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THERE  S    A    SONG    IN    THE    VALLEY    OF    BLESSING    SO    SWEET 
AND   ANGELS    WOULD    FAIN    JOIN    THE    STRAIN. 


WOMAN    IN    SACRED.  SONB^ 

A   LIBRARY  OF 

Hymns,,   Religious  Poems,   and 
Sacred  Music, 

BY   WOMAN. 

BEINO    SELECTION'S    FROM    THE    WRITINGS    OF     MORE    THAN    SEVEN    HUNDRED    ATTIIORS,    INCLCDINO 

MUSICAL    PRODUCTIONS    OF    UPWARDS    OF    FIFTY    COMPOSERS,    TOGETHER    WITH    SHORT 

BIOGRAPHICAL    SKETCHES    OF    MANY    OF     THE    WRITERS. 

A   REFERENCE   BOOK   IN   THE  LIBRARY   AND   FOR   USE   IN   THE   HOME. 


compilp:d  and  edited 

EVA  MUNSON  SMITH.  (Mrs.  G.  C.  S.) 

WITH  AN  INTRODUCTION 
BY 

BOSTON : 

D.    LOTHROP  &   COMPANY. 

Franklin  &  IIawley  Streets. 


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Copyright,  1885,  by  Mrs.  Eva  Munson  Smith. 


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DEDICATED 

TO  THE  CHRISTIAN  WOMEN 


OF   THE 


NINETEENTH  CENTURY. 


ILLUSTRATIONS. 


ILLUSTRATIONS. 


Angels  would  fain  join  the  strain.      .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .      Front. 

A  cry  comes  over  the  deep.  ............  258 

A  German  mother  and  lier  children.  ..........  695 

A  hymn  for  Easter  morning.  ............  342 

Children  of  the  Mission  Band. 406 

Give  me  a  calm  and  thankful  heart.       ...........  298 

Knocking.  ...............  107 

Madonna.     ................       78 

O  strength  of  God ! 247 

Star  in  the  east.  ..............       80 

The  angel  whisper.  .............  3.30 

The  children's  Easter. 199 

To  me,  to  me  ! 281 

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CONTENTS 


rAOK. 

Editor's  Preface ni 

Introduction  by  Miss  Frances  E.  Willard ix 

Prkkace  to  Missionary  Department  by  Mrs.  Sarah  J.  Riika        ......       305 

Illvstrations iv 

Index  of  Authors xi 

"      "    Tunes xxvi 

"       "     First  Lines xxviii 

"       •'     Speciai.  Topics xl 

I. — Devotional  Department        .         .         .    " IG 

Comprising  hymns  of  Praise,  Dedication,  Anniversary  Occasions,  Ordination,  Consecration, 
Omnipresence,  Thanksgiving,  Evening  Devotion,  Christmas,  Christ  our  Siiepherd,  Baptism, 
Juvenile  Hymns,  Communion,  Way  of  Salvation,  Easter,  Christian  Encouragement  and 
Enjoyment,  Faith,  Hope,  Trust,  Love,  God's  Discipline  of  Sorrow,  Mystery,  "Warning, 
Refuge,  Invitation,  Prayer,  Revivals,  Transient  and  Unsatisfactory  Nature  of  Eartlily  Things, 
Nearing  the  Celestial  City,  Departure,  Death,  Funeral  Occasions,  Second  Coming  of  Christ. 

II. — Missionary  Department ' 2oH 

Monthly  Meetings,  Tributes  to  and  Prayers  for  our  Missionaries,  Consecration  Songs, 
Readings  and  Recitations  for  Young  Ladies'  Societies,  Annual  Meetings,  Praise  Meetings, 
Parlor  Entertainments,  Mothers'  Meetings,  Mission  Bands,  Comfort  in  Bereavement. 

Home  Missions 3'J7 

Social  Parlor  Meetings  and  Dorcas  Societies,  Songs  and  Recitations  for  Mission  Bands, 
Children's  Day,  Christmas  and  New  Year's,  Young  Ladies'  Societies. 

III. — Temperance  Department 450 

"Weekly  Gospel  Temperance  Meetings,  Consecration  Praise  Meetings,  Maternal  Associa- 
tions, Annual  Meetings,  Home  Protection,  Crusade  Songs,  Sabbath  Gospel  Temperance  Meet- 
ings, Reform  Club  Meetings,  Invitation  to  Sign  the  Pledge,  Signing  the  Pledge,  Invitation  to 
Accept  Christ,  Warning,  Repentance,  Accepting  Christ,  After  Conversion,  Jesus  our  Refuge 
and  Defence,  Parlor  Meetings  and  Entertainments,  Christmas,  New  Year's,  The  Ruin  Rum 
hath  Wrought,  Hope  for  the  Fallen,  Encouragement  for  the  Toiling  Ones,  Tributes  to  our 
Women,  Crossing  the  River,  Comfort  for  the  Bereaved,  Band  of  Hope,  C^ld  Water  Army 
Songs  and  Recitations,  The  Fruit  of  the  Vine. 

IV. — Miscellaneous  Department C71 

Motherhood,  The  Nursery,  Lullabys  and  Mother  Songs,  Nursery  Rhymes,  The  Children's 
Prayers,  Christmas,  Bereavement,  Tributes  to  I'arents,  Songs  and  Readings  for  the  Fireside, 
Thoughts  for  Life's  Evening  Hours,  Our  Dead. 
Patriotic  Poems — The  Puritans,  The  Pilgrims,  Poems  of  the  Civil  War,  Other  Lands,  Our 
Martyred  Dead,  Lincoln,  Garfield;  Poems  of»  I'eace,  Memorial  Day,  Longing  for  Hume, 
Grant,  etc.,  etc. 


PREFACE 


In  bringing  this  volume  before  the  public,  the  only  apology  offered  is  that  there  has  long  been  a  demand  for  it. 
Not  only  have  the  Christian  sisterhood,  for  a  considerable  length  of  time,  beeu  sending  out  appeals  for  some  one  to  under- 
take the  work  of  collecting  and  publishing  the  sacred  songs  of  woman;  but  numerous  metnbers  of  the  devout  brother- 
hood, recognizing  and  appreciating  her  labor  in  this  line,  for  the  praise  and  glory  of  the  Master,  have  united  in  the 
demand. 

Accordingly,  three  years  ago,  the  task  was  undertaken,  and  it  must  be  confessed,  with  but  a  faint  realization  of  the 
vast  amount  of  research  necessary  to  glean  from  a  field  the  broad  extent  of  which  was  little  imagined. 

Woman  in  Sacred  Song  is  designed  to  be  chiefly  a  reference  book  for  the  home  and  library,  embracing  about. 
2,500  hymns,  dating  from  the  year  lo46  to  the  present  time,  and  including  tlie  sacred  verse  of  upwards  of  820  authors. 

With  such  a  wide  range,  this  compilation  will  necessarily  be  something  akin  to  a  garland  of  flowers  gathered  from 
mountain,  valley,  prairie,  roadside  and  conservatory.  Some  of  the  choicest  blossoms  may  be  overlooked.  Thus  among 
so  many  hymn  writers  from  the  ranks  of  pious  womankind,  some  of  the  most  worthy  may  be  inadvertently  omitted, 
and  perchance  some  pilgrim  in  search  of  a  favorite  hymn  or  song,  may  fail  to  find  it  in  this  collection.  Another 
reason  may  be  that  a  great  number  of  hymns  written  by  woman,  have  been  published  anonymously,  or  with  the  ini- 
tials only,  or  without  the  prefix  designating  sex.  Many  gems  of  religious  poetry  have  been  purposely  omitted,  because 
positive  information  in  regard  to  authorship  could  not  be  obtained,  though  there  was  every  reason  to  believe  that  they 
belonged  to  woman. 

Among  sucli  a  multitude  of  authors,  it  will  be  quite  remarkable  if  there  are  no  errors  in  dates  and  names.  The 
utmost  care,  together  with  an  extensive  inquiry,  during  the  past  three  years,  unite  to  render  the  work  as  nearly  free 
from  misstatement  as  possible.  Should  omissions  or  discrepancies  be  observed,  it  will  be  regarded  a  favor  if  notice  is 
sent  to  the  editor,  together  with  information  as  to  the  omitted  data,  such  as  date  of  birth  or  death,  or  any  item  or  inci- 
dent of  interest  in  connection  with  the  author  or  writing  of  certain  hymns  or  poems.  This  request  is  extended  to 
all  music  publishers,  composers  and  owners  of  copyright  pieces.  If  anything  has  been  included  in  this  volume  for 
which  due  credit  lias  not  been  accorded  to  all  concerned,  it  has  been  because  of  ignorance  as  to  the  rightful  ownership, 
as  for  instance  when  the  name  of  the  book  from  which  a  song  or  hymn  was  taken,  was  not  furnished  to  the  editor  of 
this  compilation,  by  the  person  sending  it.  It  has  been  the  intention  to  make  mention  of  every  house  publishing  music 
to  these  songs  of  redeeming  love,  as  well  as  to  give  the  names  of  the  composers;  and  any  information  for  the  correc- 
tion of  errors,  in  future  editions,  will  be  gratefully  accepted.  Caution  as  to  the  use  of  any  hymn,  poem  or  musical 
composition  which  bears  the  name  of  any  book,  publishing  house,  or  composer  on  the  margin,  is  recommended,  as  all 
such  are  copyrighted. 

It  is  a  noticeable  fact  that  there  is  scarcely  a  hymn  written  by  woman,  that  docs  not  make  frequent  mention  of  or 
reference  to  Jesus.  Is  it  any  wonder  ?  lias  she  not  abundant  reason  ?  Christ's  coming  to  earth  has  resulted  in  her 
exaltation  to  her  proper  position  by  the  side  of  man,  where  tJod  originally  placed  her.  What  has  she  done  in  return  ? 
Gladly  do  we  point  to  the  Mary  who  anointed  Him  with  the  perfume  of  gratitude ;  to  the  Martlias  who  have  served  Him ; 
to  the  Priscillas  who  have  taught  His  precious  precepts;  to  the  Harriet  Newells  and  Emily  Judsons,  and  the  many  pupils  of 


PREFACE. 


VII 


the  sainted  Mary  Lyon,  who,  counting  iheir  lives  as  notliing  for  Ilis  sake,  have  gone  to  distant  lands  to  spread  the  rich 
tidings  of  His  saving  love  to  those  sitting  in  darkness.  And  now  this  volume  is  offered  as  a  token  of  woman's 
gratitude  expressed  in  song  and  verse,  in  praise  of  her  Creator,  Benefactor,  and  Redeemer. 

Deep  religious  feeling  is  wont  to  call  for  a  song,  and  inspires  song;  and  although  all  will  admit  that  some  of  the 
selections  in  this  book  rise  to  the  height  of  true  poetic  fervor,  many  are  yet  very  simple  and  unpretending,  but  none  the 
less  touching  and  sweet.  Let  us  beware  of  prescribing  too  narrow  limits  to  what  may  be  considered  hymns  of  a  high 
order.  Arc  not  those  which  give  testimony  from  the  deepest  experiences  of  the  Christian  heart,  the  most  worthy,  as 
being  productive  of  the  most  good?  Is  it  not  apparent  that  the  grandest  of  all,  are  those  which  set  forth  the  doctrines 
of  grace,  the  compassion  of  Jehovah,  the  condescension  of  Christ,  the  power  of  the  Holy  Spirit? 

In  this  volume  will  be  found  the  ancient  hymns  which  have  been  handed  down  through  the  past  XJS  years; 
utterances  of  faith  and  trust  by  martyred  woman  (as  witness  that  of  Anne  Askewe,  written  1546,  in  the  vernacular  of 
those  days,  followed  by  those  of  Madanie  Guyon,  and  others),  together  with  the  portrayal  of  the  deepest  heart  and 
soul  experiences  of  other  consecrated  ones, — hymns  now  in  general  use  by  all  evangelical  churches  in  Christendom; 
then  the  later  productions,  written  especially  for  this  work,  by  hymnologists  of  the  present  day,  which  bear  just  as 
much  witness  for  God,  and  bespeak  equal  gratitude  for  the  blessed  way  of  Salvation.  These  lay  hold  of  the  human 
heart,  because  they  are  entwined  with  tbc  sacred  experiences  of  other  hearts.  They  touch  and  call  out  all  the  truest 
and  best  instincts  of  the  being,  because  they  breathe  the  very  spirit  of  the  Master.  This  is  said  without  any  dispar- 
agement of  the  productions  of  Watts,  Bonar,  Wesley,  Reber,  and  others  by  devout  men,  which  have  stood  the  test  of 
time.  The  hymns  of  woman  dwell  largely  upon  the  suffering  on  Calvary,  and  the  risen  Lord,  thereby  taking  deep  hold 
on  the  heart,  understanding  and  conscience;  setting  forth  that  redemption  which  virtually  belongs  to  all  churches  in 
every  age  and  clime.  It  has  been  the  constant  aim,  that  the  hymns  collected  for  this  volume  shall  show  forth  the  very 
symbol  and  might  of  the  holy  religion  of  our  Lord  and  Saviour.  In  short,  it  is  the  glory  of  this  coirpilation,  that  it 
teaches  the  Gospel  and  true  Theology;  that  its  hymns  point  out  the  way  of  Salvation,  because  they  testify  of  Christ. 

ITymns  are  characteristic  of  the  times  in  which  they  were  written.  By  comparing  the  hyninology  of  to-day  with 
that  of  50,  75  or  100  years  ago,  it  will  be  noticed  that  the  style  has  undergone  a  change,  although  the  same  essential 
Christian  doctrines  are  as  firmly  inculcated.  There  is  an  aggressive  warfare  expressed  in  these  more  recent  hymns,  that 
is  indicative  of  an  awakening  to  the  necessity  of  reform  in  many  directions.  Truly,  "while  man  slept  the  enemy  sowed 
tares."  Note  the  difference  of  sentiment  expressed  by  the  singing  army  of  to-day,  marching  forth  to  exterminate  King 
Alcohol  and  other  potentates  of  evil  with  "Rescue  the  Perishing,"  etc.,  etc.,  and  the  hymns  of  those  conservative 
days— for  instance: 

"My  willing  soul  would  stay  in  such  a  frame  as  this 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away,  to  everlasting  bliss." 

While  It  is  a  happy  reflection  that  many  have  enjoyed  their  religion,  it  cannot  be  denied  that  there  has  been 
entirely  too  much  of  the  "At  ease  in  Zion"  spirit.  Our  adorable  Redeemer,  while  on  earth,  set  the  example  of  going 
about  doing  good,  seeking  the  lost,  casting  the  money-changers  from  the  Temple;  and  his  parting  commission  to  his 
disciples  was— "  Go  Ye."  While  heartily  uniting  with  the  grand  chorus  of  singers  in  "Working  will  not  save  me,"  we 
arc  inclined  to  settle  down  into  a  narrow  groove  of  thought  and  action.  By  faith  in  Christ  alone,  and  not  by  works,  are 
we  redeemed.  Works  are  the  results  of  our  having  been  saved.  The  fruit  of  laboring  in  the  vineyard  is  borne  sponta- 
neously, because  Christ  is  in  us  and  working  through  us. 

WOMAN  AS  A  MUSICAL  COMPOSER. 

It  was  not  until  a  late  date  that  it  was  decided  to  include  music  in  this  volume.  Music  was  sent  with  the  request 
that  it  accompany  the  words,  and  after  due  consideration  it  has  been  so  arranged.  But  the  130  or  more  pieces  by  these 
composers,  must  not  be  regarded  as  fully  representing  woman's  work  in  this  field.  A  few  weeks  have  been  entirely 
inadequate  to  obtain  the  addresses  of  our  musical  writers,  and  as  many  well-known  pieces  are  copyrighted  by  various 
publishing  houses,  some  of  them  cannot  appear  in  this  collection.  Still,  no  one  will  be  ashamed  of  the  1;;0  productions 
of  about  fifty  composers  represented.  That  which  has  been  accomplished  by  woman  in  this  direction  has  been  witliout 
the  stimulus  of  encouragement,  but  with  an  irresistible  impulse  to  place  upon  paper  the  melodie^s  and  harmonics  in  licr 


▼">  •  WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 

heart  and  soul,  and  this  too,  oftentimes,  aniiJ  a  multiplicity  of  domestic  cares.  Madame  Schumann  took  up  the  golden 
thread  of  song  that  had  been  dropped  by  lier  husband,  and  has  carried  it  on,  weaving  and  interweaving,  until  his  grand 
work  has  been  supplemented  by  wonderful,  rich,  liarmonious  strains,  pronounced,  by  the  most  eminent  critics,  fully 
equal  to  his  in  excellency.  Miss  Spindlcr,  author  of  the  famous  hymn  for  piano,  "St.  Agnes  Eve,"  and  other  works, 
lias  also  proven  that  woman  can  write  music.  Madame  Carreno,  who  is  at  present  commanding  much  attention  and 
admiration  by  her  heaven-born  voice,  is  a  pronounced  advocate,  and  licrsclf  a  living  example,  of  woman's  ability  to  com- 
pose music  of  a  high  order.  For  years  she  lias  written  much  which  is  said  to  rank  with  that  of  Beethoven  and  Mozart. 
Apropos! —  It  is  asserted  that  last  Spring  she  was  iu  the  company  of  an  eminent  doctor  of  music,  who  remarked,  "There 
have  been  women  who  were  fine  writers,  poets,  painters,  and  sculptors,  but  composers  not  one;  and  why,  if  woman  pos- 
sesses the  genius  you  say?"  "Ah,  doctor,"  responded  the  artist,  "if  your  assertion  were  true,  one  reason  would  be 
because,  where  a  brother  and  sister  begin  to  compose,  everybody  discourages  the  one  and  encourages  the  other.  The 
girl  is  advised  to  keep  to  fancy  work,  more  suitable  to  her  sex."  Seating  herself  at  the  piano,  under  the  pretense  of 
offering  him  a  South  American  composition,  she  played  a  hymn,  one  of  those  touching,  sacred  songs  without  words, 
always  so  tender  and  devotional  in  spirit.  ITer  listener  was  much  pleased.  "That  is  not  South  American!"  exclaimed 
he.  "  It  might  have  been  composed  by  any  of  the  best  German  musicians  of  the  present  day!  It  is  an  inspiration! 
Who  wrote  it?"  Turning  to  him,  Madame  Carreno  replied:  "I  wrote  it."  Our  authority  says  she  has  many  others  in 
manuscript,  just  as  good.  Some  day  the  world  may  hear  them.  It  is  with  pride  that  we  can  point  to  our  own  Mrs. 
Gen.  W.  S.  Hancock,  author  and  editor  of  the  "  Church  Service  and  Tune  Book,"  than  whom  no  one  writes  finer  or 
more  acceptable  music  for  tlie  Episcopalian  service;  to  Mrs.  Clara  II.  Scott,  author  of  the  "  Royal  Anthem  Book;"  to 
Mrs.  J.  F.  Knapp,  of  Brooklyn,  author  of  the  Cantata,  "  Prince  of  Peace,"  a  lady  of  wealth,  culture  and  position,  who 
sin^s  beautifully,  writes  much  music  simply  by  inspiration,  because  she  must  give  expression  to  the  melody  that  rises  a 
grateful  Incense  within  her;  to  Miss  Hattie  E.  Sneed,  of  St  Louis  (Kirkwood  Seminary),  whose  instrumental  arrange- 
ment of  "Old  llundrcd,"  "Xiarer,  My  God,  to  Thee,"  etc.,  etc.,  are  so  much  admired.  Her  setting  to  music  of  Ten- 
nyson's "Break!  Break!  O  Sea!"  is  pronounced  the  most  fitting  melody  yet  applied  to  that  grand  poem.  The  same 
is  said  of  Lady  Carew's  matchless  music  to  "  The  Bridge."  Then  there  is  Lady  Scott,  Mrs.  T.  J.  Cook,  Emma  Pitt, 
author  and  publisher  of  "Gospel  Light,"  Helen  Douglas,  Sophia  C.  Hall,  and  Miss  Lindsay  (Mrs.  J.  W.  Bliss),  author 
of  "Far  Away,"  and  many  popular  songs. 

Vienna  Demorest,  and  Virginia  Gabriel,  author  of  "Cleansing  Fires,"  also  occupy  high  rank  as  composers.  And 
so  the  list  might  be  extended.  If  a  few  weeks  of  research  has  brought  to  light  the  compositions,  that  are  available, 
of  fifty  or  more  ladies,  how  many  more  there  yet  must  be  at  present  timidly  writing  under  some  nom-dc-plume,  or  using 
llieir  initials  only,  and  many  not  publishing  at  all.  The  next  few  years,  I  venture  to  prophesy,  will  bring  a  revela- 
tion showing  that  woman  has  already  done  much  more  in  musical  composition  than  is  generally  supposed,  and  concern- 
in"  which  this  volume  will  give  but  a  faint  idea;  a  dim  foreshadowing  of  what  shall  be  achieved  in  the  future,  when 
she  receives  the  stimulus,  born  of  encouragement,  which  is  her  meed.  As  a  late  writer  has  beautifully  expressed  the 
same  idea: — "  The  triumph  of  woman  in  sacred  song,  is  but  the  prelude  to  the  triumph  that  awaits  her." 

IN  CONCLUSION 

it  is  hoped  that  this  book  will  be  received  as  the  uttered  desire  of  a  multitude  of  women  to  bear  witness  for  Christ,  "iu 
psalms  and  hymns  and  spiritual  songs." 

Thanks  are  hereby  extended  to  the  various  publishers  and  owners  of  copyrights,  for  their  kind  and  generous  cour- 
tesy in  i;ranting  permission  to  use  tlie  same. 

A  tribute  of  affection  is  tendered  my  devoted  sister,  Mrs.  E.  M.  McGaughey,  for  substantial  aid  and  sympathy, 
during  all  the  progress  of  this  work;  to  Miss  Margaret  E.  Brooks,  my  faithful  Secretary,  to  whose  intelligent  perception 
much  is  due;  and  to  the  hundreds  of  my  Christian  sisters  who  have  written  especially  for  this  collection,  and  for  whose 
co-operation  and  words  of  cheer,  thoy  will  be  held  in  grateful  remembrance  here  and  in  eternity. 

EVA  MUNSON  SMITH, 
(Mrs.  G.  C.  S.; 
Springfield,  Ili..,  October,  1884. 


INTRODUCTION 


Woman  .ihvays  li.id  a  great  heart.  In  the  sorrowful,  unwritten  ages  of  her  history  slie  still  "loved  much." 
Through  this  beautiful  genius  of  the  affections  she  had  kinship  closer  than  any  other  created  being  with  Him  "whoso 
nature  and  whose  name  is  love."  Ilcr  own  development,  her  own  success  and  glory  were  not  the  motive  power  of 
character,  but  the  happiness  of  lier  beloved  formed  woman's  chief  ambition.  Subtract  from  the  world  to-day  the  turn 
total  of  "sweetness  and  light"  shed  into  its  lieart  out  of  the  heart  of  woman,  and  a  horror  of  great  riarkness  would 
settle  there,  to  be  dispelled  by  no  guiding  star  of  ambition  or  galaxy  of  fame.  What  wonder,  then,  that  when  He  came 
who  was  the  express  image  of  Eternal  Love,  his  dual  nature,  outlined  upon  the  background  of  the  Disciples,  should 
less  clearly  depict  for  us  manhood  as  it  is,  than  womanhood  as  it  mi^lit  be  ?  What  wonder  that  above  all  others  she 
was  honored  by  Him,  and  Lie,  by  lier  beloved  ?  Forever  blessed  to  every  woman  must  be  the  thought  enshrined  in 
Elizabeth  Barrett  Browjiing's  matchless  verse  : 

"Not  she  with  trait' rous  kiss  her  Saviour  stung; 
Not  she  denied  Iliin  with  unholy  tongue; 
She,  while  apostles  shrank,  could  danger  brave. 
Last  at  His  Cross,  and  earliest  at  His  grave." 

Song  is  the  universal  language.  It  correlates  the  poetry  of  motion  with  the  poetry  of  thought.  No  names  are 
deathless  save  those  of  the  world's  singers,  for  tliey  caught  the  vibration  of  universal  nature,  fell  into  accord  wilJi  It, 
and  repeated  in  the  hungry  ear  of  Humanity  the  music  of  the  spheres.  Whoever  weds  perfect  nuisic  unto  uoblfst 
words  reaches  the  acme  of  expression  and  soothes  the  world's  heart  as  no  other  can.  Song  is  the  symbol  of  perpetual 
"■ladness.  "  Somewhere  the  birds  are  singing,  evermore."  Somewhere  the  heart  brims  over  with  a  sense  of  (Jod,  II is 
beauty  and  His  loveliness,  and  then  we  hear  Anthems  of  Creation  and  Hymns  of  the  Nativity. 

Sacked  Soxq  is  the  highest  "sustained  note"  of  Humanity's  chorus;  its  aspiration  is  supernal  and  its  object 
supreme.  As  the  relation  of  child  to  parent  is  its  earliest,  its  most  determinative  and  sacred,  so  is  our  relation  to  tlie 
father  and  mother  Soul  of  the  Universe.  Whatever  expresses  this  comes  from  the  deepest  pLices  of  the  soul  and 
reaches  to  its  highest  note  of  Reason,  Love  and  Worship.  "But  how  shall  we  love  God  whom  we  have  not  seen,  if  wo 
love  not  our  brother  whom  we  have  seen?"  No  song  of  lips  or  life  is  Sackeu  save  when  it  blends  the  precepts  on 
which  all  the  law  and  prophets  hang:  The  Love  of  God  with  f^re  for  all  His  children.  No  age  h.vs  perceived  so  clearly  and 
felt  so  tenderly  this  ruling  law  of  spiritual  <lynamics  as  this  nineteenth  century,  which  Victor  IIu^o  calls  "The 
AVoman's  Century."  And  herein  is  to  be  found  the  explanation:  That  the  great  heart-forc4;  of  the  world  is  now  the 
recognized  motor  of  religious  and  philanthropic  work.  The  highest  verbal  expression  of  this  new  force  i«  our  new 
llynuiology.  Its  prophecy  is  earliest  found  in  that  one  tender  Hymn  of  the  primitive  (liurcli,  the  "Mater  I)o|.»ro«.x." 
But  it  has  waited  Ion;;  fur  full  expression,  and  meanwhile  the  "Uieslrae"  has  tinctured  with  portentous  undertone 
the  literature  of  sanctuaries. 


X  •  INTRODUCTION. 

Woman  in  Saciskd  Sonci  could  hanlly  becuine  a  felt  force  until  woman  in  sacred  deeds  of  public  philanthropy 
had  taken  Iier  true  j)l!ice.  Twilight  foreshadow! ngs  have  gleamed  along  llie  centuries,  as  the  chronology  of  this  choice 
volume  sliows,  but  the  sunshine  dates  from  our  own  century.  Even  now  it  is  a  Rembrandt  gleam  rather  than  a 
Raphael  noontide,  but  one  blessedly  significant  of  "more  to  follow."  About  fifteen  years  ago  began  the  movement 
known  as  the  "  Women's  Foreign  Missionary  Society,"  now  an  establlsheti  auxiliary  in  every  Cliristian  Church.  About 
leu  years  ago  came  that  whirhviiid  of  the  Lord  called  the  "  Woman's  Crusade,"  now  crystalized  into  the  "Woman's 
Christian  Temperance  Union,"  and  organized  on  a  non-sectarian  basis  iliroughout  Christendom.  Tlie  sacred  fire  that 
burns  on  these  twin  altars  has  flamed  into  many  a  priceless  song,  of  which  this  volume  gives  the  fullest  collection  yet 
offered  to  the  j)ublic.  In  looking  over  "Gospel  (Good  News)  Songs,"  one  cannot  fail  to  note  that  their  bright  era  is 
conlcmi>orary  with  woman  as  a  song  writer.  "I  need  Thee  every  hour;"  "O,  Prodigal  Child,  come  Home;''  "Just 
as  I  am,  without  one  plea;"  "Saviour,  like  a  Shepherd  lead  us;"  "Rescue  the  Perishing,  Care  for  the  Dying;" — all 
these  sweet  songs,  and  a  score  besides,  equally  well  known,  have  come  to  us  warm  from  the  lieart  of  woman.  Indeed, 
it  is  not  too  much  to  say  that  to  her  we  owe  the  cliief  Gospel  hymn  of  our  ow'u  era,  Elizabeth  Clephane's  "Ninety 
and  Nine;''  and  the  great  world-hymn,  acceptable  to  Catholic  and  Protestant,  Gentile  and  Jew,  Sarah  Flower  Adams's 
"Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee."  The  highest  patriotism  is  inseparable  from  religion,  and  the  noblest  Christian  anthem 
of  the  Republic,  its  glorious  "Battle  Hymn,"  we  owe  to  a  woman,  Mrs.  Julia  Ward  Howe.  Happily  its  use  as  an 
incentive  in  the  strife  of  brotliers  has  been  superseded  by  its  rare  adaptation  to  the  new  anti-slavery  war  against  the 
traffic  in  strong  drink,  where  North  and  South  march  side  by  side  to  conquer  the  greatest  foe  of  Home  and  native  land. 

We  are  fortunate  in  the  compiler  of  this  unique  volume,  because  she  has  not  only  the  rare  taste  and  skill  essential 
to  a  task  at  once  delicate  and  diflicult,  but  for  the  reason  that  her  own  gifts  of  music  and  of  song  help  to  enrich  the 
work  upon  wliich  she  has  bestowed  such  patient  .and  laborious  care.  We  who  share  the  fruits  of  her  long  research  can 
by  no  means  rightly  estimate  the  innumerable  consultations,  immense  correspondence,  and  varied  anxieties,  to  say 
nothing  of  the  study  and  expense  that  have  resulted  in  this  beautiful  volume,  whose  value  is  greatly  enhanced  by  its 
double  adaptation  to  the  organ  and  the  voice.  May  its  pure,  ennobling  mission  be  abundantly  fulfilled,  aud  a  blessing 
follow  it  into  every  home  where  it  is  welcomed  as  a  friend. 

FRANCES   E.  WILLARD. 

Rest  Cottage,  Evanston,  Illinois,  October  4,  1S84. 


INDEX  OF  AUTHORS. 


li 


A  •  opposite  a  hymn,  iiidicatos  tlial  a  skclcli  or  note  nccoiiipanics  It. 


Abdt,  Mrs. 

Too  Late •')1"> 

Adams,  lii.isE  M. 

rroliibiiion  Oil 

Adams,  Mks.  Sakak  Flowek 

Failli  in  Divine  Goodness 204 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Tlieo  • o04 

Adki.ns,  Alice  M. 

Indwelling 52 

Akekman,  Mks.  LrcY  Evelina 

(Horn,  I'rovidence,   li.    1.,    181(5, 
died  1ST4.) 
Nothiiii^  bnt  leaves 491 

Akkks,  Miss.  Elizahetii 

(Later,    Mrs.    Allan,)    See  "Florence 

Percy," 

Akekstkom,  Ullie  R. 

Hold  Tliou  my  hand K!7 

"Alcio.  ' 
Safe,  now ....  &!)o 

ALfoTT,  Louise  M. 

My  Kiujidom C(>S 

Our  Aladonna  • 119 

Alpkicii,  Miss  S.  V. 

Aniiiversary  llynm 44 

At  llie  Mercy  Seat 2S 

Buried  wiili  Thee 8.") 

Christmas 77 

Come  and  lielp  us 260 

Dedication  of  a  Church 42 

Drawint;  Nearer 140 

Easier  Uytun 197 

Faith .  213 

Give  mo  that  heart  of  flesh 107 

lie  is  risen 1X9 

He  leUideth 35 

In  the  bai  llo 34 

]jook  not  upon  the  wine 5uO 

Lii;ht  of  the  World 197 

Missionary  Hymn 200  ife  310 

Nearer  1  lome  * 147 

Oiir  Offering 41 

Praver  for  the  Holy  Spirit 118 

Kejoic-ini;  Hope  20S 

Siuu  the  pledtre 497 

Submission  and  Consecration. . . .  294 

The  Messenger 2.")1 

To  do  Thy  will,  O  God 294 

Ai.KXANDioit,  Mks.  Cecil Fkaxces 

Be  pitiful,  OGod 120 

Chrisfs  Keinrn 195 

Crueifyini^  afresh    !K5 

Day  by  day,  we  mai;nify  Thee.  . .  270 

Souls  in  heathen  darkness 278 

The  Bleeding  Hand* 509 

The  Soul's  desire   31 

Touched  with  a  feeling,  &c 241 

Who  died  to  save  us 188 

Allen,  Mks.  E.  A.  C. 
Hoine-Brewed  Beer 564 

Allen,  Zella 

Lost 722 

ALLEitToN,  Mrs.  Ellen  P. 

Philosophy 82:5 

Woman's  Work HM 

Ames,  Mks.  Mary  Clemmer 
See,  "Clemmer," 

Anderson,  Mis.s  Makia  F, 

Home,  Missions 404 

ANi>EKS<)N,    Mks.    Galusha.  Wife  of] 

Uev,  Dr.  Anderson,  of  Chicago  Ediica-  ! 


tlonal  Institution. 

Prayer  fi>r  Missions 2(52 

An(;ier,  Mks.  Annie  Lanman 

The  Mount nno 

Via  C^rucis,  Via  Liieis 178 

Armstuomi,  Lena 

(Jod's  Providence 2.39 

Arnold,  Eunice  S, 
Touch  it  never 6(5.'] 

Askewe,  Anne 
The  Fight  of  Faith  • 212 

Atkinson,  Maky  E. 
The  Unfinished  Cathedral 850 

AiitER,  Miss  Harkikt 

Bright  was  the  guiding  pt.ir 81 

From  Everlasting 80 

God's  watchful  care 403 

Swe(>t  is  the  work,  O  Lord 400 

The  Promise 122 

Written  1829.  (abridged.) 
The  World's  Conversion 204 

Austin,  Mrs.  W.  B, 
I'rayer  for  Cleansing 137 

A  YouNO  Lady. 
On  the  Death  of  Gen.  'Washington  753 

B. M,  E. 

Auctioning  off  the  Baby 682 

B. J.  N. 

A  Mother's  Prayer 472 

Cloud  of  God's  I^resence 275 

Bahcock,  Emma  T. 
Let  your  light  so  shine 814 

Bailey,  Mrs.  Urania  Locich 
A  song  for  sorrowful  women. . . .     020 

At  the  door 525 

At  the  pool  Bethesda 184 

Christ  is  in  the  Universe 51 

Christ  and  the  little  ones  • 086 

I>itilc  Willie 710 

Mary 739 

Mary  of  Magdala 184 

Mother's  Song 094 

Out  in  the  W'ildcrness 182 

Out  of  the  night 200 

Saint  Stephen 5.54 

The  Lord's  Day  cometh  * 38 

The  Saviour  to  the  sorrowful  soul  247 

The  Slave  Mother  » 398 

The  Unseen  Guard 575 

The  Unseen  Kingdom 507 

The  Young  Mother 730 

Valley  of  the  Heartsease 84 

Wished  myself  among  them 141 

Baker,  Ella  M. 
Something  to  do  for  the  King...  309 

Baker,  AIks.  Lizzie  Fkr.meu 
The  Singer's  Prayer 290 

Baker,  Miss  Mary  Anna 

Are  we  faithful? 202 

By  and  By ; 45S 

Hasten,  Lord 459 

I'll  go 520  &  181 

Lead  us.  O  Shepherd  True 281 

Our  Praver 4.".2 

Peace,  be  still 513 

Slay  not  thy  Saviour 50;5 

Temperance  Battle  Hymn. 4.52 

The  Power  of  Prayer 4.M 

Wo  are  r.imin'4 4.''>;; 

Bal<  II,  Mks.  Makv  K. 

Caatle  anil  Col  * 8.''»4 


Baldwin,  Annie  F. 

When  the  day  breaks 018 

Ballard,  Mrs.  .Ii  i.ia  P. 

Author  of   '•Building  Stories:"  ".Seven 

Years  from  To-Night;"  "A  Little  Life;" 

"Insect  Lives,"  etc.,  etc.. 
And  they  also  which  i>iero<'d  Him  250 
Communion  of  the  thret;  pa-stors.   100 

Here  and  There 149 

Hymn  for  Church  Dedication  •..     44 

Hymn  to  the  Holy  Spirit 1)9 

I  pass  this  way  but  once 778 

I  will  raiisiiin  them 224 

Jem  and  Velvet .  <1.'<7 

No  Mol  in  the  hand,  A-c 375 

The  Body  of  Christ WJ 

The  Bishop's  Epitaph •  .'■J94 

The  Drunkard's  Wife .592 

The  Lost  Will W»3 

The  Search 107 

Thy  Brother's  Blood 512 

What  Worshipers  are  these 319 

World  without  end 104 

Ballard,  Miss  Winifred  P. 
Hymn  on  the  Passion  of  our  Loni    09 

Bancroft,  Mrs.  Ciiai:itik  Lei  s 
Before  the  throne  of  (iod  above  ,   120 
He  comes  in  blood-stained 

garments • 492 

Ohl  for  the  robes  of  whiteness  . .   142 

BARiiArLD,  Mrs.  Ann.\.Li.titia 

An  acceptable  offeriiig "^ 

Awake,  my  soul  I 1 1'! 

Blest  is  the  man 217 

Death  of  the  Kighteous 104 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie 313 

Praise  to  God M 

The  Kesurrection  of  Christ 190 

Trustfulness .'5;} 

Welcome  Morn* .'52 

Whosoever  w  ill lo;* 

Barker,  Mary  A.  S, 

Make  Thy  will  mine! 520 

Perfect  Peace 1 H 

Barnard,  Mr.s.  H.  M. 
The  Little  Runaway 097 

Bark  IT  LOO,  Anna  R. 

The  happy  Christ  iu.as  Morn 45S 

Barnes,  F.vnnie  .1. 
The  Fruit  of  the  Vino 009 

Barnes,  Mrs.  Maria  Buiciiank 

Williams.     (I5orn  l.'~3(5,  tiled  l.'^7:5.) 
See  "Kate  Cameron.'' 

Barnett,  Ellk.n  C. 

A  Prayer  • 546 

Hoi)e N70 

The  Golden  Wed.lin,' 723 

Tribute  to  Frances  Willard . .  022 

Barr,  Lillie  E. 

Crying  for  the  Moon 080 

Easter 11»2 

The  oldest  doll  in  the  worlil 712 

Tlio  two  lecacies 777 

Barr.  .\melia  E. 

For  Fn-edimi's  Sake 775 

Barrett,  I'lizarktii  (i.  Bakkku 

At  Evening  Time,  <Vc  71 

Hymn  for  the  .Morning    JM'i 

BaKTLEIT.   Ml-s.S|t.HAN   P. 

An  EaM<r  Strain If*rt 

He  Carelh,  Ac «l 


Il^'DEX  OF  AUTHORS. 


MyCross.  (1S82.) 0'> 

Unto  Tlice 07 

Batks.  ('iiAiti.oTiK  r. 

|(  'iiiiil>iiil;;<'.  Mass  ) 
Til.!  I'l  Mviii','  Hand 7S« 

H.VTKIIAM.'    Ml.NMK  1). 

IlisDw.lliiiii-l'liue  • 17S 

rniliMlom-s ■•..  f*")-! 

BAriiiK^r.  Lavinia. 

AnLii'lus  Domini 50 

Daxikk.  Miis.  (;.  \V. 

Come  until  lilt' •    10:.' 

My  Wiliifis  s;omc;  or,  was  it  only 

a  liifam".' 714 

Haxtkk,  Mii-i.  Lymia 
Aii.ufis  rollftl  iht!  stone  away....  h"~ 

A  siarli-ss  crown 411 

Tlif  an;;i'l  boatman   •"J"'^ 

Til.' bright  hills  of  tjlory l-l:! 

Tli.>  ixat.'  ajiir  for  m.i 1^0  I 

'lb.'  Naiii.'of  .l.siis SIS) 

Work  an. I  I'rav 3-'5 

Hamkk.  .Mks.  MAitio.V  D. 

l!v  and  IJy  • 1«1 

bAYAiiu,  .Miss  E.  Justin 

See  '.Mrs.  Fulton  Cutting." 

Bayi.ky.  Mks.  Nki.i.y  II. 

If  on.'  tal.Mit 493 

BlAMI^ll.    KitANCKS 

Set  wholly  apart 40<5 

Bkakuslev,  El.l.A 
(JoUlen  rod '"tj^ 

Dkaithamp,  Mks.  Jk.v.ny"  Ulaxd 

ConsciTation  llyinii 2^7 

Dp.Hcation  Ilynm  • 40 

(Jod's  Discipline 3S< 

In  llisTi'nipl.* 2iS 

Lady  .Mirphcrd  by  the  Sea 8.5 

The  Christian  In(|uirer 2"i0 

AVhy  do  yon  hriiiii  Oblations? Itv] 

r.i  avi.i;s.'Mks.  Makv  Ki.i;r(  iikk 
llvmnof  rraisi>  and  I'rayer 48-"» 

llKKiis.  Mi;s.  IvriiKi,  I.Y^^■ 
llallV  lookin;;  out  for  ine. 71;! 

Th.' rickct  (inaril  • 7">7 

W.'i-hiiis:  til.'  Haby 07!i 

Bki.i.,  .Iank  Citoss 

Sec  '■.Simpson." 

Uki.i..  Km  ma  .1. 
.Sav.'d  by  faith 211 

Hki.i..  .Makii: 

.My  Tray.T 125 

Uknxktt,  Licv  A. 

All  for  Jesus 303 

IJKNNKrT.  Jl  I.IA  M. 

A  cup  of  cold  water 017 

Hkxsox,  Maky  a. 

(Jarlicid  is  d.'ad 702 

IJkst,  Fi.oka  L. 

Oh!  'tis  (.'lory  in  my  soul 170 

Ulna,  rintf  the  bells ISW 

Bii>WKl.i..  -Mks.  F.  II. 

Poor  little  Blossom C.">S 

BuiKi.ow,  Maky 

.Shelt.T.'d    CO.") 

Bll!I>.    IsAItKI.I.A  L. 

F.illow  .Me 108 

Bi.AiKMAit.  Matilda  A. 

Kiiirnar's  Dauyblers. 5l'0 

Blank.  Anna 

One  by  One 037 

Blkkckkk.  Mks.  Anna  Kli/.a 

Jesus  Christ,  r.'iiard  my  anguish.   1-30 

Ilcturn  tu  Toinhawick  • 130 


Bmnn,  Miss.  Licy  M. 
Thy  will  he  done IHI 

Bolton,  Fan.vy 

As  I  have  loved  you 5(iO 

A  true  story,  iV-c (iOO 

Krow  it  down 05!t 

The  Little  Old  Church S30 

Bolton,  Sakaii  T. 

Awake  to  effort 615 

Left  on  the  Battlefield 750 

Motherless 729 

Bolton,  Mks.  Sakaii  Knowles 

Our  I'oets  • 797 

This  is  life 7.!() 

Waitinc  for  Mother. ...    730 

BoN.\K.  MliS.  C.VTIIKKINK   J. 

(Born  ISas,  died  1884.) 

Jesus  is  mine. .    ..    121 

Booth.  Maky  M.  C. 

O  Beautiful  Friend 870 

BoKTiiWK  K.  Miss  Jank 

Christian  Union 310 

God  calling;  yet 10!) 

Our  Life  and  Guide 35 

Suhmissioii 132 

Your  lamps  trimmed 270 

BowLKs,  Mi:s.  II.  1'. 

For  God  and  Home,  &c 455 

BowLKY,  Maky  P. 

Sisniticance  of  Baptism 85 

BoYCK,  Mks.  M.  V. 

Two  scenes  in  a  life 593 

BoYNTo.v.  Ann.v  (.Mrs.  Averill.) 

Born  .Mion,  Me.,  1843.  Ilesides 
in  Dover. 

Before  Dawn  .     CIO 

Bkadlkv,  JIks.  Nellie  II. 

Father's  a  drunkard  and  mother  . 
is  dead  • 600 

Save  the  Boys 581 

Bkadlky,  Maky  E. 

The  Sonii  in  the  Dai'k ^. .  790 

Bkadkoki),  Mks.  N.  K. 

Over  the  Line 182 

Bkadstkkep.  Mks.  Anna 

Coiilenii)laiion  • 51 

Bkainaki).  M.\ky  G. 

He  knows 203 

My  Mother's  I'rayer 3:!1 

BlSAMAN.  JoSEI'lIINK 

Thine  is  the  Power 43.5 

Bkadeniuko,  Loulsa  IIenkietta, 

ElE(  TKKSS  OF, 

Jesu  mein  Zii  versicht 122 

Jesus  Lives  * 198 

Jesus  my  Redeemer  lives 192 

Bkant,  Mks.  Danid 

Only  Waiting  * 170 

Buekse,  C.^kkie  a. 

Mornini;  and  Evenin<;  I'rayer. . . .  548 

Bkid.jes.'Mks.  Fuan(  es  K. 

<  )ur  Father  and  our  Friend 42 

BiiUios,  (Jakoline  a. 

Waking 563 

Bkontk.  CiiAULOTPK  (Mrs.  NichoUs) 
(Born  ISIO,  died  185.5.) 

Life* 828 

Oppressed  with  sin .5.53 

Bkooks,  Maky  V.. 

Oh!  weep  not  for  the  dead  * 170 

Bkown,  Aciisa  Mills 

Joy  in  Ileav.'ii 223 

Let  your  liiihl  so  shin.^ 222 

The  unsatisfying  nature  of  earth.  1 15 


BRo^vN,  Emma  Alice    (Mrs.  E.  A. 
Bevar. ) 
Measuring  the  Baby  *  712 

Bkown,  Mks.  Helen  E. 

From  .lay  to  day  * 215 

Kaly's  Pledge 052 

My  Morning  Hymn 287 

M V  Precious  Bible 203 

The  Hisiht  Way 045 

Wailing 290 

BuowN,  Jessie  H. 
Assurance 209 

Bkown,  Mks.  Pikeue  Hinsdale 

Communion  in  Love 35 

JIow  sweet  the  lay 32 

Betirement » 124 

Revive  thy  work Ill 

Bkown,  Sylvia 
Thanksiiiving 58 

Bkowne,  Maky  Fhank 

Into  the  liirht 2.31 

Browning,  Mks.  Elizabeth  Bakkett 

Comfort*..*. 580 

De  Profundis 787 

How  sure  it  is  96 

Sleep 174 

The  Cry  of  the  Children   596 

AVork 442 

Bkowning,  Miss  Ophelia 
("Phelia"  or  "Felie.") 

Amen  * 800  , 

Praying  without  ceasing 800 

BKOxnEHTON,  Alice  Williams 

The  Empty  Hands 292 

BuoTIIEItTON,  Fp.ances  E.  W. 

Which  could  I  spare? 074 

BitfCE,  Helen 
The  Sick  Child G73 

Buchanan,  Sakaii 
Faith 812 

BrcK,  -Mks.  Maky'  K. 

If  I  could  know  7!!6 

Morning  and  Night. 875 

Br  ELL,  Hakhiet  E. 
The  child  of  a  Kini; 271 

Bt  (iHEE,  Mks.  E.mily  J. 

Battle  Hymn  of  the  Crusade    ...  484 

('burch  of  God  awake 317 

Help 482 

Bi(iin;Y,  Miss  C.\krie  E. 
Our  unforgotten  Dead 774 

BiNCE,  Mks.  M. 
Patient  and  pure 211 

BiKNiiAM,  Anna  F. 

Cnuiibs 94 

Growing C>4 

IlerAn-el 089 

His  Way 239 

Bt'KNsiDE,  Miss  Helen 

Tired  ffor  contralto) 109 

Tired  (for  soprano) 747 

BuBR,  Mrs.  Kate  Sumneu 
(Walworth,  N.  Y.) 

Ueaven 155 

Up,  P'riends  of  Jesus 313 

■Work  ami  Pray 402 

Bi'KK.  JI.\ky  a. 

Daily  strength  for  daily  duties. . .   013 

BiKTON,  Mks.  A.  E. 
Whosoever  loveth  me .579 

BfSII,  IsAREl.LA 

The  beautiful 4.54 

BrsiiNEi.L.  LorisA 
The  new  Day 507 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


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Butler,  Miss  Nelly  H. 

Cliiistni.-is  Hymn  • 70 

Harvest  Tiine    50 

Butts,  Mhs.  M.  V. 

CMiristmas   7() 

Christmas  Givins-  •  • 422 

Homo  Missicm  Hymn 4()() 

Not  here  anil  vet  not  lost li'.'l 

Trust .' aoo 

Bi  xTox,  Ida  >r. 

What  we  need 650 

"C." 
At  the  Piano 825 

"C.  C." 
Lines  on  Gen.  Grant     707 

C,  Katiikuink 
The  Milii  rum  hath  wroujjht COO 

CAMnisiixiK,  Ada 

Tlie  Temple  of  Christ  • 42 

Camkhox,  Mi!s.  CiiAia.Ks 
See  the  Kiiisj  desired  for  Ages  . .  253 

Cameisox,  Katk. 

(Mrs.   15.  W.  Barnes.) 

Consecration 010 

In  lime  of  trial 24(J 

The  foolish  virttiii 4;>7 

The  Land  of  Kden   ]t!0 

AVe're  nearer  Home 2:>.'^ 

Who  will  join  our  army? MS 

Ca.mim!i:i,i„  Aruu.sT.v  Scott 

Bitter  Wine* 240 

Motherhood 077 

Trust 835 

Canfiei,d,  Miss.  M.  C. 

The  Eljpelor  of  Sa.xony.  &c.  *....  868 

C'AKKW,  IjADY  Ei.izabktu 

Forgiveness  * 817 

Cauk.  Lauka  Garland 

(It)inioiis 8-lS 

Cahtku,  Miss 

Baptismal  Hymn 80 

Caisticu,  Axxik  a. 

Gethsemane 00 

Peaee,  be  still 501 

Caky,  Alice 

(Born  1S20.     Died  1S71.) 

Her  dying  Hymn  * l.jO 

Jesus  my  Master .520 

Mariners Ol:> 

Reconciled 225 

The  pure  in  lieart 506 

Caky,  I'ikeuk 

(Born  near  Cincinnati  1824, 
Died  1871,  New  Yoik.) 

Death  Scene  * 174 

Dreams  and  Realities    . .    7S4 

My  Blessiniis 54 

Nearer  Home  * 154 

Thou  anil  I 785 

Casski.l,  Mai{If:tta  A. 

Watch  the  Bojs 056 

CiiADWicK,  Kanxie 

Over  Life's  Sea 221 

The  dear  old  Home  *    550 

CnAUiTV. 
(io  forth  anions:  the  poor 47^5 

ClIAFKA,   LlKY  M. 

At  the  (iaio 150 

CiiAMiiEits.Mus.  G.  W. 

New  America 483 

Ciiaxi)i,i;k.  IJkssik. 

A  loszical  conclusion 090 

CiiAi'ix.  Mks.  S.  F. 

A  woman's  platform,  »S:c.  » 620 


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4().-! 

2;J5 

K 

3114 
3!K) 

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Chapman,  Mrs.  E.  W. 

Look  to  tli(!  li^ht-housc 

Trust  in  Jesus 

CiiAUxcY,  Hi;i.i:x 

(ilory  yet  to  he  revealed 

Cn.\i{i.Ks,  Mits.  Elizahkiii  Ruxdi 

At  Eventide  it  shall  be  li;;ht 

At  the  foot  of  the  Cross  • 

Come  and  see 

How  doth  death  speak  of  our 
beloved '.' 

Salome 

The  Cruse  that  faileth  not 

The  way,  the  truth,  the  life  . .    . . 

The  Widow  of  Nain 

ClIII.I),  LVDIA    MaI!1.\. 

The  Stream  of  Life  • 

Child,  Miss  yVniiii;  B. 

Liiilit  for  the  Gentiles 

Truslim;  Jesus 

While  in  toil  and  in  weariness. . . 
Cinucii.  F.vxxY 

Souks  of  Faith 

Clakk,  Luklla 

After  Ascension 

Confulence 

Easter 

Providence . .    

Rest 

Supplication 

The  Name  of  Jesiis 

Trust 

Clark,  Mrs.  R.  W. 

As  once  of  old 

Cl/Ujk.  Mrs.  S.  R.  Graham 
/Mrs.  S.  C.  Clark.) 

Harvest  Home 

Clement,  Amki.ia 

What  Is  my  mission? 

ClE.M.MER,  ifUS.  M.VRY 

(Mrs.   Hudson.^ 

Life  Threads 

Not  dead  * 

The  (Childless  Mother 

The  Journalist  * 

Rest* 

Clei'ii.\xe,  Miss  Elizabeth  C. 

The  Cross  of  .lesns     

The  Ninety  and  Nine 

Cleveland,  Mhs.  Ceckli.\ 

No  sects  in  Heaven 

Clifton.  May 

The  cold  water  army  of  the  Royal 

Army    

CoDDixr.TON,  Hannah 

O  tired  Heart 

Coffin,  Eliza  J. 

The  Saviour's  Imvq 

CODNOR,  ElIZ.VRETH 

Even  Me,  No.  1.  * 

Even  Me,  No.  2.  * 

When  can  I  trust 

Colby,  Celestia  Rice 

The  Dear  Old  Spring .574 

CoLiiY,  Mauv 

Rifted  Clouds 188 

Collins.  Mks.  M.  A. 

Lo!  a  mi':hly  host 797  | 

COXDER.  JoAX  E.  ' 

Saturd.-xy  Eveiiins:  • 60 

Cooke,  J.  ZirEi.L.v 
Easter  Flow  ers 708 

Cooke,  Mrs.  Rose  Terry  | 

Chrislnuis 412  i 


3!  II 
474 
4:!0 
800 
107 

801 

260 
260 
275 

204 

104 
s:>.  I 

I'.K! 

20:; 
400 
470 
.'5:!1 
211 

2.j8 

350 
302 


855 
7S0 
720 
.57(i 

828 


221 
535 


805 

646 
851 
200 


112 
112 

2;i«< 


Flowers 700 

Pane  Pictures  • 8:tS 

1 1  is  more  blessed 436 

Cook,  Eliza 
I  thank  thee,  God,  for  weal  or  woe  234 
Let  not  th<;  sun  go  down  upon 

your  wral  h 1 1'd 

Prayer 125 

The  Old  Arm  Chair 7-jt» 

Thy  Kingdom  come  • ]'^9 

Cook,  Mrs.  Belle  W. 
(.'hildhood's  Home  revisited 7.'K) 

Cook,  Mrs  M.  A.  W. 

The  Lord  will  provide 208 

Cook,  Mrs.  T.  J. 

Merry,  Merry  CHiristmas 74 

Sinning  all  the  way 227 

"Cooi.iixiE,  Sisan'' 

(Miss  Sarah  C.  Woolsey.) 

A  midnight  Carol   177 

Arise  and  shine,  <S:c.  • r>;W 

Early  taken 7'.M 

Eighteen... 710 

Forgi vcMiess ]-j(i 

Here  and  There ;;j»i 

How  shall  1  pray? l;[l 

I<ike  the  strong  mountains Ml 

The  Vision  and  the  Knock 441 

When 2:J0 

Cooper,  Mrs  Alexander 

We  are  coming (147 

Cooi'ER,  Mrs.  Sarah  B. 
'Twas  a  virion  beailiUc  • S.'>(i 

"Cora." 
After  the  Toil 274 

Cousin,  Mrs.  Anne  Ross 

Imniannel's  Land ].5H 

None  but  Christ ]-jl 

Siil)stitmi<m l,>-2 

CowRER,  Miss  Frax(  es  M. 

Deliverance  is  at  hand  224 

Cow  AX.  Jkssie 
The  wail  of  a  Mormon  wife*  ....  7:K 

Cox.  Mrs.  Fraxcks  Ei.izabkth 

A II  praise  aiul  glory .",7 

Wake,  the  welcome  day,  <V'C. . .    .   318 

COYXE,  MA<i<;iE  A. 

Baby  Alta «84 

Craik,  Mrs.  Dixaii  Maria  Mulock 
(See  Dinah  Mulock.) 

Craio,  Miss 

Until  He  comes 2.53 

Cramkr.  Mrs.  M.  A.  M. 

Hymn  to  the  Cross  • 402 

Renunciat  ion   .541) 

Cr.vxe.  .1.  Miriam 

(nee  llavergal. ) 
On  the  Church  and  Rectory,  «fcc. .  7:» 
To  my  father 720 

Crawford.  Alice  Arnold 
O  seed  lime  • 447 

Crewdson,  Mrs.  Jane  Fox 

.loy  in  sorrow 'J4(\ 

Thanks  for  all    u:il 

CnooKs,  Mrs.  Sak.\h  B. 

Pastor  and  I'eople 42 

CuosiiY,  Faxxv 

(.See  Van  Alstyne.) 

Crozier.Mrs.  M.  p.'  a. 

Home  at  l.i,Ht ft-TT 

Only  a  little  wldlc I.'»7 

Cro<  KER.  Mary  G. 
is  it  well'.' 78U 


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J  NT- EX  OF  AUTHORS. 


CrvMiNfis,  Annie 

''I'is  .Icsiis,  only  Jesus rjK) 

Who  is  r.-ailyi' •!"•' 

f'l  Mixfis,  Ki.i/.aiikhi 
Mrs.  IJi'V.  (Jco.  \\.  rirrcc, 
Terre  Ilaule,  liul. 

Martha 35!) 

Crns,  Mauy 

lio!  1  am  witli  you.  <tc S'l! 

Solomoirs  Prayor  • KIS 

CiTriNu,  N!ks.  Fri.TiiN 

A  fmn'ral  chant  for  the  old  year*  A'lA 
Ci  itisY.  Lily  M. 

Hcnuncialion   84 ! 

Dakk,  Ki.i.a    (F.  J,  Crosby.) 

Not  only  tlipse 'ui 

Th«  need  of  the  hour   oTD 

Dana,  Mies.  Maky  S.  U. 

Flee  as  a  bird   I'l.") 

Pass  under  the  Kod T'.'l' 

Pil;:riina<;e 1 10 

Siiarkling  and  brij^lit -Wfi 

Dai. I-.,  Ki.i.a 

Star  of  my  only  liopc 225 

Davis,  .Akdik  F. 

.Maternity ()7-i 

Davison.  Sins.  .\.  L. 

I'rayer  fi>r  purity  of  heart 115 

DaVIEs.  Mks.  A-iKNATII  WoODUlHV 

The  Poller  and  the  Clay 40-3 

Victory  • .53;J 

Dawson,  Miss.  M.  P. 
Eighteen  Hundred  and  Eighty- 
live  772 

1.  For  Decoration  Day 772 

2.  1  n  Memoriani 77-'! 

Day.  HKrii 

The  (lid  Maid ,-^07 

Day,  Maiitha 

l''alher  .VlMiii^hty Wi 

The  hoinidliss  Universe  * 37 

Day.  Si  san-  M. 

Lord,  help  me  watch. ...    .549 

Dk<k,  Mai;y  .J  ank 

The  waniiercr  no  more  will  roam.  ISl 

Dk  Fi.KiKY,  Mauik 

.Vdoration    l.')0 

Come,  Saints,  let  ns  join 310 

Di:(;kkii.  Mi{<.  M.  K. 

(iraiidma's  hiihy,  sweet  Irene. . . .   69S 

DkMAICKsT.  M.\1!Y  I-kk 

.My  .\in  Countree* 151 

Di:.MiNo,  Anna 

( Jod's  care 502 

Dknison.  Mits.  Maky  A. 
The  Children's  Prayer 700 

Dknton,  Ci.aha  J. 

Traces 8;)5 

Dif  Ki.NsoN,  Ln.i.iK 
Only  a  little  dewdrop* 007 

Dkkixson,  Ma  icy  Lowk 

As  a  little  child  • 510 

As  one  liis  mother  comfortcth. . .   OIM  | 

Biddy  Flynn's  reason  why 054 

lie  maUcth  all  lliinss  new 5'J"!  I 

If  we  hid  hut  a  dav 7>0  ! 

If  thy  ri;;ht  hand  olTend  thee 812  | 

In  His  comins; 25:! , 

The  Easter  Ouesl 108  I 

The  Lord  is  His.-n IDS 

The  Old  ami  the  \ew .580  | 

The  Old  and  the  New  Crusade. . .   044  i 
The  Wom.Tu's  Crusade ...  04 1  | 


Diin'RKicH,  Miw.  IIki.kn 

-\riother  reajxT  frono  • C;W 

DiN(ii,K.  Mits.  M.  E. 

H«!'ll  ijuide  me  still 547 

DiNtavAi.i,,  ,Mai!Y  H.  D. 

A  Sprin<4  Hefraiu 4-3"^ 

.Johnny's  piece 331 

DottKit,  Miis.  Ann  .S. 

Panting  for  purity 99 

D()I>I),  M.  a.  II. 

The  Dreamer  • 8-32 

DoiMiK,  Mks.  .Maky  Mapk.s. 

The  two  mysteries  * 782 

DoDCK,  Mauv  B. 

Bitter  Sweet  493 

DoiKJK,  Mauy  E. 

Easter  Offerlnirs      195 

Doi.I.IVKIJ.  Cl.AUA  G. 

Ten  Little  Toes  097 

Doi:i!.  Miis.  JuuaC.  11. 

Day-hreak 190 

Not  mine 370 

Peace 2.!4 

.Somewhere .    i)Sl 

The  Painter's  Prayer 833 

"Dot." 

Those  little  shoes 509 

Doi  DNKY,  SaUAH 

At  Rest 173 

My  Confidence 490 

DOUOLASS,  Maimanxb 

The  Church  and  her  foe 113 

DoiCUKHTY'.  MliS.  Du. 
The  Chnrch  at  Cornith ,3(')8 

Dowi),  ?;mma  C 

I  )ay  and  Niijht .303 

Downing,  Mks.  E.m.ma  F. 

Invocation 403 

Living  waters 402 

DitAKi:.  Mus.  Mai!ia  IJimiam 

Wife  of  Prof.  .1.  M.  E.  Drake,  Mass. 

Misunderstood 875 

The  women  of  the  South 024 

Dhkeme,  Ckcil 

Be  with  my  mouth 405 

Tell  me  the  secret 103 

DuiscoLi.,  Miss  F.\nny 
(.See  White.) 

Dryden.  Mi;s.  M.  A. 
Lovest  thou  me  more  than  these?  210 

DiHois,  Mits.  H.  A. 
The  drunkard's  prayer 5:54 

DiNc'AN.  Maky  Li:ni)ek 

Early  dreams 171 

Imauinations  *  . . . .  171  t 

.Jesus.  (Jentie  .Shepherd  * 700  I 

The  lJ<'deemed  in  Heaven 170 

DiMiAM,  LvntA  M. 
'•To-day's  Bu-le  Call." 48;?! 

DlINN,  JUI.IA  MlI.I.S 

Be  thou  with  me 405  I 

The  Woman  of  Canaan 8S2  i 

Dte,  F:va  L.  E.meky 
The  Sixty  Thousand 4.53 

EA<iEK.  CoKA  M. 

The  Uiiined  Merchant 732 

Eastman,  Soi-iiik  E. 

A  pril  15,  1805 7t;i 

El>t)Y.  .Al.IflE  Maidk 

A  t  Eveninc: S40 

The  Baby's  Pr.ayer 701 

EnoETT,  ,^ins.  H.  RoscoE 

Cup  of  Peril .599 

The  power  of  Ilis  presence 308 


Edmonds,  Mrs.  Amanda  A. 

Dejjarture jfil 

When  is  the  time  to  die'?  * 779 

Elgan,  Nettie  A. 

Jesus  is  King  ,337 

Ei.i.ET,  Mrs.  Elizabeth  F. 

Abide  with  us  * 07 

Elliott,  Mrs.  Charlotte 

Clinging  to  Christ 205 

Come  to  Me,  No.  1 SJOC 

Come  to  Me,  No.  2 24i 

Invitation ]0{ 

It  is  1 173 

Just  as  I  am  * ]38 

Let  me  l)e  with  thee 128 

O  holy  Saviour!  Friend  Unseen  .  205 
O  Thou  the  contrite  sinner's 

Friend ]2f 

The  Hot!  r  of  Prayer ]  25 

The  young  believers  prayer 135 

The  throne  of  Grace 08 

Thy  will  be  done 110 

Wert  thou  thoughtless  led  away?  240 

Elliot,  Emily  S. 

Room  for  thee 181 

Elliot,  Mks.  Julia  Anne 

Bright  sacred  morn  * .38 

"Elsie." 

(See  Mrs.  E.  C.  Green.) 

Ellsworth,  Bertha  H. 
Work •. .  442 

Ellsworth,  Mrs.  E.  C. 

The  golden  scepter 512 

There'll  be  joy  by  and  by 389 

(Used  by  per.) 

I'^sir.uRY,  Mus.  Emma  C. 
The  Niuht  cometh  * 377 

Emery.  Ev.\  L. 

(See  "Dye.") 

Ervin,  Anna 

For  what  do  I  live? 053 

Eytinge.  Maroaret 
The  Day  of  days 794 

Evans.  Mrs.  Rev.  D.  W. 

(ne'e  Eliza  Spare,  died  about  IS&J.) 
Thy  Kingdom  Come 4:'6 

Eve,  Miss  Makia  L. 

Conquered  at  last  * 70.3 

In  the  Vestibule  210 

Mexico .307 

Naught  overhead 210 

The  (jolden  City  ].55 

The  Foolish  Virgins 252 

In  Memoriain 785 

EvEliETT,  .\HI1Y  Ni;WIlALL 

All  I  leave,  to  follow  Thee 202 

Saviour  Divine    521 

Everett.  .M.  E.  H. 

Tlie  Two  Martyrs 555 

Eytinc.e,  Margaret 

What  she  is  now 624 

F. S.  E. 

Pray  for  us 277 

Fancher.  Fannie  Lindsley^ 

.Submission  * 133 

Farninoii AM,  Marianne 

(See  1 1  earn.) 
Faicett,  Mi!s.  W. 

The  gift  of  song ,<524 

The  vanished  stars 827 

Fearing,  Lilian  Blanch 

To  a  star 206 

FERlils,  .Mrs.  L.  D.  W. 

Calling!  Calling!  do  we  hear?...  514 


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XV 


Devotion  to  temperance  work.  . .  481 1 

Divine  Love,  as  I'eace  and  Wealth       j 
and  llest '.^70' 

(Jod's  Presence 4()1 

Invocation 21)0 

Prayer  for  the  Holy  Spirit's 

presence 401 

Temperance  Prayer  and  Hymn. .  490 
FlKLI),  Mus.  J.  C. 

The  touch  of  a  Life   844 

FiKM).  Mi{s.  M.\iiY  H. 

Christ  us  Consolator  • 308 

Motherhood    078 

Fitch,  Mi.ss  Mautilv  M. 

Come  to  Christ  •')0.5 

Soul  Longing 114 

Fi.KMMiN(i,  -Miss  Lucy  Randolph 

As  thy  days 87-} 

We  seek  a  city 145 

Fi.KTOnKU,  Mus.  L.  B. 

Home  M  ission  Poem 425 

Flktciikk,  Miss 

Charity 457 

Fi.owKKDKW,  Mr.s.  Ai.icK 

Fountain  of  Mercy* 56 

Follf:\,  Mus.  Eliz.\  L. 

To  whom  shall  we  go?  * 244 

How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray.     98 
Foi.som,  Miss  Axxis  11. 

Peace 236 

FooTK,  Hattik  M. 

The  Beautiful  Land 778 

FoKi),  Maijy  a. 

A  hundred  years  from  now 765 

Foi:iu:sTKi!.  Fanny 
(See  Jiulson.) 
Fox,  Mits.  K.  F. 

Saviour,  I  come  to  Thee 181 

Fox.  Miss  llATTIK  A. 

Now  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep 721 

FitAZIKK,    L.   A'iKtilXl.V 

ISlil— 1S()5 760 

FuAZii-.i!,  Mits.  M.  M. 

Dedication  Hymn 44 

Invocation 490 

Fkkncii.  Mus.  L.  Vikoinia 
(Mrs   Smith.) 
The  Palmetto  and  the  Pine.  *  . . 

Fryk,  Miss  K.  F. 

The  great  uraudmother's  hnrial. 

Fijy,  C.\i{oi.iNK  (Mrs.  Wilson.) 
For. what  shall  I  praise  Thee?. . . 
Grace  of  God  • 218 

Fii.i.Kis,  Mis.s  Anokmna 

A  plea    604 

Ask  me  not  to  drink (i5."i 

A  soi\i;  of  exultalion   840 

A  .Soliloquy ^7it 

A  stranne  Half  Century  • 878 

Help  the  drunkard  to  reform.. ..  W)4 

Notliiti!;  is  lost 414 

Our  Friend 894 

Parents'  treasures 708 

Retlcctions  after  reading  the  41st 

Psalm 123 

Shall  we? 2(55 

Susijest  ions 708 

The  blind  deaf  mute 870 

The  One  Name 188 

The  i)leasant  glass •>4"< 

The  value  of  a  soul 8.85 

The  voyage  of  life .577 

The  whi<<key  jii:;"s  revelation 64S 

To  a  Hebrew  deaf  mute 444 


To  Mary  on  her  wedding  day 740 

When  I  shall  he  satisfied :MH) 

Woman's  Mission,  A-c l;iS 

FuniiKit,  .\ti(ii,i..\    (Born  1847.) 

Forward  March ! 4'^'^ 

He  couieth 2f)0 

Keep  me  secure 547 

Need 46H 

Roll  on,  Temperance  Tide 570 

Taking  the  bine  ribbon 501 

Ye  are  my  witnesses i]S^l 

Gaudnku,  Miss  Ei.l.a  J. 

The  Open  Door 5.54 

G.\i,k,  Maktiia  Tyi-ek 

Prayer  for  workers 454 

Gaskki.i.,  Mks.  F.  C. 

Encouragement  to  workers 321 

Gatks,  Mus.  Em.ev  H. 

Beautiful  hands 728 

Home  of  the  soul 148 

If  we  knew 108 

I  will  sing  for  .Jesus 228 

The  last  'meeting    789 

The  prodigal  child 110 

You  r  mission 8i)9 

Gayi.oki),  OiiiUK  M. 

Home  in  Heaven  .  .847 

Heavenly  foundations 415 

Gki!I>s.  M.vnr.AUKT  B. 

The  Song  Message .587 

GiLBEUT.  ISADOUE  C. 

(See  .lefferys. ) 
Gii.nEUT.  Mus.  Ann  T.vyi.ok 

God  Omnipresent  * 52 

Guidance  through  life     131 

Git.!,,  .hi.i.v 

I  want  to  be  an  angel 700 

GlI.MAN.  MaUY  E. 

The  Clirisi  ian  F'aith 210 

Gnrixiis,  Em.a  Bekciiku 

A  Prayer  for  Christmns  Eve .5.'<7 

Del.iv«'>d 872 

The  [Jn revealed 400 

Gi.ENN,  (iUACE 

Jesus  is  calling  for  thee 682 

Gl.KNN.    K.\TE 

Go,  bring  the  wanderers  in 4.58 

The  children's  day 416 

Glynixin,  IIowAun 

(See  Mrs.  Searing.) 

GoFK.  .Mi:s.  H.  N.  K.  ' 

To  the  resrue 612 

Goon.vt.E.  Dou.\  Re.\I) 

A  working  woman 800 

Goodwin,  Miss  Myua  A. 

Mv  place 402 

Goodwin,  .Mus.  M.  M.  B. 

The  stranger's  grave 172 

Goodwin,  Mus.  L.winia  S. 

The  mortal   life 767 

I  have  kept  the  faith 4(il 

GouDoN,  Miss  Anna  A. 

After  dark,  the  stars  • 568 

Cold  Water  .\rmy  Pledge 645 

Goldenroil ". ' 580 

GouDON,  .Mus.  Du.  S.  Anna 

(tod  helping  me .500 

He  le.ad.>th  us,  ever "208 

Marching  orders Ml 

My  Worci  and  Honor 501 

Over  the  silent  rtver  • 152 

What  are  the  loves  of  the  Angels?  flOO 

Goueh,  Miss  Ei.i.kn  Lakesiitmi 

1      My  Refuge 30:) 


Who  will  go  for  us? 278 

GoiM),  .Miss  Hannah  Fi.Acio 
He  holdeth  the  waters  in  His 

hand "2 

Hymn  of  the  reapers .57 

Immortality  and  li'.'ht 11>2 

Mary  at  the  Sepulchre IIM 

Pilgrim's  Way  Song 145 

The  missionaries'  drparture ;j.sl 

GuANT,  Mus.  Anne 

Hymn  for  the  sons  of  the  Clergy.  7.19 

GuAVKs,  Mus.  Adki.ia(.'. 

He  giveth  His  beloved  sleep 031 

John  has  lost  it .'"(O.S 

Prayer  for  the  Xew  Year 21tl 

Thanksgiving  Song 58 

The  Annunciation  • 78 

Why  stand  ye  here  idle?  491 

GuAY.  LorisA 

Looking  back 7M 

GuAY,  Mus.  John- 
Two  hundred  years  ago 8.12 

GUKK.V,  Mus.  EuiZAItKTH  C. 

For  tlie  shut-in  ones .5'*2 

If 461 

It  came  to  pass 4<'.0 

Sought  out .5."i3 

Standing  by  the  cross  of  Jesus. . .  461 

The  Shadow  of  the  Almighty. . . .  540 

GUKENWEI.I,.  Doii.v 

My  Saviour 187 

Repentance 600 

Sweets  of  woman's  life 67*i 

GuEc.o.  Lk  Y  B. 

Our  Gospel 319 

Prayer  for  conversion  of  friends  .  399 

GuiKKiTH,  Mus.  Mauy  L. 

Desert 508 

(iUIKFITH,  Mus.   Al.K  E  McEl.KOY 
(See  page  SV>. ) 

.Tesns,  Lord  of  Light  and  Life...  2.59 

Spirit  (Questionings  • 789 

Guisw<>i.i>.  Hattie  Tyno 

Connnon  jilace 4'^() 

Jcsits,  Thou  divine  compassion. .  128 

On  the  Heiuhts H.VJ 

The  Heritage 7  '.9 

The  .Sower 489 

Thrall M-i 

Guiswoi.D,  Mauy  E. 

The  M.aster  calleth  for  thee 4.'>8 

Guiswoi.D,  Mus.  S.  T. 

(Mrs.  W.  H.)     (-Paulina.") 

Faint  vet  pursuing 220 

The  .Maiden's  Offering 845 

The  morning  star 281 

We're  going  home .122  it  407 

Will  you  go  with  me,  mother?...  93 

Gl  EUNSEY,  .\i.i<eM. 

Broidery  Work 420 

Jubilate 572 

Question  and  answer 4".'0 

.\  suns:  of  trust SS^ 

GfNN,  Katie 

The  Unehalned  Monster .V7 

Gi'YON,  Madame  Jeanne 

Mauie  HoYtEU  De  La  Mothk. 

A  PrisoTier's  .Song 229 

Contentment  Xo.  1  (aa  originally 

written)* 228 

Contentment  Xo.  2  (abridged). . .  229 

Resignation 229 

HAESEMtAUTii.  Mauy  K. 
The  legend  of  the  .asjK-n 422 


XVI 


INDEX  OF  AUTHORS. 


"IlAOAn." 

My  Saviour  and  1 78:1 

IIai.i:.  Mi!-^.  Sauaii  .Ioskimi.v 

Cliilil's  Morning  I'rayer 701 

Iron* 'Xy> 

Is  Cliinaoiir  Xoiplibor? 320 

'I'lie  Liirlit  of  Home 7.S4 

The  Watclicr  711 

IIai.i.,  Anna  W. 

Prayer  for  SMl)iiiis«iou 131 

IIai.i..  Mits.  Ki.viXA  M. 

.Ml  toClirisl  I  owe 5;}7 

IIam.monh,  AmckCok.v 

I II  iiuMiioriain 640 

Hamilton.  Mh'*.  Kate  W. 

Watcliin^  for  the  inorninj; 392 

Haxakokh,  Kkv.  riiiiiiK  X. 

Ca.sl  lliy  hre-ail  upoii  llie  waters. .   2(14 

Easter  Hviiin* 1»5 

Shall  w*>  who  trust 8« 

The  truth  makes  free 313 

IIankky,  Miss  ('athkkine 

The  story  of  the  Cross .509 

I  love  to  tell  tho  story 39H 

White  as  snow 52:{ 

IlAHItKUT,  Kl.IZAIIKTlI  BoYNTON 

A  N'e w  A  nierica 4S2 

Injuslioe 801 

IIakdy.  Mits.  Mauy  Eaklr 
Missioiiarv  llvinii   277 

IIaki.ani),  Makian 

{See  Mrs.  .Mary  V.  Terhune.) 

HAisrKii,  Mks.  Fa  antes  K.  W. 

Xothing  and  .Soinetliing  • fi-il 

Save  the  hoys 592 

Haukinoton.  Katk 

Iowa  to  Illinois,  Greeting 5()1 

Prohihition 609 

Hauuis,  Mu.s.  C.  M. 

The  living  bread  • 42S 

Hauki.sox.  .Jknnie 

Life's  changes 821 

ITAKTorriii,  Mk.s.  S.  M. 

Lines 4C0 

IIautsouuii,  Mas.  I.  M. 

A  sound  of  battle  in  the  land 4.5:> 

Oh,  to  be  really 13(i 

The  Lords  Prayer 492 

The  Demon  .Mi'oliol  • 59.") 

IlAVKiKiAi..  Ckcii.i.V 

.\  Chrislnias  Hymn SO 

A  little  while Ill 

I larvest  Hymn 55 

Praise  Note  for  1881 ;'.(K) 

Self  • l.'<5 

n.vvKaisAi.,  Miss  Maiii.v  V.  'J. 
At  eveningtime  it  sliall  be  light  •    71 

Husli  me! 7S4 

Tliy  faithfulness 228 

To  the  memory  of  Hirdie 716 

UAVF:a<iAi.,  Miss  Fiiancks  Kiui.et 

.\cc-epted    537 

A  New  Year's  promise 290 

Another  year  is  dawning 290 

Aseension  Hvinn 2<!l 

A  Worker's  Praver  • 280 

Bringing  all  to  .lesus 525 

Consecr.iiion 312 

Conseeratlon 2.s0 

From  (Jlory  to  Glory 312 

Gratitude 312 

Have  you  not  a  word  for  Jesus?  .   268 

He  knows 503 

I  know  I  love  thee 288 


In  the  way  He  shall  choose 466 

Is  it  for  me,  dear  Saviour 551 

Jesus,  I  will   trust  Tliee 527 

Neeil  of  Je.sus 547 

Nothing  to  pay 500 

Not  your  own 114 

Now 507 

On  the  Lord's  side 049 

Prerious  liloocl 179 

IJejoiei'  witli  Jesus  Christ  to-day.  338 

Sans  Christ 181 

Set  apart 115 

Seiilement  pour  Toi 1'27 

Stillness 8"f8 

Tell  it  out! 310 

Tiny  Tokens 8.")(i 

The  secret  of  a  happy  day 299 

Thou  art  coming 251 

To  Thee 223 

True  hearted,  whole  hearted 280 

True  service. 294 

Under  His  Shadow  * 98 

Venez  ...    ,. 127 

Watcii  and  Pray 482 

What  hast  Tliou  done  for  me?. . .  505 
Who  will  take  care  of  me? 681 

Hawks,  Mk.s.  A.nxif.  Sueiswood 
I  am  tlie  Lord's  and  He  is  mine.  295 

I  need  Thee  every  hour 404 

Wholly  Tliine 294 

Hoi.i.KY,    Makietta 
The  Unseen  City 149 

Haykrai  T,  Makgaket 
Be  patient 559 

Haz.\ri),  Caroline 

Fallow  ground   862 

Heakx,  Mas.  Marianne  Fakn- 

INCillAM 

A  boy's  hymn 655 

A  summons  to  service 420 

I Fe  hath  borne  our  griefs 858 

Lost  names   .345 

Nearer  to  Thee 293 

Tlie  last  liymn   8()2 

The  morning  psalm (il8 

Thou  hast  made  Summer 30 

Waitinc  and  watcliing  for  me  . . .   151 

Heath.  Adiuk  E. 

Dedicateil  to C72 

IIkatii.  Mas.  Claka  B. 

Christ  tlie  Helper 212 

(Jod  is  Love.     (By  per)    .32 

I,ove  Divine 120 

Hkma.ns.Mis.s.  Felecia  Doisotiiea 

A  Dirge 631 

Evening  Prayer  to  the  Virgin  ...  68 
Fatlier.  who  in  tlie  olive  shade  . .  037 
Landing  of  the  Pilgrim  Fathers. .   750 

Lowly  and  solemn  be 173 

Memoria 637 

Niiiht  liymn  at  sea 72 

O  Thou  before  whose  radiant 

sliriiie  131 

Song  of  Emigration 751 

The  hour  of  prayer  • 130 

Tlie  mi'ssenger  bird 165 

Hknuv,  Miss  .MAav 

Miriam  • S20 

IlKNitv,  Mas.  S.  M.  I. 
Be  still  and  know  tliat  I  am  God.   101 

Christ's  cup 4().") 

Dedication  Hymn  • 473 

Father,  we  come  to  Thee 243 

Father,  whose  love  divine 293 


Hymn  for  a  flag  raising 7.")8 

Look  to  the  Cross 276 

My  shells 717 

Only  in  part 620 

Itise!  Temple,  Rise! 474 

The  ccmiing  of  the  Sabbath 37 

The  Day  of  Emancipation 759 

The  Harp  of  the  Sea 703 

Tlie  Temperance  Do.xology 474 

Worship,  or  (iod  in  nature 801 

Hkiusekt.  Annie 

We  shall  know 105 

When  they  go  silently 170 

IIkUNAMAN,  Cl.AlDIA  F. 

fMiristmas  Hymn 81 

HkWITT,  MaKY  STaATTON 

Inconsistency 835 

"H.  H."     (See  Jackson) 
HiCKox,  Ei.iZA  M. 

What  if '<» 580 

HiN-SDALE,  Mas.  G.  W^. 

An  open  door 175 

Complete  in  Him 183 

HiTtiicocK,  Ma.s.  J. 

Ojjpressed  by  sin 522 

HoiiAiiT,  Ma.s.  Sarah  D. 

Alone 833 

Kniirhted 746 

UoixiE,  Mas.  t>l.  E. 

Home  protection  hymn 481 

HooAaTii,  Mas. 

Give  tliera  now 821 

Never  grow  old 783 

Hoi.BaooK,  FLoaENCE  M. 

A  braham  Lincoln 760 

"Holm  S.\xe." 

Draxv's  Hymn 882 

The  Love  of  God 078 

Holden,  Mabietta 

Trusting 471 

Holmes,  Gracie 

In  Memoriam  * 709 

Holyoke,  MAaiA  B. 

The  Singer's  Apology 853 

HooKEa,  Hon.  J. 

The   Women  Founders   of   New 
England  * 750 

HORR,  GaACE  II. 

Where  are  we  drift inc? 512 

Hoi'KiNs,  F.  E.   (For  little  Goldie.) 
A  smile  from  Heaven  * 709 

Hoi'KiNs,  Louisa  PAR.SONS 

Consolation 713 

Easter  Lilies 190 

Eloliim  * 27 

Faith 672 

Hymn  of  motherhood 672 

My  nursling 673 

Nasturtiums 772 

The  Hail  Mary 672 

The  lullaby 695 

The  tender  love  of  God 1 10 

Witness  of  the  Spirit 29(i 

Woman's  Work 829 

HoTciiKiss,  Miss  Ella  A. 
(Hazel  Wyldc.) 

Charity 218 

Doxolosy 279 

Easter  liay 194 

< Jod's  rromi?es 531 

His  Name  be  praised  • ,37 

Pearls  and  Diamonds 218 

Supplication '. 1  ^iO 

The  Saviour's  Cross. . .   185 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


xvi\ 


Housn,  Mrs.  Estheh  T. 

Comradeship  

Sunset 

The  Alpine  Flower 

The  angel  whisper 

The  Hanner  ami  the  Cross 

Will  (ioil  know  me  when 

Wotnan's  (iolden  Hour 

HowAKD,  Mks.  Anna  IIoi.yoke 

Alone 

A  new  day 

By  and  hy 

Christ  stilling  the  tempest 

Create  in  me  a  clean  heart,  O.  . .. 

Dear  Saviour,  help  us 

I  sleep,  but  my  heart  wakelh. . . . 

It  is  I.  be  not  afiaid ... 

Lo!  I  am  with  you  alway 

Ministering  Spirits 

Not  alone 

No  more  pain 

Kejoice!  rejoice,  believer! 

Teach  me  Thy  way 

The  sure  Hef iige,  * 

The  way  of  the  Cross 

Trust  and  rest 

Trust  and  wait 

Wait  oil  the  Lord 

HowAUD,  Cakomne  A. 

Vale! 

Howard,  HArriK. 

Day  of  Rest 

Howe,  Mijs.  Cauoi.ink  Daxa. 
Autlior  of  "Ashes  for  Flame." 

Angels  broke  tlie  seal 

Hymn  of  rejoicing 

In  the  day  of  trouble  • 

The  one  Life* 

HowK,  Julia  Ward 

Battle  Hymn  of  the  Republic  *. . 

Our  Country 

Our  Orders 

The  mystery  of  life 

How  ITT,  Mary 

Christmas  (^arol 

Rejoicing  in  Heaven 

HUURKI.L,  Ml.sd  MaKY 

Death  * 

HuLi,,  A.mki.ia  M. 

There  is  life  for  a  look 

Hundley,  Mrs.  E.  I). 

The  sword  of  the  Lord  and  of 

Gideon 

Hungary,  Mary    (Queen  of.) 

A  prayer 

Hudson,  Mrs. 

See  Clemmer,  Mary. 
Hunt,  Hei.kn 

"H.  U."     See  ".Jackson." 
Hunt,  Mrs.  Anna  S.vR(;ENr 

Doubling  the  mission  dollar 

Hunter.  Elinor  A. 

( 'hrist's  patience  

My  lesson 

Hyde,  Mrs.  Ann  Bradley 

Gospel  invitation 

Love  Divine 

They  are  thine 

HoLLiDAY,  .MissG.  Y. 

(Missionnry  to  Persia.) 

As  I  have  loved  you  * 

Oh,  take  nie  nearer  to  Him 

H ,  Margaret 

Night  bringelb  couuscl G13  i 


627 

8s;} 
82:5 
(575 
G2i5 
(i83 
028 

247 
274 
320 
211 
SOo 
1.34 
217 

6(! 
54!  > 
395 
612 
6:57 
222 

80 
548 
3:)5 
245 
463 
451 

162 

39 


403 
530 
547 

847 


7.5S 
755 
755 
103 


459 
175 

175 

180 

4S7 
213 


346 


675 

77'.t 

511 

11 ; 

87 


^374 
3(i9 


Hunting,  Mari.a. 
The  fountain  of  life 510 

Huntington,  Lady  Selina 

The  last  beam  * 72 

When  Thou,  my  righteous  Judge  2.54 

In(;elow,  Miss  Jean 

Comfort  ill  the  night  * 874 

Seven  times  six  • 71!) 

Seven  times  seven 720 

Jackson,  Mrs.  Helen  Hunt 

A  blind  spinner 800 

Falter  who  may 612 

:My  legacy 808 

Not  as  I  will 4(;6 

Only  a  l>it  of  lace 801 

The  victor  of  patience  • 8()!» 

The  penny  ye  meant  to  gi'e 334 

James,  Maiua 
Good  Friday  • 188 

James,  Mrs.  Mary  D. 

Consecration 470 

Count  the  mercies . .  232 

My  all  for  Jesus 2ii2 

Jeieery,  Mrs.  Isadore  Gilrekt 

Behold  he  prayelh 814 

Blight  and  bloom 576 

Dei  Gratia 190 

God's  discipline 23S 

Harvest  Song 58 

Hidden  paths 855 

In  peace 707 

Set  apart 824 

Show  me  the  Father 51'> 

Siste  Viator 67 

Sympathy    217 

Tin;  Old  and  the  New 802 

Thy  will  be  done* 133 

Jennings,  Alice  C. 

Counsel 614 

Spilt  water  • 605 

The  bitter  waters  sweetened 577 

The  first  inspiration  of  (,'oluinbus  570 
Twelve  years  of  silence 858 

Jeavett,  Mrs.  C. 
An  old  picture 730 

Jones,  Mai;ia  W. 

A  woman's  hand 623 

Vor  others'  sake 025 

Jones,  Mrs.  H.vrriet 

It  is  I ;  be  not  afraid   241 

Johnson,  Mrs.  ?'.i.izAitETu 

The  Rock  that  is  hiuher 549 

Johnson,  Hannah  More 

Other  sheep  I  have 3.50 

The  disciple's  privilege 344 

Comfort 871 

Johnson,  Mrs.  James  fiiiisoN 
Wife  of  Congrei;alioiial  minister, 

New  London,  Conn. 
Come 52<) 

Johnson,  Mrs.  Kate  H. 

(.Mrs.  Dr.  Herrick  J.) 

Faultless .505 

In  the  night ](;4 

In  the  name  of  (iod  we  will  setup 

our  banners 314 

In  vision 4^5 

Life  —  a  problem 101 

( )ur  Bethlehem 434 

The  bride's  outfit ;)55 

The  whole  wide  world  for  Jesus.   279 

Tlie  heavenly  si'cret 302 

Tliine  eyes  shall  see  tlie  King  in 

His  beauty •  434 


Two  cities  * 148 

The  voice  in  the  twilight 736 

Jounston,  Miss  Julia  H. 
(Juniata.) 

A  marginal  reading 4.39 

Little  things 412 

Ho  shall  not  fail,  nor  be  discour- 
aged   .3."»7 

No  interest  in  the  mission  cause. .  ;!29 
Plea  for  the  children ;W0 

JuDsoN,  Mrs.  Emily  Ciiubiiuck 
(Fanny  Forrester.) 

Iinmanuel's  Praise .300 

My  bird (i75 

My  mother  • ;jsi 

JuDsoN,  Sarah  Boardman 

Wo  part  on  this  green  islet  • :i84 

Keene,  Mrs.  Luther 
A  lesson 437 

Kell()<i(j,  Mr.s.  Electa  S. 
Black  Hawk's  fiistand  last  defeat  811 

I  would  not  (\U'.  early 328 

The  moaning  harp  • 790 

Naora  i 857 

What  is  true  patriotism^ 750 

Kemiii.e,  Frances  Anne 

Good  heart 808 

Kennedy,  Mrs.  M.  G. 
Idols .330 

Kei'ley,  Ada  II. 

"MoegelhrdieErde  LeichtSein"  784 

Ode  for  the  Fourth  of  July  • 6.57 

The  Gulden  Weddin- 728 

Kermode,  Tamer  Anne 

As  thy  day 462 

Kesler  Katie  L. 

Go  and  tell  Jesns 243 

Kidder.  Mrs.  M.  A.     (Born  1.^20.) 

Christmas  Ilallelujali 320 

Did  you  think  to  pray?  • 546 

Forward 456 

Jesus'  Jewels 408 

Only  now  and  then 055 

Saviour  of  men 129 

The  Christian's  dear  Home 394 

The  Rose  of  .Sharon 411 

We  shall  sleep:  but  not  forever. .  633 

Kimhall,  Miss  Harriet  McEwen 
(Born  1834,  New  Hampshire.) 

Easter 107 

My  Faith 296 

Kinney,  Miss  Ei.izaretu  C. 

Cry  of  the  Church 128 

.    Desires .523 

First  Steps t!82 

Longings 142 

Night's  canopy  over  Judea 779 

None  but  Christ 121 

KiNSELLA,  Nannie 
The  to  come  of  the  world 767 

"Kirk,  Eleanor." 

(Mrs.  E.  M  Ames.) 

His  Jewels 2.39 

Dead  (lowers 819 

KlRKfATUKK.  K.VTHERINE  MaY 

How  shall  I  bear  my  pain? 717 

The  cloud 7^9 

Knait.  Mrs.  Joseph 

I'p  for  Jesus,  stand 489 

Knowi.es,  Mrs.  I).  E. 

Oh.  send  the  Itihle 3:rj 

Only  ask  arishi ."i.W 

Knowi.es.  Mrs.  ,1.  11. 
He  has  cuuic 535 


XVIU 


INDEX  OF  A  urnoRS. 


1'.9 
5M 

81:! 

8i;{ 

58!) 

770 
310 


KitouT.  Mauy  n. 

Tlu!  Lark 869 

l.VMI'TO.V.  CaTMKUINE  IJ. 

llisKiiff    525 

Landkn.  Mks.  1). 

Am  I  iiiv  brotlier'a  kcoper? 003 

With  liialiii'4  ill  His  wiiiss ."501 

LAN  HON.  Lktiiia  Ei.izaiiktu 
(Mrs.  Mii(l.-au.) 
(Horn  ill  Clielsca.Eiig.  1S02; 
ili<>il,  1>08. ) 

Brnart'S  • 804 

Landon,  Miss.  Jitook. 

A  .song  of  liopo 80:! 

Lahcom,  Miss  Licy  I 

(.'liiiiiron's  Kaster 

My  cup  ruiiimtli  over 

Skotcii  of  life,  with  selections  *. . 

From  tlie  mountain  top 

Lakkin.  Emzaiiktii  T. 

The  march  of  I  he  Sixty  Thousand 
LATMinitY,  Miss  Maiu'  A. 

Aspiration 

Arise  and  shine 

Used  h'^per.  Messrs.  Church 
&  Co.,  Cin, 

By  Galilee 

(15y  per.  Dr.  J.  11.  Vincent.) 

Day  is  dyiii;: 

(Hy  permission.) 

In  shadow 

Open  the  gates 

Resurreclioil 

The  livin?  word  • 

The  prodigal    

Wailing 

With  hooks 

LATllltOP.   liKV.    MaHY  T. 

James  \.  (Jarfield 

Latimdu.  L.  .^L 

Crown  Iliin  Lord  of  all  * 

Kesi 

Laws.  Mks  Coknik  W 

Six  little  feet  on  the  feniler 

LaWSOV,  El.l/.AIIKTII  A. 

Our  heacon  hymn 

Our  banner  hymn 

Lazaris,  Kmm  V 

The  new  (,'olossns 

Leavitt.  Mus.  Maky  a. 

Crusade  rallyin;;  son? 

Eclioes  from  -Ml.  Olivet 

Elisha  at  Doihan  • 

(living  and  ijrowin^ 

October 

Ref  URe 

Sad.  biMiiuhted  souls 

Ten  years  a^o 

Work  ami  workers 

Lk  Haro.v.  Mks.  Maiue 

Faith  neeiU  no  chart 445 

A  Christinas  song 5s() 

Lke.  Okk\a 

O  Thou  who  hearest    120 

Lkkson-,  Miss  .Iavk  K. 

(iracioiis  Saviour 8'.) 

The  tender  Shepherd 700 

LKinii.  .lo-iiK 

The  fluinh 414 

Lksi.ik.  Maky 

(Jatheriii^lK.me* fi3S 

Lf.wi>^.  Mi:s    n.  J. 

A  buuedicliou 281 


281 


247 
ti«7 
1S7 
»:! 
5l:{ 
l:!0 
104 


762 

.3>2 

2:52 

7:50 

47^ 
45;! 


62") 

487 
370 
11« 
42'i 
57 
20*  i 
370 
(!43 
431 


Lewis,  Mns.  V.  K. 

Are  the  children  safe? 711 

Lindsay,  Miss  M. 

Sec  Mrs.  J.  W.  Bliss. 
LiXDSAY,  Mks.  L.  A., 

The  beautiful  land  • l-W 

I  will  meet  thee ItJl 

LltlKY,  .A.NNIK  M. 

Her  gifts 027 

Ll£M'IN(H)TT,  S.\KAU  J. 

((Jrace  Greenwood.) 

The  army  of  reform 751 

The  story  of  some  bells  *  85'J 

LiTCHKIKI.D,  GkACE  DkMO 

Sympathy 683 

LooMis,  Mks.  E.  S.  Eaton 

Via  Crucis 538 

Loii).  Mus.  Maugukkite  St.  Leon. 

Jesus  wept  * 171 

LvDi.iM,  Miss  J.  K. 

Only  a  bird's  nest o05 

Like,  Mks.  J  km  im.\  Thompson 

The  sweet  story  of  old 91 

Lyx(  11.  Miss  Anne  Cii.\ki,otte 

The  wounded  vulture  • o'Il' 

Wasted  fountains 607 

Lyons,  Edith  Eddy 

As  little  children 68() 

L ,  J. 

Work  in  the  Zenana 2V> 

Matkknal  Meetings. 

Within  these  walls 473 

0  Lord,  behold  us! 473 

M .  B. 

Charge  and  encourace  them .irifi 

Over  against  the  treasury .370 

"Mabel."  (Sedgewick,  Kas.) 

1  bless  Thee.  Master! 5'^ 

With  one  accord 443 

Mace,  Mks.  Fkances  Laugiiton 

A  vigil    781 

Behold  !  I  am  alive  forevenuore  .    320 

Onlv  waiting* 139 

Wait,  children,  wait 389 

Ma(  KAY,  Mks.  Makgaket 

Asl'>ep  in  Jesus. .. .    170 

Mackenzie,  Helen  Mar. 

Home  i>rotect  ion 477 

To  Mrs.  Lucv  Webb  Hayes 025 

Ma(  iJiTctiiE.  Margaret  Scott 

The  tapestrv  workers 357 

Maiti.and,  Miss  F.  F. 

Oft  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe 400 

Maiti.ani>.  Mrs.  M.  A. 

Wait  till  I  gel  rich  687 

.Manson,  Annie  1). 
The  cup  of  the  Lord 000 

Mari  Y.  Mrs.  E.  E. 

l)e  profundis 2.3« 

Harvest  home .54 

Self 610 

Temperance  hymn 514 

Makkat.  Emma  E. 
Hiiih  upon  the  cross 278 

Marian. 
The  dark  shall  be  made  light 777 


Marshai.!,,  Maria  A. 

Work,  not  rest 431 

Mar,  Helen 

See  "Mackenzie." 
Mason.  Dki.i.a  M. 

First  and  last 589 


Mason,  M.vrie 

Merry  Christmas  bells 77 

King,  merry,  merry  bells 74 

Mason,  Miss  Makv  J. 
1  give  myself  to  Thee 287 

Masters,  Mary 

Religion 230 

Matheson,  A. 
A  song  for  women 804 

M.\TTiiEws.  Mrs.  Elizabeth  A. 
^  Palmer 

All  along  life's  journey  711 

Awakening  802 

Comfort  at  baby's  grave 718 

Conscirated  money  • 306 

In  His  keeping 720 

Opening  hymn 451 

Tlie  ghost  of  Christmas  past 703 

"Maud." 

Sec  Anna  Share. 

Maide,  Mrs.  Mary-  F. 

Tliine  forever 85 

Maxson.  Mrs.  E. 

Christ iaii  joys 400 

May.  Delia 
Go  work  in  my  Vineyard 401 

May,  Jilia  H. 

Changed 781 

"Mayilower." 
Fleeting  moments 437 

Mayo.  Sarah  C.  Edgarton 

Be  firm 492 

Mayo.  Mrs.  E.  A. 
Memories:  the  first  fire  786 

Mayo.  Miss  Edith  A. 

The  life  of  Christ       358 

Mayo.  -Mrs.  Walter  L. 

The  day  breaketh  ,353 

The  resurrection  flower 356 

McAndrew,  Mrs.  Barbara  Miller 

Coming 255 

The  Master  is  so  fair 194 

McAkfi:i!TY.  Ella 

A  song  of  thanksgiving.  (By  per.)  660 

Faithful.  O  Lord 291 

Go  speak  in  tongues  of  flame 207 

(By  permission.) 

O  Lord,  how  bounteous 277 

Waiting  at  the  Lord's  command.  289 

M(  .Vri.iY.  Belle  G. 

Bear  thy  cross  cheerfully 465 

McCaktek.  Mrs.  Jessie  T. 

How  beaut  if  111  is  sleep  .      744 

The  stream  in  the  desert 114 

The  hi'av(  Illy  song  * , 95 

M<  CuKK.  Mrs.  M.  B. 

The  rainbow 666 

McI.NTosH,  Carrie 

Earth  and  heaven 503 

McKkkver.  Ar.iiiE  C. 

Free  grace     273 

McLanatitan,  Mary  L. 

(Jood  Friday   1C2 

McLioi).  .Ml!-.  Georgia  Hiji.se 

Among  shadows  * 699 

A  iialm  branch 585 

Are  the  hoys  safe  to-night? 589 

Do  sonif thing 5.^8 

Emptv  cradles 700 

Our  liege  lady 622 

Temiierance  application  of  "The 

Blue  and  the  (iray." 565 

From  ".Southern  (ileanings". . . .  345 
Wrecked 455 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


\ 


McNair.  Mrs.  W.  W. 
Hom«  luissidii  liyinii 407 

McNkii.i,,  Katk 

Anlipas 101 

WcVkan.  Mi!s.  L.  G. 

Easter  concert  pxercisp ^i^ 

Oh!  that  the  toilers  inisjlit  hear   .   3>l 
The  rumseller's  remorse 042 

MKKis.  Mus.  M.  N. 
Tlien^'s  a  womlerful  tree 412 

Mkucuu,  Mhs.  Annik  II. 

Christmas  carol  \o.  1  • 7>* 

("hristmas  carol  No.  2   7>^ 

Old.  ever  new  sweet  story 7.') 

Perfect  trtist 630 

The  mlssimi  of  the  Magi 80 

MKitK.mrn.  .Iri.iA 

Ahide  with  me   2V^ 

At  evening;  time 072 

Mkkkk  K,  Mus.  (,'aholinkE. 

(lod  kiioneth  best    -  .   400 

MKUIWK'niKK,  MliS.  LiDK 

She  sails  hy  the  stars (507 

Mkyeiis,  Mus. 

See  Lucy  J.  Rider,  in  music 
index. 
Milks.  Mks.  Sarah  E.  Aimm-ktox 

Lookint;  unto  Jesus  * 119 

The  hour  of  darkness 24*< 

Thou,  ( Jod,  seest  me r)."] 

Mm.i.aui),  Lydia  M. 

A  grape 653 

(A  riddle  from  tlie  Swedish.) 
Mit.LKU.  Mus.  EmIIA'  HlNTlNOTON 

At  the  Kind's  pate 307 

IJecause  He  loved  me  so 87 

Land  of  the  blessed      l.W 

My  trood  fur  nothing 0!)7 

Our  trust 401 

The  baby's  christening 694 

The  corner-stone    44 

*  Theearthlvand  lieavenly  temple*    34 

MiLl.KR.  Mils.  \V.  L. 

Christmas  morn 77 

Mw.MQAx,  Miss  Alice  W. 

A  pen  for  the  Master's  use 37.'1 

Mills,  Aimiik 

Are  you   ready? l.")4 

Mills,  Mrs.  Ei.iz.vrktii 

We'll  work  till  Jesus  comes 400 

What  must  it  be  to  be  there?. . . .    1.j7 

Mills,  Mus.  L.  S. 
Cast  anchor  and  wait  for  the  day.  A(S^ 

Mitciikll.  .Vlice  S. 

Tread  softly 7t'>S 

Mitciik.i.l,  Lri.u  W. 

Christmas 587 

MirtiiELL.  Mus.  A<iXES  E. 

Hetbauy 65 

MiTKoun.  Miss  Mary  Russell 

Uienzi's  .\ddress  totheRomans.   760 

MoNTicELLo,  Belle 
On  ward 64o 

Moore.  .\rousTA 

Invocation 222 

Moore,  Ella  Maud 

Hock  of  A  lies 70 

Moore.  Haciiel  E. 

F^venint;  prayer 07 

More.  H.vn.naii 

And  wliat  is  de.ith?  • 770 

The  love  of  Goil 400 

MosMER.  Minnie 
Ue  careth  for  you 821 


MouLTON.  Annie  K. 

Faithfully  endure 407 

Moil.TON,   LoUISK   (^IIANULEK 

The  streii;,'th  of  the  hills H70 

We  lay  us  down  to  sleep  • 87ti 

Mow  ATT.  Anna  Cora 
Mary's  charm 880 

MiiLucK,  Dinah  Maria 
(Mrs.  Craik.) 

A  hero's  death 7S7 

I)ou'.;la>!S 7«;! 

Now  and  afterwards (!."$•! 

I'hilip.  my  king  • 676 

(Written  iS">l,  for  the  cliristening 
of  riiilip  Hotirke  Marston,  London. ) 

The  river  shore 154 

The  sower 570 

The  unknown  country 152 

MlTMFORI),  Mi>s   AnoelinaS. 

Cheerful  content  • 810 

Mkrch,  Mrs.  J.  V. 
Christ  loveih  them  that  fall 674 

MlTRRY,  (^IIARLOrrE 

Workers  together 431 

ili'RRAY,  Ellen 

('(tIo  et  Terra 420 

Gordon 750 

Pray  for  one  another 428 

Rise  and  build 474 

Taliiha   Cmnl 43S 

The  little  ones 414 


"Myra." 

Rridixe  building 348 

N .  Miss  L.  V. 

Iti  ver  of  peace 235 

Nair.ne,  Lady  Caroline 

Born  1770,  in  Perth,  Scotland. 
Died  ]S45. 

The  land  o"  the  Leal 77S  [ 

Would  ye  be  young  again?  • 855 

Nason,  E.mma  II. 

Oflf  for  Boy-laud 608 

Xassat,  Miss  Lsabella 

A  plea  for  Africa .S76 

Ordered  in  all  things 554 

Nate.  Mrs.  Mary  L. 

Temperance  rally 478 

Xewiury.  Fanny  E. 

An  Easier  song 02 

Easter  morning 02,   lOlt 

Xewcombe,  Lydia 

Labor  and  trust 388 

Xewei.l,  Mrs.  L.  L. 

I  have  redeemed  thee;  thou  art 

mine 274 

She  hath  wrought  a  good  work  . .  288 

Jesus  said  '"Ye  are  the  light  of 

the  worhl." 340 

Nicnoi-soN,  Mrs.  E.  J. 
("Pearl  Rivers."') 

The  good  Samaritan 556 

North.  Cordelia  B. 

Alaska 428 

Norton,  Emma  R. 

Liberty 650 

Norton,  Hon.  Mrs.  Caroline  E.  S.       | 

God's  Ansels 851  | 

To  the  Duchess  of  Sutherland  •  .  856 
NiNN,  Miss  Marianne 

Oh!   how  he  loves!    120 

Oakey.  Miss  Emily  S.  j 

Sowing  the  seed.  (1850) 512! 


OuEN,  Kate  R. 

Faith  in  Jesus 581 

Fiuht  oil,  bravo  heart 605 

Follow  thou  mo 4<>5 

Forgiveness 273 

0<isui  ry,  Mrs.  J.  A. 

Fight  for  prohibition 4>il 

(icmI  bless  our  temperance  band. .  Gfl.'J 

Oliver,  Miss  Ellen 

A  message ]07 

Let  me  go u\ 

lift  him  alone 511 

Prayer  of  the  wanderer  • 124 

Tell  of  Jesus 3IH 

Tired 525 

True  service 510 

Oliver,  Rev.  Anna 

The  cross  • 84 

Trust 213 

Op  IE,  Mrs.  Amelia 

All  Thy  works  praise  Thee 20 

On  the  death  of  a  mother 174 

On  the  sea  shore  •   846 

Orkndore,  Mrs.  J;.m.maE. 

A  foe  ill  the  land 407 

Briiii:  flowers  * 775 

Children's  decoration  hymn 661 

Cold  water  army  song  6<U 

Miisterimr  the  boys <V44 

W.  C.  T.  i; 630 

OsoooD.  Mrs.  Frances  Saroent 
Slander  •   . .    804 

0\vENs,  Miss  Pris<  illa  J. 

Busy  gleaners 411 

Gems  for  His  crown 410 

Heralds  of  Zion .381 

Jesus  first 318 

Jesus  saves 2<W 

Sing  of  His  love.... 3;57 

'Tis  harvest  time 271 

Many  nf  the  hymna  of  MlM  Oweni  tM'ImiiC  to 
J.  J  Ho<m1  a  i'o  ,  aiid  other  publUhere.  and  caunui 
tic  used  vithnut  her  iiermisBJOD,  or  tbeln. 

P ,  E.  C. 

Fri>in  our  sisters  coraes  the  wall.  259 

pAfJE,  Mrs.  M.  O. 

Faith .392 

Go  bring  the  fJospel  of  His  Son. .  475 

I  am  but  a  little  lamb   417 

Is  it  far.  do  yim  think,  to  the 

Saviour? 518 

I've  a  joy  in  my  heart 5."}6 

I've  no  abiding  place :i07 

Jesus,  take  me  in 519 

The  banner  of  the  Cross 314 

The  voice  of  .Jesus  calling 504 

Tried  and  proved V.fl 

What  is  my  idol? 617 

Palmer,  Elizaiietu  A. 
See  "Matthews." 

Palmer.  Mrs.  Phcebe 

I'eautiful  hour 541 

Blessed  Bible 405 

Jesus  comes 251 

Oh !  simi  to  the  Lord 2«)2 

The  cleansing  wave 519 

The  revelation  • 404 

Welcome  lo  glory  • .306 

Parker.  Mrs.  c.  A. 

Home  missionary  hymn 430 

Parker,  .Sophia 

Be  near  me   242 

Parkiiii.l.  Neva  .A. 

•Father,  take  my  hand 503 

'Lord,  we  would  draw  near 400 


xxn 


INDEX  OF  A  UTHORS. 


Looking  for  tlio  kingdom 462 

Moinonal  offerings 41S 

Our  teac'lier  gone  home 101 

Ppnit(>iic(« ;'>23 

Tho  siiininorliinil  of  bliss (>-Vi 

The  trees  of  I  lie  Bible ;i4J 

Welcome  to  .1  p;istor 4") 

What  will  you  give? 3;J5 

Where  shall  Ihe  children  find 

Jesus? 415 

Sleioiit,  Mauy  B. 

Eight  o'eloek 702 

lieeitatioii  for  children's  day 41S 

Take  m  v  hand 6S.J 

The  slighted  guest MO 

Unhindered 8.J5 

Slinn,  Sakaii 

God  wiihus 2r)2 

Iniman\iel 32 

Si-OANK,  Miss  K.  Med. 

Tlie  great  conflict 4S-') 

Our  battle  cry 486 

Smith.  Mus.  Ai.reiit 

See  May  Hiley  Smith. 
Smith.  Miss  Anna  Lkntiial 

A  man  of  sorrows  and  acquainted 
with  grief 

At  evening  time  it  shall  be  light. 

Daybreak 

For  .lesus'  sake 

I  would  draw  nigh 

Jubilee  Poem   

Light!  Lovel  Life! 

Many  things  are  growing  clear. . . 

Non  Otnnis  Moriar. .    .    

Silence 

Temperance  scmnet. .    

The  children's  song 

The  peace  of  the  moimlains 

Two  hundred  years  * 

Smith.  Mrs.  Cahoi.ine  L. 

My  home 

Tarry  with  me 

Smith,  Miss  Charlotte  Augusta 

Tyre 

Smith,  Mrs.  Ci.aka 

The  temperance  wave 

Smith,  Mrs.  Ei.izaukthOakks 

At  the  (^"ross 

Charity  in  despair  of  justice*. . . 

Unprofitable  servants 

Smith,  Emki.tnf,  .Sherman 

Could  we  but  know 

Smith,  Mi:«.  Gkorge  Clinton 
(nde  Eva  F.  Munson.) 

Autumn  festival  hymn 

Children's  home  protection  song. 

Consecration  liymn   

Consecration 

From  Persia's  plains 

Home  protection  i !  the  watchword 

In  Meinoriam 

I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless. . 

Join  the  Home  Protection  Army. 

Lullaby 

Oh.  come  and  sign  the  pledge  to- 
night   498 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers 214 

Persia  .^70 

The  last  command 340 

Smith.  Mrs.^t.  Nelson 

Binding  sheaves 429 


2.']1 
100 
S80 
231 

3.5 
429 
1.-.9 
104 
701 
210 
5!  19 

43 
876 

43 

7t4 
5S4 

301 

4S0 

240 
t-'SO 
317 

575 


fi04 
409 
2-;2 
301 
479 
7S5 
633 
(JOS 
090 


SMirn,  Miss  Irene  IT. 

One  of  the  most  active  temper- 
ance workers  of  to-day,  Jn'^.") 
Qiiincy,  111. 
Oolden  stairs 

Smi  III,  IsADOKK  C. 

My  cross    

Smith,  Lanta  Wilson 
(Parker,  Dak.) 

Message  of  Salvation 

Service 

Trust 

Smith,  Miss  Lizzie  Campbell 

Easter  hymn 

Good  cheer  for  Christmas 

Smith.  Louise  R. 

Ned's  suggestion 

Smith,  Mrs.  M.  J. 

Oliiig  to  the  Bible 

The  beautiful  city 

The  treasures  of  earth 

We'll  go  home,  by  and  by 

Will  there  be  a  robe  for  me? 

Smith,  Mrs.  Mattie  Pearson 

A  child's  psalm 

Always  ready 

Captain  "No" 

Entire  consecration 

Go  forth  to  battle 

Invocation 

Is  rum  to  be  king?  

Little  children,  pray    

Pray  without  ceasing 

When  we  are  old  enough  to  vote 
(By  permission  D.  C.  Cook.) 

Why? 

Smith,  Mrs.  May  Riley 

Compensation 

His  name  shall  be  in  their  fore- 
heads   

If  we  knew 

In  prison 

Tired  mothers  * 

To  my  mother 

Smith,  .Mas.  S.araii  Louisa  P. 

I  would  never  kneel     

The  fall  of  Warsaw  * 

Snei.l,  Eliz.\  Carroll 

A  lale  of  long  ago 

Snki.l,  Mrs.  Jennie  F. 

Sweet  incense  of  prayer* 

The  Christian  armor 

The  beautiful  gate 

Who  shall  roll  the  stone  away?  . . 

Snouurass,  Margaret  W.    (Mrs. 

Rev.  Frazier.  Lake  Forest,  111. 

Cheery  be 

Faithful  in  little  things 

Jesus  Christ  shall  come  again  . . . 

Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings  * 
Snow.  Sophia  H. 

Annie's  and  Willie's  prayer 

Southey,  Mrs.  Caroline  B- 

Calvary  * 

Life  and  death 

Mariner's  hymn 

Sanctified  aflliclions 

The  infant's  removal 

Spaldi.vo,  Susan  Marr 

Dear  hands 

Spaulding,  Mrs.  Anna  Marie 

He's  coming 

Prayer  • 

The  rings  of  hajr 


21.-> 
409 


17S 
291 
530 

199 
585 

686 

209 
l.-i3 
146 
102 
160 


89 
141 

647 

2i).S 
455 
202 
488 
89 
546 
603 

632 

709 

151 

710 
582 
708 
723 

847 
754 

565 

533 
534 
157 
404 


815 
292 
269 
815 

703 

185 
172 
571 
23S 
172 

806 

695 
137 

718 


Spear,  Jennie 

The  scholar  and  the  echo 666 

Spf.ar,  Urina  B. 

Hands 849 

Spencer,  Mrs.  S.  W. 
Dear  little  hands 707 

"Speraxza." 

See  Mrs.  E.  R.  Wilde. 

Spofford,  Harriet  Prescott, 

At  Christmas  tide  * 794 

What  is  that  last  dread  breatli,  to 

die?* 161 

Springer,  Mrs.  Rebecca  Ruttek 
Waiting 385 

Sproat,  Miss  Eliza  L. 

The  mother  and  child  * 743 

The  prisoner's  child 582 

Spi:rqeon,  Maude 

The  sweetest  song 109 

Spurlock.  Phcebe 
Oh!  see  them  now  marching!  ....  409 

Staxsbury,  Mary  A.  P. 

Altar  lilies  * 798 

Aspiration 133 

David  Hollowjvy 5f-'6 

How  he  saved  St.  Michael's 870 

Signals 5.59 

Starkweather,  Amelia  M. 

Our  nation 564 

Starrett.  Helen  E. 
Silver  wedding  of  Rev.  and  Mrs.    , 

F.  B.  Doe 727 

The  hyacinth 837 

Starrett,  Susan  C. 
Three  times  the  same  words 539 

Steele.  Miss  A_nne 

Adoption   1.32 

Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song  *.     27 

Christ,  all  in  all 116 

Christian  warfare 530 

Christ's  Intercession 189 

Come,  thou  desire  of  all  Thy 

saints 99 

Come,  weary  souls 109-502 

Comfort  in  bereavement 630 

Constancy  of  Christ 123 

Coronation 28 

Divine  compassion 225 

Eternity 134 

Gratitude 31 

Heavenly  aspirations 114 

Heaven  on  earth 29 

His  witnesses .35 

Humble  devotion  * 298 

Immortal  mind . . .    Ill 

Invitation 108 

More  like  Jesus 2-1 

Penitence 113 

Prayer  for  forsriveness 524 

Prayer  for  purity 524 

Preparation  for  heaven 219 

Providence 104 

Refuge 123 

Renouncing  the  world 116 

Resignation 116 

Safe"  in  Thy  care 72 

Spring .33 

The  mercy-seat 131 

The  name  121 

The  sacred  Word    33 

The  wounds  of  sin 178 

Wliere  Jesus  reigns 33 

Steele,  Mrs.  Harriet  B.  . 

Children's  hymn 91 


WOMAJV  IN  SACItKD  SiONO. 


XXlll 


His  love So 

Stockton,  Mus.  M. 

Woiidrotis  love ISO 

Stoxk,  Miss  M.  K.  A. 

A  good-niglil  prayer 700 

A  lullaby.' C.).") 

STOKUS,  ^ilS.S  El.I.KN  M. 

(Di.-inS8.">.) 

God  lu'li)ini^  ine oOO 

Ilcail  of  t  lie  oliurch  •  . .    !'"i 

Till!  heiirl  upon  tlietliiono 507 

Stowe.  Mks.  Hakkiict  Hkkchkk 

Aliiilo  in  me  ami  I  ii>  you  • 11" 

Kuockincknoeking,  who  is  there?  107 

JIary  at  the  cross 67-^ 

I'sahu  cxxxix o-5 

Only  a  year 721 

Stoddaui),  Ei>rni  J. 

Question  ancl  answer 580 

Stuaim!,  Maiiia     (Chieajjo,  111.) 

Do  His  will 54S 

Christ  healeth  me 5  10 

Our  country 750 

Stisekt,  Mui^.  J. 

Oh!  speak  to  me,  dear  Jesus 534 

STKON(i,  Miss 

Independence  ode 754 

Stuakt,  Fannie 

Ivcconciliation 242 

Stuaut,  Mahv    (Queen of  Scots.) 

A  prayer  * 817 

St.  (Jeoi:ge,  Cassie 

Wrecks 59S 

Stuntz.  Mits.  L.  E.  R. 

Kejoice.  ye  saints 211 

SwKKT.  Miss  Ada  C. 

The  garden  * 727 

Taft,  Maiua  L. 

Praise  to  Ilim  who  built  the  hills.  G6S 

Tatu.m,  Elizabktii  L. 

The  bov  who  saved  bis  country. .  656 

Taylor," Miss  E. 

Come  to  the  bouse  of  prayer 174 

Tayloij,  Mks.  Fkajnk 

Trust 206 

Taylok,  Miss  Gkoegiana  M. 

A  daily  desire  * 00 

A  heart  melody 207 

Closer  to  Thee 2;!2 

Communion 100 

For  Jesus'  sake  * 297 

Ob!  to  be  nothing! 279 

Onward 390 

Ready 2:)1 

Rutli,  or  the  satisfied  soul 444 

Speak,  Lord,  for  Thy  servant. .    .  301 

The  path  of  Faith 202 

The  messenger 443 

Wilderness  rest ....  230 

Tayi.ou,  Miss  Ida  Scott 

Christinas  bells 81 

Christmas  sounds 80 

Crossing  the  river  Time 031 

Easter-tide ISS 

Forsake  me  not 2 IG 

Our  heritage  * ^W> 

Take  my  band 134 

The  burden  of  the  bells 79 

The  Gospel  light 2.')9 

The  river  of  song 100 

Taylok,  Miss  Jane  (Seepage  134.) 

Far  from  mortal  cares  220 

Practical  devotion    401 

The  hay-fields 50 


Taylor,  Mus.  I,.  S. 

Faster 190 

Tkake.  Miss  Claua 

Salislicd 537 

Tkkesa.  Santa 

For  a  bible  or  album  82.S 

Tkisiunk,  Mus.  Mauy  Viroinia 

IIawes.  ("Marion  Ilarland.") 

A  sunset  i)rophecy 852 

Tiiai.iikimeu,  MissM.  Elsie 

My  Shepherd 86 

TiiAXTKU,  Mus.  C^KLIA 

The  sunrise  never  failed  us  yet. . .  617 

TlIAVKU,  Mis.s  JULI.\  A. 

My  peace 230 

Our  ways 81;) 

The  many  mansions 15.i 

The  mountain  apart  * 8is 

Veiled 8.-)4 

Thompson,  Mrs.  Bishop 

(Annie  Howe  Thompson.) 

(irow  not  weary 277 

The  Master  bath  need  of  the 

reapers 411 

Thompson,  Jitlia  C. 
Waiting,  and  to  be  satisfied  ...    .   140 

Thompson,  Miss  Ruth  C. 

The  fall  and  the  rescue 550 

Tiioune,  Esther 

An  answered  prayer 832 

Israel's  gift  and  ours 30 

With  the  Master 43S 

What  the  music  said 844 

Tiioune,  AIktaE.  B. 

A  father's  story 683 

Our  W.  C.  T.  U.  workintr  song  . .  4'^1 

The  children's  rallying  song 645 

Two  lives 501 

TlIOP.XTON,  Fairlie 
Will  you  decide  for  Jesus? 522 

Thorpe,  Miss  Rose  Hartwick 

(Author  of  ''Curfew  must  not 
ring  to-night.") 

In  answer 0.">3 

The  angels'  song l-')4 

TnoRi'E,  Mus.  L.'  B. 
Footprints  of  Jesus 501 

TiiRUPP,  Dorothy 

Saviour  like  a  sbepberd 87 

Tiit'P.STON,  Mi'.s.  Lalr.v  M. 

Parting  hymn  * 383 

Tii.DEN.  Louise  W. 

Behold  the  nations  kneeling 2-')8 

Christmas  bells 81 

TiLTON,  Mrs.  Ltdia  H. 

Home 624 

"LeMenu" 611 

TiTTEUINGTOX,  MrS.  S.  BRONSOX 

At  nightfall 67 

Hymn  for  missionary  workers  . . .  203 

ToKE,  Mus.  Emma 
Thou  art  gone  up  on  high  * 2.54 

TowxE,  Hei.le  Kellogg 

(Mrs.  T.  Martin  Towne.) 

The  pendulum  of  time 595 

Thou  art  mv  Helper  • 820 

To  the  Cold'  Water  Army 646 

Wait,  little  mother 731 

We'll  work  while  'tis  day   470 

TowNLEY.  Mary 
Seeking  for  rest 525 

TOWNSI.EY.  I'l!.\N(.'ES  E. 

Seen  of  Uod 553 


Traveus,  Ella 

Mottoes  for  the  New  Year 424 

Tui  KSDI.I.L.  Va,\..\  \. 

For  thee  the  pledg<!  f  take  •.    ...   ."iol 
Soon  llif!  cause  of  right  will  Iri- 

um])h ■\^) 

TlHIvER,  Al  AUV   F. 

Invocation :>4() 

The  Old  Story V4'> 

Thou ^ yr.', 

TuuNEu,  Mus.  Annie 

It  might  have  been (•|()4 

UiMiAM.  Louise  .S. 

Stepping  in  father's  track   571 

Utter,  Rerecca  Palfri;y 

The  kind's  daughter 307 

Van  Alstvne,  Mrs. 

(Fannie  ,J.  Crosby.) 

All  of  Mrn.  Van  AlHlyiicV  liyiiinii  are  cnpyrlEliUid. 
;i:Klj;aniii)t  \k\  iiscd  witlwiiit  fur  cuiiBuiit,  or  tlui'.  of 
MiKsrs.  lii;;lt)W  k  Main.  Mrn.  .1.  1'.  Kiiu|i|i.  Mr.  Viui 
ALstynn,  Pliilip  Pliilli)]s.  or whmm  nMiir  imlilixli  r. 

If  iiiiy  "ni!  lias  mil  liail  prujiir  crcilit  in  tliin  vil- 
iimo  It  has  not  been  through  jntuntion  on  tin:  |;art 
of  any  onii. 

All  the  way  my  Saviour  leads  me.  :il9 

Angels  are  wailing .337 

'  Blessed  assurance 512 

Blessed  are  they  that  b<'lieve 510 

Bless  this  hour  of  prayer 4.j2 

Christian  reunion 313 

Church  rallying  song 317 

Cold  water  army  marching  song.   040 

Crown  of  life 221 

Do  not  pass  me  by 524 

Draw  me  nearer 303 

Faith  in  Christ 296 

Faith  and  grace 290 

Gir.l  on  the  armor  488 

Go  bear  the  joyful  tidings 203 

God  ever  near 0!)9 

God  of  mercy 539 

I'm  walking  in  the  shadow 244 

Jesus  my  all 113 

Joy  among  the  angels 60S 

Joy !  Joy !  Joy ! 222 

Keep  ine  Thine   302 

Let  me  lean  on  Thee 132 

Let  us  bravely  sland 452 

Lost,  but  found 5;]S 

Love  not  the  world 116 

More  like  Jesus  * 100 

Near  the  cross 3(>4 

No  book  like  the  Bible 205 

O  Christian,  awake ! 539 

One  in  Christ 318 

Our  mission  field  at  home 406 

Our  temperance  home 474 

Persistent  prayer 2'.'5 

Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus 220 

Saved  hy  the  blood l-v" 

Shout  aioud,  all  ye  lands! 317 

The  better  land 1.52 

The  Lord  is  King .'515 

The  polar  star :i42 

The  moiirniiii;  wanderer 514 

The  world  is  my  parish l.'72 

This  year  for  Jesus 4<i'.l 

Thy  name  alone  can  sa^e 180 

Three  steps  of  intemperanre 5!il 

Toil  on 40<; 

To  the  work 398 

Unfurl  the  banner 2t>3 

Watchman  on  the  walls  of  ZIon. .   2.59 

Welcome {-fi-t 

What  wilt  Thou  have  us  to  <lo?. .  2lt3 


XXIV 


INDEX  OF  A  UTHORS. 


Will  Joans  find  us  walcblng? 252 

ViKoiMA.  A  Lahy  ok 

Prav  for  tlie  reupi-rs 40.) 

VouKi..  .Iktty    (An  English  poel.) 
At  tlm  portal 705 

VOKK.  Mils. 

Bohol.l  the  oxppcled  time 272 

Conversion  of  the  world 2<>4 

Hasten.  ()  Lord 20() 

Preach  tlie  C.ospt'l    S-'^l 

St>on  may  llie  last  plad  song  arise  2(54 

Von  CiUi  mwai.t.  Lady 

Jesus,  on  whom  my  soul  relies  •  .   122 

W .  I.n.f  M. 

Answered 8;i0 

WAKKKiKi.n.  Mks.  a.  W.  r. 
See  "Pkikst." 

WAI.IM),  Ki.MIKA  K.  llAI.I.OlT 

The  social  cuj)  of  friendship 573 

"Wai.kkk.  Annik  L. 

Work,  for  the  nishl  is  cotulng  •. .  410 
Walkku.  Mai;y  .Jaxk 

Jesus,  I  will  trust  Thee 5li" 

Walk  Kit.  Anna  1). 

Vanity  of  vanities 145 

Waui).  IIktta  Loku  Hayes 

In  all  things  praise 30 

Wakh.  Lucy  L.  (Mrs.  H.  P.  Beach.) 

Coronal ^60 

For  God  toolc  her  • 3!»4 

Ward.  Sisan  Hayes 

Faith 295 

Paraphrase  on  Isa.  VI.  1  -S,  and 

Rev.  IV 356 

The  Mount  of  the  Sermon  * 4b 

Whither  goest  thou? 07 

Waud,  MakyE. 

The  signal  lights 477 

Ware.  Miss  H.  S. 

Anniversary  of  an  ordinatiou 40 

An  ordination  liynin 46 

Our  welcome   41 

Vacation  hymn 45 

Warixo.  Anna  Lktitia       • 

Consecration  and  resignation.    .     295 
Dear  Saviour  of  a  dying  world.    .   2(>9 

Have  faith  in  (lod 40S 

Mercy  before  sacrifice 509 

My  times  are  in  Thy  hand  • 1 17 

New  Year  hymn  2>9 

Perfect  peace .220 

Warner.  Miss  Anna  Bartlett 
(Author  of  "The  Wide,  Wide 
World.") 

Jesus  loves  me '. 91 

One  more  day 208 

The  Crossbearer 54;i 

Warren.  Miss  MACiOiK 

Baby's  sweet  sleep 604 

WAsHiNfiToN.  Mrs.  Licy  II. 

A  strike  ai-alnst  alcohol Oil 

Awakened 04;i 

Crusade  song 4S9 

Half  a  century  • 41 

Judsr)n's  grave 3S4 

Our  martyred  President 701 

Prohiblilon   4<2 

The  nation's  foe ■ .   4s<) 

The  Union  sl-nal 042 

Waterman.  Catherine  Harrison 
(Mrs.  Esllng.  born  IHJO.) 
Come  unto  me  when  shadows 

darkly  gather 106 

(Written  in  1839.) 


"Waters.  Minnie." 

(Mrs.  M.  A.  Kidder.) 
O,   say,   shall   we   meet  you   all 

there? 539 

Over  the  river  I'm  Roing 176 

Wehster.  Mrs.  Mary  C. 

(u^  Graiiiiis. )  (Now  Mrs.  Kev. 
James  Billings.) 

All  hail,  thou  arisen! ISO 

A  prayer 548 

A  return  from  sea 2-W 

Centennial  hymn 310 

Charity    217 

Entered  into  rest 10'^ 

Intemperance 477 

Into  the  dark 103 

Song  of  the  converted  blue  rib- 
bon army 544 

Sowing  and  reaping 207 

The  inebriate 497 

Weixjewood,  Charlotte 

Old 873 

Weinland.  Mrs.  M.  M. 

Sing,  children,  sing 418 

Weiss.  Mrs. 

Ever  near  me 242 

Wei.ry.  Mrs.  Amelia  B. 

The  American  sword  • 753 

The  presence  of  (Jod 808 

Wellinoton,  Alice 

My  welcome  beyond 175 

Wells,  (;race  S. 

Could  we  know  ail 806 

West,  Maria  A. 

A  missionary  hvran 323 

The  little  builders 326 

Wheeler,  Ella  (Mrs.  R.  M.  Wil- 
cox, born  Windsor,  Wis.) 

A  face  at  the  window 721 

A  picture 803 

Art  and  heart 8-30 

Artist  and  man 881 

Come  near 3>*9 

Faith 205 

Gethsemane 853 

God's  work 610 

I  bide  my  time 246 

In  the  long  run 578 

Let  me  lean  hard 243 

Noblesse  oblige 838 

Plea  to  science 839 

Resolves 003 

Rest 874 

Show  me  the  way 513 

Speak  for  me,  friend  * 837 

The  brewer's  dog   658 

The  engine 823 

The  Union  army  (1885) 775 

What  have  we  done? 814 

Whkei.er,  Mary  Sparks 

(Charge  of  the  rum  brisrade 591 

White,  Mrs.  F.  A.  F.  Wood 

At  the  door  of  my  tent 140 

I  trust  in  Thee 527 

Only  one  crossing 158 

Receive  mo  to  Glory 54;i 

The  beautiful  land 158 

The  Lord  is  King  366 

The  f)pen  gate  * 170 

We're  golni:  home 2:54 

Must  of  MiK  \Vhi(<-'s  hymiiB  Bro  copyriKhtrtl,  and 
rantiot  bu  iiwd  without  periuiuiou  fmm  bur  pub- 
llnhcm. 

White,  Mrs.  Fanny  Driscoll 
In  patience 875 


La  Voyageuse  • 780 

White,  Mrs.  G.  W. 

Sowing  seed 651 

White,  K.  R. 

Oft  in  sorrow 400 

White,  Mrs.  Sallie  J. 

In  twilight 684 

Little  Margery 702 

Whiting,  Lilian 

Birthday  impromptu 804 

WuiTLocK.  Sylvia  A. 

A  sin-sick  soul 389 

Whitman.  Mrs.  J.  T. 

Good  night,  little  Nell ! 692 

Whitney,  Mrs.  A.  D.  T. 

The  heart  of  the  year  • 799 

I  will  abide  in  Thine  house 52 

,    Wait  for  the  wings 683 

Wilcox,  Mrs.  Ella  Wheeler 

See  Ella  Wheeler. 
Wilde,  Mrs.  E.  R.     ("Speranza.") 

Man's  mission  * 615 

Willakd,  Mrs.  Emma 

Rocked  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep.     72 
Willard,  Miss  Frances  E. 

1884  •   021 

Grant  is  dead 760 

Willard,  Julia  S. 

How  the  work  goes  forward 630 

Throes  and  throws 585 

Willard,  Mrs.  Mary  B. 

An  arrow  in  His  hand  ♦    466 

The  whirlwind  of  the  Lord 484 

My  Christmas  kingdom 459 

Willard,  Mary  T. 

Alone  in  the  house 464 

Williams,  Mrs.  Alice  W. 

Sent  from  God  • 881 

WiLT,i.\MS,  Mrs.  Emily'  Putnam 

Beyond  the  rain 718 

Christmas  eve 73 

Come,  Lord  Jesus 254 

Do  this  in  remembrance  of  me  . .     94 

Faith 201 

For  we  are  laborers  together  with 

God 445 

Golden  hours 455 

He  careth  for  you 225 

How  long? 487 

Jesus  is  fflorified 219 

Lowly  labor 4.")5 

Mary's  offering 287 

Motiierhood  *    676 

Oh!  haste  the  day 456-^80 

Prayer  for  grace  and  mercy 132 

Resignation 248 

S.abbath  home 405 

Signs  of  the  times 453 

Simeon  and  the  child  of  Jesus. . .   377 
Soliloquy  of  a  drunkard's  mother  5'.)8 

Stretch  forth  tliy  hand 821 

The  dark  valley 248 

The  drunkard'swifeand  daughter  660 

Then 373 

Weep  not  for  me 100 

Whom  not  having  seen,  ye  yet 

love 201 

Wailing 140 

Youthful  love 87 

Williams,  JIlss  Helen  R. 

Providf-nce 204 

Williams,  Marie  B. 

See  '  Kate  Cameron." 


WOA.'AN  /A  SACRED  SOXG. 


XXV 


Wii.LiAMPON,  Mrs.  E.  R. 

An  East.T  off.Miiii;   ..   100 

Wilms,  Miss  Ei.i.kn  II. 

I  li'ftit  all  with  Jesus 201 

Willis,  Rk.ukkaii 

Tlip  voice  of  lilt'  money S.']." 

WiM.soN.  Mks.  M.  E. 

GladTi.linus* 50S 

^\  MM  \NS.    IIki.KN 

I  will  aiis<^  and  stand 514 

WlI.SOV.   Ml!S.    1). 

Dfdii-ation  to  the  Lord 4(5S 

Wilson-,  Mijs.  E. 

Ills  mother's  son^s 756 

Wilson,  Mhs.  E.  A. 

Face  to  f  ice 56:J 

Resoiie  llie  perisliing 2S1 

Thorns  * 179 

Wilson.  Edith  K. 

Lanihof  (Jod 522 

The  second  toinple   274 

Wilson.  Miss.  Mikiam  II. 

To  the  memory  of  Mrs.  Dr.  Bergen  6.39 

Wilton,  .Vnnik 

Christian  liinnllity  86 

WiNKWoitrii,  Miss  Cathkkink 

Bonntpons  care 272 

Death  of  a  little  child 172 

Fear  not,  littk  flock 404 

God,  oar  Father 204 

Goii  liveMi  ever 1S'.( 

Hallelujah 271 

I  will  not  lot  Thee  po 20S 

Jesus  is  mv  friend    122 

(.\l)ri(lt.'e(l:  written  1S53.) 

Lord  pverlastins! 6'"i 

The  .Vpostle's  Creed 45 

Time,  thou  speedest  on 2."j4 

Winn.  <"oiu{illa  W. 
Life's  dream  * 812 


WiNSLow,  Celeste  M.  A. 

Mid.lay ."."• 

Thouu'hHe  be  not  far 51 

WiNSLow,  IIklk.vM. 
The  messeni^er 831 

Wins  LOW,  Miis. 
Consecration    114 

Winslow.  Mks. 

Invocation  3M 

Acquaint  thyself  with  Him 511 

Winslow,  Miss  MakcakktE. 

A  more  excellent  sacrifice 55 

A  centennial  ode 427 

A  year  with  Jesus 7H'J 

Ued  time 6a>< 

■  Hullders 4-17 

Christmas  roses  703 

Fallen  at  noon-tide 6:;!i 

In  the  mornim: 621 

Jesii  Intercessor 94 

Our  callinj S0.'3 

Thanksiiivins .54 

The  plaque  of  his  own  heart 98 

The  treasures  of  darkness .^."i:) 

The  women  angels 641 

Two  temples  •  l'9 

Then  shall  ye  know 674 

Waiting  for  thy  cominci ^'•'■^ 

Windows  open  toward  Jerusalem  1")3 
Yielded  to  Cod 526 

WiNTFntMiTK.  Mks.  Mautiia 

Come  unto  Me  and  rest 50:J 

For  Decorat  ion  Day 6.50 

The  blessed  year 435 

WiiirciiKu,  Mks.  Frances  Miriam 

Aniicti(m  * ISO 

Author  of  beauty 224 

Faith  an<l  trust isi; 

Submission  * ISO 

The  cross  * ISO  I 


The  litany  • ikq 

W I  r  r  K  N  M I :  ^  i-:  k,  A  N  N  i  k 
I  will  not  question  His  int«nt  ...  468 

The  valley  uf  blessing rj4 

The  mount  of  blessing  • i>,',5 

Wool),  Mks.    Ei'MCE  l'. 
The  house  of  the  Camelia  • ^M 

WooDHitiuuK.    Miss  A.  D. 
Life's  li:;ht  and  shade  • 8.3,5 

WooDuiuixiK,  .Miss  S.  A. 

(Miristinas.   Is'H 70.-, 

Whom  have  1  in  heaven  but  Thee?  880 

WooDiN,  .Mits.  .Sakaii  M.  Sykea 

Come  and  help  us 648 

God  callelh    thee 1(18 

Prophecy   fulfilled 270 

The  cotnin;:  conquest "^72 

The  triumph  of  truth  • 48<) 

The  withereil   liand 5('.:; 

True  couraiie ftjti 

Woodland,  Waif 
Work ;J15 

Wkioiit,  Carrie 
Do  the  duly  lyin?  nearest 402 

Wrioiit.  Mrs.  M.  H. 
Tribute  of  esteem 028 

Wkioiitman,  Mks.  MimaLoi.i.ak 
Cal vary 552 

Wyetit.  Mary  E.  C. 

('hristmas  carols 422 

The  peel's  crown b74 

Wyldk.  iTazel 

See  Miss  Ella  Hotchkis.«. 

Wyi.ie.  Mks.  R.  M. 

Not  dead,  but  gone  before .3S7 

The  picture 3.01 

YiLi„  Mrs.  J.  C. 
Our  field  is  the  world 2<M) 


XXVI 


INDEX  OP  TUNES. 


INDEX  OF  TUNES. 


Paok. 


Baxtkr.  Mrs.  G.  W. 

('(line  iiiilo  iiic  • 102 

C'onsppnitiou  liyinn 2S2 

My  Willie  is  i;()ne;  or,  Was  it  only  a  dream?  * 714 

S;i(l  li.'iiii,'liieil  souls 370 

Bli.VINAKK.  Mrs.  Katk  J. 

Is  it  for  me.  dear  .Saviour? 551 

Brown,  (":i ari.ottk  E. 
A  livmii  for  the  morninc  (by  permission) 342 

Cask," Mrs.  C.  C.     C'Kitlie  Kase.") 

I've  a  jov  in  niv  heart 536 

CiiAi'MAN-;  MissII.  H. 

lie  caret!) ;  or,  on<"  of  t'le  sweet  old  chapters C4 

Ciiii.K.  C'l,  vRA  Jane 

What  eheer? 39:} 

Cl-KMKXT,   AmEIJA 

What  is  m V  mission? 302 

Cook.  Mrs.  T.  .1. 

Merrv.  merry  Cliristmas 74 

JSiirjiiiL:  all  tlie  way 227 

CiTHRKisT,  Mrs. 

Howard   263 

DoiGi.As,  Miss  Helen 

Ave  Maria    864 

EMii.isH,  Miss  M.\RY  Frances 

Jerusalem  the  golden 144 

Mariner's  hymn  (well  adapted  for  male  voices) 571 

Peace 236 

Steppint;  in  father's  track 571 

The  heavens  declare 25 

The  M:i!;n ilic.it   ...    671 

The  social  cup  of  friendship 573 

Evi  RKrr,  Aiinv  Newiiam, 

All  I  l.'.ive  to  follow  Thee 202 

Saviour  divine 521 

Fen  so,  Floy 

SlJir.  take  a  kiss  to  little  sister 606 

Frh'kkr,  .\n.\e 

Lonjiinj;  fi>r  home;  or,  There's  a  sigh  in  the  heart  . . .  740 

G.VIIUIKI.,  VllUilXIA 

("leansin;:  tires    240 

II.VNrocK,  Mrs.  Oen.  W.  S. 

Mary's  sonizof  thanksgiving  • Ki 

IIai.i..  Miss  Soi'IIIA  C. 

In  Thee,  <)  Lord 200 

IlARrsoi  (ill.  Miss  Alice  M. 

Oh!  to  l)rt  ready 13() 

IIavkikjai.,  Miss  Frances  R. 

Annivers.iry  liymn .3'24 

Ascension  liyinn   261 

A  work(>r*«  prayr  • 2s0 

•Icsus.  I  will  trust  Thee 527 

Nothlns;  to  pay 506 

Now 507 


On  the  Lord's  side 649 

Seulement  pour  Toi  * 127 

Tell  it  out  * 310 

True  hearted,  whole  hearted 286 

Who  will  take  care  of  uie? 681 

HlBBAHD,  Miss  II.  J. 

(iod  of  mercy,  throned  on  high 665 

HoLMAN,  Mrs.  Harriet 

Cover  them  over 770 

Howard,  Mrs.  Anna  Holyoke 

Create  in  me  a  clean  heart 305 

Ministerin<;  spirits  39»> 

The  way  of  t he  cross 395 

Trust  and  rest  245 

Hrrc  iiixsoN,  Auby 

Kind  words  cin  never  die 457 

Knapp,  Mrs.  Joseph  F. 

Beautiful  hour 541 

Blessed  assiuance 542 

Blessed  Bihie 405 

Consecration 470 

God  ever  near 609 

Jesus'  jewels 408 

He  has  come 535 

The  cleansino;  wave 519 

The  Lord  is  King 315 

Watching  for  pa 680 

Welcome 662 

Welcome  to  clory  * 306 

What  have  I  done?  467 

Lindsay,  Miss  M.    (Mrs.  J.  W.  Bliss.) 

Tirp  i    i  f'""  '^''o ■'^^ 

A  ireu,  ^  j^j.  gf,pr^jjo 747 

Too  me 515 

Manly,  Gertride 
Good  ni-ht.  little  Nell 692 

MERCfR,  Anna  H. 
Old,  ever  new,  sweet  story 75 

Mktcalf.  Julia  Beatrice 

Love* 840 

Morton,  Miss  E.m.ma  L. 

Come  unto  me    518 

Look  to  the  cross  276 

Shepherd  dear 417 

Newman,  Arrie 

Children's  decoration  hymn 661 

('old  water  army  song 661 

PllII.P.  Kl.IZMtKTII 

She's  all  the  world  to  me 600 

Parkim'rst.  Mi:s.  K.  K. 

Fatlier's  a  drunkard,  and  mother  is  dead  * 600 

Prrr,  Mrs.  Emma 

Father,  hear  our  prayer 3r3 

I'll  work  for  Jesus •'•  •  496 


WOMAN  l:,  y.ACRl  D  r.OSG. 


xxvu 


Paoe. 

Only  ask  arislit 550 

The  tender  Sliepherd 82 

POTTEIS,  Mus.  RrTII 

There's  music  in  a  mother's  voice 724 

Rickey,  Miss  Matk  L. 
Agnes 40 

The  music  and  words  of  this  piece  are  sn  beautifully  blended,  that  it  <lid  not 
seem  best  t"  aiparatc  them,  although  the  latter  are  written  by  a  geutlenmn, 
George  Herbert. 

Come  imto  Me 106 

RiDEH.  Lrcv  J.  (Now  Mrs.  Meyer,  the  celebrated  infant 
class  tt'aelier,  Chicago, ) 

Beautiful  m<)riiin<; 103 

Deal  cenily  with  the  erring 457 

I  was' lost,  a  little  lamb 6()8 

Lord's  day  song 39 

Singing  as  we  journey 665 

Scott.  Mks.  Ci.aua  IT.     (Now  of  C^hicago,  1886.) 

All  will  1)1^  well ■'. 532 

Cast  thy  burden 034 

Come  aiiain  with  singing 557 

Come,  weary  souls 502 

Dear  as  thou  wert 640 

Go  bring  the  Oospol  of  His  Son 475 

God  be  niprciful  unto  us 311 

I'm  but  a  little  lamb 417 

Is  it  far.  do  you  think,  to  the  Saviour? 510 

I  trust  in  'I'lioe 527 

I've  no  abiding  place 307 

Jesus  my  Master 520 

Jesus,  take  ine  in 51'.» 

Life's  changes S21 

Little  pilgrim 325 

Oh!  be  joyful  in  the  Lord  * 61 

Oh !  com(>,  let  us  sint:  476 

Oh!  when  shall  I  be  free? .3S6 

Ri'joioe  with  .Jesus  Christ  to-day 33>< 

Sweet  words  of  Jesus   '"^S 

Tarry  with  me  * 5'<4 

The  banner  of  the  Cross 314 

The  voire  of  Jesus  callinir 504 

The V  t  h;it  trust  in  the  Lord 47 

Te  Deuin 20 


Paob. 

Tread  softly 768 

Tried  and  proved .3fl7 

What  is  my  idol? 517 

Scott,  Lady  John 

Douglass 703 

Spkncj;i{,  Mks,  S.  N. 

Dear  little  hands 707 

Onwaril  (used  bv  permission)   .'>45 

S .  Miis.  .1.  S. 

The  household  angel 735 

SPriit.OCK.  PiKEUK 

Oh !  see  them  now  marching    400 

Smith.  Mks.  (Jeo.  (Jmntov  (n^e  Eva  F.  Munson.) 

Children's  home  protection  song 664 

Home  protection  is  the  watchword 47^ 

How  long?     (From  "Clear  Notes.") .'>7  ( 

I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless (i.33 

Join  the  home  proteclion  army (MIS 

Lullaby OitO 

Onward!  Onward!  Christian  soldiers 214 

Ob !  come  and  sign  the  pledge  to-nigbt 40H 

The  lionl's  supper 07 

They  call  me   143 

Women  of  our  country 450 

SNoixiKAss,  MAKfiAKETTE  (Mrs.  Frazier, ) 

(Miecry  be  • 815 

SisTEi:  OF  Mrs,  Heman.s. 

Ave  .Sanctissima.  or  Evening  prayer 68 

The  messenger  bird 10."» 

Straih.  Maria  A. 

The  dark  shall  be  made  light 777 

Tiddeman.  Maria 

Consecrat  ion  .300 

Toi'RfjEE,  Lizzie  S, 

God  with  us 262 

Varxey.  Carrie  A, 

(;iose  by  the  beautiful  river 702 

wiHTf-ocK.  hes.sie  a. 

Vinton.    7s 288 

Wii-MAMs,  Miss  Makianna 

Sabbath  home 405 

VViM,>.ov,  Mus.  M,  E. 

Glad  tidings  • .,  .50S 


XXVIIt 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


A  bnhy  at  rest  on  mollier's breast. . 
A  "Banil  of  lI<>|Ni"  teacher  has  told 

in<»  

A  baiiil  <if  l.iliorers.  Ihto  wc  meet. . 

A  )>i-:iiitifiil  <l,iy  «  iiliixit 

A  bi'.ii-oii  li;L-liitlii!  Christiitn  staml;! 
Al)i(lo  with  lis!  thi!  vvi'iiiii^  lioiir. . . 
Ablilo  u  ith  iii<>,  tlia  siiiisi-t's  {;ol(toii 

HnsiT 

A  bitter  \v;iil  f>f  niij;iiish 

Above  bt-r  jiliuid  brow  th' 

iiiimortt'llt!  

Above,  lolcloiul  toclouil  succeeds.. 

AI>ov«'  tlie  sonjjs  of  liciiven 

A  brii;liti-r  »l:iy  is  tlniwiii};  ni-iir.  . . . 
Acccpti'd,  pcrfrct  mid  coiiipli-te. . . . 
A  cliild  bi'r  wayward  pi-ncil  drew.. 
A  Ciirlstiiias  «k\ .  u  Clii  Istiiias  htar. 
A  rotta'.;o  bcniii'  witii  sloping  lawn. 

Acquaint  tlivsidf  wiili  lliiu 

Across  tlie  blurt  waters 

Across  the  be.ilheii  darkness 

A  cry  Coined  ovi-r  tlie  deep 

A   dear  little  ;;irl  by  her  mollier's 

knee 

Adown  earth's  dark  abyss  of  woe. .  . 
A  fearful  lii;:ht  with  great  storm 

clouds 

AfTlict  me.  Father.  Let  Thy  heavy  rod 

After  till!  day  Is  done 

Again  1  ^rcet  this  day  with  tender 

love 

Agnin  the  fi-asl  is  spread 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light.  .. 
A  uift  b:is  come  to  us  over  seiis. . . . 
A  glorious  word  rings  in  my  soul. . 

A  glorious  cross  He  bore 

A  gracious  <juiet  broods  upon  tliu 

iip(»t 

A  craiid  strike  is  surely  pending.... 

A  lialf  a  century  has  rolled 

All.  brothers,  liud  ye  wisely  taught. 
Ah  I  Heaven  must  be  mostswiM't.  .. 
Ali!IIorace  died,  just  as  llieinoining 

sky 

Ab!how  His  patience  shames  our 

discontent 

Ah,  silent  wheel!  the  merry  brook  is 

dry 

Ah !  what  shall  I  (!o  witli  my  ])eiinl('s? 
Ah  I  why  shoulil  this  immortal  mind 

A  huge  .Kolian  liarp  w:is  still 

A  kingly  vulture  s.it  alone 

Alas  for  the  head  with  the  crown  of 

gold 

Alas!  what  liourl)^1angers  rise 

A  life  made    be.iiniful    by   kindly 

deed.S 

A  light  streams  downward  from  the 

sky 

A  little  bird  am  I 

A  little  child  with  garments  thin... 
A  little  clliow  leans  ii]>on  your  knee. 
A  little  legend,  dear  and  gracious 

friend 

A  little  kiiii;d'>in  I  jkisscss 

A  liltl)!  rest,  Lord,  midway  of  life's 

hours 

A  little  star  .-leross  the  night 

A  litth;  smiling  mingled  ufl  with 

tears 

A  little  space  for  rest 

A  little  Ulk  with  Jesus. 


077 

C5!) 
472 

1'7.} 

y7 

213 
•150 

040 
846 

.".IS 

777 
f.:J7 
71!) 
4:>.> 
7:52 
&11 
.317 
2.j<.» 
2."*8 

711 
4.-.1 

501 
l8n 
07 

91 

201 1 
1S5 

734! 
fill  ' 
41  I 
801  ' 
140  j 

7i;i 

57o  I 


17.5 

;>  ;•) 
111 

8(;.j 
502 


84.-J 
5:]0 

281 


175 

221  • 
5.-)4 

7as 


8V.I 
OOS 


414 

101 
;Mt4 
12o 


"A  little  while,"  de.ir  children.  ...  Ill 
All  day  the  wind  with  bitter  breath.  K((9 
All  days  are  great  .Vtonemeiit  days.   l.s-'J 

.\ll  for  Je.siis,  all  for  Jesus! 2il2 

All  hail  to  Thee!  All  hail  to  Thee!.     »:> 

All  bail.  Thou  Arisen! Is'.) 

.Ml  in  leai:iie.  all  in  league .'iOl 

All  my  life  long  1  had  ]iaiited 537 

"All  quiet  along  the  I'otomac,"  they 

8.-iy 7">7 

All  souls'  day !  where  have  1  heard.  781 
All  that  it  hath  of  splendor  and  of 

life .37 

-Ml  the  way  my  Saviour  leads  nie. .  2I!t 
All  tli<!  way  home,  all  the  way  home.  221 

All  truth  is  no  less  dear 802 

All  weary  with  the  cares  of  life....  5:^5 

-Vll  your  moments  now  come 4:{7 

Almighty  Father,  kt^ep  my  heart I-'JO 

Almost  fifty  years  of  darkness 878 

Alone   ill    the  bouse!  who  would 

dream  it? 4CA 

.Vlons  the  streets  one  day 87;) 

A  2klavini;the  little  ones,  Jessie  and 

"I'hil 0.S7 

.V  nii<;hty  host  inspired  by  (lod....  577 
Amongst  the   deepest  shades  of 

iii','ht 52 

.Vraong  so  many  can  He  care? 52 

Among  the  Master's  callings  of  high 

honor 5S.3 

A  mother  may  forgetful  be 12:3 

A  mother  prayed  with  her  heart 

alone 743 

And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight lb! 

And  is  the  gospid  peace  and  love?..  2S1 

And  is  tin;  time   approaching 31'.) 

.Vnd  Mary  saiil 10 

And  now,  said  the  governor,  gazing.  752 
And  so   tlie   willing   hearted,  with 

store  of  ])reciou3  gems 420 

And  still  do  they  go,  at  tlie  beck  of 

their  foe 595 

And  this  is  ours!   ours   of  the  dust 

and  ashes 074 

And  thus  our  hearts  appeal  to  them  li»4 

.Villi  what  is  death? 770 

A  new  day  stretches  before  me. . . .  580 

Angel  beautiful,  yet  stern 541) 

Angels  clothed  in  shining  raiment..  40! 

Angel  of  freedom !   700 

An(jtlier  year  is  dawning 2!>0 

Another  stage  of  life  is   drawing  to 

its  close .......  832 

An   unchained   monster  roams 

to-night 5^7 

A  picture  f.iir  and  true 703 

Are  we  faithful  to  our  Master? 292 

Arise,  lake  courage!  rise  and  build.  474 
Armed  of  the  gods!  Divinest 

coiKpieror! 800 

Arise!  this  day  sh.ill  sliine 2  10 

-Vroiind  King  Arthur's  table 0J5 

Around  the  throne  of  (Jod  in 

Heav'n «)0 

Art  thou  sore  distressed  and  weary.  403 
Art  thou   waiting  on  the  watch- 
tower 273 

.\s  a  little  child,  as  a  little  child. . ..  510 
A  isavioiir!  a  Saviour!  proclaim  the 

gla.l  tidings ,340 

As  Cataline,    by   proud   compilers 

arraigned 811 


A  side  light  from  the  margin  cast. .  439 

As  bowed  with  sin 100 

.\s  clay  ill  the  hands  of  the  potter..  403 
A  sliij)  comes  over  the  sea  of  time. .  4!-} 
.Vsk  the  Lord  to  lead  and  guide  you.  5.50 
Asleep  in  .lesiis,  blessed  sleep!....  170 
As  in  lonely  thought  1  pondered...   852 

,\sleep  in  Jesus 170 

Asleep  ill  their  honored  graves 505 

As  some  sweet  carrillon  sends  forth.  429 

As  oiK-e  of  old  a  chosen  band 2.')8 

A  song  of  a  boat 720 

A  sound  from  the  North 80 

X  sound  from  the  desert! 759 

A  spectral  band,  pale  with  the  reflex  619 

As  sunlight  warms  the 847 

A  swallow  poising  in  the  candle- 
light  767 

.\s  we  gather  around  the  fire-place.  786 
As  the  great  ocean  rising  steadily. .  428 
As  the  stormy  clouds  do  hide  the 

sun 654 

.\s  the  lightning's  briaht  flash 2.53 

-Vs  tiny  Btn^amlels  adding  to 350 

At  the  door  of  my  tent  I'm  sitting.  140 
.\t  home,  abroad,  by  day  or  night . .  645 
A  tired  child,  restless,  as  the  night 

came  on 563 

At  last  the  lingeringshades  of  night.     iiO 

At  dusk  of  Christmas  evening 58Q 

At  leiigtli    then    the    tenderest  of 

mothers  is  gone 174 

At   night,  on    Bethlehem's  cloud- 
capped  hill 80 

Author  of   beauty!  all    Thy  hand 

hath  made 224 

Ave  Maiia,  Gratia  plena 864 

Ave  saiictissimal  we  lift  our  souls  to 

thee 68 

Awake!  awake!  the  blaster  now  is 

calling 317 

Awake!  awake  the  sacred  song 27 

.\wake,  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes.  113 
Awake  once  more   my  sliimb'ring 

harp 790 

Awake  to  effort  while  the  day 015 

A  war  is  raging  fiercely 453 

.V  weary  man  with  toilsome  hands.    871 

-•V.  wliisper  woke  the  air 804 

A  winniim,  wiving  meadow  with  a.  829 

A  woman's  hand,  white,  soft 501 

A  wonder  worker  all  night  long S;i8 

.V  word  to  the  Utile  children 058 

-Vye,  the  sea  is  God's,  He  made  it. .  5.55 

.V  year  with  ^ esus 782 

15al)y  and  I  are  alone 673 

Baby  Bir'lie.  why,  oh!  why 710 

Baby  is  clad  in  his  nightgown  white.  097 

Baby  is  only  one  year  ol<l 0S4 

BackwanI,  turn  backward,  OTime.   726 

Bear  the  cross  cheerfully 4(>5 

Bear  ye  one  another's  burden 217 

Beat  soft,  ()  happy  heart 422 

Beautiful  Morning!  day  of  hope.  .39-1'j3 
Because  she  lakes  me  as  iier  very 

own 746 

Because  the  joy  has  run  to  waste. .  005 
Because  Tliou,  Lord,  hast  been  my 

help .  .546 

Be  firm,  whatever  temi>t3  thy  soul.  492 
Before  tliivse  keys,  responsive  to  my 

moods 82.5 

Before  the  throne  of  Cxod  above 120 


WOMAN  Itr  SACRED  SO  NO. 


XXIX 


Bnforo  Thy  cross,  dear  Lord.  I  fall.  240 
Duhold  an  open  door,  beiiuld  a 

throne 3">fi 

Beliold  a  sower  went  forth 4-Jl) 

liehold  Him,  Heaven  sent  lo  nations 

rude 382 

Behold,  the  expected  time  draws 

near 272 

Behold  tlie  colden  city l."»4 

Beliold  tlie  hand  is  withered 5(i-! 

Behold  tiie  uatimis  kneclln'.; 25,S 

Behold  the  lloyal  IJriilegrDoin 177 

Behold   the   years,    the  conquering 

years ....    40 

Beholcl  thy  birthplace,  Frances 7:10 

Beloved,  is  it  well? 75>S 

Beneath  the  Ooss  of  Jesus 221 

Beneath  the  desert's  rim  went  down  M44 
Beneath  the  hot  midsummer's  sun.  756 
Be  one  with  our  Father,  who  loves 

you 

Be  silent,  restless  heart,  and  feel.. 

Be  still!  just  now,  be  still! 

Be  Thou  Willi  me 

Better  trust  all  and  be  deceived .... 

Be  with  my  mouth  

Beyond  the  roliini;  hillows 

Beyond   these  chilling  winds  and 

{jloomy  skies 

Beyond  this  land  of  parting,  losing, 

leaving  

Beyond  this  wilderness  of  sin 

Blessed  assurance,  .Jesus  is  mine. . . 

Blessed  he  the  Lord  of  nations 

Blessed  Bilile!  how  I  love  it 

Blessed  Lord,  our  souls  are  longing. 

Blest  Comforter  Divine! 

Blest  is  the   man   whose  softening 

heart ...    

Blest  Lord,  who  hungry  thousands 

fed 

Blest  Master,  how  exceeding  broad. 

Blow  ye  the  golden  triiinpets 

Born  to  a  destiny  the  most  sublime. 
Bread!   btead   for  all    was   in  the 

Saviour's  hands 

Break  I  O  day  !  in  beauty  break 

Breaks  tlit;  joyful  Easter  dawn 

Break  Thou  the  bread  of  life 

Brethren,  the  hour  hath  come 

Brethren,  we  are  parting  now 

Briek  and  stone  and  timher  fair. . . . 

Briijtit  llowers  still  loyal  to  the 

Brightly   the  sun's   last  glowing 

beams 375 

Bright  was  the  guidinc;  star 81 

Briiiij  llr)wers;  for  back  to 788 

Brothers,  sisters,  we  are  coining. . . .  b'M 

Brother!  slay  thy  rash  design 4'.»7 

Build  a  Mule  fence  of  trust  3<K) 

Buried  with  Thee,  my  dyini;  Lord.  8-') 
By  and  by,  O  heart,  take  courage!,   l-ll 

By  our  word  we  are  pledged ."iOl 

By  the  close  bond  of  womanhood..  813 
By  the  law  condeinwd  to  perish. . .   .")12 

Calliim!  Callina!  Do  we  he.ar'.' 514 

Call  him  not  ruined  while OlU 

Call  them  in  !  the  poor,  the  wretched  397 

Call  upon  me.  saitli  the  Lord 547 

Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  <Jod ft?! 

Can  China  he  our  neiiihhor? ,^20 

Can  it  tie  that  .Jesus  souu'ht  ine?. . .  5.">3 
Carry  lue  out,  my  brethren 307  | 


533 
224 
101 
405 

808 
405 
204 

150 

6:]2 
157 
542 
530 
495 
2-.3 
122 


.  217 

202 
273 
320 
7(il 


428 
193 
l!)i) 
93 
50 
.38! 
474 
772 


Castle  and  cot  in  this  beautiful  land. 

Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters. . . . 

Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord 

Centuries  old  is  this  (lower 

Certainly  I  will  be  with  lliee 

Changeful  hath  been  my  lot  below. 

("han;e  and  encourage  them 

(,'harity  is  meek  and  tender 

( 'harity  !  it  faileth  never 

Cheery  be,  happy  be 

Child,  amid  the  (lowers  at  play.    .. 

("hildren,  do  you  see  the  wine'.*.. .. 

Children,  do  you  the  story  know?. 

Children  louil  hosaniias  sintjin'.:. . . . 

Children  of  light,  like  the  stars 

(.'liime  out,  O  joyful  bells ! 

Christian,  seek  not  yet  repose 

C'hrist  is  risen !  lo !  the  day 

Christ,  our  Lord,  to-day  is  risen. . .. 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  arain 

Christus!  Anointed   One!   King  at 
Thy  birth 

Christians,  seek  not  yet  repose 

Church  of   (jod,  whose  conqu'ring 
banners  

City  of  ( Joil,  oh  !  how  bright  and  fair. 

C'ity  of  itlol  temples 

Cling  to  the  Bible,  the'  all  else  be 
taken  

Closer,  dear  Lord,  to  Thee 

Close  the  door  carefully,  inulUe  the 
tread 

Cloudless  skies  amund  it  closing. . . 

Cloucl  of  the  Lord!  ordained  of  old. 

Come  and  sign   the  pledge,    with 
sinking 

Come  and  walk  w  ith  nie,  Mary,  be- 
fore the  sun  has  set 

"Come  apart,"  he  said,  "to  a  desert 
noi>k." 

Come,  children,  happy  children 

Come,  ever-blessed  spirit 

Come  hither!  hither,  little  one 

(Jome,  Holy  Spirit,  sotirce  of  all. . .. 

Come  home !  come  home  I 

Come  in,  O  (;hrist,  come  in 

Come   in  our  midst,  O  eracious 
Lord  ! ." 

Coroe,  let  us  build  a  stalely  temple 
here 

Come  join  the  famous  army 

(^)nle,  1ft  us  to  the  Lord,  our  Kincj. 

Come,  Lord,    and   warm   each  lan- 
guid heart 

Como  near  to  me,  I  need 

Come  one  and  all,  this  yearfor  Jesus 

Come!  said  .Jesus'  sacred  voice 

Come,  saints,  let  us  join. 

Come,  the  summer  niiiht  is  callintj. 

Come,  thou  desire  of  all  Thy  saints- 
Come  to  the  eli-ar  deep  river 

(-"ome  to  llie  fountain  of  mercy.. . . 

Come  to  the  house  of  prayer 

Come  nnt«  me  when  shaiiows  dark- 
ly gather 

"Come  unto  me  I"  who  is  it  that  calls 
me? 

Come,  weary  souls  with   sins  dis- 
tressed      10!)- 

Come  with  brisht  garlands,   sweet- 
scented  aiicl  rare 

Could  we  but  know  the  secret  cares. 

Could  we  know  all 


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204 
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208 
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218 
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209 
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409 
109 
310 
104 
9.1 
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510 
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106 

518 

-.502 

770 
575 
806 


Could  ye  come  back  to  me,  Douglass.  793 

Could  you  but  see  my  baby ...  000 

Count  the  mercies!  Count  the   mer- 
cies   2.32 

Cup  of  Peril,  I    touch  thee  not i>'M 

("ourage,  comrades,  courage 477 

Cruelly  beaten  with  many  stripes..  6.50 

Dark  the  night  and  dreary (I,s7 

Dawnini:  at  last,  the  mornini;  sun..   7-59 

Dawn  of  ilawMs,  the  Kaster  day 197 

Day  is  dying  in  the  west 73 

Day  of  God,  lliriu  blessed  day. ...  .  19-J 
Day  with  ils  heated  toil  was  o'er. . .  .'A2 
Deaf,  dumb  and  blind!  It  seems  so 

hard S79 

Deal  gently  with  the  errinsj  one  . . .  4.57 
Dear  as  tliou  Wert,  an<l  justly  dear.  (!40 

I  )ear  faded  eyes !  781 

Dear  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat. . .  .  131 
Dear  Father,  when  wo  ask  of  Thee.  i;i3 
Dear  girlish  head! laid  down  tosleep  394 
Dear  gracious  Lord,  on  whom  I  lean.  471 
Dear  little  eyes   with  their  fringed 

lids 073 

Dear  little  feet  so  soft 674 

Dear  little  golden-haired  Fay 697 

Dear  little  hands 707 

Dear  little  restless  feet 420 

Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul 12;i 

Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should 

stray 87 

Dear  Saviour,  does  Thy  love? 299 

Dear  Saviour  of  a  dvint:  world :;(!9 

Dear  sisters  of  the  .South-land (i24 

Dear  wee  birdies  in  their  nest 095 

Dear  world,  looking  down  from  the 

hirjliest 813 

Death    will   soon   come.    But   why 

should  we  grieve 1.34 

Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  hath 

made 178 

Deeper  grow  the  purpling  shadows.   147 

Deep  mystery  of  linman  life 075 

Did  the  waves,  niiiflled,  beat 701 

Disciples   of  Jesus,   why  stand  ye 

here  idle? 272 

Distant  Kden!  dream'd-of  Eden l.Vi 

Does  it  grieve  Thee,  precious  Sav- 

ioiu'? 525 

Don't  you  know  how  much  you're 

needed? ('48 

Do  ri^lit  is  our  motto 0<J7 

Do  thy  work  speedily,  child   of  the 

earth 315 

Down,  down  o'er  rocky  ledi;e S2.3 

Down  in  the  evergreen  valley 772 

Down  in  the  shatlowy  hand  so  lowly.  248 

Down  to  the  brink  of  hell 652 

Do  ye  hear  the  chililren  weeping?..   5".»6 

Do  you  see  those  dusky  f.aces 275 

Draw  near,    ye   weary,    bowed  and 

brokenhearted 171 

Droop  niournfiillv.  O  starry  flag...  762 

Drink,  drink,  drink! fill 

Dying,  still  slowly  dying.. 174 

E.ich  day  when  the  glow "32 

Each  for  himself  with   brethren,  or 

alone 08 

Flager,  listening  to  the  words 2fl0 

Earth  and  all  her  scenes  will  f.ido. .  145 
Earth,  with  ils  dark  and  dreadful  ills  1.5i> 
Eat.  drink,  and  be  merry,  boys....  61*3 
Eater  my  door,  beloved  Lord. t£i 


XXX 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Entpr  Thy  temple,  ploriouB  King.. . 

Kit'  liisi  y<'!»r's  111(11)11  liHil  li'fi  

Kre  inoiiiilaiiis  rcan-tl  llu-ir  forms. . 
Eio  ourili'iir  .Saviour  spoke  lliu  part- 
In- woni 

Ere  the  rIow  of  Autiiiiin  glory 

Ere  yon  i»'f  t  your  room  this  morning. 

EU-rnitv  is  just  at  luiiul   

Exalt  Thy  ciillin;;!  on  its  spotless. . . 

ExulUint  as  a  Wnl 

"Eje  hath  not  p<'«mi  the  things  pre- 

p.irt'tl  of  (io<l." 

Fade,  fa.li-  each  t-arthly  joy 

Failing,  slowly  failin;;,  sweet  Sab- 

halh    ilav 

Fadinp,  still  failing,  the  last  beam  is 

shining 

Faini-hcariotl   and   weak  are  the 

rhildren  of  men 

Faint  not,  nor  crow  weary 

"Faint  yet  i)ursuing,"  we  press  our 

wav   

Fair  is  our  country,  the  home  of  the 

free  . .  ■ 

Faithful  in  little  things,  Lord,  may 

we  be  

Faithful,  O  Lord !  how  can  1  prove. 

Faith  nt-eils  no  c'larl 

Fallen  at  noontide.  Time  has  set     . 

Falling  half  asleep,  some  spirit 

Far,  far  awav,  across  a  troubled  sea. 
Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating. . . 

Far  from  our  Father's  home 

Far  from   these   narrow  scenes  of 

ni'-'ht 

Far  up  on  the  mountain 

Father  Almiu'hiy!  from  Thy 

Father,  as  the  days  decline 

"F.allier.  forgive  us."  is  our  daily. . 
Father,  how  can  I  thus  he  bold  to 

pray 

Father.  I  feel  that  I  am  Thine 

F.itlier,  I  have  heard  Thee  calling.. 

Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 

Father,  in  Heaven  al)Ove  

Father,  in  Heaven  j.iiy  Tliy  child.. 

F'ather,  mv  cup  is  full 

Father,  ()  "Father!  surrounded  with 

ills 

Father  of  Mercies  in  Thy  Word 

Father  of  our  feeble  race. . . .    

Father,  oh  !  hear  me  now! 

Father,  our  offering  we  bring 

Father,  to  Tliee  alone 

Father,  we  know  Thy  lender  hand. 
Father,  whale' er  of  earthly  bliss.    . 

Father,  who  in  love  niierrinu 

Father,  who  in  the  olive  shade 

Father,  whose  love  divine 

Fiilher,  with  our  uraieful  praises.. 
Faultless  in  His  glory's  presence... 

Fear  not.  O  liule  fl  ck... 

Fear  not  I  f)ne  hv  one  (Jod's 

Fi?ht  for  I'lohiliilion,  gird  our 

Fight  onward  to  llio   breach,  brave 

heart 

Fight  the  good  fight.  Christian  sol- 
dier.  

Fill  up  the  gl.ass!  we  drink  to-iii'jhi. 
Fill  vour  lamps,  <)  foolish  virgins!.. 

"Five  cents  a  glass!"  Does  any 

Flags  of  the  nation  droop  low 

Flee  as  a  bird  to  your  mountain 

Forgive  all  my  sius 


.34 

67.') 
3t5 

2.34 
58 
54(i 
1:54 
571) 

aji 

121 

l.J 

72 


357 
401 


326 

756 

202 
291 
445 
63i» 

672 
226 
400 

210 
617 
i:i:> 
07 
120 

1.31 
3»'.> 
.523 
117 
VM 
l:'.7 
241 

123 

.33 

401 

131 

41 

53 

530 

20-! 

8.-)S 

037 

203 

42 

.5a5 

404 

106 

481 

605 

53) 
611 
2.")_' 

OVJ 

707 
1(1". 

700 


Forgive  us.  Lord,  because  we  have         I 

forgiven 126' 

For  gladsome  summer  days 30 

For  (Jod  and  Home  an<l  Native  Land  486 
"For   (iod,"   that   His   all-gracious 

love 455 

For  him  whom  the  King  delighteth.  360 
For  Jesus'  sake  all  sins  forgiven. . .  297 
Forsake  me   not;  though  fast  the 

night  is  falling 246 

For  thee  the  pledge  I  take 501 

For  thee  the  beacon  lights  of  ages 

shine 509 

For  the  ])urest  hope  that's  human..  500 

Forth  from  the  light.    103 

Forth  to  thy  worii  from  mom  till 

night 304 

Forward  shall  be  our  watchword. . .  450 

P'or  what  shall  I  praise  Thee? 31 

Fountain  of  mercy!  God  of  love!...     56 

Freemen,  awake  tlie  song 734 

Free  salvation  is  flowing 508 

Fret  not,  poor  heart,  though  sorrows 

sore 245 

Friend,  wouldst  thou  know  the  value 

of  a  soul? 835 

From  glory  unto  glory 312 

From  heights  of  bliss  to  depths  of 

woe 155 

"From  His  heart,"  so  reads  the  mar- 
gin   713 

From  ills  home  in  an  Eastern  Bung- 
alow   336 

From  our  sisters  comes  the  wail 2">9 

From  out  the  distant  centuries 231 

F'rom  Persia's  plain,  from  India's  sea  .301 

From  the  Arctic's  wintry  circle 2ti6 

From  the  depths.  O  God  of  mercy!.  530 
From  the  fields  white  unto  harvest.  274 

From  the  hallowed  hush 043 

From  the  North  and  the  South.   . . .   017 
From  tlie  isles  of  the  sea  Cometh  ti- 
dings of  Thee 366 

From  the  parched  bosom  of  the  des- 
ert   114 

From  these  quaint  old  roofs  and 

chimneys 421 

From  t  he  shore  of  the  mighty  Atlan- 
tic   47=5 

From  the  snowy  Alpine  mountain..  206 
From  the  world's  disturbed  concern.  2:^6 
Gathering  brands  from  the  burning.  010 
Give  as  the  morning  that  flows   out 

of  Heaven 435 

Give,  Lord,  Thy  gracious  listening 

car 400 

Give  me  a  heart  that  is  pure  575 

(iive  me  that  "heart  of  flesh." 107 

Glad  iis  the  morning,    swift   as   the 

liuht 381 

Glad  hells  ran;;  in  the  Easter  morn.  708 
(ila  1  chimed  the  (Christmas  bells. . .  5Sd 
Glad  millions  of  children  are  gath- 
ering   400 

Gladly  now  we  gather 311 

(Horious  ;  avioiir,  throned  above  ..   2S  ; 

Go  hear  the  joyful  tiillngs 20> 

Go  bring  the  (Jospel  of  His  Son ....  475 
God  be  merciful  unto  us  and  bless 

us 311 

Go.l  bless  ii'y  little  darling 60S 

'  io  I  bless  our  teni])erance  band ....  603 
G<.il  bless  ihee  on  thy  wedding  day.  740 
God  calling  yet,  shall  I  not  bear'?...  109 


God  calls  thee  every  one. 108 

God  helping  me,  I  promise 500 

God  helping  me.  I'll  yield  the  cup..  500 

God  help  me  evermore  to  keep 645 

God  is  in  His  holy  temple 28 

God  is  in  His  temjile  now 28 

God  is  in  the  din  of  battle     ,34 

God  is  not  far  above  us 52 

God  is  our  refuge,  when  a  gale ....  123 

God  is  with  me  every  day 699 

God  keep  us  all  from  envy 850 

God  lets  us  go  our  way  alone 2-39 

God  livethever! ISO 

God  loved  the  world  of  sinners  lost.  ISO 
God  made  the  world  so  beautiful. . .     89 

God  of  Heaven  !  God  of  earth  1 1.38 

God  of  love,  of  truth,  of  justice 485 

God  of  mercy,  bow  Thine  ear 459 

God  of  mercy,  throned  on  high 660 

God  of  my  life,  to  Thee  belong 31 

God  of  nations 316 

God  of  our  patriotic  sires 758 

God  pity  the  wretched  prisoners. . .  581 

God's  love  in  all  around  I  see 37 

God's  "Xow!"  is  sounding  in  your 

ears 507 

God  took  thee  in  His  mercy 172 

God  with  us !  O  glorious  name 262 

Go  feel  what  I  have  felt 505 

Go  forth  among  the  poor 473 

Go  forth,  go  forth  to  battle  455 

Go  forth.young  soldiers  of  the  Cross.  540 

Go  in  the  field  of  labor 453 

Golden  harps  are  sounding 261 

Golden  hours  so  swiftly  fleeing  ...  455 
Good  news  o'er  the  prairie  is  speed- 
ing its  way ,325 

Good  night.  litl[e  Nell 692 

Go  search  the  dusty  archives  of  the 

ages 101 

Go  search  through  nature 874 

Go  tell  the  wondrous  news  .abroad.  •   267 

Go  thou,  had  said  the  Master 441 

Go  to  thy  rest,  fair  child 162 

Grace  does  not  steel  the  faithful 

heart 218 

Grace  tosses  back  her  bonnie  hair. .  609 
Gracious  Saviour!  gentle  Shepherd.  02 
(Jracious  Saviour!  holy  Shepherd.  8;)-700 

Grant  ns  Thy  presence.  Lord 451 

Great  builder!  from   whose  perfect 

thought. 44 

Great  God !  to  Thee  my  evening  song  72 
Great  God!  Thy  penetrating  eye. . .     52 

Great  Jehovah  !  now  inspire  us 313 

(Jreat  waves  of  plenty  rolling  up. . .     54 

Guide  us  to-<lay,  O  loving  care! 456 

Hail  Columbia!  home  of  freedom..  6.")7 

Hail,  happy  day !  thou  day 35 

Hail.happy  shades!  though  clad  with  1.30 
Hail  I  thou  bright  and  sacred  morn.     38 
Hands  I've  clasped  along  life's  jour- 
ney    849 

ITang  up  the  vine  and  the  holly .586 

Happy  are  we,  God's  own  little  flock.  327 

Hark!  hark  the  battle-cry 646 

Hark!  hark  the  sweet,  sweet  chim- 
ing      77 

Hark!  the  funeral  bells 767 

Hark!  the  sound  of  myriad  voices. .  483 
Hark!  they  come,  hear  the  beating.  644 
Hasten,  ()  Lord  !  that  happy  time. .  206 
Hasten,  Lord  !  the  glorious  time. . ..  264 
Has  the  world  grown  old?. 585 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


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204 

504 

61)8 
84!) 
278 
73!) 

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220 
402 
125 
212 
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99 

657 
47!) 
(k>6 

722 

875 
744 

824 

164 

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Hast  thou  sought  of  God? 458 

Have  you  looked  for  sheep  in  the 

desert 405 

Have  you  not  a  word  for  Jesus?. . ..  2t)3 

Health  to  the  nations! 301 

Heart  of   music,  canst  thou   be 

troubled? 153 

Heart  of  mine,  why  art  thoudream- 

ing? P32 

Hearts  of  pride,  unbar  your  portal..  505 
Hear  ye  now  the  gladsome  tidin<;s. .  207 

He  came  into  this  world  of  sin 858 

He  comes  in   blood-stained   gar- 
ments  403-492 

"He  givelh  His  beloved  sleep.". ...   101 

He  had  borne  the  rod 3S4 

He  has  come.  He  has  come 535 

He  hath  promised,  ran  I  trust  Him?  4iiO 

He  is  gone!  the  tomb  forsaken! VM 

He  is  waiting  for  me 7S3 

He  knew  the  world  was  all  a  wild. .  7!*5 

He  lay  at  the  pool  of  Bethesda 1S4 

He  lays  on  me  my  cross 95 

He  loadelh  me  and  so  I  place 83 

He  lives!  the  great  Redeemer  lives..  189 

Help  for  the  perilled  millions  482 

Herald  the  tidings  to  every  soul....  273 
Here  comes  old  father  Christmas. . .  412 

Here  I  can  firmly  rest 204 

Here  in  Christian  love  we  meet 318 

Here  in  this  silent,  barren  place  I  lie.  5:)8 

Here  is  plenty  of  poverty 648 

Her  hair  is  a  lovely  brown,  that  turns  024 
Her  little  prayer  at  night  she  said. .  700 

Her  mission  to  make 

Here  treasures  we  gather 

He  sendeth  stui,  lie  sendeth  shower. 
He  was  a  bishop  and  he  loved  good 

wine 

He  wasu'  t  two  years  ol<l 

Hide  not  thy  secret  grief 

High  upon  the  cross  suspended  ... 

His  life  had  been 

Ho !  all  aboard  !  a  traveller 

Ho!  Christian  pilgrim!  hoi  and  tell. 

Ho !  every  one  that  thirsteth   

Hold  me  closer,  closer,  Jesus! 

Hold  my  hand,  ()  blessed  Saviour. . 

Hold  Thou  my  hand 

Holy  Lamb,  who  Thee  receive  

•'Home  at  last"  on  heavenly  moun- 
tains   

Home  Protection  is  the  watchword. 

Hourly  my  lii  tie  child  with 

How   beautiful  she  lies,  upon  her 

pure 

How  beautiful  is  morn  when  glad 

and  new 

How  beautiful  is  sleep  

How  blessed  is  the  precious  gift  of 

song 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he 

dies 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds. 
How  blest  these  olive  plants  that 

grow 739 

How  can  I  cease  to  pray  for  Thee?.  581 
How  doth  death  speak  of  our  be- 
loved?   391 

How  fair  upon  the  motmtains 77 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies 524 

How  long!  how  long  shall  mothers' 

hearts 573 

How  long,  O  Lord!  how  long 248 


How  many  glorious  victories 

How  many  in  oiu'  favored  land 

How  many   pounds  does  the  baby 
weigh? 

How  tneau  the  little  griefs  appear. . 

How  mueh  we  pray  for 

How  oft,  alas  I  this  wretched  heart.. 

How  oft  I  see  it  in  my  dreams 

IIow  otu'  batlle-word  ins])ir(>s 

How  shall  1  bear  my  pain 

IIow  sweet  are   those   delightful 
dreams 

How  sweet  the  glorious  thought.. .. 

How  sweet  the  meltitig  lay 

How  sweet  to  he  allowed  to  pray. . . 

IIow  sure  it  is  that  if  we  say 

IIow  swift  the  noiseless  years  go  by. 

Human  lives  are  s'lent,  teaching... 

"Hurrah  for  the  Foorth  av  July!"'.. 

Hush  me.  Lord  .lesus ! 

Hush  !  softly  tread,  and  let  no  word. 

Hush  !  the  baby  stands  alone 

Hurled  from  the  centre  of  infinite 
cause.   . .    

I  am  a  very  little  thing 

I  am  bound  to  the  house  of  my  Fa- 
ther  

I  am  but  a  little  lamb 

I  am  far  frae  my  hame,  an'  I'm  wea- 
ry after  whiles 

I  am  held  like  a  captive  knight. .... 

I  am  lookiiiir  for  the  kingdom 

I  am  not  skillecl  to  understand 

I  am  only  a  little  dewdrop. .    

I  am  so  weak,  dear  Lord,  I  cannot 
stand 

I  am  so  weary  of  conflict  and  sin. . . 

I  am  still  without  the  fold 

I  am  the  Lord's  and  He  is  mine. . . . 

I  am  the  rose  of  Sharon 

I  amTliine,  ()  Lord  ! 

I  am  trusting  Thee,  Lord  Jesus!. .. 

I  am  waiting  for  the  Master 

I  am  waiting  for  Thy  coming 

I  am  weary  of  this  turmoil 

I  ask  not  for  the  streams  

I  askeil  a  draught   

I  asked  a  glad  and  happy  child 

I  asked  at  Thy  dear  hands 

I  I  asked  my  sweet  baby 

I  asked  the  sun 

1  asked  the  an^el,  in  my  prayer 

I  bide    my  time  whenever  sliadows 
darken   

I  bring  my  sins  to  Thee 

I  bring  my  sins  to  Thee 

I  can  always  trust  in  Jesus 

I  cannot  say,  beneath  the  pressure. 

I  cannot  prove  it,  but  pray  tell  me. 

I  cannot  think  but  God  must  know. 

I  can  scarcely  hear,  she  murmured. 

I  come  to  Thee,  ()  God 

I  come  not  here  to  talk 

I  could  not  do  withotit  Thee 

Idly  I  mused  beside  the  nioimtain.. 

I  do  not  and  I  will  not  believe.    . . 

I  do  not  ask,  dear  Lord 

I  do  not  ask.  O  I^ord         

If  by  wish  I  could  withdraw 

I  fell  asleep  while  learninsr  my 

If  ever  I  have  had  the  wish  to  lighten 

If  (Jod  sees  best.  I  ask  it  not.    

If  I  had  all  the  tlowers  that  bloom. 

I  If  I  had  known 


571 
400 

679 
18(i 

524 
133  1 

4S1 
717 

171 

445 

32 

93 

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727 
615 
()54 
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570 
682 

417 
332 

145 
417 

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598 
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295 
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435 
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789 


If  I  may  not,  like  the  skylark 8.53 

If  it  he  Thou,  my  Lord  ! 202 

If  I  were  told  that  I  must  die 2.30 

If  life  in  sorrow  must  be  spent 22*.* 

If  one  talent  (Jod  hath  given  me.. .  493 

If  Some  kind  power...' 678 

I  foiuid  a  place  where  violets  grow..  812 

Is  it  for  nM>,  dear  Saviour? .551 

If  the  Lord  were  to  send (lOfl 

If  the  night  be  dark  and  drear 4<ll 

If  Thou  wilt,  my  loving  .Saviour...  .530 

If  through  the  l<')ne  desert 20.3 

If  we  could  always  keep 708 

If  we  knew  the  woe  and  heartache.  710 
If  we  knew,  when  walking  thought- 
less    lOJ 

If  we  sit  down  at  set  of  sun 814 

If  when  the  clondlfss  skies  87 

If  you  cannot  on  the  ocean .390 

If  you  have  gentle  words 821 

I  pave  my  life  for  thee  505 

I  ga/e  at  morn  where  rosy  liglit. . . .   107 

I  go  simring  all  the  way 227 

I  had  a  lieaui  if ul  garment 442 

I  had  learned  my  gei>graphy  lesson.  3^11 

I  have  come  to  you,  motiifr (>42 

I  have  done,  at  length,  with  dream- 
ing..    6C.3 

I  have  found,  for  world-worn  spirits.  207 

I  have  frieiuls  across  the  river 146 

I  have  entered  the  valley 124 

I  have  heaid  of  a  land 158 

I  have  no  frankincense,  no  myrrh..   1$)2 

I  have  no  wish  to  drink 6.53 

I  have  planned  much  work  736 

I,  happy  little  summer  cloud 3;}2 

I  have  two  sunny  rings  of  hair 718 

I  heard  a  little   bird 7li6 

I  heard  a  mother  singing 6!t4 

I  heard  a  voice  long  years  ago 784 

I  heard  far  up  some  Heavenly  height  1.39 

I  heard  the  voice  of  an  angel 710 

I  hear  earth's  master-songs 854 

I  hear  of  a  river  of  wonderful  sheen.  160 
I  hear  thee  speak  of  the  better  land.     90 

[  hear  the  Saviour  say 5.37 

I  hohl  him  great,  who  for  love's  sake.  845 
I  hold  it  the  duty  of  one  who  is  gifted  838 
I  hold  Thy  truth,   O  Lord,  within 

my  heart 490 

I,  I  have  redeemed  thee  ...      274 

I  imaged  a  land  where  flowers  are 

growing 171 

I  knew  Thou  wert  coming 198 

I  know  1  love  Thee  better.  Lord. . ..  288 

I  know  no  loneliness  of  heart 810 

I  know  not  the  hour  of  Mis  coming.  192 
I  know  not  what  will  befall  me!...  203 
I  know  that  Heav'n  lies  just  beyond.  140 
I  lay  my  tasks  down  one  by  one....  720 
I  h'an  against  the  shaking  fence.. ..  727 
I  leave  niv  life  with  Thee,  my  Lord.  294 

I  left  it  all  with  Jesus 202 

"I'll  he  a  singer.'  soshesaid.one  day  831 
I  looked  on  thesnrfaceof  life'scle.ir.  8fti 

I  love,  I  love  my  Master 289 

I  love  it,   I   love   it  and  who  shall 

dare 726 

I  love  my  (Jod,  but  with  no 228 

I  love  to  hear  the  story 87 

I  love  to  kneel  in  prayer 400 

I  love  to  ste.al  awhile  away 124 

I  love  to  ti-li  the  slorv. .398 

I  love  to  think  that  God  appoints.  ■  468 


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INDEX  OF  FIltfiT  LINES. 


I'm  a  little  pllprlm 325 

I'm  n  ]iil;:riiii,  I'm  a  straiiKer 1-lU 

I'm  bouiitl  lo  the  lioii.se  or  my  Fa- 

th.-r!  14.-' 

I  may  lu-ar  Ills  voirt-  at  morning.. .  '2^>l 

Imiiianucll  GoiJ  wiilius 78 

I  iiuHirii  my  vaiiislii'd  yt-nrs 844 

"I'm  so  liii,'.  mamiria,"  ami  the  little  (»s4 
I'm  sianilliiJiby  \oiir  pravf,  motluT.  "-It 
I'm  tliii)kln;i  lo-iii^'lil  of  llie  home..  5.")1» 

I'm  wi-arin'  awa',  .Ji'aii ""•"< 

I'uj  walkin;;  in  the  shallow 244 

In  a  t'loomv  uanlrn  lonely ItO 

Jn  a  lionif  i>f  clestiliillon rtl2 

III  niitain'njjiiMt  museum 71:i 

Jn  tlrcains  1  s-'O  my  I'oy  again 714 

I  nei'il  'rin'(>  every  hour 404 

In  every  lineof  lireaUliisjheauty  seen  110 

In  every  loyal  Stalo  to-ilay 774 

In  fair  Japan,  a  thoiisaud  flowers.  .328 
In  golth-n  youth,  when  seums  the 

earth W3 

In  hallowed  lints  ami  ontlincs 370 

In  hai>i>ier  da\s  of  old,  when 877 

In  heavenly  love  ahLlint; 220-4!i:S 

In  h''r  pretty  willow  eradle. . .    ...     (ilt.") 

In  Ills  cominp,  what  my  part 2.")3 

In  Mis  tender  love  and  pity 041 

In  .lenisalem,  ."^t.  iSlmeon 377 

In  lands  full  of  darkness 327 

In  mornim;  hours 801 

In  my  heart  there  livelh 730 

In  one  of  the  homes  on  a  little.   . . .   Ctiii 

"In  quietness,  in  conn<lence" 207 

Inside  a  window  hy  a  public 848 

In  sishl  of  jM)rt  the  ship 4.').'> 

In  smothered  tones,  they  said 713 

In  some  way  or  other  the  Lord  will 

provide 208 

In  that  fair  room  her  workshop (V.'2 

In  that  far  coimtry  of  the  East 023 

In  the  hroad  li'jht  fif  day ■)'.I2 

In  the  days  that  arc  past 001) 

In  the  depths  of  the  ni^hl 322 

In  the  dim  dawning,  sow  thy  seed. .  &79 

In  Thee,  O  Lord,  do  I  put  my  trust.  200 
In  the  eveiiinp  of  life,  Iwr  simset. .  .  Oo'.l 

In  the  hiihways  or  the  hedges 408 

In  the  lotij;  run  fame  fiiuls 578 

In  the  morning  early S'.t 

In  the  morning  sow  thy  seed 40O 

In  the  morn  of  the  holy  Sabbath. . .     02 

In  the  nurs<''s  arms  one  niijht Osij 

In  the  geerel  of  Ills  presence 303 

In  the  silent  midnight  watches 008 

In  the  sweet  fear  of  .lesus 90 

In  the  tenl  of  the  Lord 804 

In  the  time  which  will  come 73'.t 

In  the  warm   parlor,   so  cosy  and 

hriuhl 700 

In  the  way  that  He  shall  choose. . . .  4(U1 

In  the  wondrous  times  of  old 200 

In  the  world,  «><'hristian 407 

In  this  land  <>f  bo-i-sted  freedom 4M 

Into  the  Klo'xn  of  the  deep,   dark 

night 823 

Into  pastures  green  Oh  !  lead  me. . .  82 
In  vision  the  battle   appears   to  my 

miuil   48.') 

I  once  was  ireadint:,  wearily,  alone.  1>2  j 
I  passed  one  golden  summer-day.  . .  447 
1  |ilaeed  my  haticl  in  the  hand  of  Uod.  201 
1  ponder  oft  the  wondrous 302  , 


I  prayed  to  have  this  love  of  Christ.  232 
I  pray  not  now,  as  I  have  done....  405 

I  sat  ill  the  school  of  sorrow 381' 

I  saw  the  gardener  bring  and  strew.  87!* 
1  saw  the  youiii;  bride  in  her  beauty.  722 

I  shall  follow  the  footkleps VM 

la  it  all  a  dream,  of  a  w  ider  life.  . . .  210 
Is  it  far,   do  you  think,  to  the  bav- 

iour?  610 

Is  It  for  me,  flearSaviour? 5.")I 

Is  it  to  pass  with  depreciating 750 

I   shall   follow  the  footsteps  that 

guide 150 

I  sometimes  feel  the  thread  of  life  is.  619 
I  sometimes  wonder,  that  if  death..  674 
Is  rum  lo  1)0  King  of  the  Nation?. .  488 

1  stand  alone,  the  licrce  rocks 83.5 

I  stand  at  His  gate  to-<l.ay 443 

I  stand  on  the  threshold ti27 

Is  there  one  «  hois  weary  and  lonely 

and  sad'.'   107 

Is  there  no  ho|)eof  saving 270 

Is  this  a  land  of  liberty? 4!»0 

Is  thy  cruse  of  comfort  failing. ...  43(j 
I  stood  beside  Love's  brimming  sea.  717 

1  stood  outside  tiie  gate 182 

I  strayed  last  eve  across  the  lonely.  803 
[  stretch  my  hands  as  blind  men  do.  104 
I  take  your  gifts,  glad  yesterday. . ..  83!) 
It  chanced  ui)oii  a  certain  time. . . .  014 

it  chances  once  to  every  soul 7!1G 

I  thank  Thee,  Cod.  for  all  I've ?34 

I  thank  Thee  that  I  am  Thy  child..  300 
I  think  (iod  throws  the  lights  and..  709 
I  think  we  are  too  ready  with  com- 
plaint  833 

I  think  when  I  read  that 91 

I  thought  that  praitling  girls 708 

It  is  more  beautiful  than  you  can 

know 824 

It  is  nothing  to  me,  the  beauty 

said 5ti3-651 

It  is  not  mine  to  run  with  eager  feet.  370 
It  is  the  day  of  days  in  all  the  year.  728 
It  is  through  a  flower-strewn  way..     30 

It  looks  a  goodly  ship G04 

It  lies  around  ns  like  a  cloud 150 

It  may  be  He'll  come  in  the  morning  2.')3 

It  may  be  in  the  evening 2."J5 

It  may  not  harm 6()9 

It  passeth  knowledge 101 

I  trust  in  Thee,  I  trust  in  Thee!. . ..  527 

I  t  rust  Thee,  ()  Father 403 

It's  coinini:,  coming  nearer 150 

It  shall  be~ light!  IGO 

It's  too  late  for  me 581 

It  was  many  and  many  long  years 

ago 840 

It  was  only  a  glass  of  cider O-oS 

It  was  the  hour  of  fleepest  gloom. ..  620 
It  was  wrought  in  silken  letters. . . .  729 
I  used  to  come  with  a  burden  of  care.  232 

I've  a  joy  in  my  heart 5.50 

I've  found  a  joy  in  sorrow 240 

I've  imaged  a  laud  where  flowers. . .   171 

I've  no  abiding-place 807 

I've   been   to  the  mission-school, 

mother 3.34  I 

I've  reail  its  latest  number  through.  642 
I've  watched  fair  morning-glory  t 

buds 149 

I  walk  along  the  crowded  streets. . .   10."> 

I  want  to  be  an  angel 700  | 

1  want  lo  work  for  Thee,  my  Lord.  294  | 


I  was  a  corn  of  wheat 187 

I  was  a  gleaner  once 444 

I  was  lost,  a  little  lamb 608 

1  was  sitting  alone  in  the 736 

I  watched  the  builders  day  by  day. .  444 

I  weep,  but  not  rebellious  tears 238 

I   will   not  doubt,    though  all  my 

I  ships  at  sea 205 

I  will  not  leave  vou  comfortless  ...  633 

I  will  not  let  Thee  go! 208 

I  will  lejoice  with  gladness  deep...  815 

I  will  sing  for  Jesus 223 

I  will  sing  you  a  song 143 

I  will  work  with  all  my  might 616 

I  wished  myself  among  them 141 

I  wist  not  what  to  wisli.  yet  sure. . .     51 

I  wondered,  counting  the  years 873 

I  Would  be  human,  toiling  like  the 

rest 823 

I  would  draw  nigh,  but  tell  35 

I  would  never  kneel  at  a  gilded....  847 

[  would  not  be  a  stranger 293 

I  would  not  die  early 328 

Jerusalem,  my  heart's  beloved  ...   153 
Jerusalem  the   Golden,   I   languish 

for  one &-)2-144 

Jesus,  blessed  S.aviour,  help  us 324 

Jesus,  bruised  and  wounded 96 

Jesus,  by  the  well-side  sitting 510 

Jesus  Christ,  regard  my  anguish. . .  130 
Jesus,  dear  Saviour,  come  dwell  in  • 

my  breast 648 

Jesus,  I  glory  in  the  truth 231 

Jesus,  I  know  Thy  love 295 

Jesus,  in  Thy  transporting  name  ..  225 

Jesus  is  our  Shepherd  dear 417 

Jesus  is  the  Gardener 694 

Jesus,  I  will  trust  Thee 527 

Jesus!  Jesus!  Jesus!  calm  my 395 

Jesus,  keep  me  near  the  Ooss 304 

Jesus  lives!    Xo  longer  now 198 

Jesus,  Lord !  I  ask  but  this 470 

Jesus,  Lord  of  life  and  light 259 

Jesus  loves  me,  this  I  know 91 

Jesus,  Master!  whom  I  serve 294 

Jesus,  my  Redeemer,  lives 192 

Jesus,  my  Saviour!  I  know  Thou..  549 

Jesus,  my  sorrow  lies  loo  deep 244 

Jesus,  on  whom  my  soul  relies  ....  122 

Jesus.  Saviour,  at  Thy  bidding 84 

Jesus,  .Saviour,  bless'd  Kedeeraer. .  202 
Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  my  pleadings  .  242 

Jesus,  Saviour,  pass  not  by 128 

Jesus,  Son  of  Eighteoiisness 35 

Jesus,  source  of  light  Divine 114 

Jesus,  ti'iider  Shepherd,  hear  me  . .  700 
Jesus,  the  friend  of  linuian-kind. . .  190 

Jesus,  the  ladder  of  my  faith 296 

Jesus,  thou  divine  compassion..    ..   128 

Jesus,  Thy  last  command    823 

Jesus,  when  my  barque  is  sailing  .  .  540 
Join  hands!     The  mists  are  lifting.  488 

Joyfully  ling  out  the  tidings 99 

.Joyfully,  with  glad  liosannas 470 

Joy!  Joy!  Joy!  there  is  joy 222 

Judge  not;  the  workings  of  his  brain  831 

Juni))  into  my  arms,  my 683 

Just  as  I  am,  Thine  own  to  be 055 

Just  as  I  am.  without  one  plea V.iS 

Just  as  it  Comes  from  out  Thy  hand  248 

Just  as  the  silvery  dawning 621 

Just  to  let  mv  Father  do   what  He 

will      ." • 299 

Just  where  Delft-Haven's  sons 43 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


ZXXlll 


Kind  words  can  never  die 

Kiu'eiin;,',  wliite-robed,  sleepy  eyes. 
Knocking;,  l<iiocking,  wlio  is  tliere? 

Knowest  thou  the  Leader  of 

Laborers  of  Clirist,  arise! 

Lady  Sheplierd  by  Uie  sea 

Lamb  of  God  witli  bleeding  feet  . . . 

Land  of  oriental  splendor 

Last  niirlit  in  vivid  dreams  I  saw. .  . 
Lay  Easter  lilies  on  the  breast  of  all 

thy  dead 

Lay  her  down  gently 

Launch  thy  barque,  njarincr!  Chris- 
tian       

Lead  Thou  my  heart  aright 

Lead  us,  ()  Saviour  dear! 

Lean  on  my  breast,  beloved 

Led  by  a  star  they  came 

Lend  me  a  harp,  celestial  choir.... 

Let  Annie  buy  one  ribbon  less   

Let  faith  in  Christ  my  heart  inspire 
Let  Heaven  higlii'St  praises  bring. . 
Let  her  not  lift  a  feeble  voice  and  cry 

Let  joy-bells  be  ringing! 

Let  me  be  with  Thee 

Let  nie  go,  for  day  is  dawning 

Let  me  go,  the  day  is  breaking 

Let  me  in  the  valley  keep 

Let  nie  lean  hard  upon  the  Eternal 

breast  

Let  nothing  disturb  thee,  nothing 

affright 

Let  the  fragments  and  ends  of  the 

earth 

Let  tlie  New  Year  brin?  what  it  will 
Let  thy  gold  be  cast  iti  the  furnace. 

Let  us  gather  up  the  suiil)eains 

Let  us  look  through  sacred  story. .. 

Let  us  rally  roiuid  the  banner 

Life,  believe,  is  not  a  dream 

Life  gives  us  armor  for  the  

Life  hath  its  barren  years 

Life  lias  many  a  pleasant  hour 

Life  seenieth  to  me  like  a  beautiful 

poem 

Life's  Orient  morn  hath  passed  away 
Life. thou  strangemy.'iterious dream! 
lifting  siiftly  white  tent  curUiins. . 
Lift,  lift  thine  eye,  poor  mourner. . 

Lift,  lift  ye  clouds  of  gloom 

Lift  me  higher,  blessed  Saviour. . . . 

Lift  the  banner  of  the  cross 

Lift  up,  lift  up  thy  voice 

Lift  up  on  the  mountains . 

Li'.;tit  for  the  Gentiles!  Light 

Lisibt  of  the  world,  across  our  paths 

Light!  light!  the  heart-cry 

Lisht  on  the  distant  hills 

Light  up  the  hall,   and  spread  the 

board 

Like  a  blind  spinner  in  the  sun 

Like  to  an  upturned  field 

Like  a  child  that  is  lost 

Like  as  the  armed  knighte 

I/ike  a  cradle  rocking,  rocking 

Like  Dives  in  the  deeps  of  hell 

Like  Israel  of  old 

Like  Luther's  bird,  I  sit  and  sing. . 
Like  some  stupendous  elm  tree  .... 

Like  to  tliose  stars  that  vanish 

Lin;iering  on  the  horizon   

Listen,  all  ye  Christian  people 

Listen,  listen,  English  sisters  

Listen,  O  listen,  our  Father  all  lioly 


457 
702 
107 
349 
40:5 
85 
5i2 
870 
834 

196 

592 

571 
547 
281 
247 
423 
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320 
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314 
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340 
572 

573 
809 
802 
520 
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Listen  to  the  eclioes  stealing 

Little  feet  can  swiftly  go 

Little  hands  on  the  window  rest 

Little  household  angel 

Lo!  a  mighty  host  is  rising  , 

Lo!  I  am  with  you  when  tlie  world. 
Lonely  pilgrim,  art  thou  weary  .... 

liong  is  the  night  and  we  ride 

Long  I  sat  in  tlie  gloaming  sighinff. 
Long  time  in  sloth,  long  time  in  sin 
Lood  at  me  with  thy  large  brown 

eyes 

Look  at  this  little  heap  of  coin 

Look  not  on  the  wine 

Look  to  the  cross,  look  to  the  cross. 

Lord,  at  Thy  mercy-seat 

Lord  God  of  Israel,  hear  our  prayer 
Lord,  help  me  watch  with  constant 

care 

Lord,  how  mysterious  are  Thy  ways 
Lord,  I  believe  Thy  gracious  word. 
Lord,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing. 
Lord  Jesus,  at  whose  glorious  feet. 
Lord,  may  the  spirit  of  this  feast. .. 
Lord  of  harvests,  Heavenly  King  . . 
Lord,  speak  to  nie  that  I  may  sjieak 
Lord,  Thou  hast  been  our  dwelling 

place 

Lord,  to  Thee  my  heart  ascending 

Lord,  upon  mine  offering  look 

Lord,  we  come  with  this  one  plea. . 
Lord,  we  hear  the  Heavenly  call . . . 
Lord,  we  would  draw  near  to  Tliee. 
Lord,  what  offering  shall  we  bring. 
Lord,  when  my  raptured   thought 

surveys 

Lord,  when  we  pray,    "Thy  King- 
dom come."   

Lol  round   the  throne  a   glorious 

band  . 

Lost  your  treasures,  little  maiden. . 

Lo!  the  mists  are  fleeing 

Lol  the  Saviour  passeth  by 

Lo!  these  latter  days  of  glory 

Love  divine!  we  see  and  wonder. . . 

Love,  love  divine,  I  sing    

Love's  blessed  evangel  sang  angels 

to  men 

Love,  that  blest  the  bread  an<l  wine 
Lo!  what  a  cloud  of  witnesses  are 

ever 

Low  in  the  darkness,   bleeding  and 

crushed 

Lowly  and  solemn  be 

"Madam,  we  miss  the  train  at  B-.'' 

Make  Thine  abode  with  me 

Make  thy  life  better  than  thy  work 

Mamma  can  go  down  stairs 

Margery  cowered  and  crouched  in. . 

M;ister,  the  tempest  Is  raging 

Master,  where  abidest  Thou? 

May  peace  be  on  the  waters 

May  we  always  trust  in  Jesus 

Meet  thee?  yes,  I'll  meet  thee 

Memorial  offerintcs  in  my  hand 

Merry, merry  Christmas  everywhere! 
Methinks  I  can  my  Saviour  see  .... 

Methoiurht  on  Corinth's  ci'adel 

Misihty  in  faith  and  hope 

Mine  eves  have  seentlieglory  of  the 

comintr 758 

Mine  eye  upon  Thy  faitlifnlness  ...  22S 

Mine,  these  sweet  fresh  pinks .'iVW 

Mingling  all  day  with  the  busy  throng  8-0 


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More  brave  than  they  who 477 

More  faith,  dear  Lord,  more  faith..  623 
More  like  .lesus  would  I  be ](kj 


737 

101 
359 
761 
203 


More  love  to  Thee,  O  Christ 
Morning  by  morning  to  his  gates.  .. 
Mother!  oiil  what  living  fragrance. 
Mount,    my   soul,   from   earth  and 

time 

Mount  Olivet  was  crowned   with.  . . 
Mourn  for  the  Chief  of  the  Nation  . 

My  Bible,  precious  treasure 

My  body,  soul  and  spirit 470 

My  daily  round  I  tread 2'.»0 

My  days  are  stairs  that  lead 215 

My  Father,  if  these  lips  defiled 613 

My  early  home  was  beautiful 599 

My  Father  is  rich  in  houses  and 

lands 271 

My  feet  had  sought  the  chapel  door  7'.i8 
My  friend  one  morning,  knocking  .  8<li) 

My  flesh  is  weary,  but  the  way ■'»4.'{ 

My  gcntlemother,  thro'  life's  storms  3.S4 

My  God,  is  any  hour  so  sweet 125 

My  God,  my  Father,  blissful  name.  ].;2 
.My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray..  110 
My  God.  Thy  boundless  love  I  praise  400 

My  heart  is  resting,  O  my  God 2i'5 

My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt 132 

My  journey  is  onward  through  dark  545 

My  little  maiden  of  four as:] 

My  little  one-life  power 67 

My  Saviour  feels  for  me 547 

My  Saviour,  give  me  words  for  Thee  1!K) 

My  Saviour,  if  to  Thee 534 

My  son,  thou  wilt  dream 734 

.My  Soul  complete  in  Jesus  stands. .  83 
My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord. . . .  671 
My  soul  keeps  silence  unto  Thee...  210 
My  soul  would  tell  of  the  Saviour. .  337 
My  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done  . .  224 
My  thoughts  go  home   to  that  old 

brown  iiouse 876 

Jfy  woiulering  eyes  see  a  city  rise. .  884 
Muse  on  thy  Lord's  sharp  pains. . ..  192 

Nature  has  wept,  to-day 819 

Nay,  he  said,  it  is  not  done 8;>{ 

Nay,  not  my  right  hand  ! 812 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  1'hee 304 

Nearer  to  the  shores  of  promise 140 

'Neath  a  lone  widow's  porch 404 

'Neath  a  rose-hued  wealth  of  eglan- 
tines     172 

Never  be  afraid,  O  patient  workers.  040 

Never  farther  than  t  he  cross 390 

Night  on  the  angry  billows 814 

Night's  canopy  over  Jiidea. 79 

Night  sinks  on  the  wave 72 

Night  wraps  the  realm  where  Jesus  322 
No,  ah  I  no,  thou  art  not  dreaming.  043 

Noblest  of  women  kind 622 

No  book  is  like  the  Bible 205 

No  interest  in  the  mission  cause 329 

No  home  abides  nie  here 744 

No  mortal  lover  is  like  mine 213 

None  but  Christ,  His  merit 121 

No  one   when   a   lamp   luis   been 

liahte.l 22.3 

No  pearly  gate  on  hinge  of  gold ....  512 
No  sacred  altar  there,  no  mystic  rite  100 

No  seed  is  lost  thouuh 414 

No  sound,   no  soiuid!  no  loudly 

chiming 879 

•'Not  as  I   will,"  the  sound  grows 

sweet 466 


XXIIV 


IliDKX  OF  FIliST  LINES. 


Not  as  the  litllo  ^vanderlng  child . . .  24:1 

Not  al  ihi^  lialllo  front "sT 

Not  iliilv's  iiieasuiiil  lillie  alone —  275 
Not  far  away  docs  that  bright  city 

slaTi.l 14!) 

Not  far!  ami  yi'l  liow  many  limes.  'j1 

Not  for  its  \v;\ll9  of  jasjHT MO 

Not  for  m>si>lf,  my  (lod,  I  ask '-VS-i 

Not  for  some  fill  urn  yi-ars ^"J 

Not  h<'r<«,  ami  yt't  not  lost o'.'l  , -  ,     ,    •  i  ,  i  :ii„  i-.i 

^  --  4(iii    O  five  mo  a  iiarp  on  the  bright  hills  l.j-5 


201 

...    142 

lere.  ami  yetiioi  lost o'.H  ■  Oft  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe 4()0-4(ii-. 

Not  hid,  dear  Lord,  I  fain. . . 


O  Father,  though  the  anxious  fear. 
()  Father,  leach  me  how  to  pray. . . 

O  fear  nut  thou  to  die!     

O  for  a  sweet  inspiring  ray 

O  lor  that  failh   whose  voiee  can 

still 

O  for  th(!  peace  which  floweth 

()  food  for  man  prepared! 

()  for  the  robes  of  whiteness. 


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172 

3.i 


One  gloomy  day  I  passed  with  listless  814 
On  either  side  washed  by  a  flood.    .   308 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus 268 

One  of  the  sweet  old  chapters 63 

One  shines  from  out  the  sacred  page  148 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 154 

One  there  is  above  all  others 120 

One,  two.  three,  four. five,  six, seven.  326 


Not  hill,  (tear  ijoni,  1  i.ini -,,,,,    v,  j...  v  ...,.....-.,•.-  --  „ 

\oi liini;  but  l.Mves,  the  spirit  f:rieve9  491    ().  glorious  in  bean  y   ..........  •   •  i^* 

No        ^  is  our  own:    we   liold  our  O  V.A\  in  dark  and  troublous  times    f 

pleasures I(i3   ()  (iod    into  Thy  temple  come 41 

Nothitls  to  pav.  ah!  nothiiiR  to  pay.  50(5 1  O  do,  !  may  1  look  up  to  Ihee..    ..  13., 
Not  in  tlie  buddin-  sprinfilime 7114    O  Oo<l  of  b  rael    who  hast  le.l 


.^Ol  VOUr  own,       uuliii3j>    ."^ ■  -  ■  r~ v       ■  .  il  (Kl-) 

iovf  (ia,\  bo  praised  that  in  His  will  077  O  grand  while  angel !. b  - 

ioxv  (Jod  be  with  us  for  the  night  is  <)!  grown  a  dim  and  fairy  shade  .. .  710 

■     ,..  _  (\<\  f»  li:iil..vv..r    hour,  divmelv  sweet!.  .  401  1 


Not  material  jewels  rare 21'< 

Not  now,  niv  chilil.  a  little  more...    141 
Not  only  harbors  lilled  with  ships..  574 

"Not  seen!"  the  veil  of  llesh 201 

Not  with  a  firm  and  measured  step.  58.1 
•Not  vourowu."  but  His  ye  are  ...    114 
N        ■ 

Now 

closing "9 

Now  hark,  ye  friends,  to  my  story  .  5im 

Now  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep 721 

Now  lei  my  soul,  eternal  King 31 

Now  suuinier  linds  her i^l 

Now  thank  we  all  our  God 272 

Now  the  sowini;  and  the  weeping. .  :i4l 
O  aching  heart!  O  restless  brain!. ..  24:} 

< ).  ask  me  not  to  sip  the  wine (5")5 

O  bark  of  mine   5''2 

O  beautiful  hour  of  closinii  day 541 


O  beautiful  land,  whose  azure  skies  :!67 


07 


55 
5.-4 
(i('.3 
129 
K21 


()  beautiful  new  life! 

O  be  joyful  ill  the  Lord 

O  blessed  feel  of  Jesus! 

O blessed  home!  thy  fragrance  sweet 
O  l)lessed  Master!  "come  and  dine." 
O  blessed  martyr,  dying  for  the  Lord 

()  boys,  the  New  Year's  coming 

O.  l)ring  ine  near  to  Thee   ...    

O.  ehan:,'.'S  will  follow  the  yeai-s.  ... 
O  Christian,  awake,  for  the  strife  is 

at  hand 

O  Christian,  be  sober  and  vigilant 

too 

O   Christmas  bells  I  O   Christmas 

bells! 

O  Christ!  what  burdens  bowed  Thy 

head •• 

O  Christ!  my  Master  and  my  King.    17S 
O,  collie  and   sign    the    pledge   to- 


One  week  of  joy  in  Ueaven 785 

One  year  ago  a  ringing  voice 721 

( )nly  a  bit  of  lace 801 

Only  a  little  penny 333 

Only  a  little  while 157 

Only  a  cup  of  water 617 

Only  a  niortal's  powers  285 

40   Only  just  to  rest  upon  His  bosom. .  2:J0 
42   Only  one  crossing:  Glory  to  God     .   1.58 

213    O,  now  I  see  the  crimson  wave 519 

2-W   Only  waiting  for  the  Saviour 176 

>   O  November,  weird  November!  .. ..  807 
118   On  primal  rocks  she  wrote  her  name  755 

Only  wailing,  till  the  Saviour 139 

On  the  altar  of  love 5.33 

On  the  city's  highest  ramparts 84 

O  hallowed  hour,  divinely  sweet!. .  401 1  On  sad  Gethsemane    thick  shadows 

O  hallowed  sign!  the  holy,  the  avail-  hung.......... 1-1 

i„„        =^  492   On  the  dark  threshold 42 

O  haste  TbeVlav.'the  happy  day!  450-iSO  1  On  the  plains  for  bloodless  battle  . .  484 
O,  hear  them  singing,  mother!. 
O  holy  Saviour!  Friend  unseen! 


()  (;od,  our  Father  and  our  friend. 
O  (iod,  though  sorrow  be  my  fate 

O  (Jod,  Tliy  face  1  cannot  see 

O  God,  to-day  we  may  forget. . .  . 
O  God,  to  Thee  we  raise  our  eyes. 
O  gracious  Lord,  how  can  I  doubt?.  2^1 


O,  how  wearily  the  days! 

O,  it  is  sweet  to  go  away  alone 

O,  it  was  wonderful,  that  He 

O  Jesus,  for  a  touch  divine 

O  joyous  feast-day  of  Uie  .soul 

( )  land  of  the  blessed 

O  hand  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh 

00  '  O  Lord,  behold  us  at  Thy  feet 

94   Old,  ever  new  sweet  story 

Old  sorrows  that  sat  at  the  heart's 

sealed  gate 

O,  life  is  strange  and  ful  of  change  103 
O  life,  that  beats  beneath  mine  own  072 
O,  look  not  on  the  pleasant  glass. . .  648 

O  Lord,  behold  us  at  Thy  feet 473 

O  Lord,  how  bounteous  Thy  grace.  277 
O  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  conient 
O  Lord,  there   sit  apart   in   lonely 


539 

225 

81 

182 


6(i0    On  the  plains  of  fair  Judea 422 

205  I  Onward  !  Christian  soldiers 214 

4:10    Onward,  onward!  men  of  Heaven. .  381 
801    O  pastor!  friend!  to  whom  we  bring    45 

8S3    Open  the  East  gate  now 613 

Open  the  gales  of  the  Temple  ...    .  329 
Open  your  gates,  O  East  and  West!  607 

O  pilgrim,  worn  and  weary 612 

O  pledge  me  not  in  wine ...   594 

Oppressed  with  sin  and  woe 5.53 

O  radiance  mine,  when  day  is  o'er.  873 

Orchards  bloomed  gaily    853 

Ordered — oh  !  just  what  I  am  want- 
ing   554 

O  remember,  my  friend,  though. . 
O  Hock  Divine,  in  rest  complete. ., 
O  Rosamond,  thou  fair  and  good!. 
O  rosy  cloud  Ibatfloat'st  away!... 

O  Science,  reaching  backward  ! 

O  Saviour!  ascended  on  high 

O  seed  lime,  promised  still  of  God 


2S7 
100 
1.59 
400 
473 
75 

5:^:i 


229 


pl;ict*s   587    „-.---        ,4 

O  Lord,  Thy  Heavenly  grace  impart  408  \  O,  send  the  Bible  out  to  all 


O  Lord,  Thy  work  revive Ill 

O  Lord,  when  Thou  with  earth-born 

feet 1^7 

O  Lord,  while  we  confess  the  worth    85 
O  lose  not  courage,  weary  heart 390 


O  shall  I  wear  a  starless  crown?. . . 
O,  sing,  ye  morning  stars,  rejoice! 


577 
409 
784 
789 
839 
194 
447 
337 
411 
755 


O,  sometimes  the  shadows  are  deep  549 


iii"ht  ...."! ■i'^'^   <■)  Master  and  Maker,  my  liope  is  in 

O   come,  let  us  sin?  unto  the  Lord.  470  I  Thee   

0  come  to  Christ!  a  single  glance..  110  O  mother!  love  the  mercy-seat. .. .. 
(/comrades,  on  each  lonely  crave..  773  O  mollier,  will  yougo  wiili  me?. ... 
O.  could  I  fad  .ami  know  asain    ...  514   O  mother!  with  the   bright  young 

().  could  our  ihoughts  and  wishes  fly  114  face  ,••;•,;   

0  dear.  Is  so  tired  and  l.mesome    .  0.-,8    On  Alpine  steep,  should  one  essay  . 

~  S17  ;  O  name  of  Jesus!  blessed  name 

740    Once  as  1  wandered  down  the  street  721 
195  <  Once  at  the  pleasant  twilight  hour.  503 


O  Domini  Dens!  Speravi  in  Te 

().  don't  be  sorrowful 

()  Kartli.  forget  thy  winter 

O  IMeii  land!  thou  laml  of  bloom.. 
O'l-r  teiiii)le  and  eoliimn  and  cornice 

O'er  tlie  eastern  hills  arise  

0  fair  were  Uagnar's  ilau'.'hlers 

O  f.iithless  soul  wiih  hand  so  weak.  321 

Of  all  the  beautiful   lessons 3S5 

Of  .ill  the  maladies  that  fret    men's     _ 

hearts   •''"'4 

Of  all  the  thoughU  of  God  that  are.  174 


817 

472 

93 

G7(i 

80 

531 


100 
:151 
199 

.5r,0 


Once,  echoing  down  the  shores  of 

time '^74 

Once  I  looked  upon  a  picture ;J51 

Once  more  has  the  sea  of  sorrow. . .  6.3.S 

Once  more,  my  harp,  once  more 8.5(i 

Once  there  st<)od  two  mighty  cities.  .'US 

One  bv  one  we  cross  the  river :i92       ,  . 

One  by  one  lif-'s  zephyrs  waft  us. .  (^    O,  the  joy  th.it  (ills  my  heart., 

One  day  1  was  in  trouble 90  .  O,  the  precious  love  of  Jesus . . 


O  sonu's  of  faith  that  pilgrims  sin] 
O  Son  of  (iod,  in  glory  crowned  . . . 

O  Son  of  God  !  Redeemer  Tliou 

O  sons  of  men,  come  and  behold  !.  . 
O  soul  !  if  one   who   wrought   with 

such  a 

O  soul,  beset  bv  woe  on  woe 

O  souls  that  sit  in  darkness 400 


204 

120 

548 

46 

400 
401 


O  si)eak  to  me,  dear  Jesus 

O  souls  that  struggle  to  express 

O  suffering  souls  that  long  for  ease. 

O  sweet  prophetic  words 

O,  tender  and  sweet  was  the  Mas- 
ter's voice 

O.  tenderer  than  a  mother's  love. .. 

O  the  beautiful  land,  O  the  home 
of  the  saints 

O,  the  Christmas  bells  are  ringing. 

O,  the  empty,  empty  cradles 


5:!4 
875 
637 
4:14 

1S2 
567 

158 
79 

700 
5:'.8 
297 


WOMAIf  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


zxxv 


O,  t!ie  sapphire  walls^how  far  off. . 
O,  think  of  llio  houK's  made  desulate 

O  tliose  l)t'aulifiil  poldcn  stairs 

O  that  tlie  toilers  of  tlie  earth 

O   tliose   hriiclit,   tliose   Heavenly 

niatisions 

O  Thoiil)eforo  whose  radiantslirine 
O  Thou  by  lont;  exjjerience  tried .  . 
O  Thou,  that  lovest  contrite  prayer. 
O  Thou,  the  eoiitrite  sinner's  friend 

O  thou  essential  word 

O  thou  great  Spirit  ^\llom  we  seek. 

O  Thou  most  kind  and  merciful 

O  Thou  so  wont  of  old  to  bless 

O  Tliou  that  lovest  contrite  prayer. 

O  Thou  the  Everlasting  One 

O  Thou  who  tlinij'st  so  fair  Ji  robe. 
O  tliou  will)  for  fjlooui  of  the  future 

O  thou  who  hast  sinned 

O  Thou  who  hearest  every  cry 

O  Thou  who  licart'st  when  wei)ray. 
O  Tliou  who  hast  spread  out  the  skies 
O  Thou  wliose  bounty  fills  my  cup. 
O  Thou  whose  ever-list'ning  ear.  .. 

O  Thou  whose  tender  heart 

O  Thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears. 

O  tired  heart! 

O,  to  be  iiotliing 

O,  to  bn  ready 

O  toihM's.  n;row  not  weary    

O,  trust  His  word 

Our  blest  liedeemer  ere  He  breathed 

Our  country,  now  from  thee 

Our  country  'tis  for  liiee 

Oiu'  country's  voice  is  pleading. . . . 
Our  Fath(!r's  (iod,  on  Thee  we  call. 
Our  Father,  God,  this  day  we  bring 

Our  Father  in  Heaven 

Our  Father  to  fields  that  are  white. 

Our  Father,  we  thank  Thee 

Our  Father  who  in  Heaven  art 

Our  field  is  the  world     

Our  fragile  hearts  would  break.... 

Our  hearts  are  heavy.  Lord 

Our  little  life  is  small  indeed 

Our  Lord  hath  sent  a  Shepherd.. .. 
Our  steps  are  firm  o'er  rock  and  sand 

Our  tears  are  falling 

Our  trust  is  in  Thy  name 

Our  world  has  better  fields   

Out  in  the  otling  lay  the  ship 

Out  in   the   gloomy   night  sadly   I 

roam 

Outlined  against  the  eastern  skies  . 

Out  of  .1  darkened  room 

Out  of  the  depths  to  Thee  I  cry. ... 

Out  wearied  with  the  littleness 

Over  against  the  treasure  this  day.. 

Out  of  life's  taiiijled  skein 

Over  the  river  I'm  going 

Over  the  river  they  beckon  to  me. . 

O  wait,  little  mother,  a  moment 

O  wait,  impatient  heart 

O  watchman  on  yon  mountain  height 

O,  we  are  all  ensjaged  in  the 

O  weary  one  I  why  art  thou  sad  and 

lonely'.' 

O  weary  world  !  O  weary  world!. ... 

O,  weep  not  for  the  dead 

O,  what  are  li^bt  artliciions  here?. 
O,  what  is  the  idol  that  climisto  mv 

heart'.' '. 

O,  when  shall  I  sweep  through  the 

gales'? 


:«1 


].')4 
131 

228 


1.5.">  I  O.wlien  shall  my  weary  soul  find  rest?  386 

(ill  I  O,  wide  sweep  the  waters '. .   221 

21.")    O  wind,  if  thou  should  find  a  yrave.  Il'i 
O  wives,    who   in   agony   measured 

the  years 572 

O  wonilerfnl,  thrice  wonderful 80 

O  wondrous   mother!  Since  the 

dawn  of  time 678 

4(19   O  wondrous  peace,  canst  thou 2;>0 

128    O   wondrous   power   of   wondrous 

lo7  love 451 

4'.K)  '  O  word  of  words  the  sweetest 526 

240    O  Words  unmarked  by  some 400 

472  I  O  year  of  niuht  and  tempest 48.") 

409  '  O  ye  to  whom  the  word  of  life ;58.! 

2(;0   O  ye  who  seek  tlie  Saviour .S12  ! 

808    Pale  in  the  distant  view 010 

Pale,  pale  as  any  fair  Annunciation 

Hly 109 

Papa.  1  am  looking  up  to  Heaven. .  701) 

Pass  me  not,  O  gentli;  Saviour .')24 

Passing  away,  passing  away 77() 

Patiently  enduring 248 

'"Peace"'  she  cried,  "O  wild  unrest!"  1.84 

Peace,  stubborn  will ! 186 

Pleasant  church,  undo  thy  doors!..     4.") 

"Please  take  my  liand,"  she ()8;5 

Poor  little  .lem!  and  yi't  not  poor. .  i.'t->l 
Poor  mourner,  tempted  oft  and  tried  CM 

Praise  (Jod  for  His  goodness 82."} 

Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  474 

Praise  the  Lnrd.  all  ye  j>eople SIS 

Praise  to  Go  I,  immortal  praise h',i 

Praise  to  Him  who  built  the  hills  . .   008 
Praise  to  the   grace   ■which   has  tri- 
umphed so  free 270 

Praise  the  Lord,  all  ye  people 'M') 

"Pray  for  us."  the  words  are  coming  277 

Praying',  always  praying 5-16 

Pray,  though  the  gate  of  mercy. . . .   205 

Pray,  though  the  gift  you  ask 492 

Pray  where  are  all  the  joys  you've 

known S.'J-'i 

Precious,  precious  blood  of  Jesus  . .   179 
Preserved  from  peril,  o'er  the  surg- 
ing ocean 2.3^? 

Press  close,  my  child,  to  me 110 

Prince  of  peace,  control  my  will  118-52t! 

Proclaim  the  lofty  praise .309 

619  I  Pure  and  patient!  Lord,  the  plea...  211 

835    Purer  in  heart,  O  (Jod 115 

Que  ferais — je  sans  T<d,  Sauveur. ..   isl 

Que  je  sois,  O  cher  Sauveur 127 

Itally  at  the  clarion  call 4S1 

Ready  I  oh !  are  you  ready 251 

Ready,  Saviour,  I  would  be 141 

Head  us  a  psalm,  my  little  one..    ..  018 
Reaper.  1  asked,  among  the  golden 

sheaves 429 

Receive  me  to  glory ■')43 

Uej(Mce  and  be  glad,  all  ye  isles 2(k5 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  believers 270 

437  !  Rejoice!  rejoice!  liel lever. 222 

30:')    Rejoice,  rejoice  with  heart  and ..  ..  I'.IO 

(■>48  ,  Rejoice  with  .Jesus  Christ  to-<lay.  ..  3;iS 

I  Rejoice,  ye  saints,  in  Glirist  tlie  Lord  21 1 

247  I  Restless  heart,  that,  worn  with  pain    51 


620 
601 
120 
282 

72 
233 

44 
393 
113 
581 
27'.) 
130 
277 
180 
ll:2 
482 
48;? 
404 

42 

44 
701 

:>1 
600 
492 
200 
8.")4 
2.;8 
844 

44 
420 
3S7 
401 


601 
884 
78<> 
2;'h8 
880 
370 
855 
170 
148 
731 


142 
170 
221 

517 

o06 


Rest  softly.  Earth,  upon  her  breast.  7^4 
Rest  thee,  my  darliu!;.  rest  thee...  600 
Ring  freedom's  bells  across  all  lands  7i>5 

Rim;  merry,  merry  bi'lls 74 

Ring  out  the  grief  rhatsaps  the  miml  021 
Ring,  ring  the  bells  over  ocean  and 

shore 190 


;  Rise  in  thy  glory,  O  thou  star 226 

Rocked  in  tlie  cradle  of  the  deep. . ,     72 
"Rock  of  Ages,   cleft   lor  me,  ' 

tlioughlessly  the  maiden  sang  780 

Roll  on,  temperance  tide! 570 

Roughened  and  worn  with  ceaseless 

toil   «« 

Sabbath  in  the  Hebrew  temple AM 

Sad  benighted  souls  are  crying 370 

Sadn-yed  Madonnas  walk  the  earth.  ."-55 

Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus 2::0 

Safe  now  beneath  the  shadow  of  (he 

cross 28 1 

Saints  of  (iod,  the  dawn   is  bright- 
ening  405 

Saving  faith  in  Jesus i".  6 

Saviour,  I  am  weary,  weary 1:^4 

.Saviour,  1  come  to  Thee ];il 

Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us  . . .     87 

Saviour,  more  than  life  tome fiT2 

Saviour!  Thou  who  dost  deliver l.Nl 

Saviour  who  died  for  me a.'»7 

Say,  art  thou    worn   with  toil  and 

strife'? 405 

.Say  not  it  might  have  been Ot)4 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within.. ..  .■>11 
Say,  where  on  tliy  slow  pinions  tar- 

riest  thou 175 

Scorn  not  the  drunkard  if  he  falls..  0o4 

Seated  one  day  at  the  organ >J4 

.See  how  the  morniiii;  sun ;;(K) 

Seek  not  for  some  far-off  mission  . .  4(J2 
See  the  banners  waving,  waving....  (Mil 

See  the  flag  of  .Jesus 327 

See  the  king  desired  for  ages 2')-\ 

See  them  crowd  around  the  Saviour    NJ 
See!  tlie  sun  is  liigh  in  heaven.   ...  271 
Self  is  struggling,  wrestling,  heav- 
ing.. ~ 185 

Set  apart  for  Jesus 115 

Set  wliolly  apart  for  the  use  of  the 

Ma.ster 4t'>6 

Shall  not  the  Lord  of  all  the  earth  .  4<i8 

Shall  desolation  always  rule? 488 

Shall   we,    oh !  dare   we    thus  so 

blest 2<>5 

Shall  we,  surrounded  by  the  blaze  .  205 
Shall   we  who   trust   the  Saviour's 

love? 86 

She   dwelt  so  near  her  heavenly 

home 161 

She  folded  up  the  worn  and  mended  7(>9 
She  had  jjiilled  her  white  carnations  (J."i9 
She  is  launched  on  the  wave, —  the 

good  ship  Prohibiticm 007 

She   knelt   with    her  sweet  hands 

folded 701 

She  knew  not  what  for  them   she 

sought 474 

She  rocked  the  cradle  to  and  fro. . .  (il»4 
She  seemed  so  young,  bo  young  to 

die 791 

.She  thought  by  heaven's  high  wall.  874 

She  was  my  May  when  the 739 

She  wears  no  jewel  upon  hand  or 

brow ,367 

Shine,  gentle  stars,  to-night 73 

"Show  me  the  Father,"  Lord, 513 

Show  me  the  way  that  leads  to  the 

true  life  . ." 513 

Show  me  Iby  woman  face 781» 

.Shout  aloud,  all  ye  lands 317 

Show  us  our  .sins,  O  I,onl 8:12 

Sickness  and  pain ;  aud 673 


XXXVI 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Sign     tlio     pledge,    my     youthful 

brotluT 407 

SiltMit.  ami  still  tlioy  waited ;i")S 

Silent  lias  ln'cii  ih<»  nivrlit 5ti7 

JSiuce  Jesus  is  my  friend 122 

Since  the  siinnner  roses  faded 102 

Since    lliy    Fallier'a    arm    sustains 

thee 242 

Sinful  and  weak  am  1 521 

Sjni:,  heart  of  mine! ')S 

Sini;  it  out,  sinn  it  with  a  shout !. . .  537 
Sini>  ])raise  to  (Jod  wlio  reiijus  alio'-e  37 
Sins;  ye  tlie  honor  of  (Jod's  name!. .  27!' 
Sinn  the  morning  iii;lil  is  lireaking.  82 
Sisters  witli  the  heart  of  M.irtlia. . .    3'.ts 

Sit  down  t)enealli  His  shadow 1)8 

Sitting    silently    grouped    in    tiie 

sjloaniins 3(VS 

Sleep !  baby,  sleep  6!)") 

Sleep  not.  soldier  of  the  cross 321 

So  failes  the  lovely  blooining  (lower  (i3l 

So  far  with  ine,  no  farther 74(5 

Soft  tloatiui;  on  the  Syrian  breeze..  ."WO 

Softly  on  the  breath  of  evening 73 

Softly  sleep,  little  one 695 

Softly  the  dayliiiht  faded,  far  in  the 

distant  blue \CA 

Soldiers  in  tlie  ranks  of  .lesus 313 

Soldiers  in  this  earnest  l)attle 487 

•Soldiers  of  tlie  Eternal  Kinn 481) 

Some  find   work   where  some  find 

rest 345 

Sometimes  the  snow 8^5 

So  near  comes  darkness  to  onr  light  620 
Soon  may  tlie  last  glad  song  arise. .  2<J4 
Soon  the  cause  of  right  will  triumph  4"<0 
Souls  in  heatlien  darkness  lying.. ..  27"< 

Sound  the  Gospel  trumpet 323 

Sound  the  praise  of  Jesus  over  land 

and  sea 2-58 

Sovereign  of  worlds  I  display  Thy 

powers 264 

So  you  ask  for  a  story,  my  darling..  870 

.Sow  witli  a  generous  hand 38S 

Sowing  the  seed  by  the  daylight  fair  512 
■Sparkiiii'.;  and   bright  in   its  liquid 

light 407 

Speak  for  me,  friend  837 

.Si>eak,  Lord,  for  Thy  servant  hear- 

cth ,S01 

Si>eak  low  to  me,  my  Saviour .^SO 

.S|ieak  to  me  of  the  beautiful  laud. .  77S 
.Speed  away,  speed  away,  happy  soul  304 
.M.md  fast  in  the  cause  of  our  Master  4^8 

St  luding  l)y  the  veiled  pori.il   705 

Standing  in  the  fiercest  battle. .  ..  534 
.M.ir,  bright  star,  I  tlirow  you  a  kiss  '>Oii 
.Si.ir  of  Peace,  to  wand'rers  weary..  3"<1 

Still,  still  witli  Thee 63 

Strangely   blest   were    those    disci- 
ples   8|S 

Strange,  strange  for  thee  and  me.  .  7-5 
.'^Irew  the  flowers,  bright  (lowers. . .  773 
Strive  not  to  (ill  an  an^i-l's  part. ...  (514 
Strong  are  the  mountains.  Lord  ...   831 

.Sturdy  .Steeiiie,  rose-cheeki'd 685 

Such  heautiful,  beautiful  hands 723 

Such  Costly  treasures  the  wise  ruler 

gave 421 

.Sunlight  of  the  heavenly  day 2S0 

Sweet  hells  are  ringing .587 

Sweet  Christmas  hells 81 

.Sweet  day  so  cool,  so  calm. so  bright  4<)  I 
Sweet  friend,  when  thou  and   1....  5071 


Sweet  gleam  of  snnsh  i  ne 82 1 

Sweeter  song  than  «!'er  was  sung...  100 
.Sweetheart,  thou  hast  no  name.    ..  6114 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord 4(X) 

.Sweet  li'.'btis  gone  and  through tilio 

.Sweet  Sabbath -day  of  peace .38 

Sweet  to  me  are  hours  of 570 

Swift  o'er  her  faee  there 5!).{ 

.Swiftly,  how  swiftly,  the  years 744 

.Sword  of  our  gallant  fathers 75-3 

Take  me  neaicr  to  your  Jesus  ....  369 
Take  my  hand  and  1  will  guide  thee  503 

Take  my  hand,  my  Father 1;'.4 

Take  my  life  antl  let  it  be 280 

Take  the  naiiw?  of  .lesus  with  you. .   319 

Take  Thine  own  way  with  me 115 

Talking  of  sects  till  late  one  eve. . .   .'^05 

Talitha  (,'umi.  Darling,  arise 4;J8 

Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour! 584 

Teach  me,  <>  life  Divine,  to  live  ...    118 

Teach  me  Thy  will.  O  Lord    4(58 

Tell  it  out  among  the  heathen 310 

Tell  me,  O  ye  gentle  zephyrs 5.33 

Tell  me  the  old,  old  story 500 

Tell  me  the  secret.  Lord 103 

Tell  us  not,  O  song  of  poet 644 

Temptation  assailed  him 6.5(5 

Tender  Shepherd !  Thou  hast  stilled   172 

Territory,  noble,  vast 428 

Thank  (Jod  for  labor 403 

Thank  God  that  my  darling  is  rest- 
ing      711 

That  coodly  Syrian  mountain .3.50 

That  He  will  al  way.s  lis  befriend. .   .    531 

That  mystic  word  of  Thine 117 

That  tinii^  of  horror  with  its 730 

The  angel  of  death  came  all  unseen  700 
The  breaking  waves  dashed  high. ..  750 
The  brewer's  dog  is  abroad,  boys. ..  6.58 
The  bridge  of  prayer  from  heavenly 

heights 129 

The  certainest.  surest  thing  I  know  71 
The  Christian  arniy  stands  arra>ed.   484 

The  children  are  going  to  bed   6SS 

The  children's  day  has  come  again.  416 
The  clangof  arms,  the  clash  of  steel  564 
The  clouds  hang  low  above  my  ....  247 
The  clouds  hang  low  in  the  Persian 

sky .355 

The  cold  and  pitiless  rain 718 

The  crown  of  thorns  lie  wore 381 

The  cry  for  freedom   7(50 

The  daisy  is  the  children's  flower. .  418 

The  day  is  done,  dear  Lord (57 

The  days  of  summer  brightness. . . .  313 

The  di^wy  rose  of  Sharon     411 

The  dreamy  night  draws  nigh 7(X) 

The  dull,  chill  prison  building 582 

The  Easter  praisi'S  may  falter IH.'^ 

The  east  hanns  out  a  .signal 458 

Thee  will  I  worship.  Jesus 81 

The  face  which  duly  as  the  sun 787 

Tlie  Father's  house  hath  bread  to 

spare 94 

The  fairest  action  incur  human  life  817 
The  feast  was  spi'ead.  the  solemn. .  374 

The  lields  are  whitening ;W5 

Tlie  firelight  flickers  from  the  burn- 
ing ember 217 

Tlie  first  faint  li-ht  of  early  day.  . ..  868 
The  (irst  recorded  words  that  brake  50 
The  (lower  that  blooms  beyond  our 

reiich 292 

The  foot  of  spring  is  ou  yon  blue  . .  710 


The  former  things.are  passed  away  378 
The  gates  of  glory  opened  wide . . . .    422 
The  gates  of  that   city    stand    ever- 
ajar 153 

The  ghost  of  (.'hristmas  past 703 

The  gifted  tell  in  song  and  history.  567 
The  glad    bells    of    tenipeiance   are 

joyfully  ringing 4r5 

The  golden  beams  of  know  li  dge. . .  272 

The  golden  gales   aie  lifted  uj' 195 

The  gray  waves  surge   between 780 

The  harvest   of  rich   and  goldtn 

sheaves    ...  5€4 

The   heavens    declare  the  glory  of 

God 25 

The  hours  of  evening   cIosp 66 

The  hurrying  days,  lor  all  the  work 

and  praise 431 

The  "King  in  His  beauty." 169 

The  lark's  voice  dies,  when  fall  the 

leaves ?69 

The  land  in  Holland  is  i^at  ni.d  low.  ('56 
The   land  was  wrung  by  fan. inc....  3.'4 

The  lava  always  fii.ds  ilie  sea M2 

The  legend  says  in  I'aradise '^{■O 

The  leaves  are  falling,  falling 7J8 

The  Lord  is  on  His  holy  llir(>ne....  :0 
The  Lord  my  .shepherd  is.  and  I...  f-3 
The  Lord  of  Hosts  hath  njkde  forme  £(2 

The  man  of  sorrows  died 219 

The  marching  orders  we'\e  re<eived  ('47 
Tiie  Master  has  come  over  Joitian  .  (  HS 
The  Master  hath  need  of  the  n  .ipers  411 
The  Master  is  come  and  calleth  for 

thee 4iQ 

The  Master's  voice  was  sweet 108 

The  midnight  conies  and  my  liimp.  437 
The    mind    was   formed    to  mount 

sublime j16 

The  mistakes  of  my  life  are  many..  0l5 

The  murmur  of  a  waterfall f56 

The  nation  hath  said 775 

The  night  is  here,  the  j  eaceful  ....  t-dl 
{The  niijht  had  spread  I  er  curtain..  r82 

I  The  night  is  dark,  O  Lord! 018 

I  The  night  was  dark  and  feaiful 711 

The  night  was  dark  on  Galilee tS 

I  Then,  women,    build  what  men   in 

I  vain 629 

The  past  with  its  blackn<-ss TOl 

The  prodigal  with  streaming  ejes. .  5:.4 
The    promised     morning    o'er    us 

breaks   4.58 

The  promise  of  delicious  youth  may 

fail 828 

The  pure  and  holy  lilies 190 

The  rainbow  colors  blended  bright.    ( ('6 

There  are  pain-prisoned  souls 410 

There    are    poems    unwritten    and 

songs 870 

There  are  soldiers  who  have  battled  500 
There  is  a  faith  that  e'er  ascends  . .  ;;92 
There  is  a  gale  that  stands  ajar.  l79-l.*-0 
There  is  a  glow  at  harvest  time....  CO 
There  is  a  (iod;  all  nature  speaks. .     36 

There  is  a  green  hill  far  away lf-8 

There  is  a  name  divinely  sweet 180 

There  is  a  peace  supremely  pure...  270 
There   is    a     spot     of     consecrated 

ground   408 

There  is  a  truth  so  great 1:8 

There  is  joy  among  the  angels.  .223-668 
There  is  life  for  a  look  at  the  cruci- 
fied One 180 


WOMAN  I.V  SACRED  SONO. 


ZXXVIl 


There  is  never  a  day  so  sunny ISS 

There  is  one  nanic  lli.al  1  would  trace  18."> 
There  is  trouble  in  many  a  liomc  to- 
day   SO") 

There  is  woe  in  our  country 478 

Tliere  runnetli  an  ancient  legend.  422 
There's  acall  from  the  far-off  lieatli- 

en  land ;535 

There's  a  city  brii:lit  and  golden. . .  C;5S 

There's  a  funny  tale  of  a 331 

'I'liere's  alight  that  is  lieainingabove  478 

There's  a  wonderful  tree 412 

There's  an  enemy  at  hand 4'j7-4S!) 

There's  a  song  ever  new 38 

There's  a  mighty  temptation STO 

There's  a  sigh  hi  the  heart 740 

There's  a  star  that  shines  on  the 

blest  highway 231 

There's  a  wail  in  the  air 483 

There's  a  waeful  blank   733 

There's  music  in  a  mother's  voice  .  724 

There's  not  a  gentio  heart 7ti2 

There  seems  a  voice  in  every  gale..     2'.l 

There  was  a  time 77!) 

There  was  heard  a  song 751 

There  was  rest,  sweet  rest,   in  my 

weary  heart 2:'.") 

There  was  tumult  on  the  water.   ..  211 

There  were  ninety  aiul  nine 53.') 

There  will  be  no  sin  nor  pain 320 

Th(!  right  to  he  a  woman 802 

The  rills  unbound  leap  forth 4;is 

The  ripened  harvest  smiled 8")7 

The  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn....     31 

The  Sabbath  day  wa."?  ending 8'!2 

The  sacred  Sabbath  came  last  night    37 

The  sands  of  time  are  wasting  1")S 

The  Saviour  calls,  h^t  every  ear  . . .  lOS 
The  Saviour!  Oh!  wliat  endless 

charn\s  121 

The  setting  sun  fills  all  the  sky 8S3 

The  scene  is  fresh  before  us 188 

The  sea  of  life, — it  is  deep  and  wide  512 
The  sha<loW3  of  the  evening  hours,     (ifi 

The  Shepherd  of  the  Orient  84 

The  shining  of  the  earliest  star  ....     71 

The  signal  lights  are  glancing 477 

The  snow  lay  heavy 603 

The  star  of  hope  has  risen 4'.)1 

The  stone  is  rolled  away 320 

The  storm  had  spent  its  rage Slti 

The  storm-king's  abroad 5^1) 

The  sun  had  risen,  tiie  air  was  sweet  .56 
The  sun  is  down,  the  stars  are  out  702 
The  sunlight's  glimmer  through. . ..  l")!* 

The  surging  sea  of  human  life 7(Jo 

The  sweetest  fare  in  all  the  world..  723 

The  sweetest  picture  that 731) 

The  sweetest  saint,  Elizabeth 8")4 

The  to-come  of  I  he  world 767 

The  trance  of  golden  afternoon 441 

The  vast  illimitable  po•^er  of  (iod. .  .'J2 
The,  voice  is  the  voice  of  a  leader.  ..  612 
The  voice  of  .lesus!  hark,  my  soul..  216 
The  voice  of  my  best   beloved  was 

still    .392 

The  wanderer  no  more  will  roam. ..  181 
The  way  lies  over  the  mountain  road  617 

The  way  is  long,  my  darling 747 

The    way   seems  «lark:   O  Saviour, 

reach .387 

The  way  was  long  and 761 

The  weary  night  seems  long 2.'i4 

The  whole  wide  world  for  Jesus  . . .  279 


Tlie  words  came  with  my  weeping.  5.50 
The  work   of  our   hands   establish 

Thou  it 443 

They  are  not  most  at  home l>42 

They  are  waiting  f'lr  the  coming. . .  3  !7 

riiey  call  me,  they  call  me 1 12 

They  never  seem  to  be  far  away  . . .  140 
They  hushed  their  breath,  that  no- 
ble band 3<2 

They  laid  him  down  with li-'vO 

They  lived  and  they  were  useful.  . .  31.5 

They  planted  them  together 7('.4 

They  never  seem  to  be  far  away  ...  1  l(> 
They're  gathering  homewaril   ..    ..   (I3S 

They're  crossing  the  river (J;!! 

They  tell  us  N'iclor  llugo'sdead  . . ..  840 

They  that  tru.st  in  the  Loid   47 

They  told  me  1  was  heir 80S 

Thick  darkness  ettled  o'er  the  lands  427 

Thine  are  the  rivers 847 

Thine  forever,  God  of  love 8.5 

Thine,  most  gracious  Lord 204 

Thine  the  bearing  and  forl)earing. .  471 

Think  it  no  excuse,  hoys ().5.5 

This  day  I  will  arise  and  stand  . . .  514 
This  temple.  Lord,  our  UMup' ranee 

home 474 

This  revelation, — holy,  just. and  true  401 
This  way!  where  sweet  l)reathed. . .  77~> 
Thorns  pierced  a  holier  than  Thou.   179 

Tho'  the  night  he  dark 3S1( 

Thou  art  coming,  O  my  Saviour. . ..  251 

Thou  art  gone  on  high 2.54 

Thou  art  high  in  Thy  glory 361 

Thou  art  come  from  the  spirit's  land, 

thou  bird •    •  • 165 

Thou  art  my  Shepherd  caring 86 

Tliou  art  the  way 84)0 

Thou  beauteous  star  that  lifts 206 

Thou  didst  leave  Thy  throne 181 

Thou  di.lsl  pass  from  my  sight 162 

Thou  hast  the  glow  of  tlie  summer 

sun 5S0 

Thou  hast  said,  blessed  Saviour. ...     8S 
Thou  healer  of  the  broken  heart     .   514 
Thou  holy  God,  the  truth,  the  light     31  [ 
Thou  layest  Thine  hand  on  the. . . .   8.58  ■ 
Thou  lovely  source  of  true  delight .   122 
Thou  only  sovereign  of  mv  heart. ..  llti  1 
Thou  teacher  of  ourspiriis,  Thou..  287  i 
Thou  wakest,  my  baby  boy,  from  | 

sleep (i75 

Thou  wilt  never  grow  old !'<>  i 

Thou  who  didst  for  Peter's  faith. . .    V-W 

Thou  who  didst  stoop  below   110  I 

Thou  who  hast  said,  blessed  Saviour  88 
Thou  who  knowest  all  our  giief. .  .  246 
Though  all  aroiuid  Heaven's  guards  | 

are  set   118  ^ 

Though  fondly  we  cherish  the  flag.  328^ 
Though  buffelted  and  tempest-worn  206 
Though  I  have  sown  and  reaped  no  4t!2 
Though  in  a  narrow,  humble  sphere  4.5.5 
Though  I  shrink  in  iHiiiian  pain..  246 
Though  now  I  see  no  purpose  in  my 

"^life 3:0 

Though  often  with  pilgrim 744 

Though   smooth    l>e   the    heartless 

prayer 8.30 

Though     the    night    be    dark   and         { 

dreary 3.'<0  j 

Though  the  rain  may  fall 206  I 

Thought  hath   wondrous  (germina-         I 

liou 68. 


Three  little   forms   in   the  twilight 

gi  ay 6S<) 

Three  litllt;  worsted  stockings 705 

Through  fifty  years  of 726 

Through  many   years  of  light  and 

shade  44 

Through  the  new  Jerusalem 7W2 

Through  the  love  of  God,  our  Sav- 
iour  211 

Through  the  ripple  of  the  moments  -1.58 
'riiroiigli  the  whirl  of  wind  and  water  82.5 
Through  Warsaw  there  is  weepnig.  754 

Through  the  love  of  God .'iJij 

Thrust  in  the  sickle 4tMi 

Thus  ever  in  the  steps  of  (;rief.  .. .  K;5 
Thy  brother's  Mood,  thy  brother's.  512 
Tliy  miracles  are  no  stale  s])lendors  107 

Till  I  learned  to  love  Thy  name 22.5 

Time,  thou  8|)eedest  on  but  slowly..  254 

Tiny  shoes  of  red 736 

"Tired,"  oh  yes!  so  tired,  dear!.160-747 

Tireil,  po  tired  of  waiting         U'l't 

'Tis  a  pen  for  the  .Master's  using. . .  373 

'Tis  beautiful  to  live  on  earth 454 

'Tis  Christmas  morn  1  with  noiseless 

tread 77 

'Tis  Easter-<Iay!  glad  Easter-day!..  Ilt4 
'Tis  human  lot  to  meet  and  bear.. .   120 

'Tis  not  for  fame;  I  know 84.S 

''I"is  religion  that  can  give 230 

'Tis  saitl    the  Turk,  when   passing 

down 007 

'Tis  the  death  night  of  the  solemn 

old  year 423 

'Tis  the  last  night  of  the  year 201 

'Tis  the  Resurrection  Morning. . .    .   188 
'Tis  the  voice  of  Jesus,  sweetiv  call- 
ing  ; .504 

'Tis  the  sunshine  of  life's  troubled 

ocean 870 

'Tis  your  Maker,  O  mortal 511 

To  bear,  to  nurse,  to  rear 710 

To  carry  on  the  Temperance  cause.  65r> 

To  do  (Jod's  will 445 

To  fi-el  (iod's  glory  breaking  thro'  .    161 

To  him  who,  dwelling  by 876 

To  his  courtiers  ppake  the  monarch  575 

Toiling  on  for  Jesus!  Oh,  how .'.O.'t 

Toiling  on,  'mid  the  ripened  grain  .  .  6;J0 
Toiling  tip  the  hillside,  see  the  Sav- 
iour go \m 

To  Jesus  our  e.xalted  Lord W 

To  know  Ler  was  to  love 301 

Too  late!  too  late!  how  heavily  that 

phrase 515 

Toll,  bells,  from  every  steeple 7<W 

Too  many  for  one  house 813 

Too  weak. I  cried,  am  1  to  bear  life's 

pain 5.30 

To  my  youth  came  a  voice  that ....  410 
To-night  as  on  all  Christmas  eves..  704 
To-night  in  the  purple  twilight  ..  852 
To  our  Hedeemer's  glorious  name..  3.3 
To   temperance    we   will   raise  our 

song 481 

To  Thee,  Cn'ator  of  all  giMid 55 

To  'I'liee.  ()  (iod.  my  prayer  ascends  115 
To  the  realms  of  midnight  darkness  316 

To  the  stately  vill.ige  bridal 827 

To  the  work !  to  the  work  ! 3".>i 

To    Thv    cross,   dear    Christ,    I'm 

rlinging 170 

To  tired  br.iiii  and  aching  heail . . . .  613 
Trace  the  foundations,  sec  liuw  vaal  850 


XXIVIU 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Tread  softly,  tread  softly,  this  hal- 

low.-il 7it8 

Trne-h<':iri<'d,  whole-hearted 'JS(5 

Trusted  friend  of  years  anoiie T-'l* 

Trust  iim.  uiy  cross  I  Ix-ar 4<)'.» 

Trust  Tliee!  tlioiiyh  all  life's  lioi)03 

Tliuiislay 530 

'Twas  a  tlioufxlitful  cliild  that  was.   'M(\ 

'Twas  a  vision  l)(!ati(ic 8;J0 

'Twas  niizht  upon  Jutlea's  hills....     73 
'Twas   not   the    features,   not   the 

form   8S0 

'Twas  spriu'^time  in  Jiidea 4i)l 

'Twas  tiie  eve  hefoie  f'hristinas 703 

Twenty  years  have  passed  away....  772 

'Twill  not  be  long 

Two  hands  upon  the  breast (133 

Two  hundred  years f*'">l 

Two  little  feel 'so  small 084 

Two  little  feet  have  we 850 

Two  little  waxen  hands 713 

Two  or  three  are  met  together 451 

Two  temples  Cod  hath  huilded  Ilim    2i> 

ITnanswered  yet  the  prayer 8(10 

Vnapproaclied  and  unfaihonied. . ..  4"J.") 

ITnfurl  the  hanner  of  the  cro  s 2113 

I'ntil  IIo  comes!  like  music  tones. .  2.53 

TTnto  the  shinini;  hills  of  (iod 147 

Unto  us  the  niessaije  conieth 17^^ 

Tp!  friends  of  Jesus 313-402 

Up  through  the  voiceless  centuries 

of  the  past 404 

Up  to  the  hountiful  Giver  of  life...  170 
I'pon  the  century's  battlements  .  ..  7'.l7 

Upon  the  sadness  of  the  sea 017 

ITpon  the  wintry  wold 421 

Upon  this  sunny  shore 3  !4 

Up  to  my  window S.")2 

Vainly  through  niiiht's 403  I 

Vain  we  number  every  duty     3i7  I 

Venez,  car  Jesus  est  la  vie! 127 

Via  crucis!  Via  lucis! 178 

Waillna:  bowed  the  heathen  mother  303 

Wait,  children,  wait! .3^0 

Waitin;:  at  the  fiord's  command. . ..  280 

Wailina;.  brother,  waiting 444 

Waiting  for  His  coming 2~'S 

Waiting  for  Jesus  and  working  ...  410 

Waiting  is  'he  j^oMen  harvest 40."> 

Waiting  soul,  what  canst  thou  say?  503 

Wake,  little  daisy 02 

Waken  !  waken  early.  Christians. .  •   180 

Wake  the  son^  of  Prohibition 4*^2 

Wake!  the  welcome  day  appeareth.  31S 

Walkini;  by  the  quie-t  rivi-r 154 

Wandering  one  day  in  .Summer. . . .   230 

Was  it  a  marvel  the  maiilen 303 

Was  it  angels  that  I  lieanl'.'  177 

Watchman  on  the  walls  of  Zion  ....   2.")0 
Watcli, ye  saints,  with  eyelids  waking  251 

Wavelets  of  harmony 50 

Wave,  wave  the  Cospel  banner 407 

Way   down   within  the  cold  damp 

cround 92 

We  adore  the  rich  grace   and    the 

mercy  divine 454 

We  all  believe  in  one  true  God 45 

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We  are  cheerf id  workers 

We  are  children  of  a  King     

We  are  conung,  we  are  coming  . . . . 

We  are  com  U'.:,  fi'r  Jehovah 

We  are  comin-j.  O  Columbia! 

We  are  ln-ri".  a  band  of  pilizrims  . . 
We  are  mariners,  aiid  God  the  sea. 


We  are  marshalling  the  forces 

Wo  are  waiting  till  tin-  shadows.  . .. 

We  are  wailing  for  the  coming  .... 

Wearily  I  .sit  and  weave 

Weal  y  ami  heartsick,  witU  wasted 
form 

Wearv,  oh  I  so  weary 

Weary,  tremblinL'.  burdenerl  ont!  .. 

Weary  waiul'rer  o'er  the  main 

Weary,  we.tk,  by  sin  0|)pressed    . . . 

Wo  ask,  and  wo  are  answ<!red  not.. 

Weave  no  more  silks,  ye  Lyons. . . . 

We  britiic  no  glittering  treasures. . .. 

We  bring  to  Thee,  O  Lord,  this 
temple 

We  come  from  the  hill-top 

We  can  hear  the  glad  sound 

We  dedicate  to  (Jod,  to-day 

AVee  winsome  girl,  that  nestling. . . 

We  fain  would  see  Thy  face 

Weep  not,  when  I  am  deail 

We  Iiave  come  to  Jesus,  praying. . . 

We  have  heard  a  cry  of  anguish. . . . 

We  have  heard  of  a  joy  fid  sound. .. 

We  hear  a  low  wailing  from  over  the 
wave 

We  know  not  wliat  it  is 

We  know  not  what's  before  ns 

We  lay  our  fruit  and  flowers 

We  lay  us  down  to  sleep 

We  lightly  speak  of  little  things  . . . 

Welcome  to  this  thrice-happy  day.. 

We'll  bear  our  burden  as  we  may. . 

We'll  go  liome,  by  and  by 

We  looked  at  evening  from  the  town 

Wo  look  to  Thee,  most  gracious  Lord 

We  mean  to  do  it  some  day 

We  measured  the  riotous  baby 

We  must  work  and  pi'ay  together.. 

We  part  on  this  green  islet 

We  plead  for  the  little  children. . . . 

We  praise  Thee,  God,  whose  boun- 
teous hand 

We  praise  thee,  O  Elohim 

We  pi  iiise  Thee,  O  God 

We  must  leave  thee, little  old  church 

We  pray  for  rest,  but  would  it  be 
true  rest 

We  qualT  a  cup  of  cold  water 

We're  a  band  of  valiant  soldiers. . . 

We're  a  band  of  busy  gleaners  ..    . 

We're  children  of  temperance.. .    . 

We  read  in  the  sacred  traditions  of 
yore 

We're  climbing  the  mount  of  bless- 
ing  

We're  going  home,  the  idght  is 
passed 

We're  going  home 

We're  saved  by  the  blood 

We're  happy,  dear  Saviour 

Wert  thou,  thoughtless,  led  away?. 

We  seek  a  city  where  each  quiet 
dweliins 

We  see  Him  not,  yet  daily  walk. . . . 

We  shall  sleep  but  not  forever.  . .    . 

Wo  should  fill  the  hours 

Wa  sing  tha  time  that's  coming   . . . 

We  sit  besiilo  the  lowerfeast,  to-day 

We  sometimes  moan  at  the  weight 
of  care 

We  speak  of  the  lan<l  of  the  blest. . 

We  stoo<l  nnecvenin!!, 'mid  .a  crowd 

We  thank  Thee,  Father,  for  the  light 


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454 
424 
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We  thank  Thee,  Lord  of  young  and 

old TA 

We  wander  up  and  down 835 

AVe  wearily  toil  up  the  hillsides 819 

We  will  brini:,  we  will  bring 327 

We  will  sweetly  sing  on  the  golden 

shore 222 

We  will  work,  we  will  work  470 

AVhat  am  I  offered  for  baby? 082 

What  are  the  loves  of  the  angels?. .  609 
W^hatare  you  doing,  O  brother,  to- 
day?   685 

Wliat  are  you  good  for,  my  brave 

little  man? '697 

What  are  we  set  on  earth  for? 442 

What!  art  thou  hurt,  sweet? 683 

What  awe  on  Mary's  spirit  fell  ....  795 

What  can  the  children  do? 661 

What  do  I  see? 3;J3 

What  did  she  give? 627 

What  do  we  leave  to  our. beloved?.  777 

What  do  we  live  for? 653 

Whate'er  I've  (lone  amiss 126 

Whatfinite  ])ower  with  ceaseless  toil  101 
What  have  I  ever  done  for  Jesus?..  496 
What  have  I  done  to  show  my  love 

for  Jesus? 467 

What  if  thou  li  vest,  evermore  alone?  875 

What  is  a  woman's  mission? 803 

What  is  my  mission?  If  I  knew 302 

What  is  this  I  hear  them  saying?  . .  668 
AVbat    said  those  women   as   they 

bore? ,364 

What  limitless  comfort,  my  Father.  872 
What  means  that  solemn  dirge?  . . .  753 
What  means  this  glorious  radiance?  205 
Wliat  means  this  great  rejoicing?..  480 
What  meanest  thou  to  ask  me  why 

I  sing? 225 

What  shall  Hay  on  the  altar  shrine?  345 

AVliat  shall  I  give  to  thee? .353 

"What  shall  it  be? C.51 

What  shall  we  offer  of  gift  to-day. .  li.5 
What  said  those  women  as  they 

bore 364 

AVliatsoever  be  our  danjier 540 

What  think  ye  of  Christ? 82 

What  though  my  heart's  darling. . .  672 
What  though  the  heavens  are  dark.  213 
What  though  we  are  late  in  the  cold 

starless  night? 200-241 

What  use  for  the  rope  if  it  be  not 

flung 816 

What !  was  it  a  dream? 756 

What  will  be  our  labors  there? 152 

What  will  Thou  have  us  to  do? 293 

What  worshippers  are  these? 319 

When  adverse  winds  and  waves  arise  389 

When  afllictions  cloud  my  sky 1.35 

When    anxious   cares  corrode   the 

breast 650 

When  a  slave's  child  lay  dying 851 

When  as  of  old  in  her  sadness 632 

When  as  returns  this  solemn  day..  33 
Whence  c.mie  such  stores  of  gold?.  30 
When    Christ's   precious   ones  are 

gat  hcred 160 

When  fades  the  sunlinht 572 

When  harvest  days  are  over 54 

When  I  awake,  my  Saviour 155 

AVben  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God.  238 

When  I  listen  to  Thy  word 1.35 

When  in  life's  most  sunny  ivath 653 

When  1  set  out  to  follow  Jesus. . . .  543 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


XXXIV 


I 


When    I    sball  go  where  my    Re- 

depnier  is i'>l 

When  is  our  Easter? 57.S 

Wlieii  Jesus  came  to  eart!i  of  old. .  ;!21 
When  Jesus   conies  to  reward  His 

servants 252 

When  last  night's  sun  went  down..  840 
When,  Lord,  they  asked,  wilt  Thou 

restore 344 

When  Mary,  moved  by  grateful  love  287 
When  Monica  lay  on  her  dying  bed  845 
When  musing  o'er  the  sin  and  woe.  487 
When  my  faith  lays  hold  of  Jesus..  ftJI 
When  my  final  farewell  to  the  world  151 

When  my  ship  comes  in 811 

When  my  way  is  hedged  about  me.  132 
When  o'er  the  heart  redeemed  from 

sin 2111 

When  of  old  the  Lord's  disciples. ..  3is 
When,    oh!   when   will  come   the 

morning 14:.' 

When  on  the  broad  Chalilean  plain.  4S4 
When  our  poorest  delights  are  nipt.  244 

When  summer  skies  bend 6.»S 

When  the  Lortl  makes  up  His  jewels  2.39 

When  the  midnight  bells "iO^i 

When    the    mists    have    rolled    in 

splendor 105 

When  the  morn  awakes  in  beauty..  648 
When  the  morning  stars  chanted. .  430 
'When    the    pale    niessenger,    with 

silent  footfall 224 

When  the  storms  of  life  are  raging.   215 

When  the  work  of  day  is  done 1()2 

When  the  youthful  fever  of  the  soul  0(»7 

When  they  gi)  silently 170 

When   Thou,  my  righteous  judge, 

shall  come 2.54 

When  toiling  along  over  desert  and 

plain. ^ 215 

When  watching  those  we   love  and 

prize 125 

"When  waves  of  trouble  round   me 

swell l".*? 

When  we  are  old  enough  to  vote. ..  6(>;> 

When  we  have  tried  with 613 

When  we  meet  in  fields  Elysian. ...  173 
When  will  this  monster  demon  ...  477 

When  with  sorrow  the  costly 61S 

When  wounded  sore,  the  stricken 

soul 509-241 

"Where  art  thou?  O  thou  Church  of 

God 113 

Wliere  did  you  buy  her?  68(5 

Where  do  you  journey,  my  brother?  530  , 
Wherefore  drink  with  me,   friends.  .544 
Where  creen  Chautauqua's  arches.  629  I 

Where  is  the  unknown  coimtry? 1.52 

Where  sball  we  make  her  grave?. ..  637 1 


Where  the  purple  haze .57 

Wlu^re  waiiderist  llicm  through  eve- 
ning mists? 07 

Where  wilt  thou  put  thy  trust? 205 

Which  is  the  best  of  all  the  trees'?..   705 

Which  shall  it  be? (i.")l 

While  across  Time's  ocean 677 

While  in  toil  and  in  weariness  here  27i 
While  the  weary  world  is  sleeping  .  274 
While  Thee  I  sei'k.j)rotecting  Tower  204 
While    verdant   hill  and    blooming 

vale .'!•"> 

While  we  reckon  up  thy  years  .  .  .  72i'> 
"White  as  snow!"'  O  wbatapromise  523 
While  lay  the  world   in   her  burial 

web 799 

White  was  her  hair 588 

Who  has  tried  and  proved  the  Gos- 
pel?   397 

Who  Cometh  fn mi  Kdom? 030 

Who  is  on  the  I.onl's  side? 049 

Who  is  this  upon  Xazareth  hill?.  ..  415 
Who   knows   how  Dear  my   life's 

expended?  20"^ 

Who  will  greet  me  first  in  Heaven?  175 
Who  will  take  care  of  me?  Darling, 

you  say 681 

Why  am  I  here? 5111 

Why  art  thou  so  weak  and  weary?.  402 

Why  do  men  wander? 7-30 

Why  do  you  bring  oblations  vain?  .  18.') 
Why  do  you  sing  of  Grecian  myths?  79() 

Why  do  we  always  mourn? 032 

Why  shouM  I  long  for  rest? 50.'! 

Why  should  we  covet  the  joy  IKi 

Why  perish  with  cold  and  with  hun- 
ger?    1S4 

Why  should  we  be  discouraged?.  .     207 

Why  stand  ye  here  idle? 431-491 

Why  thus  longing,  thus  forever  sigh- 
ing  570 

Wliy  wrapjied  he  not  a  martyr's  robe  370 
Will  you  play  7ne  the  songs  that  you 

played  loiisi  ago? 843 

Wild,  harsh  and  discordant 703 

Wild  weather  out.><ide 7.'JV 

Will  it  ever  grow  hard  with  toiling.  087 

Will  you  decide  for  Jesus? 522 

Wilt  Thon  hear  the  voice  of  praise.  91 
Wingsl  wings!  to  leave  the  level. . .  779 

With  careless  feet,  and  dim 802 

With   doors    unbarred    our   Afric 

stands 370 

Within  a  dreary,  narrow  room .   ...  804 

Within  my  home  that 839 

Within  these  quiet  walls,  O  Lord..  473 
Within  Thy  hand.  Creator,  Lord.  ..  40:! 
With  joyous  haste  along  the   busy 

street 835 


With  latid  and  loud  Ih.nnksglvlng. .  270 

With  morning  light  I  say .'ija 

Withno  pillowed  liead  on  the  stormy 

«h'ep 210 

'"With  one  accord"  the  day 443 

Without  life's  shadows  darkly  fall. .  5:W 
Without  Thee,  gain  is  only  loss  .  . .  95 
Without  the  snow  lies  drifted  . ..  .  s:57 
Willi  reverent  love  and  graliiude  . .  (125 

\Vith  such  a  grovc'ling  heart .".52 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around  .  . .  l(rt> 
With  the  eyes  of  our  faiih  on  the 

hill  of  the  Lord 4:,2 

With  this  promise .i(Jl 

With  tottering  step (;(i3 

With  us  in  oiu-  wanderings 17tJ 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming AU) 

Work  on  !  Kentucky  brother (;2S 

World  u  ithout  end  I   1(>4 

Workmen,  as  I  see  you  resting 431 

Would  westand,  ()  Christian  women  401 

Would  you  be  young  again 855 

Wrapped  in  fine  linen,  odorous  with 

spices 260 

Wrapped  in  the  glory  of  noonday 

sun 303 

Wrap  the  broad  canvass  close! 810 

Write  it  on  the  palace  gate 145 

Ye    angels    who    stand   round   the 

throne 1.39 

Years  ago,  there  came  a  footfall  . . .  (i27 

Ye  grand  men  of  our  early  day 750 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ 381 

Yes,  a  wave,  another  wave 4K) 

Yes,  He  knows  the  way  is  dreary. . .  503 
Yes,  I  am  waiting.  Lord,  and  it  is 

sweet 290 

Yes,  1  walk  in  the  shadow .3*.;7 

Y<'.  speak-  of  heaven,  a  home  of  bliss  ;!47 

Yes,  we  bid  you  welcome CQi 

Yis,  ye  are  few 751 

Ye  watchers  for  the  blessed  light...  .342 
Ye,  who  in  the  field  of  human  life  .  377 
Yielded   to  God  in    body,  soul  and 

spirit 626 

You  are  late  to-night,  John .508 

You  came  to  us  once.  O  brothers  . .  70.{ 
You  come  and  go  again  uncomforted  830 
You  give  your  little  child  a  costly 

book 720 

You  have  read  of  the  Moslem  palace  372 

You  may  sing  to  tin?  praise (■(«J9 

Your  birthday!  and  what  can  I  ask?  804 
Young  sj)iril  freed  from  bondage.  . .  174 

Vour  childhood  hours  so  wild 715 

You  tell  me  that  tin?  summer 5»<>9 

You  think  I  choose  asuhject 609 

You've  been  seeking  through  life,  O 

my  brother 503 


INDEX  SPECIAL  TOPICS. 


INDEX  SPECIAL  TOPICS. 


Anniversary 41,  43,  46,  91,  317,  324,  C29,  723,  831 

Baptismal  Hymns     ............  .  85,  8G,  88 

Birtliday  745 

Children's  Day 55,  86,  91,  313,  324,  330,  416,  418 

ChrlsUining 676,  694 

Christmas 16,  73,  74,  75,  81,  340,  377,  421,  459,  586,  671,  703,  705,  795 

Comfort  and  Consolation  .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .         .        713,  718,  728 

Communion 95,  97,   100,   191,  197 

Consecration  291,  301,  304,  618 

Crusade  484,  489,  644 

Decoration  Day 565,  661,  695 

Dedication 43,  473,  474 

Dialogues 347,  415,  419,  650 

Easter 189,  190,  193,   195,  315,  578,  798 

Flower  Mission        ................        582 

Foreign  Mission  Sermon  .............  370 

Fourth  of  July 654,  657 

Funeral  Occasions         .         • 143,  161,  163,   170,  172,  176 

Golden  Wedding 723,  728 

Home  Mission  Sermon         ..............  431 

Lullaby 690,  695 

Memorial  Day  ................      768 

Memorials  564,  637,  638,  706,  709,  785,  827,  848,  849,  856,  873 

New  Year's  290,  291,  663 

Nursery 679,  688,  697 

Patriotic 750,  755,  758 

Prohibition  585,   607,  609 

Readings  and  Recitations 555,  560,  562,  564,  565,  588,  620 

Recitations  for  Boys 331,  759,  760,  811 

Shut-in  Ones 582,  583 

Silver  Wedding      ................  727 

Thanksgiving  .............      54,  56,  57,  61,  752 

Woman 628,  802,  804,  829,  836,  882 


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mer     -    cy       is       on  them  that 


:^E5 


-C3 

Ped 


*         /^cd 


n/.  /  a  tempo  energieo. 


d: 


rt2=>- 


fear         hiiu  from  gen  -  e   -  ra  -  tion  to        gen  -  e  -  ra   -  tion. 


fe5HS£3=«=J£r« 


=e« 


|=g^j=g=^^fj^^ 


He    hatli  sliow  -  ed  strength  with  his 


5^^=^ 


It: 


C — ^ K 1 1 •- 


18 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


^m^ 


m^^^ 


^^^^^^fi^ 


-^ — #>- 


r::t^^=ti 


:=trn 


arm,       ho    liiilh  scat    -  t^r-ed       the     proud        in        tlie  iiu  -  ag   -  in  -    a  -  tion        of        tlieir    hearts; 


mfpiu  mosM. 


lie        hatli    put    down      the    might -y         from    their      seats  and  hath    ex    -  alt     -      ed  tliem       of 


=?ii 


izh^zt: 


I**— P>- 


^^F=Sr 


m 


tz-- 


S^i 


■.%^-^:zMt:zJi 


IIU: 


±~^i=^9^^=mz 


sr- 


low  de  -  groe,      lie      hath       fill    -    ed        the     hun    -  gry      with        good things    and      the 


-^ — 13-- 


:■=«: 


r=t: 


•- ^- 


~^- 


::5^= 


izz:^: 


-=nm il: 


^=r 


1^-5: 


=535- 


a!fi_i^d:=ji. 


■3=1^ 


W==^^=i: 


:3^=5: 


rich         lie    hath     sent      eiup  -  ty    a    -    way; 


he    hath      hoi  -  pen    his    ser    -  vant 


^±1 


V 


"9--^ 


— I — --4 — ^ 4— -I— ^T^ — -' — — ! '     I    !— -; "  "i p— ^— i"^- 

*       *    15:  i^i^:-*-  I     I    -S-    :S:    -5-:^^  ^.^^ 


i 


-^ *- 


I 


c?-- 


PRAISE. 


19 


;t=zm: 


-jL=mL 


:3l==f: 


1^^ 


:t=: 


:c2: 


t=^ 


Is 


ra  -  el 


in     re  -  mem  -  brance  of        his 


cy 


as      be  spake  by  the 


:.:^ 


-L2ZZZI 


« — »-• J -1- m » m-^ * — *■ — ^u-^^—'-kW — «-H- 

52*-  —        / 


~==t- 


:M= 


to: 


1221 


:-g: 


B<s'-. 


s2 


^ 


Pc</ 


Ped 


^ 


'-^l 


X 


-^- 


^^ 


Fa 


thers       to 


Pe^i 


i 


A    -   bra  -  bam        and 


to      bis     seed 


f 


i; 


z  r=2: 


■m^ 


:S-: 


r  ::2:2: 


Perf 


Perf 


:p2: 


for    -    ev  -  er. 


:^--l. 


1=- 


P 


^ 


fe?^ 


yr 


^i=S 


-— 1       K       S     jS       S 


zrpz- 


Aud     Ma    -  ry      a-bode    with    her      a-bout  three  months 


And    re  - 


I 


ii± 


ET.H 


i 


zt 


i 


m 


Ped 


~B 


->si- 


-  -  «<:ri- 


tjz:^ 


:ig^ 


5& 


Ped 


Ped 


^tF^t=^ 


■N^e   T*-- 


PetZ 


n=^ 


1 


fc=^ 


:i=p: 


-si- 


:t= 


turned  to    her  own     home... 


Ped 


g 


■e(/ 


Pet/       Pe</ 


Ped 


^ 


j^fc^ 


R.H. 


^. 


-i 


Z./A 


ig:^":^    ^r 


V'Cf/ 


/'ed 


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20 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 
ImcribvJ  to  Dr.  and  Mrs.   H.  R.  Palmer. 


TE  DEUM. 


From  Hoyftl  Anthem  Book,  by  per.  Mm.  C.  H.  Scott. 

m  Allefjrelto. 


Mrs.  C.  H.  Scott, 


\m>i^ 


4—3^^ — -'--r- 


ST=p^ 


:*— g-g: 


:U^=\zz=t 


■■^.^-m~^- 


n=t2=t=: 


rjr: 


We  praise  Thee,  O    Lord,  We  acknowledge  Thee  to     be     the  Lord,  All  the  earth  doth  worship  Thee,  the 


4-=: 


.^mdt 


:=J=idM 


El^Et^ 


atut 


I — L—j « — ^ 


We  praise  Thee,  O    God ; 


lim 


i:: 


"?:2:z:=ri 


1^ 


All  the  earth  doth  worship  The^  the 

/ 


tt==t2=C: 


:p: 


:j*=jKZ=jif: 


=^:4=r!=:=li 


-fs,.a_,  I 


:g=^= 


ri;r=c: 


:t: 


X 


;P2 


t=-- 


--=;- 


3^ 


-J=--— H. 


Fa  •  ther   ev    -  er  -  last  -  ing.     To  Thee  all      an  -  gels  cry    a  -  loud;  The  heav'ns  and     all  the  pow'rs  therein, 


:=l: 


;=Qn 


Fa  -  ther  ev    -  er  -  last  -  ir.g.     To  Thee  all      au  -  gels  cry    a  -  loud;  The  heav'ns  and    all  the  pow'rs  therein. 


-r— g- 


-^. — ^ 


^Z^-l-- 


-| — Y^~''~^  -'*  ~g~g  "g'^n  • 


Lento. 


-^     pc; 


lg=^ 


To    Thee,  Cher  -  u  -  bim     and  Se-raph-im  con-tin-ual  -  ly    do  cry. 


^±±^ 


Ho  -  ly,    Ho  -  ly,     Ho  -  ly. 


To     Thee,  Cher-  u  -  bim      and   Se-raph-ini  con-tin-ual  -  ly    do  cry. 


Ho  -  ly,    Ho  -  ly,    Ho  -   ly, 


I 


t: 


;*=;*= 


:&!=t^:=t2=5!^ 


g=g=»^:z^ 


4?=t^=U= 


ici: 


jgd-v-gji^p 


j:=ziv::j=t 


ZMtlZ^Z 


:^=1= 


iitii: 


Lord  God    of    Sa  -  ba-oth;  Heav'n  and  earth  are  full,  are  full        of      the 

^fa  tempo  pr'imo. 


Lord   God    of    Sa    -  ba-olh;    Heav'n  and  earth  are    full 


^3=3=^siW^ 


of     the  maj  -  es  -  ty      of  Thy    glo 

.(^ g- 


ry, 


X 


rtiz=I=: 


?^ 


W^-iT 


1^ 


Heav'n  and  earth  are  full, 


are 


full 


of,    the 


PRAISE. 


21 


±=*3a» 


^^J^-^-^ 


T=r 


rU: 


-wtix—cr 


maj  -  es  -  ty,   are    full  of    the  niaj-es  -  ty      of    Thy    glo  -  ry.       I  The  glorious  company  I 

I  uf  the  a{)08tle8  | 


r^-t 


praise  Thee, 


z ^.__^_.^  J-    .^" — » — ■ — 1^~|^— I « 1 — I- 


d. 


z^-rrprzl 


Ileav'n  and  earth  are     full  of    the  inaj-es  -  ty      of      Tliy    g'"  -  O'-       I  The  glorious  rompany 

I  uf  thu  apostles  |  praise  Tliev, 


-» ^ 


r  ^  r 


1^ 


:^i=n 


:?:: 


:?2- 


:lic=tz=c 


m 


::#=:h; 


3: 


y:— cz 


uiaj  -  es  -  ty,   are    full  of    the  maj-es  -  ty      of    Thy 


X 


■X 


■X 


Izg^-^ ^: 


-.CtZZZJr 


-^ 


Tiie  tjoodly  foHowshipl  ITIie  noble  annyl  ITlin  holy  churrh  thro'-  Idothac-lcnowledgG  Tiiee. 

of  the  prophets  I  praise  Thee,  I  of  martyrs  IpraiseThee,  loutall  the  world  I 


^_;!2: 


c^—. 


-z^- 


-Jdzi 


::^==fs: 


in 


Tho  goodly  fellowship  i  i  The  nohle  army  i  i  The  holy  church  thro'-  [ 

of  till- prophets  ]  praise  Thee,  |  of  martyrs  |  praise  Thee,  |  out  all  the  world  I  doth  acknowledge  Thee. 


rsJ^-1 


S 


"r? — n' 


JC2Z 


e=ff: 


Solo.  Tknor.  Andante  aostenuto. 


:^3: 


:5&=i!==i5b5H: 


t^l 


^    m  f- 


The 


Fa 


ther 


of 


in    -  fi 


-^~;^ 


nite 


Maj     -  es  -    ty;      Thine    a 


^a-.-+-.— H- 


#    # 


-^  -1^    '  ^' 


d: 


3^ 


:s±:B^— :=s 


fe^"^-F 


--^- 


-:=*- 


-■S-v- 


^^^^^^^^m 


-=?2" 


dor    -   a  -  hie,  true    and     on    -  ly        Son, 


Al    -  so,  the  IIo   -   ly    Ghost,  the       Com  -  fort  -  er. 


lfe--=t^ 


s;=r 


X 


^^-- 


■0Z1 


:^ 


3^ 


'&<- 


.-r^: 


2^: 


:?=: 


-O-i 


r 


~l 


22 


WOAfAJV  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


±L 


ff  Tempo  prima. 


^=S:^^ 


T^ 


X 


De 


cres 


do. 


-« — ha ha ha- 


^ — g-V=:;?      l^      U: 


:?2i 


?:^^:^ 


Thou  art  the  King  of  Glo  -  ry,      O Christ,  Thou  art  the  ev  -  er  -  last  -  ing  Son    of   the      Fa     -    ther. 


m-^   0    0     ^ — m- 


s 


:5t=i: 


-^    ^  -1^—1^ ' — —-^-^ — -^ ' ^ — ^— t** — ^ — ^ — i  _ 

Thou  art  the  King  of  Glo  -  ry,      O Christ,  Thou  art  the   ev  -  er  -  last  -  ing  Son    of    the      Fa      -    ther, 


JDe  -    crex 


do.' 


~<r=y~~y 


g=gg=^=tg— V — £?:  ig^^^t?- 


:dJ 


Solo.  Alto.  Andante. 


:=*: 


M^=q: 


x^g: 


qi^. 


tm 


'i?=i: 


It 


:ci: 


When  Thou  tookest  upon  Thee  to  <le  -  liv    -    er  man,Thoudid"st  humble  Thyself  to  he  born  of    a      vir-gin 


-^-^-.S 


^274ic2: 


±4; 


i»tr=^ 


:^=^ 


_C2: 


221 


■£?- 


:^^*- 


_S=s2: 


"C7- 


==1:r 


73" 


u4  tempoprimo 


-i^-^- 


MIZILMIZX, 


(*(*(* 


lg=r-r- 


5=;g-tt=;t2=p: 


■--.&- 


-^^ 


!iO* 


When  Thou  hadst  overcome  the  sharpness  of  death,Thou  did'st  opeu  the  kingdom  of  heav'n  to  all  be-liev  -    ers.Tliou 


When  Thou  hadst  overcome  the  sharpness  of  death, Thou  did'st  open  the  kingdom  of  heav'n  to  all  be-liev   -    ers.Thou 


rcl 


::==j==t 


■^-»-ts>— ^'^g: 


:=J=:^d=l: 


:i=it-p2r=p: 


=tz=>: 


-0  mm 


:^r^r\^z^ 


9 ,-f=2- 


t-. 


a^l 


^^ss^s^^l^i^ 


^  Lento. 


^-:Sitz=^ 


Ht?^ 


I^it 


-•-  *;^— ^■ 


t;^ 


sittest  at  the  right  hand  of  God  in  the   glo-ry     of  the    Father.  We  believe  that  Thou  shalt  come  to  be  our  Judge. 


^^.zi^mN^^z 


^^-. 


jMtzMizMzJ^- 


:,l=^t- 


=t: 


^F^ 


:^=i1^=^ 


IP 


sittest  at  the  right  hand  of  God  in  the    glory      of  the    Father.  We  believe  that  Thou  shalt  come  to  be  our  Judge. 


eH^l 


-n- 


-X:=^ 


m 


Andante. 


PRAISE. 
Solo.  Sons.  Expressivo. 


23 


:^=^^s=5 


Zit-J^ 


^--^ 


^ 


-<s>-- 


:=r: 


*■ — •!— 

Wc  therefore  pray  Thec,Iielp  Thy      sen 


-* — ^■- 


F^i=^ 


vants,Tliy  servants  whom  Thou  hast  re- 


a?^i3 


(2- 


^s- 


:s^=: 


fe!i 


-  -IS- 


-is- 


±st 


;*t=ir 


zzm 


w — gji 


E^ 


:i?z=(?i 


:t=: 


=m^^ 


ztzrK 


z:^! 


:-1 — !=: 


•« — »^- 
dcem     -     0(1,    We    pray  Thee, help    Thy      sor    -    vants,  Thy  servants  whom  Thou  hast  re-deem    -  cd, 


^3i^i^^ 


§^^^^1 


@££ 


-i2- 


:d: 


S: 


I 


r^= 


:=t=: 


fei: 


-& 


^: 


Whom      Thou  hast        re  -  deem      -     ed,    re  -  deem  -  ed  with  Thy  pre    -clous    blood,. 


•  »  »  »  »^., 

« :€r ..£2 « ;:£= r.g: _^ ^^ ^ 


^==^ 


i 


^E^^« 


Tempo. 


-,-(S- 


?=sr 


^ — m^—m^'    » 


^*P^^ 


L-^-tJ-t?=;:^t;zz::^ 


g 


::^ 


i^ 


?=:: 


Make  them  to  be  numbered  with  Thy  Saints . 


glo 


ry    cv    -    er 


It; 


-*=zr*: 


^:=l=:i: 


— r 


U^Jrard^pl 


^^^ 


-J? 


Tempo. 


last 


lug. 


r*    * 


i-[ 


fl^-fcc^ 


:te 


3:B: 


p 


4- 


-4- 


24 


ti 


A  llegretto. 


pgi-^ 


^c:^: 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


1 


:S= 


t::rSg-|_Ui1=--ttg:=l= 


:Si=i. 


O  Lord, save  thy  peo  -  pie, and  bless  Thine    her- i-tage. Govern  them, and  lift  them  up  for- ev      -      er. 


-Hr- 


C^-lT-g- 


-K 


:dV=1;c 


*S^ 


"^  O  Lord, save  tlij'  peo -pie, and  bless  Thine    her- i- tage. Govern  them, and  liftthem  up  for-ev      -      er. 


'•::^ 


-m—s- 


0-0     0^^ 


rF^:| 


-r 


:t2=P 


-S^T 


L.-';.  I  I 


1»s^«i: 


^\  J     J     J     Jf-jT-g  *^     ^^ 


I*     I*     ^  — *-»--P 

-i 1 ^ ' — ^ — r 


Day    by    day    we  magni-fyThee,And  we  worship  Thy  name  ever  world  without  end.     Day    by    day     we 


i 


>:=:^ 


-<»-„>- 


"y~":jaz 


Day     by    day    we  magni- fy  Thee,  And  we  worship  Thy  name  ever  world  without  end.     Day    by    day      we 

f»   ^   !       !  f-* 


-m—^-=- 


^- 


^?-»-*- 


fe^^^^S^ 


mag-ni-fy    Thee,     day  by  day    we    mag-ni-fy    Thee,     And  we  worship  Thy  name  ev-er  world  without      end. 


/C5-<> — ' — - — I  — -_^^=^  -  -■! — ^— ■! «^-»— •— • — m-^-m-  YM — ^ — •— »— « 1 1     '  1^-  -«y — « — •-'W-  -sit-F 


mag-ni-fy    Thee,     day  by  day    we    mag-ni-fy    Thoc,     And  we  worship  Thy  name  ev- or  world  without      end. 


- — m^^)?m- 


;.rr-^=l?: 


ipz: 


»»-»^ 


:S=i= 


iffiS: 


-| — \ — ?-£?- 


fif>p=F- 


:^---ap= 


t=t=f: 


;^ 


I 


Solo.  Daimtone. 

HUncly  and  rritli  expression. 

-     :&  -<=2-  -<^^  ^ 


@^^gigg^g^s 


^     ip- 


r-^  i»  ^- 


i: 


^^t=^ 


^=2- 


ilii 


Vouch-  safe,  O    Lord,  to  keep  us  this  day  with-  out   sin,         to  keep  us,  to    keep      us  this  day  with-  out  sin. 


Andante. 


PRAISE. 

Mosao. 


25 


:^±: 


- — p- 


^^igg^^^ig^g=g^Eg:^^^E^^|;^gg| 


O  Lord,  liave    mer  -  cy,have  lucr  -  cy  up  -  on    us,  O  Lord,  let  Thy  mercy   he  iip-ou  us,  as  our  trust   is    ia 

-9~o  I  ^    ^ ^-.  „       -A — 


^^S^Ei^ 


C3 — -I — *   -C: 1 — ^-[-S — -^ — *--* — I* — • — «— 1»— 1»— *-f-«— *— a — ^-4i ^ — iT  . 


O  Lord,  have    mer  -  cy.have  mer  -  cy  up  -  on    us,  0  Lord,  let  Thy  mercy  be  up  -  on  us,  as  our  trust    is    in 


/. 


g 


f>— 5" 


:i=:p=pr:, 


p:=p: 


-m—m-m-m- 


Enl^np: 


y-g-k'i^. 


-t: 


>-r-.^: 


^  Deciso. 

-;>- — 1-; — h 


^.V.- 


:^;^ 


:^= 


t:; 


U--* 


:=t=|: 


:^a=p: 


*>    ^'^ 


^  ^  J~y 


:(»=i«=?c:pcj»r^ 


{2=1?:  n^-'   L^    U-  I     I     L^  L^  tg=U:  rr^zni^ 


^31 


Thee.  O  Lord,  In  Thee,  in      Thee  have  I  trusted,  Let  me nev-er,    let  me  nev-er,nev-er  be  confound 
8.    .       .  ..]...     X    ■      ' 


ed. 


Thee.  O  Lord,  in  Thee,  in      Thee  have  I  trusted.  Let  me  nev-er,    let  me  nev-er  be        con     -  found    -     ed. 


ZLZZ^-i 


±;t=: 


=ir^ 


-J- 


:^=P- 


-r-rV-^rg^::^ 


:U-U-U«=U:±^^a 


nev-cr   be  con-found 


m 

ed. 


THE  HEAVENS  DECLARE  THE  GLORY. 


, I 

^ 

1 

MARY  FRAVrFS  FNGUSH. 
West  Mitchell,  luwa.  May.  U>&3. 

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heav  ns 

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Clare 

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m — 

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■-—c? — 
God; 

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firm      -      a  -  ment 

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shew  -  elh     his    hand  -    i    -  worlc.        Day         un  -    to    day      ut  -  ter  -  elh  speech,  and  night      uu    -    to 


-m (•■ 


-0-   g^      -^      -g?- 


^    I 


§•: 


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fe"  .>«— ^-^-r"  ^     ^ 





,  ^  , 

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^^i 

night  shew-  eth  knowledge. There     is 

1     f  s,-    r  r  r  '     I 

no    spoecli    nor        language,where  their  voice 
+ 1 

is     not        heard. 
^m 

26 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


f.    ^     0  f^ 

r-^ 

.     ^      -c.- 

m   • 

~i* — r~" 

1 

— » ' 

• >-5 

n-TS. 

^ — 

— ^ —  . 

&^.=m^—m—'^ 

n-^- 

zzl^pirrqi^ 

=!)■■     IB-: 

=t 

■  m- 

=)■          ^ 

F=^= — 

— m 

'^ 

J       1        > 

Praise      ye    him, 

, ,.  ...  tr H-   p 

1 

sua 

-^• 
l.t= 

>     1 

and  luooD 
-^     -^2. 

1-  -r- 

— 1          1 

r 

;  praise 

■m-' 

r     T" 

f— — :— 

>     1 
him    all 

*  f 

1 
ye 

i" 

stars 

-V — t 

of    light, 

r-  ^- 
"^S — P 

1 

Praise 

IS 

t" 

him 

r- 

— 1 — 

1 

ye 

•^- 
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( 

l'^5=r--5-r- 

:p — 

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fouisa  gar  sons  Jiopkins. 

Lonisa  Parsons  Hopkins  Is  a  graduate  of  FrainiiiKhara.  Mass.,  State 
Normal  School.  She  is  the  author  of  "Motherhood,"  and  "The  Breath 
of  Field  aud  Shore,"  from  which  the  folIowiuK  hymn  of  praise  is  taken, 
by  her  pormisaiou.  Some  of  her  stanzas  rise  to  a  poetic  height  tliat  is 
rare.  Very  much  thatslie  has  written  has  been  done  under  a  multitude 
of  pressing  duties.  In  obedience  to  that  Instinct  for  expression  which 
indicates  the  mission  of  the  bearen-born  poet. 


1 


ELOHIM. 


"We  praise  thee,  O  Elohim, 

Throned  in  the  cloud! 
Swift  lightnings  express  thee, 

And  thunderings  loud; 
Sweep,  burst  like  a  whirlwind 

From  height  unto  height, 
Grand  chorus  of  tnun]iets 

Proclaiminji  his  miifht! 

2  Unclothed  are  the  mountains, 

And  naked  and  hoar 
The  ancient  rocks  tremble 

Tiiy  presence  before. 
In  thick  clouds  and  darkness 

Thy  majesty  hide, 
For  the  day  of  thy  coming, 

Ah!  who  may  abide! 

3  O'er  foot-scorching  deserts 

Thy  sun-arrows  smite. 
Devouring  fire, 

Thy  glory  and  light! 
Till  in  great  rock-sluidows 

The  heat  fades  away, 
And  the  cool  rest  of  eventide 

Endeth  the  day. 

4  Hark!  hark!  from  the  rock-cleft 

We  hear  thee  proclaim, 
"Long-suffering,  merciful!" 

Gracious,  new  name ! 
O,  gentle  hand-cover! 

O,  soft  touch  of  love! 
O,  heart  like  a  mother. 

Our  weakness  above! 

5  Thy  flock  like  a  sliepherd 

Thou'st  tenderly  led, 
In  thirsty  land  nourished. 

In  barren  laud  fed. 
No  longer  thy  glory 

Our  spirits  appall, 
But  patience  and  tenderness 

Covereth  all. 

6  Ye  zones  of  winds  nishing. 

Ye  streams  of  the  sea, 
Ye  desert-wells  gushing 

Perennial  and  fr(>e. 
Ye  fountains  of  waters 

And  gathering  rain, — 
Join  all  your  glad  voices 

To  swell  the  refrain ! 


7  Ye  giand  rock-hewn  temples, 

Shafts  piercing  the  skies, 
Ye  stairways  of  angels 

From  Sinai  that  rise; 
Yc  great  congri-galion. 

Redeemed  by  his  rod, — 
Awake  the  grand  anthem 

To  Israel's  God! 

8  Touch  gently,  O  maidens. 

The  timbrel  and  lute! 
Sing  softly,  sweet  singers, 

Ilarsli  cymbals,  l>e  nuite! 
But  let  the  liarjj's  yearning 

Breathe  out  on  tiu;  air 
The  sweetne.ss  of  worsiiip, 

The  nearness  of  prayer! 

9  Toss  high,  O  yp  palm-trees. 

Your  cincralil  plumes! 
Bright  tani.iri.sk  blo.s.soms, 

Waft  wide  your  perfumes! 
Wave,  purj)le  aciwia. 

Your  tassels  abroad, 
And  offer  sweet  incense 

To  Israel's  God. 


LOUISA  PASSOXa  BOPXIKS. 


^nnc  Slfflf. 


MiBB  Anne  Steele  was  bom  In  1716  and  died  In  1778.  She  was  the 
daugliter  of  a  Baptist  clergyman  and  wrote  more  than  one  hundred  and 
forty  hymns,  most  of  which  were  first  published  in  Eughiud,  her 
natire  country.  She  frequently  wrote  under  the  uom  dt  pluau  of 
•TEhoodosia." 


ADORATION. 

John  1: 14. 

1  Awake,  awake  the  sacred  sons: 

lo  our  incarnate  Lord! 
Let  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
Adore  th'  eternal  Word. 

2  Th.it  awful  Word,  that  sovereign  Power, 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  nuuK- — 
Oil.  haj)py  morn!  illustrious  hour  I — 

Was  once  in  llesh  arrayed  I 
8  Then  shone  almighty  power  and  love. 

In  all  their  glorious  forms. 
When  Jesus  left  his  tliron*'  al)ove, 

To  dwell  with  sinful  worms! 
4  Adoring  angels  tuned  their  songs 

To  JiaLI  the  joyful  day; 
With  rapture,  then,  let  mortal  tongues 

Their  grateful  worshij)  j)ay. 
6  Wliat  glory,  Ivonl,  to  Tliee  is  due! 

With  wonder  we  mlore; 
But  could  we  singa.s  angels  do. 

Our  highest  jmiisc  were  poor. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


CORONATION. 

C.  M. 

1  Lord,  wlicii  luy  riiptiirol  lhoiij;lit  surveys 

Creation's  l)t'aiitirs  d'cr. 
All  iiatiirc  joins  to  teach  'J'liy  praise, 
And  hid  my  soul  iwlore. 

2  Where'er  I  turn  my  j;azin<;  eyes, 

Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine; 
Ten  thousand  ])!e:using  M'onders  rise, 
And  speak  tiieir  source  divine. 

3  On  me  Thy  providence  hath  shono 

With  irenth',  smiling  rays; 
O  let  my  lips  and  life  make  known 
Thy  goodness  and  Thy  praise. 

4  All-bounteous  Lord,  Thy  grace  impart; 

O,  teach  me  to  improve 
Thy  gifts,  with  ever-grateful  heart, 
And  crown  them  with  Thy  love! 


y.KNE  BTEELK. 


Sirs.  Carrie  f.  gost. 


Mrs.  Carrie  L.  Post  was  bom  1824,  in  Ashford,  Uonu.  She  has  written 
quite  citcneiTely  for  various  i)a;)er8  and  periodicals,  promiiieut  among 
which  are  The  Advance,  The  Sunday  Magazine,  Life  and  Li^'ht,  and 
the  Illiuois  State  Journal. 


JEHOVAH'S  DWELLING-PLACE, 
s.  M. 

Tune,  Boylston. 

1  There  is  a  truth  so  great 

Nature  dare  not  deny, 
Yet  foolish  man  sits  in  debate 
And  doubts  a  God  on  high ! 

2  "In  my  warm  rays  He  dwells," 

Saith  the  uprising  sun. 
And  crimson  sky  at  twilight  tells 
Who  hath  its  tinting  done. 

3  Gently  the  falling  dew 

Freshens  the  sunburnt  sod. 
And  wliispers  sweetly,  "Unto  you 
I  am  .Jehovah,  God." 

4  "In  me,"  the  thunder  roars; 

"In  me,"  the  rain-drops  cry; 

"In  (jur  pavilion  upward  soars," 

The  gathering  clouds  rei)ly. 

5  "And  on  my  speedy  wings 

Uideth,"  the  whirlwind  saith; 
Th(!  perfumed  air,  obeying,  briiig.s 
His  ever-(|uickening  breath. 

6  Tlie  gainiers  full  of  grain. 

The  tx-eming  earth  and  sea. 
Sing  evermore  the  glad  refrain, 
".Khovah  dwells  in  me." 

7  Tlu!  insect  chir]>s  his  thanks. 

And  drinks  his  drop  of  dew; 
Wliit(^  violets  on  mossy  banks. 
How  sweet  God  maketh  vou! 


8  An  old,  old  Book  I  turn, 

Scanning  its  leaves  all  o'er, 
Jehovah's  <lw(lling-|)lace,  I  learn. 
Is  fixed — forevermore. 

9  Yet  a  more  powerful  voice 

Than  all  combined  can  be. 
Sings  me  this  song,  and  I  rejoice, 
"Jehovah  dwells  in  me." 

CAKBIK   L.   POST. 

Springfield,  UL,  188a 

AT  THE  MERCY  SEAT. 

8'8  k  T»  double. 

1  God  is  in  His  holy  temple ! 

Let  the  waiting  peojjle  bow 
At  the  mercy-seat,  im])loring 

Ilim  a  blessing  to  bestow ; 
For  the  sins  of  .strange  omission, 

For  the  wrong  which  we  have  done. 
Let  us  humbly  J)ray  for  pardon 

Thro'  the  dear  atoning  One. 

2  God  is  in  His  holy  temple! 

Worshiping,  let  us  adore, 
Telling  o'er  the  wondrous  story 

How  the  Lamb  our  sins  once  bore, 
That  our  souls,  all  stained  with  crimson. 

Pure  and  spotless  might  become. 
Ready  at  the  feast  to  gather 

When  He  calls  His  children  home. 

3  Let  glad  songs  and  sweet  hosannas 

From  each  tuneful    voice  arise. 
Songs  of  praises,  which  like  incense, 

IMount  above  these  lower  skies; 
Till  our  earthly  service  ended, 

We  with  saints  above  unite 
In  the  everlasting  chorus, 
"Unto  Him  be  power  and  might! ' 

SUSIE     V.    ALDHICn. 

Boston,  1883. 

IN  HIS  TEMPLE. 

1  God  is  in  His  temple  now; 

God,  Jehovah!  King  of  kings! 
All  the  angels  lowly  bow. 

Veil  their  faces  with  their  wings. 
Oh,  my  soul,  thyself  abase ! 

Who  .shall  stand  before  His  face? 

2  Oh,  Thou  One  of  Ancient  Days, 

Just  and  holy  is  thy  name ; 
Solemn,  fearful  is  thy  praise 

AVhom  our  highest  notes  defame: 
Holy  reverence,  deep  and  strong. 

Checks  our  prayer  and  stills  our  song. 

3  God  in  Heaven  above  the  skies, 

I,  on  earth,  how  wide  the  space! 
From  my  heart,  a  bridge  of  sighs 

liises  to  that  holy  place  ; 
But  the  Lofty  One,  the  guest. 

Comes  to  visit  contrite  dust. 

JENNY    CUIND    BEAUCIIAMP. 


PRAISE. 


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glargartt  6,  Minslolu. 

Margaret  R  Winslnw  is  regarded  as  one  of  the  fliiost  of  American 
poets.  She  boa  written  (or  many  papers  aiiJ  periuiliciila,  among  tli-iu 
the  iVew  York  Observer,  and  has  numerous  poems  published  in  vari- 
ous Volumes.     8he   is  also  domi{  mueh  i;oo<l  as  a  Uoapvl  Temi>erauue 

EvaiigBiist.  TWO  TEMPLES. 

"Which  temple  yn  arc." 

1  Two  temples  God  hath  buihled  Ilim, 

His  dwelling  place  to  he, 
Tlie  one  is  rootVd  with  hluo  and  gold 

And  paved  with  earth  and  sea; 
Its  pillars  are  the  forest-shafts; 

Its  oi'gan-swell,  the  bret^ze; 
The  echoes  of  its  symphonies 

Float  wide  among  the  trees. 

2  Within  this  temple's  treasure-vault 

All  gold  and  jewels  lie, 
Witii  every  precious  thought  of  God 

Inwrought  in  earth  or  sky; 
Tlie  hidden  s|)rings  of  life  are  there, 

And  nature's  endless  chain; 
Ten  million  myriad  clasping  links, 

None  falsely  forged,  or  vaiu. 

3  No  center  of  barbaric  pomp 

Attests  the  temple's  shrine. 
No  holiest  of  the  holies;  all 

Is  perfect,  all  divine, 
Wliere  priest  and  snowy  acolyte 

Pour  ceaseless  [)raise  and  prayer; 
And  the  whole  fane  is  flushed  with  light, 

For  God  is  everywhere. 

4  The  other  temple,  poor  and  mean 

It  seemeth  unto  me, 
Narrow  and  ruinous  and  low, 

And  pitiful  to  see. 
Its  floors  and  walls  are  stained  with  sin, 

Its  chants  are  choke<l  with  tears, 
Around  the  broken  shafts  of  hopes 

Sweep  the  sad  blasts  of  fears. 

5  In  other  not  forgotten  years 

Foul  spirits  held  their  swa}'. 
And  round  its  altar  day  and  night 

Disported  in  their  play; 
And  through  the  breach  their  entrance  forced 

The  tempest  sad  and  drear 
Sweeps  unresisted,  and  maintains 

A  winter  all  the  year. 

6  Yet  He  whose  purpose  hidden  lies 

Behind  His  loving  will 
Makes  this  His  choice  abiding-place, 

And  loves  and  guards  it  still; 
Again  He  builds  its  altar-fires; 

His  Spirit  warm  and  free, 
Breathes  through  its  darkened  corridors 

Fresh  life  and  liberty. 

7  Two  temples !  One,  to  worship  grand 

By  bells  of  earth  and  air    • 
Is  calling  all  creat''d  things 
For  festal  hi^h  anil  rare. 


The  other,  where  the  Christ  abides, 

Sweet  service  day  by  day. 
With  homely  interchange  of  love. 
Doth  in  its  ritual  lay. 

8  Two  t«'mplesl  0|M;n  ey«'s  may  sec 

(jod's  glory  everywhere, 
And  earthly  ears  may  hear  the  bells 

Proclaim  it  on  the  air; 
But  in  the  lowly  and  defiled, 

Degraded  and  down-trod. 
To  see  and  prize  the  temple  still 

Is  worthy  of  a  God. 

9  So  we,  while  kneeling  in  the  great, 

While  serving  in  the  small. 
Despise  no  temple's  low  esUite, 

Since  God  hath  builded  all; 
But  seek  to  ojien  every  heart 

By  love,  and  faith,  and  prayer, 
That  Christ  may  find  His  dwelling-place 

And  temple  everywhere. 

MARGARET  E.   WINRLOTT. 

In  the  "  Chriatian  Cnion."  Saugerties.  N.  Y  ,  1875. 
ALL  THY  WORKS  SHALL  PRAISE  THEE. 

Ps.  145  :  10. 

1  There  seems  a  voice  in  every  gale, 

A  tongue  in  every  flower, 
Which  tells,  O  Lord,  the  wondrous  tale 

Of  Thy  almighty  power ; 
The  birds,  that  rise  on  quivering  wing. 

Proclaim  their  IMaker's  praise, 
And  all  the  mingling  sounds  of  spring 

To  Thee  an  anthem  raise. 

2  Shall  I  be  mute,  great  God,  alone 

'Midst  nature's  loud  acclaim  ? 
Shall  not  my  heart  with  answering  tone, 

Breathe  forth  Thy  holy  name  ? 
All  nature's  debt  is  small  to  mine; 

Nature  shall  cease  to  be ; 
Thou  gavest — proof  of  love  divine — 

Immortal  life  to  me. 


URN.    AMELIA   OPII 


HEAVEN  ON  EARTH. 

CM. 

1  Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart. 

Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue  ; 
And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 
Their  influence  to  our  song. 

2  Come,  Lord,  Thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame; 
Then  shall  our  lij)s  resound  Thy  praise. 
Our  hearts  adore  Thy  name. 

3  Dear  Saviour,  let  Thy  glory  .shine. 

And  fill  Thy  dwellings  here. 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine, 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


ISRAEL'S  GIFT.  AND  OURS. 
I. 

1  Whence'  came  such  sKtre  of  gold, 
Ami  ireasuri's  inaiiil'ohl, 

OlTcrcil  by  Israel  at  Thy  sacred  shrine, 

AVhen,  in  a  desert  land, 

'I'liey  brought,  at  'Jliy  command, 
AVitii  joyful  iieart  and  hand,  tliese  gifts  of  Thine? 

2  Egyjjtian  spoils  were  these, 
From  stately  palaces. 

Hastily  torn  from  lovely  arm  or  head, 

To  speed  their  slaves  away; 

When,  on  that  woeful  day, 
In  every  house  there  lay  the  first  born  dead? 

3  Or  did  the  mines  provide, 
On  the  bare  mountain  side, 

I'heir  wealth  of  precious  metal  for  Thy  shrine, 

I'illars  and  beams  to  enfold. 

And  form,  of  ])urest  gold, 
The  vessels  manifold  for  use  divine? 

4  With  willing  hearts  and  glad. 
Bringing  whate'er  they  had. 

They  laid  tlieir  offerings  at  Thy  prophets'  feet; 

The  women  spun  and  wove. 

The  men,  wise-hearted,  strove ; 
In  varied  ways  their  love  wrought  service  meet. 

5  So,  day  by  day,  they  wrought, 
And  every  morning  brought 

Free  offerings,  as  tlieir  hearts  were  pure  and  free : 

Until  the  wise  men  cried: 

"^lore  than  enough,  provide 
Tliese  willing  hearts,  and  tried,  in  poverty." 

6  This  people,  whom  the  Lord 
SMi)ported  by  His  word, 

F'ed  in  the  desert  with  daily  bread  from  heaven. 

Whose  garments  waxed  not  old. 

Their  purple,  linen,  gold. 
And  i)recious  things  untold,  to  Him  had  given. 

7  Glorious  His  shrine  was  made. 
Its  pillars  overlaid. 

And  clad  with  gold  its  ever}'  shaft  and  rod; 

And,  holiest  unto  Him. 

Within  its  chainber  dim, 
'Xcatii  shadowing  cherubim,  the  Ark  of  God. 

8  AVhat  matter  if  they  dwell 
In  tents  of  hair  or  fell 

Of  beast,  and  ever  live  on  simple  fare — 

Who  knoweth,  far  and  wide. 

Another  state,  beside, 
With  whom  their  God  doth  bide,  they  are  His  care? 

II 

1        Like  Israel  of  old. 

Our  silver  and  our  gold. 
Our  strength  and  skill,  ourselves,  we  give  to  Thee, 

In  answer  to  Thy  call, 

AVilt  Thou  accejjt  it  all. 
However  {)oor  or  small  the  gift  may  be? 


2  Our  precious  things  misused, 
Or  to  false  gods  abused. 

Pass,  if  Thou  wilt,  through  purifying  flame. 

So  that  Thou  make  them  Thine, 

And,  in  Thy  hands  divine, 
Let  them  transmuted  shine,  all  free  from  shame! 

3  Ours  be  the  willing  mind, 
And  trusting  heart,  inclined 

To  give  to  Thee  as  we  from  Thee  receive! 

'Tis  by  Thy  love  alone 

Such  grace  to  us  is  shown. 
For  all  things  are  Thine  own ;  of  Thine  we  give. 

4  And  Thou,  who  dost  supply 
The  manna  from  on  high. 

And  seed  for  sowing  to  the  sowers'  hand, 

Wilt  give  us  seed  to  sow, 

And  make  it  spring  and  grow 
A  thousand  fold,  we  know,  to  bless  Thy  land. 

ESTHER  TBOKN^ 
U83, 

f^Vrx  Jjuntltji  Sigaurneg. 

Mrs.  Sigoumey,  whose  maiden  name  was  Huntley,  was  bom  in  Nor- 
wich, Conuecticut,  in  1791.  She  was  the  only  child  of  pious  parents. 
At  the  age  of  eight,  she  wrote  verses  which  were  marked  by  a  rhyth- 
mical accuracy.  She  carefully  hid,  for  years,  all  her  eSusions,  with  a 
nervous  fear  lest  they  should  be  discovered.  One  point  in  her  childish 
character  — .so  strong  as  to  be  worth  recording  —  was  an  ardeut  love  and 
reverence  for  the  aged,  and  an  extreme  tenderness  towards  animals. 
Notwithstanding  her  poetic  literary  tastes,  she  was  fond  of  domestic  em- 
ployments, and  spinning  was  a  favorite  accomplishment.  She  thus 
assisted  in  constructing  many  fabrics  of  enduring  benefit  to  the  family; 
among  others  an  entire  suit  of  broa^lcloth  for  her  father,  which  he  is 
said  to  have  worn  with  peculiar  satisfaction.  To  those  who  have  read 
Mrs.  Sigourney's  ' '  Letters  to  Young  Ladies, "  it  will  be  pleasant  to  learn, 
that  in  her  own  case,  precept  and  practice  were  not  divided.  At  the  age 
of  eighteen  she  published  her  first  volume,  called  "  Moral  Pieces  in 
Prose  and  Verse."  At  twenty  she  was  married  to  a  merchant  of  wealth 
and  education  in  Hartford.   " 

The  one  great  aim  of  her  life  seemed  to  be  to  do  good.  In  1822  she 
published  a  poem  called  "Traits  of  the  Aborigines  of  America,"  devoting 
all  the  proceeds  to  charity.  In  1840  she  spent  a  year  abroad,  and  on  her 
return  gave  to  the  world  "Pleasant  Memories  of  Pleasant  Lands."  Her 
poems  and  hymns  are  very  numerous,  and  no  collection  is  considered 
comi)lete  without  them.  Nearly  two  years  since,  (in  1S82)  the  compilir 
of  this  vohiMie  stood  by  her  tomb  in  the  cemetery  at  Hartford,  Oonu., 
where  her  1>ody  was  hid  from  mortal  sight  in  1365,  her  i>ure  soul  havlr  g 
gone  to  its  reward. 

TRUE  PRAYER. 

"The  Lord  is  in  His  holy  temple;  let  ail  tin  Earth  keef 
silence  before  Him." 

1  The  Lord  is  on  His  holy  throne. 

He  sits  in  Kingly  state; 
Let  those  who  for  His  favor  seek, 
In  humble  silence  wait. 

2  Your  sorrows  to  His  eye  are  known, 

Your  secret  motives  clear, 
It  needeth  not  the  pomp  of  words 
To  })our  them  on  His  ear. 

3  Doth  Death  thy  bosom's  cell  invade? 

Yield  n]i  thy  flower  of  grass  : 
Swells  the  world's  wrathful  billows  high? 
Bow  down  and  let  it  I)a;^s. 


PRAISE. 


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4  Press  not  thy  purpose  on  thy  God, 

Ur<;e  not  thine  errinjj  will, 

Nor  dictate  to  the  Kternal  mind, 

Nor  doubt  thy  Maker's  skill. 

5  True  prayer  is  not  the  noisy  sound 

That  clamorous  lips  repeat, 

But  the  deep  silence  of  a  soul 

That  clasps  Jehovah's  feet. 

LYDIA  nUNTlET  8I00URNET. 
Hartford,  Conn,  1817. 

GRATITUDE. 

1  Now  let  my  soul,  eternal  Ivinix, 
To  Thee  its  grateful  tribute  bring ; 
M)'  knee  with  luunblo  homage  bow. 
My  tongue  perform  its  solemn  vow. 

2  All  nature  sings  Thy  boundless  love, 
In  worlds  below,  and  worlils  above ; 
But  in  Thy  blessed  word  I  trace 
Diviner  wonders  of  Thy  grace. 

3  Here  what  delightful  truths  I  read ! 
Here  I  behold  the  Saviour  bleed ; 
His  name  salutes  my  listening  ear, 
Revives  my  heart  and  checks  my  fear. 

4  Here  Jesus  bids  my  sorrows  cease, 

And  gives  my  laboring  conscience  peace; 
Here  lifts  my  gratefid  passions  high. 
And  points  to  mansions  in  the  sky. 

5  For  love  like  this,  Oh,  let  my  song. 
Thro'  endless  years.  Thy  praise  prolong; 
Let  distant  climes  Thy  name  adore, 

Till  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 

ANNK  STEELE. 

FOR  WHAT  SHALL  I  PRAISE  THEE? 

1  For  what  shall  I  praise  Thee,  my  God  and  my  King, 
For  what  blessings  the  tribute  of  gratitude  bring? 
Shall  I  praise  Thee  for  pleasure,  for  health,  or  for  ease, 
For  the  sunshine  of  youth,  for  the  garden  of  peace  ? 

2  For  this  I  should  praise ;  but  if  only  for  this, 

I  should  leave  half   untold  the  donation  of  bliss ! 
I  thank  thee  for  sickness,  for  sorrow,  and  care. 
For  the  thorns  I  have  gathered,  the  anguish  I  bear  ; 

3  For  nights  of  anxiety,  watching,  and  tears, 
A  present  of  pain,  a  prospective  of  fears ; 

I  |)raise  Thee,  I  bless  Thee,  my  Lord  and  my  God, 
For  the  good  and  the  evil  Thy  hand  hath  bestowed! 


CAROLI.NE   FKY. 


(WIUSON.) 

Died  1846. 


OUR  STRENGTH  AND  GUIDE. 
Thou  holy  God,  the  truth,  the  light. 

From  everlasting  still  the  same ; 
Our  strength  by  day,  our  guide  by  night, 
We  bow  before  Thy  righteous  name : 
We  seek  to  know  our  Father's  will. 
And  bid  our  troubled  hearts  be  still. 
From  sin's  dark  mazes  set  us  free. 

From  gloomy  doubts  and  error's  thrall ; 
Pure,  mei'k,  and  trusting  we  would  be. 
And  listening  to  Thy  loving  call. 

We'll  follow  where  the  Shepherd  leads. 
O'er  flinty  rocks  or  dewy  meads. 


3  When  pleasure's  gid<ly  paths  allure. 

Or  dark  temptation  seeks  to  win 
Our  .souls  from  thee,  O  make  us  pure, 

O  keep  us  from  all  guilt  and  sin ; 
]\Iay  grace  sutlicient  e'er  be  given. 
To  lead  us  home  to  Thee  iu  Leaven. 

4  When  we  shall  see  Tliee  as  Thou  art, 

And  join  the  angels  at  Thy  feet; 
May  we  be  given  some  humble  jiart. 

As  we  shall  tread  the  golden  street. 

Some  work  for  Thee,  still  done  in  love, 
Among  the  ransomed  hosts  above. 

BARAU   M.    PLKKINS. 

GOD  OF  MY  LIFE- 

L.  M. 

1  God  of  my  life,  to  Thee  belong 
The  grateful  heart,  the  joyful  song; 
Touched  by  Thy  love,  each  tunefnl  chord 
Resounds  the  goodness  of  the  Lord. 

2  Yet  why,  dear  Lonl,  this  tender  care  ? 
Why  doth  Thy  hand  so  kindly  rear 

A  useless  cumberer  of  the  ground. 
On  which  so  little  fruit  is  found  ? 

3  Still  let  the  barren  fig-tree  stand. 
Upheld  and  fostered  by  Thy  hand  ; 
And  let  its  fruit  and  verdure  be 

A  grateful  tribute.  Lord,  to  Thee. 

ELIZABETH  BCOTT,  1761 

THE  SOUL'S  DESIRE 

Rev.  3:11. 

1  The  roseate  hues  of  early  dawn, 

The  brightness  of  the  day. 

The  crimson  of  the  sunset  sky. 

How  fast  tliey  fade  away ! 

2  Oh,  for  the  pearly  gates  of  heaven  ! 

Oh,  for  the  golden  floor  ! 
Oh,  for  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
That  setteth  nevermore ! 

3  Tlie  highest  hopes  we  cherish  here, 

How  soon  they  tire  and  faint! 

How  many  a  sjiot  defiles  the  robe 

That  wraps  an  earthly  saint! 

4  Oh,  for  a  heart  that  never  sins ! 

Oh,  for  a  soul  washed  white ! 
Oh,  for  a  voice  to  praise  our  King, 
Nor  weary  day  nor  night! 

5  Here  faith  is  ours,  and  heavenly  hope. 

And  grace  to  lead  us  higher ; 
But  there  are  perfectness  and  peace, 
Beyond  our  best  desire. 

6  Oh,  by  Thy  love  and  anguish.  Lord, 

And  by  Thy  lif<;  lai<l  down. 
Grant  that  we  fall  not  from  Thy  gr.ice. 
Nor  fail  to  reach  our  crown  I 

una.  c.  r.  alczaxdeil 
Ham  laa. 


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WOMAIf  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


IMMANUEL 

78. 

1  God  with  us!  oli,  glorious  name! 
l^ct  it  sliine  in  endless  fame ; 
God  and  man  in  Christ  unite ; 
Oh,  mysterious  depth  aud  height! 

2  God  with  us !  the  eternal  Son 
Took  our  soul,  our  flesh,  and  bone ; 
Now,  ye  saints,  His  <rrace  admire, 
Swell  the  song  with  holy  fire. 

3  God  with  us !  but  tainted  not 
AVith  the  first  transgressor's  blot; 
Yet  did  He  our  sins  sustain, 
Bear  the  guilt,  the  curse,  the  pain. 

4  God  WMth  us !  oh,  wondrous  grace ! 
Let  us  see  Him  face  to  face ; 
That  we  may  Inunanuel  sing. 

As  we  ought,  our  God  and  King. 


RARAH  8LINN. 


HOW  SWEET  THE  LAY. 

Matt.  14  :  23. 

1  How  sweet  the  melting  lay 

Which  breaks  upon  the  ear. 

When  at  the  hour  of  rising  day 

Christians  unite  in  prayer. 

2  The  breezes  waft  their  cries 

Up  to  Jehovah's  throne : 
He  listens  to  their  humble  sighs, 
Aud  sends  His  blessings  down. 

3  So  .Tesus  rose  to  pray 

Before  the  morning  light — 
Once  on  the  chilling  mount  did  stay, 
And  wrestle  all  the  night. 

4  So  Jesus  still  doth  pray 

Before  the  morning  bright, 
On  heavenly  mountains  far  away, 
WTiile  we  toil  here  in  night. 

5  Leave,  Lord,  Thy  vigil  there. 

Descend  upon  life's  wave ; 
Come  to  the  bark  through  midnight  air, 
The  storm  shall  cease  to  rave. 

MRS.   BROWN. 

GOD  IS  LOVE. 

From  "Snugs  of  Dolight,"  liy  per. 

1  Sing,  the  morning  light  is  breaking. 

And  the  shadows  fiy  ; 
Earth,  in  all  its  beauty  waking. 

Praises  God  most  high. 
Sing,  the  zephyrs  soft  are  o'er  us, 

Fleecy  clouds  above, 
Wliile  the  birds  in  joyful  chorus. 

Tell  us  God  is  love. 

2  Now  the  noon  is  bright  and  glowing. 

Rest  would  be  so  sweet ; 
When  the  brook  is  softly  flowing. 

And  the  shadows  meet. 
Summer's  light  and  life  are  o'er  us, 

Summer  skies  above, 
All  the  world  is  bright  before  us. 

Knowing  God  is  love. 


Weary  feet  are  homeward  turning, 

Lower  sinks  the  sun  ; 
Sunset  clouds  hi  splendor  burning, 

I'ell  us  day  is  done. 
Pray,  the  shadows  deepen  o'er  us. 

Darker  all  above. 
But  the  stars  in  solemn  chorus, 

Whisper  God  is  love. 


CLAKA  B.   HEATH.     1881. 


Irs.  Sitrbaua 


Ann  Letitia  Aiken  was  born  at  Kibworth  Harcourt,  Leicestershire. 
20t.li  June,  1743.  Her  father,  the  lU-v.  J.  Aiken,  was  jirincifjal  of  a  boys' 
school.  It  was  not  until  she  was  thirty  years  of  age  that  Miss  Aiken 
published,  in  1773,  a  volume  of  poems,  written  at  various  periods.  In 
1774  she  married  the  Kev.  Rochement  Barbauld,  tlie  minister  of  a  Dia- 
seutiiig  congregation  at  Palgrave,  Suffolk,  where  he  and  Mrs.  Barbauld 
conducted  a  boarding  school  for  boys.  Mrs.  Barbauld  published  vari- 
ous works,  aud  distinguished  herself  by  promoting  the  cause  of  ration- 
al education.  She  wrote  fourteen  articles  for  "Evenings  at  Home,"  a 
work  published  by  her  brother,  Dr.  Aiken,  with  whom  she  resided  after 
the  death  of  her  husband.    Died  1825. 

WELCOME  MORN. 

C.  M. 

1  Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 

Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn. 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  Oh,  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapt 

The  heathen  world  in  gloom ! 
Oh,  what  a  sun  which  broke  this  day, 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb ! 

3  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
Ajid  praise  on  every  tongue. 

4  Ten  thousand  differing  lips  shall  join 

To  hail  this  w^elcome  morn. 
Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
To  nations  yet  unborn. 

5  Jesus  !  the  friend  of  human  kind. 

With  strong  compassion  moved, 
Descended,  like  a  j)itying  God, 
To  save  the  souls  He  loved. 

6  Exalted  high  at  God's  right  hand. 

And  Lord  of  all  below. 
Through  Him  is  pardoning  love  dispensed. 
And  boundless  blessings  flow. 

7  And  still  for  erring,  guilty  man 

A  brother's  pity  flows ; 
And  still  His  bleeding  heart  is  touched 
With  memory  of  our  woes. 

8  To  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  King, 

Glad  homage  let  me  give  ; 
And  stiind  prepared,  like  Thee,  to  die. 
With  Thee  that  I  may  live. 

ANN    LETITIA  aARBAl'LO 


PRAISE. 


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AN  ACCEPTABLE  OFFERING. 
C.  M. 

1  When,  as  returns  this  solemn  day, 

Man  comes  to  meet  liis  (jod, 
What  rites,  wliat  honors  shall  He  pay? 
How  spread  His  praise  abroad? 

2  From  marble  domes  and  gilded  spires, 

Sliall  clouds  of  incense  rise  ? 
And  gems,  and  gold,  and  garlands  deck 
The  costly  sacrifice  ? 

3  Vain,  sinful  man !  creation's  Lord 

Tiiy  offerings  well  may  spare ; 
But  give  thy  lieart,  and  thou  shalt  find 
Thy  God  will  hear  thy  prayer. 

ANN  LBTITIA   BAftBAULU.     1778. 

TRUSTFULNESS. 

C.  M. 

1  O  Father,  though  tiie  anxious  fear 

May  cloud  to-morrow's  way, 
No  fear  nor  doul)t  shall  enter  here ; 
All  shall  be  Thine  to-day ! 

2  We  will  not  bring  divided  hearts 

To  worship  at  Thy  shrine  ; 
But  each  unworthy  thought  depart.s, 
And  leaves  this  temple  Thine. 

3  Sleep,  sleep  to-day,  tormenting  cares, 

Of  earth  and  folly  l)orn  ; 
Ye  siiail  not  dim  tlie  light  that  streams 
From  this  celestial  morn. 

MRS.  A.  L.   BAKBACLD. 

SPRING. 

C.  M. 

1  While  verdant  hill  and  bloominc  vale 

Put  on  their  fresh  array, 
And  fragrance  breathes  in  every  gale. 
How  sweet  the  vernal  day  ! 

2  Oh,  let  my  wondering  heart  confess, 

With  gratitude  and  love. 
The  bounteous  hand  that  deigns  to  bless 
Tiie  garden,  field,  and  grove  ! 

3  The  bounteous  hand  my  thoughts  adore, 

Beyond  e.xpression  kind. 
Hath  sweeter,  nobler  gifts  in  store. 
To  bless  the  craving  mind. 

4  That  hand,  in  this  hard  heart  of  mine 

Can  make  each  virtue  live  ; 
And  kindly  showers  of  grace  divine, 
Life,  beauty,  fragrance  give. 

ANNE  STECLI. 

THE  SACRED  WORD. 

1  Father  of  mercies,  in  Thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines ! 
Forever  be  Thy  name  adored. 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  .sons  of  want 

Exiiaustless  riciies  find  ; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
Aud  lasting  as  the  mind. 


3  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  Iieaveidy  peace  around, 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

4  Oil,  maj'  these  heavenly  pages  bo 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

5  Divine;  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  TIkju  forever  near  ; 
Teach  me  to  love  Thy  sacred  word. 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

ANNE  STEELE.     I7G0. 

"WHERE  JESUS  REIGNS. 

Rov.  21  :  23. 

1  Oh,  for  a  sweet,  inspiring  rav. 
To  animate  our  f(!eble  strains. 

From  the  brigiit  realms  of  endless  dav — 
The  blissful  realms  where  Jesus  reiirns ! 

2  There,  low  before  liis  glorious  throne, 
Adoring  saints  and  angels  fail ; 
And,  with  delightful  worship,  own 

His  smile  their  bliss,  their  heaven,  their  all. 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head, 
While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise. 

And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph,  spre.id 
Through  all  the  assemblies  of  the  skies. 

4  He  smiles, — and  seraphs  tune  their  songs 
To  boundless  rapture,  while  they  gaze  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  joyful  tongues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise. 

5  There  all  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 
Shall  join  at  last  the  heavenly  choir: 
Oh,  may  the  joy -inspiring  theme 
Awake  our  faith  and  warm  desire ! 

ANNE  STEELE, 

HIS  LOVE. 

C.  M. 

1  To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 

Awake  the  sacred  song ; 
Oh.  may  his  love,  immortal  flame. 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach, 

What  mortal  tongue  dis|)lay  ! 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high. 

Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss. 
And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die! 
Was  (5ver  love  like  tiiis  ? 

4  Blest  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  'J'hee, 
May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 
"The  Saviour  died  for  me." 

5  Oh,  may  the  sweet,  the  bli.ssful  theiue 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue. 
Till  strangers  love  Thy  charming  name, 
Aud  join  the  sacred  song. 

UABBirX  b.  STEBII, 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED   SONG 


^miln  fJanlingloTi  filler. 

Kallj  Hnotinctao  XiUer  haa  written  much  in  proae  and  Tcne.  Her 
Moris  and  liTnini  are  eacerir  ■oncfat  alter,  bdnf  tlxiroaehlT  orthodox, 
aad  eocaeqaentlr  recarded  a*  nfe  for  7oan<  readen  and  sincen. 

THE  EARTHLY  AND  THE  HEAVENLY 
TEMPLE. 

1  Enter  Thy  temple,  glorious  King! 

And  write  Thy  name  upon  its  shrine. 
Thy  peace  to  shed,  Thy  joy  to  bring, 
And  seal  ita  court*  forever  Thine. 

2  Abide  with  us.  O  Lord,  we  prav, 

Our  strength,  our  comfort,  and  our  light ; 
Sun  of  our  joy's  unclouded  day! 
Star  of  our  sorrow's  troubled  night! 

3  If  from  Thy  paths  our  souls  should  stray, 

Yet  turn  to  seek  Thy  pardoning  grace, 
Cast  not  our  contrite  prayer  away, 

But  hear  from  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place. 

4  Grant  us  to  walk  in  peace  and  love. 

And  find,  at  last,  some  humble  place 
In  that  great  temple  built  above, 

Where  dwell  Thy  saints  before  Thy  face. 

XSS.  EXLLT  H.  XnXKK. 


Mtk  Miller  n«  bom  in  Brooklm.  N.T.,  in  1833.  The  well  and  faror- 
aWj  knovD  Dr.  Tboma«  Huntington  was  her  father,  and  her  molher 
waa  one  of  earth  s  rare  fmita.  Hei  grandfather  Huntington  wag  one  of 
Waahington'*  itaff  c^een  At  the  Oberlin  CoUeye  where  nhe  was  edu- 
cated, she  fint  met  Mr.  Jchn  E.  Miller.  They  were  married  in  1859. 
Of  their  foor  children  three  hare  grown  np  into  the  "whole-sonled"  i»rt 
<rf  men  who  nerer  sneer  at  "  intellectual  women."  as  another  expresses 
It,  For  ten  years  Mis.  Miller  was  associate  editor  of  the  "Corpoial," 
foaztded  dming  the  war  by  Alfred  L.  Sewell.  a  Chicago  publisher,  after- 
wards taking  the  entire  snperrision.  She  has  contribated  much  proae 
and  Terse  to  many  papers  and  magazines  of  the  higher  class,  and  has 
writfem  and  had  published  'The  Boyal  Boad  to  Fortune,"  "The  Kirk- 
wood  library.'  "Capt.  Fritz."  "Home  Papera,"  and  numerous  other 
wotta.  She  is  prominently  connected  with  both  foreign  missions  and 
temperance  wo.-it,  and  has  lectured  with  great  acceptance  in  behalf  of 
both  causes.  In  regard  to  her  husband's  high  appreciation  of  his  wife's 
Uterary  attainments.  Miss  Wniard  closes  a  sketch  of  her  as  follows:— 

"Talk  of  the  'chrraliy'  of  ancient  day»:  Go  to.  ye  mediteral  ages,  and 
team  what  that  word  means.  Behold  the  Christian  light  of  the  nine- 
teenth century  of  grace,  in  which  we  hare  the  spectacle,  not  of  lances 
tilted  to  defend  'my  lady's'  beauty,  by  swaggering  knights  who  could 
not  write  their  names,  hct  the  noblest  men  of  the  wnrMs  foremost  rac:' 
placing  upon  the  brows  of  those  most  dear  to  them,  abore  the  wreath  of 
Venus  the  helmet  of  Minerra,  and  leading  into  broader  paths  of  oppor- 
tunity and  knowledge  the  fair  diriuities  who  preside  orer  their  homes." 

1S8G. 


1  Praise  ye  the  Lord — let  praise  employ, 
In  his  own  courts,  your  songs  of  joy ; 
The  spacious  firmament  around 

Shall  echo  back  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Recount  His  works  in  strains  divine, 

His  wondrous  works — how  bright  they  shine ! 
Praise  Him  for  all  His  mighty  deeds. 
Whose  greatness  all  your  praise  exceeds. 

3  Let  all  whom  life  and  breath  inspire, 
Attend,  and  join  the  blissful  choir ; 
But  chiefly  ye,  who  know  his  word. 
Adore,  and  love,  and  praise  the  Lord ! 

AVNK  BTEELK. 


IN  THE  BATTLE. 

1  Gk)d  is  in  the  din  of  battle  ;  I  have  heard  His 

conq"ring  car 
As  it  rushed  along  the  heavens  from  the 

realms  of  glorj-  far; 

1  have  heard  the  stately  steppings  of  His 

coursers  to   the  war 
As  they  went  marching  on. 

2  God  is  by  the  blazing  camp-fire ;  I  have 

heard  His  "still,  small  voice," 
As  He  whispered  to  the  sinner,  "  Make  the 

paths  of  right  your  choice  : " 
I  have  seen  the  contrite  wand'rer  in  His  pardon 

free  rejoice. 
As  he  went  marching  on. 

3  I  have  seen  Him  by  the  death-bed  where  the 

wounded  soldier  lay, 
I  have  seen  the  peaceful  sweetness  on  the  lips 

of  pallid  clay, 
I  have  watched  the  franchised  spirit  as  it  to  the 

realms  of  day 
Went  swiftly  marching  on. 

4  I  have  seen  Him  in  the  struggle  when  retreat 

was  close  cut  off. 
And  the  captive  legions  listened  to  their 

conq'rer's  taunting  scoff ; 
I  have  heard  Him  say,  "This  potion  to  the  dregs 

my  foes  must  quaff 
As  they  go  marching  on." 

5  I  have  heard  Him  in  the  vict'ry  when  the  flag 

was  floating    high. 
And  the  people's  joyous  peans  on  the  air  rose  far 

and  nigh, 
When  "To  God  be  praise  and  glory"  was  our 

exultant  cry, 
As  we  went  marching  on. 

6  We  are  "treading  in  the  wine  press"  where  our 

Surety  trod  before : 
We  are  walking  in  the  furnace  where  the  gold  is 

melted  o'er 
And  He  waits  to  see  His  image  in  our  spirit's 

inward  core. 
As  we  go  marching  on. 

7  Thou  who  ever  with  Thine  armies  in  the  days 

of  old  didst  dwell 
Their  glorious  Lord  and  Leader  when  the  hosts 

before  them  fell. 
Thou  whose  name  wast  proudly  mentioned  in  the 

song's  triumphant  swell, 
As  they  went  marching  on; 

8  Lead  us  onward  thro'  the  conflict,  the  wine- 

press and  the  flame. 
Make  our  starry  banner  glorious  with  thine  all  - 

prevailing  name. 
Nor  put  out  the  raging  war-fires  till  our  country, 

free  from  shame. 
Goes  proudly  marching  on. 

8I7HIE     V.    ALDRICU.'     1862. 


PRAISE. 


35 


I  WOULD  DRAW  NIGH. 
**Draw  nifjh  to  God,  and  He  will  draw  nijh  to  thee." 

1  I  would  draw  ni<;li,  but  toll  me  where? 

In  forest  old  and  dim  ? 
Or  wlieu  on  lonely  mountain  top 
The  soul  seems  nearer  Him? 

2  I  would  draw  niiih  !   I)ut  whither  go? 

Where  purple  sunlii;iit  falls, 
And  nuisie  sways  the  eharmcd  air 
Within  the  temple  walls  ? 

3  Oh,  soul !    no  outward  circumstance 

Of  time,  or  state,  or  place, 
Debars  the  visits  of  Thy  (Jod, 
If  thou  dost  seek  His  face — 

4  If  thou  dost  tread  the  holy  jji-ound 

With  shoes  from  off  thy  feet ; 
And  welcome  the  dear  Comforter 
Who  comes  with  solace  sweet. 

5  It  is  not  thus  with  absent  friends — 

Our  soul  with  anguish  torn. 
May  cry,  '"Would  (Jod  that  they  were  here!" 
On  some  refulgent  morn, 

6  When  they  go  forth  with  gladsome  eyes, 

Unconscious  of  our  woe. 
And  learn,  at  last  with  sad  surprise, 
When  all  too  late  to  know ! 

7  And  those  who  from  our  side  have  fled 

To  breathe  celestial  air, 
How  should  they  hear,  midst  harmonies, 
The  voice  of  our  despair  ? 

8  The  stifling  mountains  shut  it  in, 

The  waters  drown  our  cry  ; 
No  answer  from  untroubled  depths 
Of  tlie  fai-nlistaut  sky  ! 

9  Ah,  thus  it  seems  ;  yet  who  can  say 

That  friend  to  friend  no  more 
Returns — returns  as  embassy. 

Fresh  from  the  '"Shining  shore  !" 

10  But  this  we  know,  though  friends  should  fail, 

God  will  draw  nigh  His  own ; 
A  loving  word,  or  wish,  mav  brinj' 
An  answer  from  the  throne. 

11  And  when  we  tread  the  sunless  vale, 

Which  Christ  before  hath  trod. 
His  word  of  promise  shall  not  fail 
While  wc  go  home  to  God. 

ANNA  LENTBAI.  RMITO. 

HIS  WITNESSES- 

Heb.  U  :  6. 

1  There  is  a  Gotl !  all  nature  speaks, 
Tliro'  earth,  and  air,  and  seas,  and  skies ; 
See!   from  the  clouds  His  glory  breaks. 
When  the  tirst  beams  of  morning  rise. 

2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright. 

O'er  the  wide  world's  extended  frame. 
Inscribes,  in  characters  of  light. 
His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 


3  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroa<l, 
And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 
Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God, 
And  bow  before  Him,  and  udure. 

ANNS  ■TEIU.K 

MIDDAY. 

1  A  little  rest.  Lord,  midway  of  Life's  liours, 

A  space  of  soft  and  sununer-sweet  rejKj.se ; 
Time  to  glance  backwaril  on  bright  mondng's  flowcra. 
On  weary  wanderings  ere  the  noontide  goes ; 
Give  me  one  hour  of  rest ! 

2  A  time  to  strengthen  all  the  heart's  faint  hopes 

For  toil  and  battle  in  the  day's  decline ; 
In  the  cool  shade,  where  streams  glide  down  the  slopes. 
Thy  humbler  creatures  drain  noon's  peaceful  wine  ; 
One  hour,  and  I  am  blest ! 

3  But  no  ?  not  e'en  one  little  fleeting  calm 

Of  folded  hands,  and  dreams,  and  dear  delay  ? 
'Tis  well  ;   the  path  will  yield  some  jirecious  balm  ; 
Straightway  I  rise  to  j)ress  adown  the  day. 
And  soon  shall  be  Thy  guest ! 

CELESTE  M.   A.   WINHLOW. 
Kvukuk,  luwa. 

OUR  LIFE  AND  GUIDE. 

1  Jesus,  Son  of  Righteousness, 

Brightest  beam  of  love  divine, 
With  the  early  morning  rays 

Do  Thou  on  our  darkness  shine. 
And  dispel  with  purest  light 
All  our  night, — all  our  night. 

2  Like  the  sun's  reviving  ray. 

May  Thy  love,  with  tender  glow. 
All  our  coldness  melt  away, 

Warm  and  cheer  us  forth  to  go ; 
Gladly  serve  Thee  and  obey. 
All  the  day, — all  the  day. 

3  Thou,  our  only  Life  and  Guide, 

Never  leave  us  nor  forsake ; 
In  Thy  light  may  we  abide 

Till  the  eternal  morning  break ; 
Moving  on  to  Zion's  hill. 
Homeward  still, — homeward  still. 

MIIMI  JANE  BOBTnWICK. 
Died  UGl 

COMMUNION  IN  LOVE. 

1  Hail,  hapjiy  d.ay !   thou  day  of  holy  rest, 

AVhat  heavenly  peace  and  transport  HU  our  brc-ist ! 
When  Christ,  the  God  of  grace,  in  love  descends, 
And  kindly  holds  communion  with  his  friends. 

2  Let  earth  and  all  its  vanities  be  gone. 

Move  from  my  sight,  an<l  leave  my  .soul  ulone ; 
Its  flattering,  fading  glories  I  despi.se. 
And  to  inunortal  beautii-s  turn  my  eyes. 

3  Fain  would  I  mount  antl  penetrate  ilu*  skies. 
And  on  my  Saviour's  glories  ti.v  my  eyes: 
Oh,  meet  my  rising  soul,  thou  (Jixl  of  love. 
And  waft  it  to  tlie  blissful  realms  above ! 

ruoEaa  ■.  uu>wk. 
DM  UtL 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


FROM  EVERLASTING. 

L    M. 

1  Ero  mountains  rcariMl  tlioir  forms  sublime, 
Or  heavi'u  and  earth  in  order  stood  ; 

Before  tlie  birth  of  aneient  time, 
From  everlasting.  Thou  art  God. 

2  A  thousand  ages,  in  their  flight, 
AVith  Thee  are  as  a  fleeting  day  ; 

Past,  present,  future,  to  Thy  sight 
At  ouce  their  various  scenes  display. 

3  But  our  brief  life's  a  shadowy  dream — 
A  passing  thought,  that  soon  is  o'er — 

That  fades  with  morning's  earliest  beam, 
And  fills  the  musing  mind  no  more. 

4  To  us,  0  Lord,  the  wisdom  give 
P^ach  passing  moment  so  to  spend 

That  we  at  length  with  Thee  may  live, 
Where  life  and  bliss  shall  never  end. 

UAKKIET   AUBEK, 

THOU  HAST  MADE  SUMMER. 

Psalm  Ixxiv:  17. 

1  It  is  through  a  flower-strewn  way 
That  Thy  children  walk  to-day, 

iO  God, who  makest  the  Summer-time  so  beautiful  to  see; 
II  And  the  sweetly-scented  air 

Bears  upwards  many  a  prayer 
Of  loving,  happy  gratitude  from  the  sons  of  men  to 

[Thee. 

2  There  is  sunshine  on  the  hills. 
And  the  silver-sparkling  rills 

Seem  to  laugh  in  low,  glad  music  at  some  pleasant 

[tale  retold ; 
And  the  soft,  caressing  shadows 
Steal  dboiit  tlie  sighing  meadows. 
When  the  daisy  whiteness  softens  the  broad  space  of 

[burnished  gold. 

3  All  the  world  is  full  of  song. 
And  the  melody  lasts  long, 

From  the  opening  of  the   day    when    the    dawn   and 

[darkness  meet, 
Till  the  soft,  n^luctant  light 
Leaves  the  land  to  rest  and  night, 

And  Philomela's  evening  hymn  arises  soft  and  sweet. 

4  0  God,  is  any  sad 

When  the  world  is  all  so  glad. 
And  thou  hast  made  the  Summer  so  full  of  jov  and 

'[love  ? 
Are  there  tears  in  anj-  eyes 
That  look  upward  to  Thy  skies, 
AAHicn  the  earth  in  beauty  vieth  with  the  azure  space 

[above  ? 

5  Alas,  'tis  even  so  ! 

Thy  children  dwell  below. 
Where  sin  and  sorrow  darki.n  e'en  brightest  davs  of 

[May; 
Yet  Thou,  whose  bounteous  hand 
Has  made  so  fair  the  land. 
Hast  power  to  bless  the  sorrowful,  when  unto  Thee 

[we  pray. 


G  For  all  the  pain  and  sadness. 
Thou  canst  put  joy  and  gladness 
In  hearts  that  do  not  know  them  though  "the  com 

[and  wine  increase." 
Hush  Thou  the  care  and  strife 
That  mar  our  human  life, 
And  give  to  every  troubled  one  some  share  of  love 

[and  peace. 
7  All  things  own  Thy  control ; 
]\Iake  Summer  in  the  soul, 
AATiose  sobbings  spoil  with  dissonance  the  season's 

[merry  chime  ; 
Thy  blessings  crowd  the  sod, — 
Be  merciful,  O  God, 
And  give  to  every  child  of  Thine  the  joy  of  vSummcr- 

[time. 


MARIANNE   FAUNINOHAM, 


IN  ALL  THINGS  PRAISE. 

For  gladsome  summer  days, 
For  joy  and  peace  always. 
Dear  Lord,  I  sing  Thy  praise ; 
For  woful  winter's  night, 
Foi  grief's  long  fearful  fight. 
Still  praise,  O  Lord  of  Light! 
For  all  the  calm  I  find. 
For  lightsome,  happy  mind, 
I  praise  thee.  Lord  most  kind! 
For  all  life's  toil  and  strain, 
For  weary  heart  and  brain, 
I  praise  Thee,  Lord,  again. 
For  dear  one's  health  and  peace, 
And  joys  that  still  increase, 
My  praises  shall  not  cease  ; 
Yea,  for  their  grief  and  care. 
And  burdens  loved  ones  bear, 
I  praise  Thee  still  with  prayer. 
For  home,  for  each  dear  friend, 
For  life,  till  life  shall  end. 
My  praises  shall  ascend; 
For  dear  ones  gone  before, 
For  Death's  foot  at  my  door, 
I'll  praise  Thee,  Lord,  the  more. 
With  gladness  I'll  receive 
The  joys  my  God  shall  give. 
And  praise  Thee  while  I  live ; 
The  griefs  Thou  mayest  send 
My  heart  in  t«  ain  may  rend — 
Still  praises  shall  ascend. 
And  when  kind  Death  shall  stand 
To  lead  us  by  the  baud 
Into  Immanuel's  land, 
I'll  praise  Thee  and  adore, 
Upon  the  heavenly  shore, 
Dear  Lord,  forevermore. 


UETTA    LORD   IIAYE.S   WARn. 

1S82 


PRAISE. 


87 


ALL  PRAISE  AND  GLORY. 

1  Sing  praise  to  God  who  rcijjns  above, 
The  God  of  power,  the  God  of  love, 

Tlie  (iod  of  our  salvation  ; 
Witii  hcaliui^  hahn  my  soul  lie  fills, 
And  every  faithless  nuu'inur  stills  ; 

To  Ciod  all  praise  and  i^lory! 

2  The  Angel  host,  O  King  of  kings, 

Thy  praise  forever  telling. 
In  earth  and  sky  all  living  things 

Beneath  Thy  shadow  dwelling, 
Adore  the  wis<lom  which  could  span. 
And  power  which  forinecl  creation's  plan: 

To  God  all  praise  and  glory! 

3  Wliat  God's  almighty  power  hath  made, 

His  gracious  mercy  keepetli ; 
13y  morning  glow,  or  evening  shade, 

His  watchful  eye  ne'er  sleepeth; 
Within  the  kingdom  of  His  might, 
Lol  all  is  just,  and  all  is  right 

To  God  all  praise  and  glory! 

4  O  ye  who  hear  Christ's  holy  name. 

Give  God  all  praise  and  glory! 
All  ye  who  own  His  power,  proclaim 

Aloud  the  wondrous  story  : 
Cast  each  false  idol  from  His  throne. 
The  Lonl  is  God,  and  He  alone: 

To  God  all  praise  and  glory ! 


■gliss  (tlla  J.  Jlottljliiss. 

Miss  E.  A.  Hotchkisa.  who  writes  under  the  nom  lU  plume  of  Hazel 
Wihle.  is  a  popular  verse  writer  of  the  present  day.  She  is  versatile  in 
style,  and  her  articles  are  on  many  and  varied  themes.  The  following 
hymn,  and  another  entitled  "Supplication,"  in  this  volume,  were  penned 
on  recovery  from  severe  illness.  While  her  Ufe  was  despaired  of,  her 
soul  Ufe  was  quickened,  and  she  reconsecrated  herself  to  the  Master's 
service. 

HIS  NAME  BE  PRAISED. 

1  God's  love  in  all  around  I  see. 
But  wondrous  is  His  love  to  me, 
Whose  soul  Himself  from  death  set  free: 

His  Name  be  praised! 

2  Almost  my  earthly  course  was  run, 
God  saved  my  life!   His  will  be  done. 

Is  now  my  prayer,  through  Christ  His  Son : 
His  Name  be  praised! 

3  Long  time,  in  sin,  I  went  astray, 
Oft  as  I  ought  I  did  not  pray, 

God  led  me,  then.  His  heavenly  way: 
His  Name  be  praised! 

4  Let  soul  and  body  bless  Thee,  Lord, 
Wlio  strengthens  both,  who  both  restored; 
And  to  my  mind  Tiiy  truths  afford. 

Thy  Name  be  praised! 

EU.A  A.    HOT('RKt8S, 
WaitTille.  New  HaTso,  Ounn.,  1883. 


glartba  ^^. 


Martha  Day  was  the  eldiit  daughter  of  Jeremiah  Day,  L.  L.  D,, 
President  of  If  ale  (.'olleuu,  and  wufl  iKini  at  New  ILtreu,  Cunu.,  on  tha 
13th  of  February,  1813. 

THE  BOUNDLESS  UNIVERSE. 

I'aalni  cli. 

All  that  it  hath  of  Rplrii(h)r  and  of  life, 
The  living,  moving  worlds,  in  their  bright  robes. 
Of  bloouiing  lands,  and  heaving  glittering  waters, 
Even  the  still  and  holy  depths  of  heaven, 
Wliere  tiie  glad  planets  bathe  in  floods  of  light, 
Forever  jjouring  from  a  thou.saiid  suns. 
All,  all,  are  but  the  garments  of  our  God, 
Yea,  the  (hirk  foldings  of  His  outmost  skirts! 
Mortal !   who  with  a  trembling,  longing  lieart, 
Watcliest  in  silence  the  few  rays  that  steal, 
In  their  Hvid  dinines.s,  to  thy  feebh;  sigiit — 
Watch  on,  in  silence,  till  within  thy  soul. 
Bearing  away  each  taint  of  sin  and  death. 
Springs  the  hid  fountain  of  immortal  life! 
Then  shall  the  mighty  vail  asunder  rend. 
And  o'er  tin;  spirit,  living,  strong,  and  pure. 
Shall  the  full  glories  of  the  Gotl-head  flow ! 


KARTHA   DAY. 


THE  COMING  OF  THE  SABBATH. 

1  The  sacred  Sabbath  came  last  night. 
Silent,  saintly,  robed  in  white; 

She  parted  the  moonlit  depths  of  blue 

With  her  star-gemmed  prow  and  glided  through. 

2  The  world  was  weary  and  vexed  with  heat. 
With  sweat  on  his  brow,  and  dust  on  his  feet, 
And  with  panting  tongue  and  heaving  breast. 
He  sighed  for  an  hour  of  (juiet  rest. 

3  She  moored  her  boat  on  the  fretted  strand 
Of  Time,  and  touched  the  shifting  sand 
With  her  dainty  foot,  and  sprang  to  meet 
The  care-worn  world  with  waters  sweet. 

4  Upon  his  brow  she  laid  her  hands, 
Unloosed  his  burden's  galling  bands, 
Pressed  to  his  lips  the  waters  cool. 

With  which  the  springs  of  he.iveu  are  full. 

5  "0  vexing  cares!  I  bid  you  cease," 

She  said,  "and  give  the  poor  world  peace. 

Stand  ye  aside  one  day  in  seven. 

And  let  me  bring  a  breath  of  Heaven." 

6  'Twas  done!  With  hands  upon  his  breast 
The  poor  world  settled  to  his  rest; 
From  cheek  and  brow  the  fevered  Hush 
AV:is  cooled  away, — a  sacretl  hush 

7  With  that  sweet  guarding  Presence  came ; 
The  winds  and  waters  learned  her  name. 
And  while  her  dainty  sail  is  furled. 
Steal  lightly  past  tlic  resting  worhl. 

MRU    •.  M.  I.  IIENKT. 

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THE  NEW  SONG. 

1  There's  a  sonjj  ever  new  that  the  anjjels  are  singing, 

Thro'    stiTcts    that  a"e  gardei.,   from  hearts  ever 

[blest: 
There's  a  song  ever  vry    that    the    eweet   ])ells    arc 

[ringing, 
As  eacii  week  beg-'is  with  its  SrJ)bath  of  rest. 

2  There's  a  song  ever  new  that  tlie  ransomed  in  glory 

Are  singing  to-<lay,  as  around  the  white  throne, 
From  the  infant  of  days  to  tht;  head  that  was  hoary, 
They  join  in  the  praise  of  what  Jesus  hath  done. 

3  There's  a  song  ever  new  tliat  awaits  us  in  heaven. 

When  eartii-toil  all  finished,  eartli  duties  all  done, 
We  shall  meet  upon  high  with  our  sins  all  forgiven. 
And  sit  at  the  feet  of  the  glorified  One. 

4  There's  a  song  ever  new,  oh,  proclaim  it,  ye  mountains! 

Shout,  shout  it  with  gladness,  ye  beautifid  hills. 

Pour  it  forth  in  your  flowing,  ye  rivers  and  fountains, 

Wliile  ev'ry  green  vale  with  its  melody  thrills. 

By  periuissio:-,  M.  E.  servos*. 

SWEET  SABBATH  DAY. 

"CaU  thr  Sabbath  a  dcliijkl," -Ua.  liii :  13, 

1  Sweet  Sabbath-day  of  peace. 
Sweet  day  of  rest  and  prayer; 

In  it  we  read  a  Father's  love, 
A  Fatlier's  tender  care. 

2  Thro'  all  tlie  busy  week. 
To  toil  our  days  are  given; 

But  now  we  j)ut  these  cares  aside, 
And  look  from  earth  to  lieaven. 

3  Here  in  this  holy  house. 

This  i)Iace  where  God  doth  meet 
His  friends,  we  lay  our  joyful  songs 
Our  oU'rings  at  his  feet. 

4  Dear  Lord,  may  Sabbath  peace 
Pervade  each  troubled  heart; 

May  tho'ts  of  worldly  toil  and  gain, 
And  wrong  desires  dej)art. 

5  Oh,  fill  our  hearts  with  love 
For  thee,  thou  F'irst  and  Best: 

And  may  this  day  a  foretaste  be 
Of  thy  eternal  rest. 

By  permission. 


ANNA   HIIAKB. 

lulin  3nne  fc'lliott. 

Julia  Anne  Elliott,  the  daughter  of  .lohn  Marshall,  of  Hallatoads, 
and  wife  of  the  Rev.  H.  V.  Elliott,  was  thi? author  of  many  licautiful 
hymus.  some  of  which  were  published  in  a  collection  made  by  lier  hus- 
band in  1835,  entitled.  "Psalms  and  llymus  for  Public  Wnnihii'."  She 
died  on  the  3d  of  November,  1841,  in  England,  htr  native  laud. 

BRIGHT  AND  SACRED  MORN. 
1   Hail  I   thou  bright  and  sacred  mom. 

Risen  with  gladness  in  thy  beams! 
Light,  which  not  of  earth  is  torn. 

From  thy  dawn  in  glory  streams : 
Airs  of  Heaven  are  breath'd  around. 
And  each  i)lace  ib  holy  ground. 


2  Sad  and  weary  were  our  way. 

Fainting  oft  beneath  our  load. 
But  for  thee,  thou  blessed  dav, 

Ilcsting-place  on  life's  rough  road! 
H  -re  fiow  fortli  the  streams  of  grace, 
Slrengtheii'd  hence  we  run  our  race. 

3  Great  Creator!  who  this  day 

From  Thy  perfect  work  didst  rest; 
By  the  souls  that  own  Thy  sway 

Hallow'd  be  its  hours  and  blest; 
Cares  of  earth  aside  be  thrown. 
This  day  giv'n  to  Heaven  alone! 

4  Saviour !  who  this  day  didst  break 

The  dark  prison  of  the  tomb. 
Bid  ni}-  slumbering  soul  awake. 

Shine  throusjh  all  its  sin  and  gloom ; 
Jjct  me,  from  my  bonds  set  free. 
Rise  from  sin,  and  live  to  Thee! 

5  Blessed  Spirit!  Comforter! 

Sent  this  day  from  Christ  on  high; 
Lord,  on  me  Thy  gifts  confer, 

Cleanse,  illumine,  sanctify ! 
All  Thine  infiuence  shed  abroad. 
Lead  me  to  the  truth  of  God! 

6  Soon,  too  soon,  the  sweet  repose 

Of  this  <hiy  of  God  will  cease ; 
Soon  this  glimpse  of  Heaven  will  close, 

Vanish  soon  the  hours  of  peace  ; 
Soon  return  the  toil,  the  strife, 
All  the  weariness  of  life. 

7  But  the  rest  which  yet  remains 

P^or  Thy  people,  Lord,  above. 
Knows  nor  change,  nor  fears,  nor  pains. 

Endless  as  their  Saviour's  love  ; 
Oh!  may  every  Sabbath  here 
Briuy  us  to  that  rest  more  near ! 


JULIA  AXSE  ELLIOTT. 


Sirs,  llxmk  fotkc  ^ailfg. 


Mrs.  Urania  Locke  Bailey  was  l>orn  in  Gill,  Franklin  Co.,  Mass,,  and 
died  March  2oth  1882.  at  Providence,  R.  I.  She  was  the  author  of  many 
touching  hymns,  tlie  best  known  of  which  are  perliaps.—"  The  Master 
has  come  over  Jordan"  and  "The  mistakes  of  my  life  have  been  many." 
Through  the  kindue.i3  of >  her  husband  the  following  hyrou  is  inserted 
from  her  well-known  volume  eutitlcd  "Star  Flowers."  Hers  was  a 
sweet  and  saintly  6i)irit  and  the  world  hxs  lo.'st  much  by  her  removal. 
But  being  dead  she  yet  speaketh  through  her  beautiful  hymns,  breath- 
ing so  much  of  i>atieDce  and  love. 

THE  LORD'S  DAY  COMETH. 

1   Falling  half  asleep,  .some  spirit 

Seems  to  take  me  by  the  hand. 
Suddenly,  without  transition. 

To  a  radiant  smnmcr-land; 
Where  the  light  is  like  a  glory. 

Where  the  mountains  are  sublime, 
And  the  feet  of  younti  immortals 

Rather  seem  to  fly  than  climb. 


PRAISJS. 


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2  Trees  are  there,  like  palms  in  stature; 

Hirds  of  shajK-  and  plinnaj^e  rart'. 
Streaked  and  hued  like  gorgeous  lilies, 

Float  along  the  ambient  air. 
Then  a  voice,  a  stir,  awakes  me; 

1  am  on  a  couch  of  j)ain ; 
And  this  weak  and  weary  body 

Holds  me  like  an  iron  chain. 

3  Hark  I  the  robins  in  the  linden! 

Hark!   the  swallows  in  the  sun! 
SiiiLcing  for  the  joy  of  living  ! 

lUiss  of  being  just  begun! 
Ilai  k  I  the  Lord's  day  chimes  are  playing! 

hist  the  sound  of  joyful  feet 
Passing  onward  to  the  tem{)les 

Where  the  Lord's  beloved  meet ! 

4  Lol  another  Lord's  day  Cometh! 

Soon  for  me  it  may  be  here ! 
All  my  heart  lea{)s  up  in  gladness 

When  I  think  it  draweth  near! 
Every  fetter  fallen  from  me 

In  His  countenance  divine, 
I  shall  see  Him  in  His  iK'auty, 

Marv's  risen  Lord  and  mine! 


UNA  LOCKE  BAII.KV. 

ProTiilvDM,  R.  I. 


DAY  OF  REST. 
At  last  the  liii;rerinir  shades  of  niaht 

Have  passed  with  mute  adieu, 
And  Nature's  face  again  is  brisrht 

AVith  morning's  roseate  hue; 
Day  never  dawned  with  fairer  light 

Beneath  a  sky  of  blue. 

LORD'S  DAY 


2  A  radiance  overhangs  the  town — 

A  charm  half  underslocjd — 
The  splendor  of  a  gohlen  crown 

Kncirrles  field  and  wo<m1  ; 
Like  that  lirst  morn  when  CJixl  looked  down 

And  saw  "that  it  wa.s  good." 

3  A  holy  calm  o'er  all  the  earth, 

A  glory  in  the  air, 
As  if  the  glad  sunlight  had  birth 

In  .some  divinely  fair 
Enchanted  land,  where  songs  of  mirth 

Are  echoed  but  iu  prayer. 

4  Anon,  the  chime  of  sacre<l  bells 

Kails  on  <'ach  listening  ear  ; 
With  many  a  note  of  praise,  that  swells 

From  choir  and  organ  clear, 
To  Him  "who  in  the  heavens  dwells," 

And  yet  is  ever  near. 

5  It  is  the  Lord's  appointed  day — 

Sweet  Sabbath  day  of  rest; 
We  put  all  earthly  thoughts  away, 

And  kneel,  our  sins  confessed, 
And  humbly,  penitently  pray 

That  we  may  still  be  blest. 

6  Oh,  peaceful,  sacred  Sabbath  day! 

Blest  day  of  all  the  seven ; 
'Twere  rapture  here  alone  to  stay 

From  dawn  till  dewy  even, 
III  contemplation  of  the  way 

That  leadeth  up  to  heaven. 


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WOMAy  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


AGNES.  C.  M. 


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From  "The  Standard."     O.  Ditson  &  Co.  Boston. 


Mrs.  Jenny  Blaud  Beaiichamp.  is  the  wife  of  Rev.  S.  A.  Beanchamp, 
pastor  of  the  UiiiitiBt  Church,  Denton,  Ti-xas.  She  is  a  woman  of 
Tigorous  intellect,  though  small  in  stature.  Her  writings  in  both 
prose  and  jioetry  hare  been  considerable-  "The  Woman's  Journal" 
"Woman  at  Work,"  and  various  other  periodicals  and  news  papers,  are 
enriched  and  enlivened  by  her  contributions.  She  was  the  first  one  to 
propose  a  compilation  of  hymns  and  .saci  ed  poems  by  woman,  through 
the  oolumnsof  Theluter-Ocean,  somcthreeaudabalf  yearssiuce,  Hei- 
appeal  was  at  once  seconded  by  men  and  women  all  over  the  land  and 
has  resulted  in  this  volume.  She  is  now  President  of  the  Texas  Woman's 
Christian  Temi>crauce  Union,  and  is  tilling  the  position  most  ably  and 
acceptably.  Thoroughly  consecrated  to  the  Masters  use  in  any  field, 
her  power  is  felt  for  good  iu  reform  work,  and  especially  in  the  uplifting 
of  woman  to  the  i>o8itiou  God  designed  her  to  occupy  by  the  side  of  her 
brother,  as  an  equal  and  a  helpmeet. 


DEDICATION  HYMN. 
C.  M. 

"We  dedicate  to  God,  today, 

Tliis  house  for  prai.se  and  prayer: 
Oh  may  we  in  this  Temple,  Lord, 

A  better  temple  rear. 
Wt;"d  build  as  built  the  saints  of  yore, 

Like  to  the  putlisrn  shown ; 
A  glorious  compact  it  shall  be 

If  Thou  prepare  the  stone. 


3  For  goodly  stones  elect  and  clean, 

And  fashioned  by  thy  grace, 
Adorned  with  precious  gems  and  gold 
Shall  mark  th}'  dwelling  place. 

4  Be  thou  the  rock  on  which  we  stand 

Then  we  will  fear  no  fall; 
Although  the  fearful  storms  of  life 
May  beat  upon  our  wall. 

5  Make  here  the  fold  of  thine  own  sheep, 

Where  we  may  dwell  secure ; 
Let  none  intrude,  who  come  not  thro' 
The  heaven  appointed  door. 

6  Here  we  will  tell  thy  dying  love, 

And  show  the  tokens  given ; 
Will  oft  our  solemn  vows  renew 
And  tune  our  harps  for  Heaven. 

7  But  earthly  temples  made  of  clay, 

IIow  soon,  alas  !  they  fail ; 
Our  feeble  frames  more  frail  than  they 

Shall  moulder  in  the  vale. 
9  Oh  grant  when  earthlj*  scenes  are  o'er 

To  us  this  sweet  reward, 
To  tread  Thine  iii)])er  court.*,  and  see 

Thy  glorious  temple,  Lord. 


JKN.NV  DI.ANn  BEArrHAMI-, 


ANNIVERSARY  AND  DEDICATION 

OUR  WELCOME. 


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O  God !  into  thy  temple  come, 

Let  Thy  great  presence  bless ! 
Our  yearniiiij  hearts  could  ask  no  more: 

They  would  not  rest  with  less. 
This  altar  is  their  refuge,  Lord ! 

Drooping  beneath  the  load 
Thy  cliangoless  love  has  ever  laid, 

Thou  g«od  and  gracious  God ! 
Thy  changeless  love !  Come,  Church  of  Christ 

Gathered  above,  —  below :  — 
Ye  angel-lips,  once  vocal  here, 

Help  us  our  thanks  to  show. 
Distance  and  peril  overpassed, 

Pastor  and  peojjle  rest ; 
And  home  is  readied  when  Zion's  courts 

The  wandering  feet  have  pressed. 
0  Heavenly  Home  I  thy  pearly  gates 

Are  shining  on  our  way  ; 
There  may  our  souls  a  welcome  find. 

Such  as  we  give  to-day. 


MIMS   H.   R.   WAKE. 

Bostou,  Masa.  1883. 


f  iicn  |.  misliindloir. 


liUcy  H.  Washington  (nC-e  Walker)  was  bom  in  Whitney,  Addison 
County,  Vermnnt.Jan.  4, 1835.  Slie  graduated  at  Clover  Street  Seojiiiary, 
Rochester,  N.  Y„  in  1856.  Many  of  her  poems  and  hymns  have  been 
publislied  in  a  neat  volume  entitled  "  Echoes  of  Sung."  She  has  long 
been  recognized  as  a  pcet  of  ability  and  an  effective  lecturer  on  temper- 
ance and  kindred  topics. 

HALF  A  CENTURY. 

1828.  1878. 

Fiftieth  Annic'rsar7j  of  the  Diamond  Grove  BaptiU  Church, 

near  Jacksonville,  lUinoia. 

1  A  half  a  century  has  rolled 
Upon  time's  ceaseless  flood. 
Since  here  an  earnest  few  were  called 
To  plant  a  church  of  God. 
.     2  Uj)held  by  all  sustaining  grace, 
Li  mingled  jovs  and  tears, 
This  church  hatK  kept  abiding  place, 
Tiirough  all  these  changing  years. 

3  With  melting  hearts  and  humble  prayer 

Unto  our  God  we  raise, 
We'll  thank  him  for  his  watchful  care. 
And  sing  his  glorious  praise. 

4  For  lie  hath  led  us  all  the  way. 

Our  .shield  and  buckler  He, 
Wlio  brings  us  to  this  goodly  day 
Of  anniversary. 

5  As  now  we  dwell  upon  the  past. 

In  tender,  sad  review, 
O  may  that  love  which  holds  us  fast, 
Our  love  and  zeal  renew. 


6  The  scrolls  of  half  a  century, 

Uiidimmed  to-day  they  show 
The  names  of  tliose  who  served  their  God 
Those  fifty  years  ago. 

7  And  all  along  adown  the  line 

What  record  do  they  bring, 
Of  many  who  havi;  loyal  been 
Unto  their  Glorious  Kin*'. 

O 

8  Within  the  midst  .some  .still  abide 

The  banner  to  uphold, 
"Wliich  for  these  fifty  years  has  stood, 
Inviting  to  the  fold. 

9  Others  afar  toil  not  in  vain, 

Beneath  the  noontide  sun, 
Who  ne'er  may  view  the  scenes  again, 
Where  morning  life  besrun. 

10  Many  have  wearied  by  the  way, 

And  gone  unto  their  rest — ' 
E'en  as  the  sun,  at  close  of  day, 
Sinks  in  the  azure  west. 

1 1  Yet  as  the  sun  resplendently 

Again  at  morn  shall  rise, 
All,  all,  shall  rc-united  be 
In  mansions  in  the  skies. 

12  When  Time  and  Tide  shall  roll  away, 

Then  pass'd  Death's  turbid  flood  " 
We'll  dwell  in  everlasting  day. 
Church  of  the  living  God. 

MRS.    L.    H.   ■WASniMOTCW, 

JacksouvUle.  III.  1878. 

OUR  OFFERING. 

Dedication  of  the  Congregational  Church,  Ilopkinton,  Maits., 

January  Idth,  1860. 

1  Father,  our  offering  we  bring, 

In  Jesus'  sacred  name. 
And  humbly  through  His  precious  blood, 
Would  thine  acceptance  claim. 

2  Here  may  the  Spirit  with  us  dwell. 

An  honored,  constant  Guest ; 
Here  may  His  wondrous  jjower  be  known, 
To  give  the  weary  rest. 

3  May  here,  on  wings  of  living  faith. 

Ascend  the  voice  of  praver. 
And  to  Thy  glorious  throne  on  high. 
Thy  people's  wishes  bear. 

4  Here  maj-  the  notes  of  joyful  praise, 

Like  incense  sweet,  arise, 
To  mingle  with  the  angels'  song, 
Al)ove  the  ujjper  skies, — 

5  Until,  thine  enrlhhj  worship  o'er, 

Tiirough  the  Iicdccmcr's  love. 
We  meet  to  praise  Thee  better  still, 
Within  Thy  courts  above. 

8U8IK  T.  ALDRirn,  Bnm  IMB. 

Hnpkintan, 


42 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


OUR  FATHER  AND  OUR  FRIEND. 

1  0  God,  our  Father  an<l  our  Fric^iid, 
Around  Tliy  throue  our  people  bend, 

For  blessings  sent  tlirough  countless  days, 
Ins|)ir(!  our  hearts  witli  tlianks  and  praise. 

2  A  life  of  working  years  has  sped. 
Since  liands  were  laid  upon  his  head, 
AVith  silvered  locks,  before  Thee,  now, 
Our  pastor  breathes  again  his  vow. 

3  Thou'st  guided  him  midst  joys  and  tears, 
Tiiy  strength  he's  craved  for  doubts  and  fears, 
Thy  hand  to  smooth  the  dying  bed. 

Thy  blessing  begged  on  childhood's  head. 

4  Preserv'e  our  love  as  true  and  warm 
Wiien  age  shall  bow  the  shepherd's  form ; 
!May  we,  long  fostered  by  his  care, 

Our  thaiiks  to  Thee  unceasing  bear. 

ICB8.    FKANCEH  E,    nRIDOES. 

HoiikintoD,  Mass.,  1863. 

PASTOR  AND  PEOPLE. 

1  Our  Father's  God,  on  Thee  we  call, 

To  meet  Tliy  children  here  in  love : 
In<lite  each  thought — accept  our  praise, 
And  make  this  scene  a  blessing  j.rove. 

2  We  thank  Thee  that  Thou'st  spared  so  long 

This  guide,  the  way  of  life  to  show ; 
To  feed  this  flock — their  joys  to  share, 
In  hours  of  woe  with  them  to  mourn. 

3  His  labors,  too,  Tliy  hand  has  blessed. 

And  souls  have  for  his  "  seal  "  been  given; 
Oh !  still  Thy  gracious  aid  bestow, 

And  may  Thy  truth  win  souls  for  Heaven. 

4  And  when  is  hushed  the  "watchman's"  voice. 

His  trumi>et  tones  no  more  we  hear — 
Around  Thy  throne  may  we  rejoice. 
And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

MRS.  8AIl.\H  B.  CROOKS. 

Hopkintou,  Mass..  1S63. 


^biT  Cambriiigf. 


Ada  Cambridge,  an  English  writer,  ia  the  autlior  of  "Hjtuiis  on  tho 
I.itany,"  Hymns  nn  the  Holy  Oommnninn,"  imblisbed  in  1366,  and  a 
talc-  untitled,  "  The  Two  ,Sm-|>licc8." 

THE  TEMPLE  OF  CHRIST. 

1  On  the  dark  threshold  of  His  dwelling-place 

The  Master  stands  ; 
And  hark  I   He  knocks  all  gently  at  the  door, 
As  he  has — oh  !   so  often — knocked  before  ; 

His  voice  is  raised  to  plead 

With  thase  His  love  has  freed 
From  woe  eternal  and  death's  iron  bands. 

2  How  shall  He  find  His  temple-home  prepared 

When  He  comes  in? 
That  Light  of  light,  with  purity  divine, 
Must  it  u])oii  a  .^oul's  jwllution  shhie  ? 

Is  it  in  ruins  there — 

Once  in  His  sigiit  so  fair? 
Will  it  be  choked  with  noisome  weeds  within? 


3  O  Lord  of  life !  if  it  indeed  be  so. 

Then  grant,  we  pray. 
Thine  aid  Divine  its  beauty  to  restore! 
Let  it  be  cold  and  dark  and  foul  no  more, 

But  build  its  altar  up : 

Pour  out  the  l^rimming  cup 
Of  Thine  own  love,  to  cleanse  each  stain  away. 

4  Ah  !  a.s  within  a  great  cathedral  church 

The  sunbeams  shine 
On  pure  and  perfect  beauty,  may  the  light 
Of  heavenly  grace  and  pardon,  soft  and  bright, 

Shine  upon  hearts  made  fair 

IJy  daily  work  and  prayer — 
Meet  for  Thy  jiresence  and  Thy  love  divine. 

ADA  CAMBRIDOB. 


DEDICATION  OF  A  CHURCH. 

1  Father,  with  our  grateful  praises 

At  Thy  throne  we  bow  to-day, 
In  the  blessed  name  of  Jesus 

Hear  us,  as  to  Thee  we  pray. 
Hear  us,  Father, 
Turn  not  from  our  plea  away. 

2  Sins  confessing,  pardon  asking. 

Of  ourselves  we  have  no  claim, 
Yet  we  plead  the  full  forgiveness 

Thou  hast  promised  in  His  nama 
Oh  I  receive  us 
In  our  Surety's  blessed  name. 

3  We  have  built  this  habitation 

For  Thy  worship  here  below. 
Wilt  Thou,  gracious  God,  accept  it 

And  Thy  blessing  now  bestow  ? 
Help  us,  Father, 
Here  the  seeds  of  life  to  sow. 

4  JMay  the  gospel's  precious  story 

Here  in  earnest  words  be  told, 
And  may  faithful  shc[>herds  gather 

Many  lambs  to  swell  the  fold ; 
While  hosaimas 
Echo  thro'  the  streets  of  gold. 

5  Here  may  mourning  hearts  find  comfort 

Sweeter  far  than  earth  can  give, 
And  the  dying  learn,  triumphant. 

How  to  die  that  they  may  live ! 
More  than  conquerors. 
Learn  to  die  that  they  may  live ! 

6  Now,  dear  Lord,  accept  our  offering, 

Let  Thy  blessing  on  us  rest; 
In  this  earthly  habitation 

Ever  dwell  an  honored  guest: 
]\Iay  we  serve  Thee 
Till  we  meet  among  the  blest. 

SUSIE    V.    ALDKIcn. 

Boston,'  Mass..  1883. 


ANNIVERSARY  AND  DEDICATION. 


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Pss  ^nnle  f .  Smitlj. 


TWO  HUNDRED  YEARS. 

Head  at   the  lU-Ccnteniiial  Annlvcrsdrj/  of  the  First 
Conyrerjational    Church,  tilonintjtun.  Conn. 
1074.  1S74. 

1  Just  where  Delft-IIiiven's  sons  look  out 

Over  tlio  white  sea-foam, 
Once  knelt  upon  its  siiining  sand 

Exiles  from  hearth  and  home. 
Upon  its  sliinin;;;  beach  knelt  down 

The  May-Flower's  little  band, 
And  asked  that  God  would  be  their  Guide 

To  the  far  Western  Land. 

2  To  that  far  "Wcst(>rn  Laud  they  ^  came, 

And  j)rayed  upon  its  shore  ; 
Behind,  the  wild  Atlantic  wave  ; 

The  forests  wild,  before, — 
Behind,  they  left  their  sculptur'd  Fanes, 

With  windows  broad  aid  hi<;h. 
Where  one  unfading  sunset  reigns 

In  rich  emblazonry. 

3  Before  them  spread  the  forest  aisles, 

With  pillar'd  vistas  fair. 
Where  tones,  like  organ  tones,  were  in 

Tlie  undulating  air, — 
Where  oft,  through  interlacing  boughs, 

And  leafy  canopy, 
Streamed  Lints  that  God  paints  ev'ry  day 

The  windows  of  the  sky. 

4  They  brought  with  them  a  treasure  rare. 

Not  of  the  land,  or  sea ; 
They  nurtured  it  in  faith  and  prayer, 

The  germ  of  Liberty  ! 
Its  branches  spread  to  many  climes ; 

The  nations  sit  beneath  ! 
Its  roots  upheave  old  dynasties 

Of  tyranny  and  death  ! 

5  And  others  sought,  with  kindred  zeal, 

'•Tiie2  River  of  the   Pines," 
And  others  came  where  Wallingford 

In  azurn  glory  shines. 
Just  where^  New  Haven's  steeples  rise 

'Mid  wealth  of  greenery, 
Th<\v  w()rshii)ed*   that  first  Sabbath  day 

Beneath  the  broad  oak  tree. 


So,  on  this  hillock  green,  where  still 

Is  heard  the  voice  of  prayer, 
Once^  came  a  chosen  few,  whose  names 

We  keep  with  rev'rent  care. 
They  wrought  with  fond,  forecastiug  love, 

For  ages  yet  to  be  ; 
And  age  to  age  repeats  the  praise 

Of  honored  ancestry. 


7  They  ^formed  a  church,  whose  shining  light 

Should  point  their  sons  to  Heaven  ; 
A  beacon  in  eacjj  stormy  night 

For  those  by  tempest  driven  ; 
And  fast,  and  faster,  came  the  storm ! 

And  fast  shut  down  the  night  ! 
And  still  from  this  lone  hillock  shone 

The  faithful  beacon  light. 

8  And  thus,  by  earnest  men,  who  sought 

Their  best  to  consecratj;. 
Was  founded  dear  New  England's  realm, 
Were  founded  Church  and  State. 

9  "He  who  transplanted, still  sustaiued," 

Wlieii  fierce  their  savage,  foes. 
And  skies  were  redden'd  as  the  flames 

From  burning  homes  arose  ; 
When  lite  grew  tearful  'mid  its  wants, 

'Mid  hunger  and  disease. 
And  death  grew  fearful  'mid  the  taunta 

Of  savage  enemies. 

ANMtE  I.  aMITH. 

1.1C30. 

2.  Hartford,  on  the  t'nimcctlcut-1635»ud  1636. 

3.  Xiw  Havoii,  nuar  yuiiiui|ii.io  riTir.  4.  April  IStli.  1638 

5.  First  IViiiifrcifralicnial  Cliuroli  of  Slouiugtou.  foruiud  ou  Agree- 

iiiciit  Hill. 

6.  This  Ohurcli  was  formed  iu  167i-tlie  year  preceding  "Pluliii  •  wu. 

THE  CHILDREN'S  SONG. 

Tune.— " J  ii((Z  Lang  Syne." 

1  O  God  I  in  dark  and  troublous  times 

The  fathers  trusted  Thee  ; 
And  what  was  gain  they  counted  loss, 

For  Christ  and  Liberty  ! 
And  when  they  slept  untroubled  sleep 

New  England  hills  among, 
"He  who  transplanted  still  sustains," 

Became  the  children's  song. 

2  Swift  'neatli  dividing  centuries 

The  electric  current  runs. 
Linking  through  love  and  loyalty 

The  fathers  and  the  sons. 
For  we  are  one,  though  they  in  dust 

Sleep  centuries  away — 
And  strong  with  life  our  pulses  beat, 

Yet  we  are  one  Kxlay. 
S  One,  though  our  eyes  have  never  seen 

The  City  where  they  dwell : 
Its  pearly  gates,  its  goldeu  sheen. 

To  us  invisible. 
And  we,  their  .sons,  when  scatter'd  far, 

By  mountain  and  by  sea. 
Though  creeds  dividi",  shall  yet  be  one, 

O  Christ  our  Lord,  in  Thee  ! 
4  God,  their  Deliv'rer  and  their  Strength  ! 

The  cldldreii  still  upstay. 
Nor  suffer  them  in  life  or  death, 

To  fall  from  Thee  away  ! 
•'  He  who  transplanted  yet  sustains," 

With  ever-growing  love. — 
Age  after  age  shall  (;atch  the  strains. 

Until  we  meet  al)ove  ! 

AKNIK  I.  Kurrii, 


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WUMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


DEDICATION  HYMN. 

1  Our  Fallicr,  (Jod,  this  (l:iy  wo  hriiij^ 
To  Tlicf  our  iR'urtlVlt  olVcriinf  ; 

'I'lif  |>io(lii(ts  of  our  stores  and  lands, 
The  work  of  uuiiiy  willinji  liaiids. 

AVe  ask  for  peace, 
For  sacretl  rest. 

2  Those  ijifts  of  trust  TIiou  dost  bestow 
Upon  Tliy  children  liere  below, 

May  we  in  harmony  combine 

And  render  buck  us  ever  Thine. 

We  usk  for  ])eace. 
For  sacred  rest. 

3  And  in  this  temple  for  Tliy  praise, 
We 'wish  our  thoughts  and  lives  to  raise 
Up  to  a  standard  ])ure  and  lair, 

So  we  be  worthy  of  Thy  <arc, 

And  Thy  sweet  peace, 
Thy  sacred  rest. 

4  May  we  all  nobler,  stronircr  prove, 
As  we  may  brinij  each  irift  of  love  ; 
Father,  we  bow  to  Thee  to-day, 
Let  every  trusting  spirit  i)ray 

For  Thy  sweet  peace. 
Thy  sacred  rest. 


URS.   M.  M.   FRAZIER. 


THE  CORNER  STONE. 

Upon  the  occasion  of  the  laying  of  the  comer  stone  of  the  Woman's  Col- 
lege, Evauston,  IlL 

1  Great  Builder,  from  whose  perfect  thought 

Burst  like  a  flower  creation's  plan, 
Whose  mighty  hand  through  ages  wrought 
To  shape  a  dwelling-place  for  man, 

2  Not  with  Thy  wisdom  or  Thy  might 

Can  we.  Thy  children,  build  to-<lay. 

Since  Thou  could  poise  the  stars  of  light, 

And  hold  them  on  their  'ihining  way. 

3  W^eak  are  our  hands,  but  striving  still 

To  bring  Thy  glorious  kingdom  near, 
AVe  work  obedient  to  Thy  will. 

And  claim  Thy  strength  and  feel  no  fear. 

4  Builder  divine  !   beside  each  rope 

Let  Thy  bright  angels  stand  to-day, 
Angels  of   Patience,  Faith,  and  Hope, 
Unseen  our  corner-stone  to  lay. 

5  Sj)oed  Thou  the  work  until  we  raise. 

With  shouts  of  joy,  the  topmost  dome, 
Ami  grateful  say,  amid  our  praise. 

We  do  but  give  Thee  back  Thine  own. 

MRS.    EMILY  UUNTINliTOS  .MILLER. 

ANNIVERSARY  HYMN. 

1  Through  many  years  of  light  and  shade. 
How  dear  the  bond  has  grown. 
Which  has  the  pastor  and  his  Hock 
Cemented  into  one. 


2  Their  prayers  have  blent  in  bridal  scenes — 

Beside  the  bed  of  deatli ; 
And  rose,  a  cloud  of  incense  sweet. 
Upon  the  zephyr's  breath, 

3  When  contrite  ones  have  bowed  the  knee, 

And  pleatl,  with  trembling  tone, 
That  darkest  sins  might  be  forgiven. 
Through  the  atoning  One. 

4  O  gracious  Father,  Thou  whose  smile 

Hath  blessed  these  lengthened  years 
With  all  their  glowing  joy  and  love. 
Their  mingled  hopes  and  fears, 

5  Grant  that  this  bond  may  never  break, 

But  when  we  meet  above. 

May  we,  as  pastoryund  as  flock, 

Still  join  to  sing  Thy  love. 


Sl'SIE    ▼.  ALDRICH. 
Boston,  Mass ,  1883. 


ilrs.lulmg.  gallarir. 


Mrs.  Julia  P.  Ballard  is  the  wife  of  the  Professor  of  Moral  Philosophy 
and  Rhetoric,  iu  I.afayette  College,  Pa.  From  1866  to  1872  he  was  the 
pastor  of  Fort  St.  Church,  Detroit,  Mich.  While  there,  the  following 
hymn  was  written  hy  Mrs.  Ballard,  and  sung  at  the  25th  auniversary  of 
thatchurcli.  She  is  the  author  of  many  beautiful  hymns  and  poem? 
that  will  have  a  permauent  place  in  hymnology  and  literature.  She  is 
one  of  the  authors  of  the  " '  Scarlet  Oak,"  a  book  of  poems  of  rare  merit, 
and  from  which  she  has  courteously  allowed  selections  to  be  ma<le  for 
this  volume.  The  young  people,  for  w  hom  she  has  written  much  prose 
as  well  as  poetry,  will  best  know  her  by  the  name  of  Kruna. 

HYMN  FOR  CHURCH  DEDICATION  OR 
ANNIVERSARY. 

1  O  Thou  whose  ever-listening  ear 
Thy  children's  faintest  cry  doth  hear, 
Thy  gracious  love  to  us  impart. 
Great  Helper  of  each  waiting  heart. 

2  Be  with  us  while  as  one  we  meet. 
Thy  special  mercies  to  repeat ; 
While  we  our  song  of  praise  renew. 
The  Lord  hath  helped  us  hitherto. 

3  The  past  Thy  tender  care  hath  found. 
The  i)resent  with  Thy  love  is  crowned; 
Let  all  the  fuiure  work  Thy  will, 

The  Lord  shall  be  our  Helper  still. 

JULIA  p.  BALLARD. 


WELCOME  TO  A  PASTOR 

1   Our  Lord  hath  sent  a  shepherd. 

His  flock  to  tend  and  feed; 
We  give  thee  joyful  welcome. 

Thy  watchful  care  we  need; 
Come,  lead  us  thro'  green  pastures. 

Beside  the  waters  still. 
Till  safe  Thy  flock  is  folded 

Upon  the  heavenly  hill. 


A NNI VERSA RY  AND  DKUl (  A  TIoN. 


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2  Oiir  Loni  hath  sent  a  teacher 

The  bread  of  life  to  break; 
V»^e  i^ive  tht'c  earm-st  welcome. 

For  oiir  (ireat  Teaelu-r's  sake. 
Thou,  lookiiiji  unto  .Jesus, 

Ilast  leariitMl  Ilis  truth  divine; 
Let  now  upon  our  spirits 

Its  tender  glory  shine. 

3  Our  Lord  has  sent  a  leader, 

His  ifos|)t"l  trump  to  sound; 
We  ijive  thec!  loyal  welcome, 

His  banner  rally  round. 
Lead  on,  with  thee  we  follow, 

Aijainst  the  hosts  of  sin ; 
Till  in  the  church  triumphant. 

Our  Lord's  well-tlone  we  win. 

4  To  "Rethany's  sweet  friendships, 

To  C'ana's  feasts,  so  fair ; 
To  Zion's  holy  temple, 

To  Olive's  mount  of  prayer; 
From  Hethlehem  to  Calvary, 

¥j\\\  throuirh  Gethsemane, 
With  us  to  follow  .lesns. 

We  welcome,  welcome  thee. 

MHH.  M.  B.  C.  HLADE. 

VACATION  HYMN. 

78.  Tuue  "liorton." 

1  Pleasant  church,  undo  thy  doors! 
For  the  morninjjj  sunliiiht  pours 
Down  thy  walls,  and  balmy  breeze 
Stirs  among  the  waving  trees, 

2  And  the  fountain's  diamond  drops 
Rise  and  fall  in  measured  stops: 
Open!  let  the  praise  go  in, 
C'hordintr  with  the  orifan-Iivmn. 

3  From  the  belfry,  oM  and  gray, 
Swinging  slow  in  solemn  sway, 
Sounds  the  voice  that  years  ago 
Called  our  fathers  to  and  fro. 

4  Now  tlie  children  hither  bring 
Willing  feet,  and  hearts  that  sing; 
This,  the  parting  hymn,  they  pour 
'Till  the  summer-days  are  o'er. 

MISX  II.  ft.  WARR. 

Boston,  Mass.,  ISSO. 

THE  APOSTLES'  CREED. 

1  We  all  boli(>ve  in  one  true  God, 

Fatlu^r,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Strong  Deliverer  in  our  need. 

Praised  by  all  th(>  lieavenly  host, 
l^y  whos(>  mighty  power  alone 
All  is  made,  and  wrought,  and  done. 

2  And  we  believe  in  .T<>sus  Christ, 

Son  of  man  and  Son  of  God ; 
Who,  to  rai.se  us  up  to  lieavtMi, 

Left  His  throne  and  bore  our  load ; 
I>y  whos«>  (TOSS  and  death  are  wo 
Rescued  from  our  misery. 


3  And  we  confess  the  Holy  Ghost, 

Who  from  both  forever  flows  ; 
M'iio  nplioMs  and  cuniforts  us. 

In  the  midst  of  fe;irs  ami  woes. 
I'list  ami  liftly  Trinity, 
I'raise  shall  aye  be  broin:ht  to  tliee! 

T.    (XAL'HNITZKK.     TK.   IIY   MInH  >\    WINkWuliTIL 

A  PASTOR'S  "WORK. 

From  a  p<w~in  rriul  at  the  t«nth  niinlTomry  nf  T>r  r»in<1eiri  t««tatBt« 
of  tlic  Pilt^riiii  C'<i::grtKttlic>iiuI  C'lmrdi,  HL  LuuU. 

1  O  pastor  !   friend  !   to  whom  wo  bring 

This  greeting  from  our  hearts  to-night. 
Yours  was  the  face,  the  han<l,  the  voice. 

That  gave  our  life  its  lia|)piesf  li<iht. 
You'nc  helped  us  all  our  burdens  bear, 

And  never  wearied  night  or  d.iy  ; 
You've  turned  our  thoughts  and  heart.s  asido 

From  earth  and  pain  to  heaven  alway. 

2  You  have  upon  our  children's  heads 

Laid  softly  the  baptismal  seal  ; 
Or  at  the  ni:irriago  altar  joinecl 

Their  youthful  lives  for  woe  or  weal ; 
You've  tuiMied  their  faces  to  the  light 

And  radiance  of  the  Father's  throne, 
Until  they've  leanie(l  His  wondrous  grace, 

And  He  has  marked  them  "for  His  own. 

3  You've  held  the  hand  of  those  we  loved 

AVlu'ii  shadows  gathered  thick  and  fast. 
When  lights  burned  low  and  stars  grow  <lim, 

As  from  our  clinging  arms  they  passed  ; 
You've  stood  beside  the  open  grav<'s 

Wherein  we  laid  them  down  to  sleep, 
AikI  wliisp(>rcd  to  our  aching  hearts 

That  they  were  given  to  God  to  keeji. 

4  Your  words  full  many  a  mother's  voice 

Has  whis])ered  to  her  listening  child  ; 
Your  prayers  fidl  many  a  stubborn  heart 

From  ways  of  sorrow  have  beguiled ; 
And  in  that  light  which  you  have  cast 

Upon  this  weary  life  of  ours. 
Small  tasks  and  aims  have  grown  divine. 

And  gained  new  purj)Oses  and  powers. 

5  You  may  not  know  what  higher  thought. 

Or  what  uplifted  argument. 
The  tenor  of  your  life  has  ^jiven. 

Or  to  your  neighi)or's  life  hath  lent; 
What  hearts  and  souls  you've  made  alive. 

And  tatight  how  vast  the  world  ni.ay  be; 
What  visions  you  have  shown  to  eyes 

Th.'it  knew  not  heaven  was  fair  to  sec. 

6  But  soon  or  late,  the  time  will  come 

When  groves  of  countless  palms  shall  spring 
Upon  the  barren  groimd  we  knew. 

And  in  the  branches  birrls  shall  slug; 
And  many  witnesses  shall  rise 

To  bless  your  memory,  and  tell. 
Beneath  the  grateful,  pleasant  shade. 

From  whom  tlic  seed  thus  quiikenol  fell. 

Miui.  Mil  r<<  niti  La. 
Ml.  Unit. 


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WOMAN  IN  SAC  a  ED  SONG. 


AN  ORDINATION  HYMN. 


^usait  %m  Wi.\\x)i, 


1  O  G()<1  of   Israel  1   wlio  liast  It-d 

Thy  peopli-  iiiirlit  and  day  ; 
Who  hast  tluir  Zioii  made  to  them 
A  fair  and  jilcasaut  way  ; 

2  A  jxricf  hatli  dimmed  her  altar  fires — 

Made  pale  lier  precious  .stones; 
With  augel-worshippers,  her  priest 
The  temple-service  owns. 

3  To  Thee  we  bring  another.  Lord! 

Let  Thine  ordaining  hand 
Seal  him  the  "Minister  of  (Jod," 
Within  these  courts  to  stand. 

4  A  watchman  on  Thy  holy  hill, 

To  hail  the  morning  light; 
A  shepherd  that  shall  fold  his  flock 
From  perils  of  the  nighu 

5  His  feet  \\\w\\  the  mountain  tops 

Let  them  in  beauty  come; 
His  voice  with  heavenly  tidings  draw 
The  wandering  people  home. 

6  The  dew  of  youth  is  on  his  head — 

O  God!  care  Thou  for  him! 
On  priest  and  jjeople  pour  the  light 
That  earth-clouils  cauuot  dim. 

7  Light  on  his  way  and  ours,  great  God! 

God  of  that  "Morning  Star" 
Which  guides  the  nations  to  the  house 
Where  many  mansions   are  ! 


MISS  H.  a.  WARK. 

Boston,  Mass.,  1882. 


ANNIVERSARY  OF  AN  ORDINATION 

1  Behold,  the  years,  the  conquering  years, 

Run  out  man's  little  life  ; 
Furrows  and  frosts  and  pains  and  tears 
Proclaim  the  unequal  strife. 

2  Behold  the  soul,  serene  and  strong, 

Beneath  its  patriarch  day  : 

Its  morning  beauty  plays  along 

Its  evening's  glorious  way. 

3  So  shines  the  day  of  him  who  wrouglit, 

O  church  of  Christ!  for  you  ; 
Your  homes  and  graves  and  hearts  have  taught 

How  faithful  and  how  true. 
His  way  of  duty  girdled  round 

Your  every  varied  lot ; 
To  (lod's  di^c])  providences  bound. 

And  to  himself  forgot. 
5  Time's  shadows  fall ;  lie  rests  liini  now  ; 

O  grace  of  God  !  descend, 
Infold  his  heart  and  bless  his  brow, 

And  own  him  as  thy  frii^nd. 

MISH  11.  H.  WARB. 


Rusan  ITaycs  W'ard  is  a  proh'tic  .-itnl  jile:using  wTiter  of  l>oth  prose  and 
TersL',  tlii>ii;;ti  in  tht;  latter.  Ikt  work  lias  coimisteil  mainly  of  (.t'riiiau 
translations  anil  Biblical  ))ai'a)ihrasus.  Fnr  the  missionary  <U'partnient 
of  this  work,  she  lia-s  written  a  bLautiful  paraplirase  on  the  6th  of  Isaiah, 
which  chapter  she  coiuiders  the  maiiupruig  of  all  missiouary  effort. 


THE  MOUNT  OF  THE  SERMON. 

1  O  sons  of  men  !  come  and  behold 
The  puli)it  God  hath  built  of  old  ; 
O  sons  of  men  !   hear  as  ye  ought 

The  j)reacher  God  IJimself  hath  taught. 
Christ  teacheth  from  the  mountain. 

2  Ye  priests,  come  from  Jerusalem, 
Ye  shepherds,  come  from  Bethlehem, 
Thou  traveller  from  Jericho, 

Do  not  pass  by  ;   why  hasten  so  ? 
Christ  teacheth  from  the  mountain. 

3  Leave,  husbandman,  thy  j)loug]i  afar, 
And  maiden,  leave  thy  water-jar  ; 
Y'e  mothers,  liaste  in  eager  throng 
And  bring  your  little  ones  along. 

Christ  teacheth  from  the  mountain. 

4  Come,  weary  graybeard,  with  thy  staff ; 
Come,  brown-haired  boy,  with  merry  laugh  ; 
The  draught  He  pours  of  truth  divine 

Is  milk  for  babes,  for  old  men  wine. 
Christ  teacheth  from  the  mountain. 

5  Kings  of  the  East,  oh,  haste !  and  ye 
From  far-oil  islands  of  the  sea, 

Let  all  the  nations  hither  flow. 
His  word  runs  swiftly  to  and  fro. 
Christ  teacheth  from  the  mountain. 

6  Ye  little  birds  in  ether  blue, 

Lilies  that  gleam  the  meadows  through, 

Ye  birds  of  might  that  sweep  the  plain, 

The  Lord  who  made  you  speaks  again  : 

Christ  teacheth  from  the  mountain. 

7  When  jNIoscs  on  the  mountain  spoke. 
The  land  in  storm  and  thunder  shook  ; 
Wlien  Jesus  on  the  mountain  stands, 
Li  sunlight  glimmer  all  the  lands. 

Christ  teacheth  on  the  mountain. 

8  O  heart  bowed  down  with  agony, 
Come,  climb  this  mountain  side  with  me ; 
Like  mist,  thy  pain  shall  disappear, 
Thine  heart  expand,  thine  eye  grow  clear. 

Christ  teacheth  on  the  mountain. 

9  Hence  !  arrogance  and  hate  and  pride, 
That  thrusts  tlie  publican  aside  ; 

The  soul  that  thirsts  for  righteousness 
Our  God  invites,  our  God  will  bless. 

Christ  teacheth  from  the  mountain. 
10  Hence  !  idle  boast  of  dead  works  done  ; 
Hence!  pride  of  priestcraft,  overblown; 
Where'er  an  eye  looks  uj)  to  God, 
Is  temple,  altar,  holy  rood. 

Christ  teacheth  on  the  mountain. 


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11  And  though  He  wait  j'our  door  witliout, 
And  thoiiifh  the  tliimkless  bar  Ilim  out, 
His  f(()s|)('l  of  eternal  ;^race 

Shall  still  resound  tlirou<,di  every  jjhice. 
Christ  teacheth  from  the  uiouutaui. 

12  The  birds  wdl  sing  it  in  the  air, 

The  flowers  «ill  waft  its  fragrance  far, 
The  waves  will  bear  it  o'er  the  sea. 
And  winds  will  float  His  message  free. 

Christ  teacheth  from  the  mountiiin. 
And  if  I  go,  or  if  I  bide. 
In  valley  deep,  on  mountain  side, 
'Neath  noontide  blaze,  or  starlight  dim. 
When  Jesus  speaks  Til  hear  to  Him, 

Christ  teacheth  from  the  mountain. 


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Than  all  earth's  hjftier  summits  are, 
Sinai  and  Zion  well  agree 

AN'ith  (jera/.im  to  bow  to  thee. 

Christ  teacheth  from  the  mountain. 

15  O  earth,  so  wide  and  fair  and  broad, 
A  teni[)le  sacred  to  our  (lod, 

O  church,  built  by  the  Lord  most  high, 
And  reaching  all  beneath  the  sky  ; 
Christ  teacheth  from  the  mountain. 

16  Come,  quickly  come,  that  glorious  ilay 
When  all  ihv  world  shall  Him  obey. 
When  unto  Him  shall  bow  eacli  knee, 
An<l  all  flesh  worship  silently. 

And  Christ  teach  from  the  mountain. 

Translated  from  the  Ornrmii  of  (ivrok  by 

SVHAS    IIAVKH  WAim. 

Newark,  N.  J  ,  1883. 


THEY  THAT  TRUST  IN  THE  LORD. 


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PARTING  SONG. 
For  the  cloHn  of  1S37,  Andovr  Theological  Seminary. 

1  Brethren,  the  hour  hath  come 

That  severs  heart  from  lieart, 
And  bids  from  Learnini^'s  sacred  dome 
Our  pilgrim  steps  dejjart ; 

2  Some  to  yon  eastern  sphere, 

Where  tlie  dead  idols  reiifn, 

The  Ijanner  of  the  Cross  to  rear 

O'er  Falsehood's  giant  fane ; 

3  Some  to  the  youthful  West, 

The  country  of  our  love, 
To  sow  that  seed  in  earth's  green  breast 
Whose  fruit  is  reaped  above. 

4  Dear  are  the  hallowed  walls  ; 

How  dear  each  chosen  friend  ; 
Yet  cheerful,  when  our  Saviour  calls, 
Each  cherished  tie  we  rend. 

5  And  every  deed  of  love 

Dee])  on  our  hearts  we'll  grave, 
Ilowe'er  in  foreign  lands  we  rove, 
Or  ride  the  crested  wave. 

6  Prayer  is  the  link  of  gold 

That  binds  us  heart  to  heart, 
The  watchword  of  our  Master's  fold 
That  joins  us,  though  \^  e  part. 

7  Why  should  we  say  farewell  ? 

Are  we  not  soon  to  meet. 
The  triumphs  of  our  God  to  tell 
Before  His  glorious  seat? 

8  Why  should  we  say  farewell  ? 

How  few  and  brief  the  days 
Ere  with  the  angel-host  we  swell 
Our  dear  Redeemer's  praise.    . 

MRS.  SiaOURNEY.     1837. 

THE  EVERLASTING  YEA. 

1  The  first  recorded  words  that  brake 

Across  the  silent  Eden  air, — 
The  first  that  lips  created  spake 

To  man,  the  sinless  dweller  there, — 

2  Were  words  of  covert  doubt,  that  veiled 

Denial  in  their  cautious  breath 
Right  subtly,  or  they  else  had  failed 
To  lure  their  listener  on  to  death. 

3  "  Yea  hath  God  said?"   One  carping  thought 

Dropped  with  the  tempter's  sinuous  slur 
Into  the  startled  soul,  and  cauglit 

With  strange  assent,  had  power  to  stir 

4  Such  dread  negation,  that  its  force 

Was  strong  in  might  to  overthrow 
Faith  at  the  race's  fountain  source, 
And  whelm  a  skeptic  world  in  woe. 

5  "  Tea  hath  God  said?"     The  primal  doubt 

Wrouirht  through  the  earliest  sophist's  skill, 
Is  H\ing,~like  some  new  question,  out 
From  the  last  lip  that  cavils,  still. 


6  Its  echo  sinks  and  swells  along 

The  ages,  with  a  spell  accurst; 
Now  arrogant,  defiant,  strong. 
Now  cunning,  crafty,  as  at  first. 

7  And  fast  and  far  the  lava  flood 

Will  roll  its  ruin  deep  and  broad, 
Unstayed  by  even  atoning  blood, 
Till  the  millennium  of  God. 

8  Then  shall  the  unavailing  Nay 

Uttered  in  Eden  first,  become. 
Before  the  Eiverlasting  Yea 

Breathed  in  the  olive  garden,  dumb ! 

9  For  God  Jiath  said,  and  He  will  show 

His  word  confirmed  all  worlds  before, 
Till  the  whole  universe  shall  know 
His  Yea  is  Yea,  forevermore  I 

MABGAHET  J.  PRESTON. 

ANGELUS  DOMINI. 

1  Wavelets  of  harmony. 

Circlets  of  sound. 
Vibrations  of  melody, 

Liquid  and  round, 
Riplets  so  holy. 

Beautiful  chimes, 
Angelus  Domini, 

Matin  bell  rhymes. 

2  Seraphic  intonings, 

Breathings  of  prayer. 
Rustle  of  angels'  wings 

Filling  the  air, — 
Purer  than  lullaby 

Right  from  the  sea, 
Angelus  Domini, 

Ave  to  Thee ! 

3  Ave  Maria, 

Maiden  so  true. 
Listen,  dear  sinner. 

She's  pleading  for  you. 
A  sad  iliserere 

The  bells  seem  to  wail, 
Angelus  Domini, 

Jler  prayers  must  avail. 

4  Gratia  plena 

Seems  floating  through  space. 
Fit  alleluia 

To  virginal  grace. 
Tower  of  ivory. 

Mystical  rose, 
Angelus  Domini, 

Pra}'  for  our  woes. 

5  Back  through  dim  ages 

The  memory  sweeps. 
Sin  and  death  rages. 

Mortality  weeps. 
No  angel  of  beauty. 

No  mother  most  chaste, 
Angelus  Domini, 

The  world  was  a  waste. 


PRAISE,   AND   OMNIPRESENCE  OF  OOD. 


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6  No  Gloria  Patri, 

No  star  in  the  East, 
No  inothcr  of  pity 

For  ovcii  the  least ; 
No  stable  so  holy, 

No  manner  of  straw, 
Anjielus  Domini, 

Man  au  outlaw. 

7  No  Christ  in  agony, 

No  cruel  thorn, 
No  lone  (lethsemane, 

No  Saviour  born  ; 
No  blood  on  Calvary, 

No  crucified  Lord, 
Anjielus  Domini, 

Nor  incarnate  Word. 

8  No  five  sacred  wounds, 

So  williiii;  to  bleed, 
Strict  justice  abounds, 

No  Jesus  to  plead  ; 
No  Mater  Dei, 

No  way  of  the  Cross, 
Aiigelus  Domini, 

Think  of  the  loss. 

9  Then  peal  out  your  tragedy 

All  the  year  round, 
Angelus  Domini, 

A  Redeemer  is  found  ! 
Riplets  so  holy, 

IJeautiful  chimes, 
Angelus  Domini, 

Vesper  bell  rhymes. 


LAVINIA  BAinURST. 


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Anne  Bradstrcet  was  the  irife  of  the  goTcrnnr  of  Massachusetts  Col- 
ony, and  daughter  of  Gut.  Thouiaa  Dudley.  Shu  was  liorn  in  England 
in  IGl'i,  bu^  the  honor  nf  her  iioetic  fame  belongs  to  America,  for  she  is 
rccordud  as  the  earliest  poet  of  New  England,  where  she  gained  uiucb 
celebrity.  Cotton  Mather  was  an  ardent  admirer  of  her  writings,  and 
the  excellent  John  Norton  pronounced  her  "the  mirror  of  her  age,  and 
the  glory  of  her  sex,  honored  and  esteemed  for  her  piety  and  gracious 
demeanor."  She  died  in  1673.  Her  poems  fiUaUirge  volume.  Below 
are  given  three  stanzas  from  a  lengthy  poem. 

CONTEM  PLATION. 

1  I  wist  not  what  to  wisii,  yet  sure,  thought  I, 
If  so  much  excellence  abide  below, 

How  excellent  is  lie  that  dwells  on  liigh, 
"Whose  power  and  beauty  by  His  works  we  know. 
Sure  He  is  goodness,  wisdom,  glory,  light, 
Tliat  hath  this  under  world  so  richly  dight ; 
More  heaven  than  earth  was  here,  no  winter  and  no 
night. 

2  So  he  that  saileth  in  this  world  of  pleasure. 
Feeding  on  sweets  tliat  never  bit  of  th'  sowre. 
That's  full  of  friends,  of  honour  and  of  treasure. 
Fond  fool  I  he  takes  this  earth  ev'n  forliea\  'n's  bower; 
But  sad  allliction  comes,  and  makes  him  see 
Here's  neither  honour,  wealth,  nor  safety  ; 

Only  above  is  fouud  all  with  security. 


3  O  Time!   the  fatal  wrack  of  morial  things, 
That  draws  oblivion's  curtain  over  kings. 
Their  sumptuous  monuments,  men  know  them  not, 
Their  names  without  a  record  are  fori.'(it  ; 
Their  parts,  their  ports,   their  pomp's  all  laid  i'  th' 

dust. 
Nor  wit,  nor  gold,  nor  buildings,  'scape  Time's  rust ; 
IJut  He  whose  name  is  graved  in  the  white  stone, 
Shall  last  and  shine  when  all  of  these  are  gone. 

ANKK  DUADHTREET.     IGU. 

CHRIST  IS  IN  THE    UNIVERSE. 

1  Restless  heart,  that,  worn  with  pain, 

Dost  thy  bitter  griefs  rehearse. 
Cease  to  murmur  and  com|)Iain  : 
Christ  is  in  the  universe  I 

2  Pilgrim,  footsore,  weak  and  |)oor, 

Bearing  neither  .scrip  nor  purse, 
Hope,  and  cheerfully  endure  : 
Christ  is  in  the  universe  I 

3  ^^' retched  one,  with  conscience  weighed 

Heavily  with  secret  curse. 
Heavenward  turn  and  cry  for  aid : 
Christ  is  in  the  universe  I 

4  Soul  in  darkness,  wrestling  sore, 

Doubts  of  Him  forbear  to  nurse. 
Knock  and  seek,  and  ne'er  give  o'er : 
Christ  is  in  the  universe  1 

5  An.xious  one,  perturbed,  distressed. 

Evermore  foreboding  worse. 
Comfort  thee  in  thy  unrest : 
Christ  is  in  the  universe  I 

OKA  LOCKE  BAILET. 

"THOUGH  HE  BE  NOT  FAR." 

1  Not  far  I  and  yet  how  many  times  and  oft 

Low-weighted  with  dire  burdens  of  distress, 
We  strain  dim  eyes  toward  empty  nothingness. 
And  toss  wild  arms,  half-doubtiiigly.  aloft, 

2  Uj)  toward  vast  sky-abysses,  making  moan. 

Where  faintly  throbs  that  solemn,  ciiilral  star, 
If,  haply,  we  may  send  so  iiigh  and  far 
One  message  to  His  white  and  shining  throne. 

3  "Not  far  from  every  one  of  us  I"  why,  then. 

The  crouching  beggar  in  the  grimy  street. 
The  trembling  slave,  whom  no  man  turns  to  greet, 
May  seek  for  Him,  and  ask,  and  ask  again, 

4  For  needed  mercy  and  His  loving  care. 

For  light  to  lead  where  faltering  f<-et  must  go; 
For  strength  tc»  battle  with  each  subtle  foe. 
And  keep  the  soul  from  uttermost  despair. 

5  Assurance  blest  1     Though  sorrows  bind  and  bar 

Our  hearts  from  joyous  burstuig  into  bloom, 
'Mid  poignant  pain  and  unnKiiting  gloom. 
We  still  .shall  tiu(l  our  Hel|)er  is  not  far. 

CU.C8TE   M     A     WI<»SU>W. 

Krtikuk,  Iowa. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


"I  WILL  ABIDE  IN  THINE  HOUSE." 

1  Among  BO  many  can  lie  care  ? 
Can  special  love  be  evervw  liere  ? 

A  myriad  liomes  —  a  myriad  ways  — 
And  Gotl's  eye  over  eveiy  j)la<('. 

2  Over;  hut  in?     The  world  is  full  ; 
A  hiirli  Omni|)()ten(;e  mnst  nde  ; 
]Jut  is  there  Life  that  doth  abide 
With  mine  own  living,  side  by  side  ? 

3  So  many,  —  and  so  wi<le  abroad; 
Can  any  heart  have  all  of  God  ? 
From  the  great  si>aces,  vague  and  dim. 
May  one  small  household  gather  Ilim? 

4  I  asked  ;  my  soul  bethought  of  this  : 
In  just  that  very  place  of  His 
"VVliere  He  hatli  put  and  keei)eth  you, 
God  hath  no  other  thing  to  do ! 

MRS.   A.  C.  T,   WDIINEV. 

glrs.  3nn  Gilbert. 

Ann  Taylor  was  born  in  London,  January  28,  1782.  Her  father,  Isaac 
Taylor,  was  an  eminent  cuBraver  :  and  she  was  the  sister  of  Isaac  Tay- 
lor, the  author  of  "Ancient  Cbristiauity"  and  many  other  works,  and  of 
Jane  Taylor,  also  the  author  of  various  works  in  prose  and  verse.  Tbo 
hymns  written  b;  Jane  and  Ann  have  been  translated  into  various  for- 
eign languages.  In  1S13  Ann  married  the  Uev.  Joseph  Gilbert,  a  Con- 
gregational minister,  who  was  first  a  tutor  in  a  college,  then  a  p.-istor  at 
Hull,  and  afterwards  at  Nottingham,  where  he  died  in  1852.  Ann  Gil- 
bert died  Dec.  20,  1806.  in  her  Soth  year. 

GOD  OMNIPRESENT. 

1  Amongst  the  deepest  shades  of  night, 

Can  there  he  one  who  sees  my  way  ? 
Yes  :  God  is  like  a  shining  light, 
That  turns  the  darkness  into  day. 

2  When  every  eye  around  me  sleeps, 

May  I  not  sin  without  control  ? 

Ko  ;  for  a  constant  watch  He  keeps 

On  every  thought  of  every  soul. 

3  If  I  could  find  some  cave  unknown. 

Where  human  feet  had  never  trod, 
Yet  there  I  could  not  be  alone  ; 
On  every  side  there  would  be  God. 

4  He  smiles  in  heaven  ;   Ho  frowns  in  hell  ; 

He  fills  the  air,  the  earth,  the  sea; 
I  must  within  His  presence  dwell ; 
I  cannot  from  His  anger  flee. 

5  Yet  I  may  flee  ;  He  shows  me  where; 

To  .lesus  Christ  He  bids  me  fly ; 
And  while  I  seek  for  pardon  there, 
There's  only  mercy  in  His  eye. 

«     MR.S.  ANN  GILBERT. 
Bom  1782 ;  died  1866. 

THE  SWEETER  WITNESS. 

The  vast,  illimitable  power  of  God 

Proclaims  tlu;  starry  host. 
But  the  pure  lilies,  rising  from  the  sod. 

Reveal  His  love  the  mosU 

MAKV   HEWITT. 


LIVE  AND  HELP  LIVE 

1  IMighfy  in  faith  and  hope,  why  art  thon  .sad  ? 
Sever  the  green  withes,  look  up  and  be  glad  ; 
See  all  around  thee,  below  and  above, 

'J  he  beautiful,  beautiful  gifts  of  God's  love. 

2  What  tho'  our  hearts  beat  with  death  s  sullen  waves? 
What  though  the  green  sod  is  broken  with  graves? 
Thesweethopesthat  never  shall  fade  from  flieir  bloom, 
Make  their  dim  birth-chamber  down  in  the  tomb. 

3  Parsee  or  Christianman,  bondman  or  free, 
Loves  and  humilities  still  are  for  thee ; 
Some  little  good  every  day  to  achieve. 
Some  slighted  spirit  no  longer  to  grieve. 

4  In  the  tents  of  the  desert,  alone  on  the  sea, 
On  the  far-away  hills  with  the  starry  Chaldee; 
Condemned  and  in  pri.son,  dishonored,  reviled, 
God's  arm  is  around  thee,  and  thou  art  His  child. 

5  ]\Iine  be  the  lip  ever  truthful  and  bold  ; 
IMine  be  the  heart  never  careless  nor  cold  ; 

A  faith  humbly  trustful,  a  life  free  from  blame, 
All  else  is  unstable  as  flax  in  the  flame. 

6  And  while  the  soft  skies  are  so  starry  and  blue ; 
And  while  the  wide  earth  is  so  fresh  with  God's  dew 
Though  all  around  me  the  sad  sit  and  sigh, 

I  \\  ill  be  glad  tliat  I  live  and  must  die. 

AilCE  CART. 

INDWELLING. 

From  "Gems  of  Poetry." 

1  God  is  not  far  above  us.  bending  low 

His  gracious  head,  our  human  wants  to  know, 

Our  prayers  to  hear  ; 
I5ut  He  is  omnipresent,  and  my  cry 
Need  not  be  watted  far  beyond  the  sky, 

To  gain  His  ear. 

2  But  if  He  in  this  bosom  dwells  apart. 
And  I  to  His  Almighty,  loving  heart 

Am  closely  pressed  ; 
How  can  He  help  but  hear,  and  feel,  and  know, 
]\Iy  voiceless  prayer,  my  pain,  my  human  woe. 

Though  unexpressed  ? 

3  Thon  may  I  not  entrust  to  Him  my  way  ? 
Though  sorrows  gather  oft  to  cloud  my  day, 

He  will  sustain  ; 
And  may  I  never  let  an  evil  art 
Come  in  and  fill  the  temple  of  my  heart, 
.Where  He  should  reign. 

ALK'F.  M.   AUKINK. 
Reynolds  Bridge,  Conn.,  1881. 


.  THY  PENETRATING  EYE. 

U.  M. 

Great  God  1  Thy  penetrating  eye 
Pervades  my  inmost  powers  ; 

With  awe  ])roi'oiind,  my  wondering  soul 
Falls  prostrate  and  adores. 


OMMPRKHESCE  AND  PRAISE. 


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2  To  be  ciicnmjiassod  round  with  God, 

Tilt'  Holy  and  llie  .lust, 
Armed  with  oinnii)()tciice  to  save, 
Or  crush  mo  to  the  dust, — 

3  Oh!  how  tremendous  is  the  thought  I 

Deep  may  it  l)o  impressed  ; 
And  may  Tliy  Sjiint  firudy  grave 
Tliis  trutii  witliiu  my  breast. 

4  ]5egirt  witii  Tliee,  my  fearless  soul 

Tiie  gloomy  vale  shall  trea<l. 
And  Thou  wilt  bind  tli'  immortal  crown 
Of  glory  on  my  head. 


ELIZABETU  HC'OTT. 


3  Save  in  the  evil  liour  I 

Save  from  tin;  tempter's  jMiwer ! 
Thou  to  whom  darkness  shineth  as  the  day  ; 

(ilorious  in  purity  ! 

'I'lie  heart  wliieh  rests  on  Thee 
In  contrite  trust.  Thou  wilt  not  cast  away. 

4  Bless,  purify,  control, 
Tiie  fountains  of  tlie  soul ; 

IJid  Thy  good  Spirit  o'er  the  waters  move; 

Then  shall  this  breast  of  mine 

!{(•  as  a  holy  slirine. 
Filled  with  Thy  Spirit,  glowing  with  Thy  love. 

EAKAII   K.   MILKa. 


PSALM  CXXXIX. 

"  Whcu  I  am  awake,  I  urn  still  with  Thee." 

1  Still,  Still  with  Thee,  when  jxirple  morning  breaketh, 

"When  the  bird  waketh  and  the  shadows  flee; 
Fairer  than  morning,  lovelier  than  the  daylight. 
Dawns  the  sweet  consciousness,  I  am  with  Thee. 

2  Alone  with  Thee — amid  the  mystic  shadows, 

The  solemn  hush  of  nature  uewly  born; 
Alone  with  Thee  in  breathless  adoration, 
In  the  calm  dew  and  freshness  of  the  morn. 

3  As  in  the  dawning,  o'er  the  waveless  ocean. 

The  image  of  the  morning  star  doth  rest. 
So  in  the  stillness.  Thou  bcholdest  only 
Thine  image  m  the  waters  of  my  breast. 

4  Still,  still  with  Thee!   as  to  each  new-born  morning, 

A  fresh  and  solemu  splendor  still  is  given. 
So  does  this  blessed  consciousness  awaking, 

Ureal  lie,  each  day,  nearness  unto  Thee  and  heaven. 

5  "When  sinks  the  .soul,  subdued  by  toil,  to  slumber, 

lis  closing  eye  looks  tip  to  Thee  iu  prayer. 
Sweet  the  repose  beneath  Thy  wings  o'ershading. 
But  sweeter  still,  to  wake  and  find  Thee  there. 

6  So  .shall  it  be  at  last,  in  that  bright  morning, 

Wlieii  the  soul  waketh  ami  life's  shadows  flee ; 
Oh  I   ill  that  hour,  fairer  than  daylight  dawning. 
Shall  rise  the  glorious  thought — I  annvith  Thee. 

siiis.  II.  11.  sTowe.    1867. 


"THOU  GOD  SEEST  ME." 

1  Father,  to  Thee  alone 

Is  Thy  child's  s|)irit  known. 

To  Thee  it  lieth  open  as  the  light  t 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  sees 
The  heart's  dee])  mysteries. 

Which  arc  so  closely  veiled  from  human  sight. 

2  And  I  rejoice  to  feel. 
As  I  before  Thee  kneel. 

From  Thee  there  is  no  covering,  no  disguist; ; 

Though  heavy  clouds  of  sin 

Obscure  the  li;.dit  within, 
My  God,  I  would  not  hide  me  from  Tliini;  eyes. 


THANKSGIVING  SONG 

1  We  thank  Thee,  Lonl  of  young  ami  old. 
For  summer's  heat  and  wiiit«*r's  cold  ; 
For  all  the  sea.sons  as  they  pass. 

Brown  Autumn's  blight,  Spring's  tender  grass. 

2  Thank  Thee  for  sunshine  and  for  rain  ; 
For  blasted  corn  and  perfect  grain  ; 
For  all  the  cro|)s  we've  gathered  in. 
And  better  ones,  that  might  have  been. 

3  Thank  Thee  for  sickness  and  for  health  ; 
For  poverty  as  well  as  wealth  ; 

P'or  pleasant  gatherings  at  home. 
And  for  the  partings  that  must  come. 

4  Both  disappointment  and  success. 
Firm  Faith  accepts,  and  both  will  bless 
A  heart,  whose  cheerful  gratitude 

In  all  thiiiiis  sees  a  lovinji  God. 
')  Tliou'rt  Lord  of  weakness  and  of  might ; 
Thou  orderest  all  and  all  is  right  ; 
All  things  are  in  Thy  ]>rovidence, 
Is'or  cau  we  separate  them  thence. 

MIUI.    A  DELIA  r.   GRAVES. 

Uaiy  Sharp  College,  Wiuclieater,  Teoo.,  1883. 


PRAISE  TO  GOD. 

1  Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise. 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days! 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy. 

Let   Thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 
Yor  th(!  blessings  of  the  Held, 
For  the  stores  the  gardens  yield  ; 
For  the  fruits  in  full  supply. 
Kipened  'ueath  the  summer  sky;  — 

2  All  that  .spring  with  l>ounteous  hand 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land; 

All  that  liiieral  autumn  |iours 
From  her  rieh,  o'ertlowing  stores; 
These,  to  Thee,  my  GimI.  we  owe. 
Source  whence  all  our  blosjngs  llow ; 
And  for  tln'se  my  .soiil  sh.-dl  r:ii>e 
Grateful  vows  and  suleinn  prai.se. 

una     A     L    kAKKAI'La 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED   SONG. 


HARVEST  HOME. 

1  Lord  of  harvests,  heavenly  King, 
'I'ako  the  tribute  that  we  bring ; 
Hear  tlie  songs  of  grateful  praise 
For  Thy  bounteous  gifts  we  raise. 

2  Thou  didst  give;  the  morning  light, 
And  tiie  gentle  dew  of  night, 
Tiiou  didst  send  the  plenteous  rain, 
On  the  forest,  field  and  plain. 

3  All  the  fair,  broad  earth  is  Thine, 
Wealth  of  Held  and  wealth  of  mine ; 
We  but  bring  Thee  back  Thine  own, 
Vfho  have  planted,  toiled,  or  sown. 

4  Fruits  to  please,  flowers  to  adorn, 
Waving  grain  and  golden  corn, 
Glowing  clusters  from  the  vine. 
These  we  render  —  they  are  Thine. 

5  Day  by  day  Thy  hand  fulfills 
Wiiatsoe'er  Thy  bounty  wills, 
'J'ill  with  its  abundant  cheer. 

All  Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

£.  E.  MABCT. 
EvaustoD,  111.,  1883. 

THANKSGIVING. 

1  When  harvest  days  are  over. 

And  sheaves  crowd  tiie  eaves,  \ 

Wlien  on  the  dying  clover 

Lie  drifted  heaps  of  leaves. 
When  October's  gold  has  faded. 

And  November's  branches  bare, 
Like  witches  gaunt  and  jaded, 

Toss  iu  the  stormy  aii', — 

2  Then  we  light  the  wintry  fires. 

And  their  blaze  ujnvard  plays. 
As  we  gatiier  like  our  sires 

In  the  stalwart  early  days, 
To  count  our  mercies  over. 

And  to  reckon  up  the  store 
That  spring  and  summer  labored 

In  our  open  hands  to  pour. 

3  'Tis  a  custom  worth  the  keeping 

With  the  noise  of  the  boys  ; 
And  we  think  the  fathers  sleeping 

Even  now  share  our  joys  ; 
From  the  better  country  gazing 

On  tlie  many-peopled  laud. 
Its  harvest  so  amazing 

From  their  sowing  on  the  strand. 

4  Do  they  see  from  heights  elysian 

In  their  cold  home  of  old, 
Souls  as  pure  and  true  in  vision, 

Hearts  as  fearless,  words  as  bold  ? 
Is  the  piu'pose  of  the  people 

Still,  as  then,  that  riiiht  be  mijrht  ? 
Does  it  |)eal  from  every  steeple, 

Inspiration  for  life's  fight? 


5  Are  our  arms,  like  theirs,  still  wielding 

Tlie  sword  of  the  Lord  ? 
Never  flinching,  never  yielding. 

Are  we  holding  fast  His  wonl  ? 
Never  trailing  low  our  banner, 

Do  we  wave  it  o'er  the  free  ? 
Is  our  battle-cry  "Ilosanna!" 

For  perfect  liberty  ? 

6  Then  gladly  let  us  gather 

In  the  snow  or  the  blow. 
Though  wintry  outside  weather, 

Within  the  fireside  glow  ; 
From  million  homes  let  freemen 

Their  glad  thanksgivings  raise, 
Till  mountain-peak  and  canyoa 

Alike  shall  echo  praise. 

7  Tlien  when,  like  them,  we're  sleeping. 

Our  sheaves  in  the  eaves, 
Tlie  turf  our  low  graves  keeping 

Warm  with  piled-up  autumn  leaves. 
In  the  gladness  of  that  living 

We  shall  count  our  garnered  store. 
We  shall  sing  our  gla<l  tlianksgiving 

Of  praise  forevermore. 

MISS  M.  E.  WINSLOW. 
»  Zion's  Herald,"  Not.  25,  188a 


MY  BLESSINGS. 

1  Great  waves  of  plenty  rolling  np 

Their  golden  billows  to  our  feet, 
Fields  where  the  ungathered  rye  is  white. 
Or  heavy  with  the  yellow  wheat ; 

2  Wealth  surging  inward  from  the  eea. 

And  plenty  through  our  land  abroad, 
AVith  sunshine  resting  over  all: 
That  everlasting  smile  of  God! 

3  For  these — yet  not  for  these  alone — 

My  tongue  its  gratitude  would  say; 
All  the  great  blessings  of  my  life 
Are  present  in  my  thoughts  to-day. 

4  For  more  than  all  my  mortal  wants 

Have  been,  O  God,  Thy  full  supplies; 
Health,  shelter,  and  my  daily  bread. 
For  these  my  grateful  thanks  arise. 

5  For  ties  of  faith,  whose  wondrous  strength 

Time  nor  eternity  can  part ; 
For  all  the  words  of  love  that  fall 
Like  living  waters  on  my  heart. 

6  For  even  tliat  fearful  strife  where  sin 

Was  conquered  and  subdued  at  length, 
Temptations  met  and  overcome, 

Wher{>bv  mv  soul  has  feathered  strensrth; 

7  For  all  the  warnings  that  have  come 

From  mortal  agony  or  death  ; 
From  even  that  bitterest  storm  of  life 
Which  drove  me  on  the  rock  of  faith. 


THANKSGIVINO. 


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8  For  all  the  past  I  tlmnk  Thoo,  Cod ! 

And,  for  the  future,  trust  in  Tlieo, 
Wliiite'er  of  trial  and  hiessinj;  yet, 
A.sked  or  unasked.  Thou  hast  for  me. 

9  Yet  only  this  one  boon  I  crave — 

After  life's  brief  and  Heetiny  hour, 
Make  my  beloveil  Thy  beloved, 
And  keep  us  in  Thy  day  of  power. 

PBEBB  CABT. 

THANKSGIVING. 

1  O  blessed  Master,  "come  and  dine," 
'I'he  feast  we  spread  is  Thine,  all  Thine. 

2  "We  would  not  eat  exce])t  'tis  blest 
By  Thee,  our  gracious  Kingly  Guest. 

3  We  call  our  loved  ones  round  our  board, 
And  in  their  midst  would  see  our  Lord. 

4  Our  "Elder  Brother."  didst  not  Thou 
To  thorns  lay  bare  Thy  siidess  brow, 

5  Tiiat  we  co-heirs  with  Thee  mijrht  be, 
And  freely  take  Thy  gifts,  so  free  ? 

6  True  jrratitude  is  surelv  meet 

When  frieud  sits  dowu  with  friend  to  eat. 

7  We  do  rejoice  in  gifts  and  home. 

And,  with  the  loved  ones,  bid  Thee  come. 

8  Show  us,  on  this  Thanksgiving  Day, 
The  beautiful  and  living  way. 

9  Dispensing  from  abundant  store. 
Teach  us  to  help  Thy  needy  poor. 

10  Some,  even  in  our  flowing  land. 
Crouching  and  hunger-bitten  stand, 

1 1  While  rarest  fowl  and  fattest  kine, 
And  Hsh  from  stored  oceau's  brine  ; 

12  And  mother-earth  her  varied  gifts 
Up  from  the  furrows  glaiUy  lilts, 

13  And  fruits  from  tropic  tree  and  vine 
Drop  like  sweet  dew  from  hand  of  Thine. 

14  Welcome,  dear  Lord  !  Thy  thoughtful  care 
Giveih  us  bread  to  eat  and  spare. 

1 ")  AVlien  our  great  Nation's  dire  distress 

Left  her  poor  children  fatherless, 
1 G  Did  not  Thy  wise-<lirected  rod 

Lift  the  world  nearer  to  our  God  ? 

17  "Our  Government  lives."     Yea,  ah  !  yea; 
Jehovah  turns  not  in  His  way. 

18  "I  Am"  can  use  among  Ilis  tools 
The  meanest  of  unbalanced  fools  ; 

19  And  golden  linings  we  can  trace. 
Fringing  the  clouds  that  hid  Tliy  f.ice. 

20  Nothing  can  hinder  when  God  moves. 
Races  and  nations  own  Ilis  love. 

21  Soul  hath  touched  soul  on  every  shore, 
IStill  will  we  thank  Thee  more  and  more. 

CAI'-RIK   L.    POST. 

SprliiceuM.  Nur.  24.  1S31. 


A  MORE  EXCELLENT  SACRIFICE. 

"By  faitli  AIkI  uScrcU  in  (JihI  a  moru  cxcvUvot  auniOoe  than  CkIo  f—  H>- 
bbcwb  11: 1. 

1  We  lay  our  fruits  and  flowers 

Before  Thy  sacre<l  shrine. 
Spring's  promise,  summer's  bowere, 

Brown  autumn's  laden  vine. 
Cain-like,  we  shower  down 

Tlie  l)est  our  earth  can  yitld, 
Like  Cain  we  meet  Thy  frown, 

We  tillers  of  the  field. 

2  And  why?  Tlie  gifts  are  fair, 

Their  origin  divine; 
With  patient  toil  and  care 

We  culture  that  is  Thine. 
An  Eden  offering  ours ; 

But  in  tiiis  outside  woe 
A  blight  is  on  your  flowers. 

And  blood  for  sin  must  flow. 

3  No  more  we  bring  like  Cain 

An  offering  of  self-will ; 
Since  Abel's  Lamb  was  slain 

For  us  on  Calvary's  hill  ; 
Ilis  blood  makes  all  things  sweet, 

Washes  all  taint  and  sUiin, 
And  thus  before  His  feet 

We  lay  our  flowers  again. 

4  Sweet  buds  of  purpose  true. 

Blossoms  of  sacred  thought, 
Ripe  fruits  of  actions  new. 

And  deeds  our  hands  have  wrought; 
These  be  our  offerings  rare, 

With  incense  of  rapt  praise, 
And  holy  word  and  prayer 

Through  consecrated  days. 

5  Not  for  their  worth  or  ours 

We  bring  them,  Lord,  to  Thee, 
Though  beautiful  our  flowers. 

And  ripe  our  fruits  may  be ; 
As  sinners  lost  we  claim 

Thy  sacrifice  alone. 
And  in  Thy  .sacred  name 

We  give  Thee  back  Tliine  own. 

MI8.S  M.   B.   WINHLOW. 

HARVEST  HYMN. 

1  To  Thee,  Creator  of  all  good. 

Who  givest  life,  ami  hi-altli,  and  food. 
Sing  we  Alleluia  ! 

2  To  Thee,  O  bounteous  Lonl  of  heaven, 
Who  hast  our  want.s  in  mercy  given, 

Sing  we  Alleluia. 

3  To  Thee,  O  Saviour  of  the  lost. 
Who  liast  redeemcfl  at  wondrous  cost, 

Sing  wv  All«'lui;u 

4  To  Thee,  our  glorious  Lord  and  King, 
True  adoration  now  we  bring. 

Singing  Alleluia.  Amen. 

rrrii.i*  u  «vrB<i«i. 
Clakbaiiipiaa,  Ea«Una   livU 


JG 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


HARVEST  TIME. 

1  Tliorc  is  :i  ijlow  :it  liarvost  time 

Unknown,  unsciMi,  in  e:irlv  spring  ; 
TluTu  is  ii  Hush  o'er  nature's  prime 

She  wears  not  at  her  blossoming. 
A  li^'lit,  of  full  fruition  born, 

Siiiiuis  in  October's  russet  west 
That  never  ixilded  April's  morn, 

^'or  kissed  the  buds  ou  earth's  cold  breast. 

2  There  is  a  gladness  Autumn  yields. 

The  fair  young  I\Iay  can  ne'er  bestow; 
O'erllowing  barns,  and  golden  fields 

Through  which  the  sickles  come  and  go. 
The  crown  of  hope,  and  fear,  and  paiu, 

The  giu'rdon  of  our  weary  toil, 
Is  spread  ou  every  hill  and  plain — 

The  hard  earned  riches  of  the  soil. 

3  There  is  a  joy  at  liarvest  tide, 

A  peaceful,  holy  happiness, 
"Wliich  youth,  with  all  its  hope  and  pride, 

Can  ne'er  imagine  nor  possess. 
The  glory  of  life's  setting  day 

Shines  over  fields  of  other  years, 
"Where  glistening  pastures  stretch  away — 

That  throve  beneath  our  falling  tears. 

4  The  grain,  that  cost  us  hours  of  woe, 

Lies  ready  for  the  ]\I;i.ster's  call, 
The  agony  that  racked  us  so. 

Has  borne  the  fairest  fruit  of  all. 
Nor  heed  we  Winter's  frosty  breath, 

Our  earth-worn  hearts  are  true  and  strong; 
Onlv  the  stubble  waits  for  death. 

For  God  will  bind  the  sheaves  e'er  long. 

NEl.LY  H-   BUTLER.   Bom  1865. 

(Daughter  of  a  Baptist  Clergyman.) 

Highland  Park,  Chicago,  1881. 


THE  HAY-FIELDS. 
1 

1  The  s\iu  had  risen,  the  air  was  sweet, 

And  l)i-iglitly  shone  the  dew. 
And  cheerful  sounds  and  busy  feet 

Pass'd  the  lone  meadows  through ; 
And  waving,  like  a  flowery  sea 

Of  gay  and  s])iry  bloom, 
The  hay-fields  rippled  merrily 

In  beauty  and  perfume. 

2  I  saw  the  early  mowers  pass 

Along  that  plea.sant  dell. 
And  rank  on  rank  the  shining  grass 

Around  them  (piickly  fell; 
I  looked,  and  far  and  wide  at  noon 

The  fallen  flowers  were  spread, 
And  all,  as  rose  the  evening  moon, 

Beneath  the  scythe  were  dead. 


"All  flesh  is  grass,"  the  Scriptures  say, 

And  so  we  truly  find ; 
Cut  down,  as  in  a  summer's  day, 

Are  all  of  human  kind: 
Some,  while  the  morning  still  is  fair. 

Taken  in  earliest  prime  ; 
Some,  nii<l-day's  heat  and  burden  bear, 

But  all  laid  low  in  time. 
A  fable  full  of  truth  to  me 

Is  this  the  mower's  tale; 
I  soon  a  broken  stem  shall  be 

Like  hay  that  strews  the  vale; 
At  early  dawn,  or  closing  light. 

The  s(!ythe  of  death  may  fall ; 
Then  let  me  learn  the  h'sson  right, 

So  full  of  truth  to  all. 


JANE  TAVLOE. 


gllirt  llotocrbcii). 


Alice  Flowerdew  wa.s  the  widow  of  Daniel  Flowerdew,  an  English 
gentleman,  who  at  one  time  held  a  govemient  appointment  in  Jamaica., 
After  his  return  to  England  he  was  in  such  poor  circumstances  that 
Mrs.  Flowerdew  was  obliged  to  keep  a  school  at  Islington.  One  of  her 
hymns  has  appeared  in  many  collections,  and  has  sometimes  been  attrib- 
uted to  John  Needham.  It  is  possible  tliat  he  may  have  altered  a  few 
words  in  it.  From  Islington  she  removed  to  Bury  St.  Edmunds,  and 
then  to  Ipswich,  where  she  died,  September  23,  1830. 

FOUNTAIN  OF  MERCY. 

1  Fountain  of  mercy  !  God  of  love ! 

How  rich  Thy  bounties  are ! 

The  rolling  seasons,  as  they  move. 

Proclaim  Thy  constant  care. 

2  When  in  the  bosom  of  the  earth 

The  sower  hid  the  grain. 
Thy  goodness  marked  its  secret  birth. 
And  sent  the  early  rain. 

3  The  spring's  sweet  influence  was  Thine, 

Thc!  plants  in  beauty  grew  ; 
Thou  gav'st  refulgent  suns  to  shine, 
And  mild  refreshing  dew. 

4  These  various  mercies  from  above 

Matured  the  swelling  grain  ; 
A  yellow  harvest  crowned  Thy  love, 
And  plenty  Alls  the  jilain. 

5  Seed-time  and  harvest.  Lord,  alone 

Thou  dost  on  man  bestow  ; 
Let  him  not,  then,  forget  to  own 
From  whom  his  blessings  flow. 

6  Fountain  of  love !  our  jiraise  is  Thine  ; 

To  Thee  our  songs  we'll  raise, 
And  all  created  nature  join 
In  sweet  harmonious  praise. 

ALICE   FLOWERDEW. 

Born  1759.    Died  1830. 


THANKSUIVINO. 


HYMN  OF  THE  REAPERS. 

1  Our  Father,  to  fields  that  aro  white, 

Rejoicing,  the  sickh?  we  bear ; 
In  praises  our  voices  unite 

To  Thee,  who  hast  made  them  Thy  care. 

2  The  seed  that  was  dropped  in  the  soil 

AVe  left,  with  a  holy  belief 
In  One  who,  beholding  the  toil, 

"Would  crown    it  at  length  with  the  sheaf. 

3  And  ever  our  faith  shall  be  firm 

In  Thee,  whq  hast  nourished  the  root; 
Whose  finger  has  led  up  the  germ, 
And  finished  the  blade  and  the  fruit. 

4  The  lieads,  that  are  heavy  with  grain, 

Are  bowing,  and  asking  to  fall ; 
Thy  hand  is  on  mountain  and  ])lain, 

Thou  Maker  and  Giver  to  all! 
6  Thy  blessings  shine  bright  from  the  hills; 

The  valleys  Thy  goodness  repeat; 
And,  Lord,  'tis  Thy  bounty  that  fills 

The  arms  of  the  reaper  with  wheat. 

6  Oh  !  when,  with  the  sickle  in  hand, 

The  angel  Thy  mandate  receives, 
To  come  to  the  field  with  his  band 
To  bind  up  and  bear  off  Thy  sheaves, 

7  May  we  be  as  free  from  the  blight. 

As  ripe  to  be  taken  away. 
As  full  in  the  ear  to  Thy  sight. 
As  that  which  we  gather  to-day  ! 

8  Our  Father,  the  heart  and  the  voice 

Flow  out,  our  fresh  ofT'rings  to  yield ; 
The  reajjers,  the  reapers  rejoice, 

And  send  up  their  song  from  the  field. 

HANNAH   FLAUO  GOULD. 

AUTUMN  FESTIVAL  HYMN. 

(Tune— i>uJt<-S(re«(.) 
Written  for.  anJ  dedicated  to  the  Y-  M.  C.  A.,  Springfield,  EU.,  on  the 
occasion  of  their  Autumn  FestiraL 

1  We  praise  Thee,  God,  whose  bounteous  hand 

Ilath  scattered  plenty  o'er  the  land; 
For  all  that  liberal  autumn  sends 

Throughout  the  earth's  remotest  ends. 

2  Eternal  praise  to  Thee  ascend ; 

To  Thee  in  grateful  homage  bend 

All  who  partake  of  Thy  great  love, 

Sent  in  rich  measure  from  above. 

3  For  all  the  flocks  that  feed  on  hill, 

That  furnish  strength  to  do  Thy  will ; 
For  ripened  fruits  and  golden  grain. 
We  raise  to  Thee  our  thanks  again. 

4  Grant,  Lord,  that  wt>  may  ripened  be, 

With  Thee  to  dwell  eternally  ; 
Gri'at  source  whence  all  our  comforts  (low. 
May  we  Thy  saving  bounty  know. 

MK.t.  <l.  f.   SMITH. 
October  30.  Itiid 


WE  THANK  THEE. 

1  We  thank  Thei;,  Father,  for  the  light 

That  came  when  all  the  way  was  rough, 
And  sorrow's  clouds  were  dark  enough 
To  Jiide  Thee  all  the  day  from  sight. 

2  Thy  goodness  stood  rcfvealed  ;  Thy  care, 

Thy  temh^r  care  for  all  the  weak. 
The  weary  ones  too  faint  to  8i>eak, 
Who  seek  Thy  presence  everywhere. 

3  W(!  thank  Thee  for  the  hand  that  held 

Our  own  with  such  a  tender  clasp, 
When  life  seemed  slip|)ing  from  onr  gra.'jp, 
And  stormy  fears  would  not  \n:  rpielled. 

4  We  praise  Thee  for  the  love  that  shone 

With  brighter  glow  in  our  great  need, 
For  frii^nds  who  ]iroved  themselves  in  deed 
And  truth  to  ever  be  our  own. 

5  Good  gifts,  and  perfect — and  we  know 

Thou  art  the  giver  of  all  such  ; 
We  cannot  ])raise  Thee  over-much, 
Let  heart  and  tongue  both  overflow. 

6  Let  us  not  drift  beyond  the  bound 

Thy  loving  hand  doth  kindly  place; 
Storm-driven,  we  have  sought  Thy  face, 
And  in  Thy  love  a  harbor  found. 

7  And  should  our  lives  be  .short  or  long, 

Th(>v  nuist  be  full  of  love  to  Thee, 
And  ])rayer  and  praise  ne'er  cease  to  be 
The  daily  burden  of  our  song. 

CLARA    B.   HKATH. 

OCTOBER. 

1  TMiere  the  purple  haze  of  autumn 

The  tinted  woods  infold. 
And  leaves  are  fluttering  downward 

In  crimson  sheen  and  gold. 
Out  beneath  the  glowing  forest, 

How  truant  fancy  weaves 
Her  weird,  mysterious  music 

To  the  falling  of  the  leaves. 

2  With  their  quaint,  exquisite  minor 

Sweeping  the  lute-like  air. 
They,  in  .^Eolian  whispers, 

Are  falling  everywhere. 
Less  a  sound  than  sense  of  music, 

Their  low,  soft  rhythms  beat. 
And  catching  their  mystic  ca<lence. 

How  the  poet's  lute  grows  sweet. 

3  For  the  flame-lit  hills  and  valleys  ; 

For  the  .shimmer  and  the  sheen 
Of  the  amber,  misty  sunlight 
Showering  down  between. 
For  the  autumn's  mellow  splendor; 
For  a  luart  o'ertlown  with  love  ; 
For  the  gift,  and  for  tlie  (Jiver. 
I  lift  glad  thanks  alK>ve. 

WAiir  A.  i.KArnT. 
Vcrooo,  Oct .  lasOL 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


THANKSGIVING. 

1  Sing,  heart  of  mine,  the  year  is  young, 

Tiu'  buds  are  burstinjf  on  the  trees, 
Tlie  swelling  liopes  of  life  are  thine 
And  float  in  song  on  every  breeze. 

2  Sing,  lieart  of  mine,  the  summer  bloom  ; 

Jts  fi-agrant  perfume  fills  the  air; 
Now  life  is  rieh,  for  Love  and  Faith 
Withui  the  soul  their  incense  bear. 

3  Sing,  lieart  of  mine,  tlie  year  is  ripe, 

Full  harvests  bless  the  fruitful  land ; 
Life's  royal  fruitage  waiteth,  too, 
The  teuder  Master's  garnering  hand. 

4  Sing,  heart  of  mine,  the  year  is  done, 

Chill  winter  spreads  her  silver  vest, 
Life's  fruit  is  with  its  gathered  sheaves, 
Thy  year  is  done,  now  wait  thy  rest. 

5  Sing,  heart  of  mine,  for  God  is  just 

Who  gives  tlie  waiting  earth  His  care  ; 
The  spring-time  rain,  the  bud  and  bloom, 
The  cooling  dew  to  summer  air. 

6  Sing,  heart  of  mine,  for  God  is  good 

Who  fills  the  ear  and  bending  sheaf : 
Who  hides  the  clusters  of  the  vine 
Beneath  the  golden  autumn  leaf. 

7  Sing,  heart  of  mine,  oh,  praise  His  name, 

Whose  loving  care  hath  blessed  our  store ; 
With  glad  thanksgiving  praise  His  name 
Whose  care  surrounds  us  evermore. 

SYLVIA  BBOWN. 
Lawreuce,  Mich.,  18S2. 


HARVEST  SONG. 

1  Thought  hath  wondrous  germination 

Li  the  soil  of  mind,  and  Time 
Shields  with  joy  each  new  creation — 
Harvest-miracle  sublime. 

2  Greater  harvest,  fuller  seeding 

For  the  broader  age  to  come  ; 
For  the  larger  thought  than  needing 
Voice  and  speech  that  now  are  dumb. 

3  Every  power  hath  more  progression 

Than  created  mind  can  think  ; 
Each  capacity,  possession 

Of  strange  depths  from  which  we  shrink- 

4  Shrink  in  fear  from  their  revealings 

Of  responsibility. 
Life's  most  trivial  daily  dealings 
Touch  futuiity  for  thee. 

5  Rise  !   and  "  sow  beside  all  waters  !" 

Sow  wliite  truth  and  love  alone. 
See!    life's  future  sons  and  (laughters 
Haste  to  reap  what  thou  hast  sown. 


6  Listen !  hear  the  Lord  of  harvest 

Calling,  calling  for  thy  sheaves! 
Not  alone  t/ii/  soul  thou  starvest : 

'Tis  thy  friend,  thy  child,  who  grieves — 

7  Thy  soid's  kin  who  should  inherit 

Bread  and  wine  thy  lands  have  grown. 
Ah !  ho\T  desolate  the  spirit 
Seeking  but  its  own  alone ! 

8  Seed-time,  harvest,  each  inherit ! 

Past  nor  future  stands  alone ; 
Ah,  Divine  One !  Holy  Spirit ! 

Bless  what  our  poor  fields  have  grown ! 

ISADOKE  GILBERT  JEFFEKT. 


I  BLESS  THEE,  O  MASTER! 


Ere  the  glow  of  autumn  glory 

Fades  from  the  Western  sk}-, — 
Ere  the  tints  of  its  sunset  banners 

Waver  and  fade  and  die. 
Come,  gather  around  the  fireside, 

Yield  to  the  dying  days 
A  tribute  of  tender  memory  ; 

To  the  Master  a  song  of  praise. 

If  we  garner  the  golden  fruitage. 

The  harvests  of  ripened  grain. 
Praise  Him  for  the  sweet  sun-shinmg 

And  the  gifts  of  the  blessed  rain. 
Praise  Him  for  the  tender  mercy 

That  ordered  each  new-born  day  ! 
Praise  Him  for  the  love  that  led  us 

Through  many  an  unknown  way. 

Wiiat,  tears  in  your  eyes,  my  beloved ! 

Memories  of  trouble  and  loss  ! 
Can  you  not  thank  Him  for  the  anguish  ? 

Can  you  not  bless  Him  for  the  cross  ? 
Draw  neai'er  the  glowing  fire, 

Clasp  hands  in  the  tender  gloom ; 
Surely  a  blessed  presence 

Is  filling  this  quiet  room ! 

It  is  good  to  be  here  for  a  little, 

Kneeling  low  at  the  Master's  feet; 
If  the  lesson  He  gives  us  is  sorrow, 

The  learning  is  very  sweet. 
He  knows  and  He  loves  I  Unnoted  of  Him, 

Not  one  of  these  tears  shall  fall, 
Look  up  through  th(>ir  shining,  dear  heart,  and  say, 

I  bless  Thee,  O  Master,  for  all! 

MAISKL. 

Sedgwick,  Ksua.  1882. 


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OH.  BE  JOYFUL  IN  THE  LORD. 


(JUBILATE  UEO.) 


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BETHANY. 

1  O  lilt\';sc(l  home,  thy  fragrance  swo€t 

Groweth  sweeter  evermore  ; 
In  dreams  I  behold  thy  beauty. 

Looking  in  at  open  door  ; 
Around  tiie  latticed  windows  low. 

And  beneath  the  shadowy  eaves, 
The  little  spari-ows  come  and  go 

And  twitter  in  the  leaves; 

2  Thv  hills  are  bathed  in  sunshhie, 

Thy  vales  in  sweet  jierfume  ; 
Ripe  barley  lieids  bend  in  the  wind, 

And  yellow  lilies  bloom, 
Just  as  they  did  in  centuries  gone 

AVhen  .Jesus  gathered  them 
Along  the  city  way.  and  down 

The  road  to  Bethlehem. 

3  Away  tlirough  distance  dim  we  hear 

The  rustle  of  the  |)alms. 
Or  the  rhylhmic  cadence  it  may  be. 
Of  the  far-off  temple's  j)salms  ; 


Nay,  list,  'tis  l\Lirtha's  twilight  song, 

Crooned  low  and  tendfrly, 
For  the  blessed  One  hath  come  to  rest 

All  uight  ut  Bethany. 

4  Silent  the  starry  sails  go  down 

Upon  the  western  sea  ; 
Silent  they  bear  away  our  cares 

And  leave  us  glad  and  free ; 
So  calm  each  o\er-bnrdened  heart. 

So  still  each  burning  chord. 
So  glad  to  sink  down  at  His  feet, 

And  listen  to  the  Lonl. 

i>  O  hajipy  home,  to  lie  between 

Jerusalem  and  heaven  I 
.Sweeter  than  s|)ikenaril  was  llie  love 

And  rest  to  the  Master  given  ; 
Oft,  as  to-night,  o'er  li,'»rley  liehls 

Bloweth  a  whisperifl  p>alni. — 
I  know  not  whctlwr  sai<l  or  sung. 

But  it  bringcth  rot  and  calm. 

MR.0     A<l^<Ml   K     HIT!  MRLU 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


2liitl;iibc   Jnuf 


Drortor. 


A(U>1iti(I«  A.  rr<>ct<ir.  lUv  tlauflitcr  of  nryiin  WiiUfr  Procf/)r.  was 
Ixtni  in  Kiitflibiiil,  ill  IBJT).  Stu-  pulilislKd  "Lyrictt  uud  LvgoDdi!,"  **A 
Cluplel  of  VvTSiM,"  auil  utliL-r  pcH'iua. 

EVENING    HYMN. 

1  The  shadows  of  the  evening  liours 

Fall  from  the  darkening  sky  ; 
Ui)on  the  fragrance  of  the  liowera 

Tlie  dews  of  evening  lie. 
Before  Thy  throne,  O  Lord  of  Heaven, 

We  kneel  at  close  of  day  ; 
Look  on  Tiiy  children  from  on  high, 

And  hear  us  while  we  pray. 

2  The  sorrows  of  Thy  servants,  Lord, 

Oil !  do  not  Thou  despise  ; 
But  let  the  incense  of  our  prayers 

Before  Thy  mercy  rise ; 
The  brightness  of  the  coming  night 

Upon  the  darkness  rolls : 
Witii  hopes  of  future  glory,  chase 

The  shadows  on  our  souls. 

3  Slowly  the  rays  of  daylight  fade ; 

So  fade  within  our  heart 
The  hopes  in  earthly  love  and  joy. 

That  one  by  one  depart : 
Slowly  the  bright  stars,  one  by  one, 

AVithin  the  heavens  shine ; 
Give  us,  O  Lord !  fresh  hopes  in  heaven, 

And  trust  in  things  divine. 

4  Let  peace,  O  Lord !  Thy  peace,  O  God ! 

Ui)on  our  souls  descend  ; 
From  midnight  fears  and  perils,  Thou 

Our  trembling  hearts  defend  ; 
Give  us  a  rcsjiite  from  our  loil, 

Calm  and  subdue  our  woes, 
Through  the  long  day  we  suffer,  Lord, 

Oh !  give  us  now  repose ! 

ADELAIDE  A.   PROCTOK. 
Born  1835.    Died  1864. 

'IT  IS  I;   BE  NOT  AFRAID." 

St.  Mark  xi:  SO. 

1  The  night  was  dark  on  Galilee, 
The  wind  blew  high  across  the  sea, 
"Weary  and  faint,  a  patient  band 
Toiled  with  the  oars  to  gain  the  land. 

2  But  see !  a  white  and  spectral  form 
Walks  on  the  waves  amid  the  storm ; 
With  (piaking  hearts  they  cry  with  fear. 
For  lo  !  the  awful  form  draws  near. 

3  But  hark !  who  answers  to  their  cry  ? 

No  foe  that  voice,  —  the  Lord  draws  nigh ; 
He  speaks  to  cheer,  not  to  upbraid : 
"  Lo !  it  is  I ;  bo  not  afraid." 

5  Our  hmnan  hearts  oft  faint  and  fear, 
Oppressed  and  sad  while  ills  draw  near; 
Ah  !  often  heaviest  clouds  that  rise 
Are  only  blessings  in  di.sguise. 

ANNA    HOI.VOKE   HOWARD. 

Brooklyn,  N.  Y..  1883. 


LORD  EVERLASTING. 

1  Now  (joil  be  with  us,  for  the  niglit  is  closing. 
The  light  and  darkness  are  of  His  disposing  ; 
And  'ncath  His  shadow  here  to  rest  we  yield  us; 

,  For  He  will  shield  us. 

2  Let  evil  thoughts  and  spirits  flee  before  us. 

Till  morning  conn'tli,  watch,  O  Father !  o'er  us : 
In  soul  and  body  Thou  from  harm  defend  us, 
Thine  angels  send  us. 

3  Let  pious  thoughts  be  ours  when  sleep  o'crtakes  us : 
Our  earliest  thoughts  be  Thine  when  morning  wakes  us ; 
All  sick  and  mourners  we  to  Thee  commend  them, 

Do  Thou  befriend  them. 

4  We  have  no  refuge,  none  on  earth  to  aid  us, 

But  Thee,  O  Father?  who  Thine  own  hast  made  us; 
Keep  US  in  life  ;  forgive  our  sins  ;  deliver 
Us  now  and  ever. 

5  Praise  be  to  Thee  through  Jesus  our  salvation, 
God.  three  in  one,  the  Ruler  of  creation. 
High-throned  o'er  all  Thine  eye  of  mercy  casting. 

Lord  everlasting. 

CATHERINE  WINKWORTH, 

(XraDBlatiou.)  Buru  1829. 


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"The  following  hymn,  valuable  from  auy  author,  has  a  new  beanty 
when  we  accept  it  from  a  Christian  mother,  who  from  principle  applied 
herself  to  home  duties,  when  her  talents  inWted  her  to  an  easy  and 
more  brilliant  course.  The  'forms  of  outward  care'  and  the  'thought 
for  many  things,' the  flock  which  the 'guardian  Shepherd*  would  fold 
to  sleep.'  all  were  realities  to  her,  as  they  will  be  to  many  who  partake 
of  her  Christian  spirit."    (Eng.  Col.) 

SATURDAY  EVENING. 

"  To-moTTow  is  the  rest  of  the  holy  Sabbath."    Ex.  xvi  :  23L 

1  The  hours  of  evening  close, 

The  lengthened  shadows,  drawn 
O'er  scenes  of  earth,  invite  repose. 
And  wait  the  Sabbath  dawn. 

2  So  let  its  calm  prevail 

O'er  forms  of  outward  care, 
Nor  thought  for  many  things  assail 
The  still  retreat  of  ])rayer. 

3  Our  guardian  Shepherd  near 

His  watchful  eye  will  keep, 

And  safe  from  violence  or  fear. 

Will  fold  His  flock  to  sleep. 

4  So  may  a  holier  light 

Than  earth's,  our  spirits  rouse, 
And  call  us,  strengthened  by  His  might. 
To  i)ay  the  Lonl  our  vows. 

JOAN   E.   COS  DEB. 

Bora  1833. 


EVENINO  DEVOTION. 


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WHITHER  GOEST  THOU? 

1  Where  waiulcrost  Thou  throujijh  evciiin;:^  mist, 
{)  dearest  l'ili,'riiii,  Jesus  Christ? 

Come,  ^rant  me  this  felicity, 
Turn  'I'hou  aside,  my  Lord,  to  me. 

2  He  Thou  entreated,  dearest  Krieiid, 
Ti'ou  i:nn\vest  all  that  I  intend; 
Thou  knowest  it'  my  i^ue.-,t  Thou'It  he, 
AV'ith  all  gt)od  cheer  I'll  welcome  Thee. 

3  Belujld  !   tlie  day  is  now  far  sj-ent ; 
Nij,dit  draws  the  curtain  of  her  tent; 
Then  Lii,dit  of  Truth,  it  cannot  be 
Thou'It  leave  me  in  my  poverty. 

4  Kidi<,diten  me,  that  I  the  road 

May  find  that  leads  to  heaven  and  God; 
That  sin's  dark  nii,dit  mislead  not  nu-, 
Nor  make  me  wander  helplessly. 

5  Then  in  my  last  great  need,  by  faith 
Help  me  to  die  a  peaceful  death  ; 
Lord  Jesus,  stay,  I  cling  to  Thee, 

I  know  Thou  wilt  not  turn  from  me. 

Translated  from  the  German  of  J.  Aiignlos  by 

StrwAS    IIAVEM    WAICD. 

Ne»-ark,  N.  J.,  1883. 


UNTO  THEE. 

1  After  the  day  done 

Ls  it  my  rest, 
O  meek  and  lowly  One, 
Into  Thy  heart  to  come  ? 

2  Dreary  and  comfortless, 

AVeary  and  worn. 
Tears  from  my  eyelids  press; 
Yearnest  Thou  now  to  bless  ? 

3  Though  this  Thy  love  for  me, 

I  grieve  and  grieve  ; 
Still  must  my  n-fuge  be, 
O  gentle  Heart,  in  Thee? 

4  Si)ite  of  my  wayward  day. 

Spite  of  my  will 
Tangling  my  cumbered  waj', 
Now  must  my  burden  lay, 

5  Saviour  Divine,  I  know, 

On  Thee  alone ; 
I've  nowhere  else  to  go. 
No  one  to  love  me  so! 

BrsA.V   p.    BARTI.ETT. 

Sunth  Dartmuutb,  .Mom.,  1882. 

AT  NIGHTFALL. 

1  Tlie  day  is  done,  dear  Lord,  the  we-iry  day ; 
And  I  liave  fried  so  hard  to  do  Tliv  will. 
And  faithfully  the  tasks  Thou  gav'st  fullil  I 

2  The  little  ones  are  sleeping  ;  all  tlie  day 
The  restless  feet  have  hurried  to  anil  fro. 
The  childish  voices  ce;use]e.sa  in  their  flow. 


3  TIkmi  knowest,  dear  Lord,  the  work  I  try  to  do: 
To  train  these  treasures  Thnu  hast  lent  to  me. 
Till   Thine  own  inia:;e  in  their  heariM  may  b*-. 

4  I  strive  to  guanl  from  harm  my  garden  fair — 
The  sweet  home  garden  with  its  tender  blooms. 
Its  promised  fruitage,  and  love's  rich  perfumes; 

5  Hut  spite  of  all  my  care,  the  liedgc  is  jioor. 
The  crafty  fo.xes  cree|)  in  unaware. 

And  little  sins  <lespoil  my  gardeii  fair. 
G  So  all  the  day  I've  laljored.  watched  and  prayed. 
To  lead  the  little  souls  to  Thy  dear  feet, 
And  guard  lest  sin  sliould  dim  their  wlutenesssweeL 

7  Now  they  are  nestled  'neath  Thy  -vings  to  rest; 
Hut  I  am  tired,  so  tired,  dear  Lord,  to-night, 
'I'oo  spent  and  weary  e'en  to  pray  aright. 

8  To-morrow's  tasks  arise  before  my  sight  ; 
Hut  oh,  my  Lord,  they  are  so  heavy  grown, 
I  faint  and  fall ;  I  cannot  walk  alone  1 

9  Hear  Thou  my  burdens,  be  in  wr-sikne.ss  strength; 
Take  in  Thy  arms  the  children  of  my  care, 

So  that  Thy  blessing  all  their  lives  iiiay  share. 
10  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep  with  peaceful  heart: 

Strength  will  be  given  for  all  the  morrow  brings, 
Till,  by-and-by,  our  earth-souls  shall  find  wings! 

MltM    H.   U.  TITTKHIHOTOII. 

EVENING  PRAYER 

1  Father,  as  the  days  decline, 
(irant  Thy  sun  of  truth  shall  shine 
In  my  soul,  and  in  my  heart, 

Bid,  ah !  bid  Him  not  depart. 
Hut  continue  through  the  night, 
And  at  morn  my  j)athway  light. 

2  I  have  need  of  light  and  truth, 
I  am  in  the  paths  of  youth  ; 

And,  dear  Lord,  I  would  not  stray, 
Guide  and  light  my  onward  way. 
And  when  evenings  all  are  past. 
Oh  !  receive  Thine  own  at  hist. 

RAIUEL  K.   MOORB. 

"SISTE  VIATOR' 

"At  cventlinu  It  uliall !»  light." 

1  My  little  onc-life-power  in  the  great  sum  of  things. 

Makes  its  small  pause  —  a  broken  day,  whose  zo. 
nitli  sun 
Clindis  not  in  earthly  skies.     No  tinished  offerings 
My  altars  hold,  and  yet  my  half  day's  work  seenjs 
done. 

2  Thro'  all  my  soul,  a  hush  liolds  me  with  mighfv  hand, 

With  "gates  .ijar"  toward  every  jM)ssible  deli;,dil. 
My  silent,  darkened  sick-room  grows  enelianl»><i  land, 
And  yet,  a  helpless  waif.  I  lie  uj»on  the  night. 

3  I  cannot  reach,  or  open  wide  one  uid(>cki><l  frale ; 

I  cannot  stand  upon  the  strangely-liuht*>d  floor ; 
I  only  float  on  wondrous  waves  of  thought — and  wait. 
And  send  a  voiceless  yearning  towarri  the  iuiwr 
shore. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


•1    lluslu'd  on  iliis  night  of  sliarp,  of   almost  conquering 
j.ain, 
.lust  on  tlio  unlit  odgo  of  vast  realms  nncxjdorod, 
l>()tli  (|ui\('ring  (Icsli  ami  iinilliimined  hraiii 

Make  darkness  wliuro  llic  tangling  shadows  wait  a 
bwurd, 

o   Whose  name  is  dawn  I    "What  shall  the  patient  wat(  li- 
er  see  ? 
A  rosy  Kast  look  down  where  one  sliall  slowly  rise, 
And  yet  go  forth  to  useful  years!'  or  shall  it  he 
The  ali-suHiciug  day  of  God,  shall  light  these  eyes  ? 

C  The  dripping  ice  that  on  my  hurning  forehead  lies. 
Is   not  more  grateful   to  the   parched  and  aching 
sense 
Than  these  soid-ministerings  I  faintly  recognize, 
btriviiiii  to  HU  an  inner  thirst,  still  more  intense. 

7  Once  let  me  feel  the  pressure  of  those  shadowy  lips, 
Once  let  me  groping  lind  the  dear  magnetic  hand, 


Avmait  couriers^  of  lieav'nly  sweet  companionships 
Flying  from  Heart,  Home,  Temple  of  the  Better 
Land. 

8  My  head,  so  tired,  thought-tangled  with  the  warring 

creeds. 
Here  rests  !   I  only  know  and  feel  that  God  is  just, 
"With  i)ower,  onmipoient  to  till  all  human  needs, 
Ourneeds  I — iheou     things  that  sometimes  are  not 

dust. 

9  "Who  is  that  other  watcher,  waiting  in  my  room  ? 

I  feel  him,  hut  I  cannot  see  his  shroude<l  face. 
Is  it  the  strange  mysterious  one  we  miscall  "  Doom?" 

The  only  earthly  one,  mali<;ned  of  all  oui^ruce. 
10  So  wise,  so  patient,  Death,  who,  who  so  unreplyiu"-, 

AVho,  with  such  grand  appeal  to  the  event  sublime, 
Death  can  he  tender  too,  if  aught  like  this  were  dying 

"Tis  passing  sweet,  where'er  Eternity  nears  Time. 

ISADOnE  (JILBEKT  JEFFKKV. 

Waukcgiiu,  lU.,  Oct.  30, 1S74. 


EVENING  PRAYER  TO  THE  VIRGIN. 


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EVENING  DEVOTION. 


71 


'^m's.  0rrnon  (&x\\\m\  Jiiibcrgal. 

Miss  Maria  Vcmon  Graham  Harergal,  the  sister  of  Frances  Ridley 
Havergal.  has  written  much  In  both  pro^f  ami  verse.  She  hiisthe  sweet, 
cousecratcd  sjjirit  that  her  dear  departed  sister  possessed  iu  such  a 
marked  d.'|,Tec.  Among  her  works  is  a  lucmorial  of  lier  sister,  and 
"Pleasant  Fruits  from  the  Cottage  and  the  Class."  She  has  alsio  compiled 
and  prepared  for  pub]ic;ktion  six  Vjooks  of  her  sister's  writings,  among 
which  are  "Life  Eclioes,"  "Life  Chords,"  "  Under  His  Sliadow."  and 
"Starlight  thn>ugh  the  Shadows."  To  her  our  readers  .ire  indebted  for 
much  in  this  volume,  never  1>efore  published  it*,  this  country,  and  some 
of  it  is  new  and  by  various  authors  of  renown  in  EuglauiL 

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"AT  EVENING  TIME  IT  SHALL  BE  LIGHT. 

Zech.  xiv :  7. 

1  I/ifc'.s  orient  morn  hath  p.assed  awaVi 
Ilii.sliod  all  the  claniorou.s  cares  of  day: 
Through  twilii;ht  calm  soft  steals  cue  chime, 
"It  shall  be  li-iht  at  cveniuff  time." 

2  Life's  western  portal  opes  for  me ; 
Death's  (larkeninu  valley  near  I  see ; 
This  promise  meets  my  (limminir  sight: 
"At  evening  time  it  shall  be  light." 

3  Jesus,  my  light  of  life,  draw  near, 
Shine  on  my  darkness,  chase  each  fear  ; 
Stand  by  me  in  life's  closing  fight, 
And  cheering  say,  "  I  am  thy  light." 

4  Washed  in  Thy  ])recious  blood  alone. 
Arrayed  in  righteousness  Thine  own, 
From  evening  time  I  pa.-is  away. 

To  Heaven's  eternal  shadcless  day. 

M.   V.    O.    IIAVERQAL. 

Winterdyne,  Bvwdley,  Kug.,  1868. 
II. 

1  The  shining  of  the  earliest  star, 
Unveiled  from  jmrple  shades  afar. 

That  brightens  o'er  the  brow  of  night. 
Can  bring  no  cheer,  amid  its  beams, 
More  bright  than  through  this  promi.se  gleams: 

"At  evening  time  there  shall  be  light." 

2  "There  shall  be  light!"  O  wanderer,  say, 
(Jroping  through  tears  thy  weary  way, 

llath  hope  in  shadows  taken  (light? 
Then;  shines  a  love-star  o'er  the  tomb. 
And  sing  the  angels  through  the  gloom : 

"At  evening  time  there  shall  be  !i>dit." 

2  And  seest  thou,  through  the  dying  day. 
That  brighter  shines  the  lovely  ray 

As  darker  grows  the  coming  night? 
And  hearest  thou,  through  the  twilight  calm. 
The  .silvery  sweetness  of  this  psalm  ^ 

"At  evening  time  there  shall  be  licht?" 

3  As  erst  around  the  Bethel  Stone, 

A  gleam  of  Heaven's  own  glory  shone. 
The  |)ilgrim  saw,  in  visions  bright, 

Down  starry  stee])s  a  band  descend. 

And  .xeraph-tones  iu  cliorus  blend 

At  evening  time,  and  there  was  light. 


4  And  as  the  l^Fagi  turned  their  way 
Toward  where  tiie  infant  Savi(jur  Lay, 

And  one  pure  star  lia<l  crowned  the  night, 
Methinks  o'er  jdains  of  far  Judea, 
His  heralil's  vcjices  sound(;d  dear  : 

"At  evening  time  there  shall  be  light." 

5  Untouched  by  earth's  insensate  thiiii^s, 
We  hear  the  sound  of  angel  wings, 

Down  drooping  in  their  <listaut  flight; 
AVe  see  the  shadows  melt  away, 
With  silvery  voices  softly  s.iy  : 

"At  evening  time  there  shall  be  light" 
G  No  frowning  darkness  of  the  grave. 
No  murmurs  of  the  sullen  wave 

Our  feet  have  toucheil,  can  bring  aiTright, 
As,  floating  from  the  starry  spheres. 
Sounds  the  glad  hymn  of  endless  years: 

"At  eveuinif  time  there  shall  be  liirhL" 

EUZAilETlI  U.     BAKBER  BAKBETT. 


OPEN   IMMEDIATELY. 

1  The  oortainest,  surest  thing  I  know, 

AVhativer,  what  else,  may  yet  befall 
Of  blessings  or  bane,  of  weal  or  woe. 

Is  the  truth  that  is  fatefullest  far  of  all. 
That  the  blaster  will  knock  at  my  door  some  night. 

And  there,  in  the  silence  hushed  and  dim, 
AVill  wait  for  my  coming  with  lamp  and  light. 

To  open  immediately  to  Him. 

2  I  wonder  if  I  at  His  tap  shall  spring 

In  eagerness  up,  and  cross  the  floor. 
With  rapturous  step,  and  freely  fling. 

In  the  murk  of  the  midnight,  wide  the  door? 
Or  will  there  be  work  to  be  put  away? 

Or  the  taper,  that  burns  too  low,  to  trim? 
Or  something  that  cnives  too  much  delay 

To  open  immediately  to  Him? 

3  Or  shall  I  with  whitened  fear  grow  dumb. 

The  moment  I  hear  the  sudden  knock. 
Anil  startled  to  think  He  hath  Mirely  come, 

Shall  falter  and  fail  to  find  the  lock, 
And  kei'p  Him  so  waiting  as  I  .stand, 

Irresolute,  while  my  senses  swim, 
Instead  of  the  bound  with  outstretched  hand, 

To  open  immediately  to  Him. 

4  If  this  is  file  only  thing  foretold 

Of  all  my  future, —  then,  I  j>ray, 
That  quietly  watchful,  I  may  hold 

The  key  of  a  golden  faith  earh  day 
Fa<t  sluit  in  my  gra.«p,  that  wh<n  I  near 
His  step,  be  it  d.awn  or  midnight  dim. 
Straightway  may  I  rise  without  a  fear, 
And  o]H>ii  immediately  to  Him. 

MAjuiAiiET  J.  rnnrroii. 
L«xiiit(t»n.  Va .  im 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


NIGHT  HYMN  AT  SEA. 

1  Nii^lit  sinks  on  the  wave, 

Hollow  gusts  are  sighing, 
Sea-l)ir<ls  to  their  caves 

Through  tlie  gloom  are  flying. 
Oh  !  should  storms  come  sweeping, 

Thou  in  heav'n  unsleeping, 
O'er  us  vigil  keeping, 

Hear,  hear,  and  save. 

2  Stars  look  o'er  the  sea, 

Few,  and  sad,  and  shrouded ! 
Faith  our  light  must  be, 

When  all  else  is  clouded. 
Thou,  wliose  voice  came  thrilling, 

Whid  and  billow  stilling. 
Speak!  our  pray'r  fulfilling, — 

Power  dwells  with  Thee. 


f  abs  fjuntingiioit. 


KELIOIA    HEHAN8. 


ROCKED  IN  THE  CRADLE  OF  THE  DEEP. 
L.  M. 

1  Rocked  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep, 
I  lay  me  down  in  peace  to  sleep ; 
Secure  I  rest  upon  the  wave. 

For  Thou,  O  Lord !  hast  power  to  save. 

2  I  know  Thou  wilt  not  slight  my  call, 
For  Thou  dost  mark  the  sparrow's  fall 
And  calm  and  peaceful  is  my  sleep, 
Rock'd  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep. 

3  And  such  the  trust  that  still  were  mine. 
Though  stormy  winds  swept  o'er  the  brine, 
Or  though  the  tem])est's  fiery  breath 
Roused  me  from  sleei^  to  wreck  and  death; 

4  In  ocean  caves  still  safe  with  Thee, 
The  germs  of  immortality  ; 

And  calm  and  peaceful  is  my  sleep. 
Rocked  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep. 

MRS.   WILLARD. 

HE  HOLDETH  THE  WATERS  IN  HIS  HAND 

1  O  Thou,  who  liast  spread  out  the  skies. 

And  measured  the  depths  of  the  sea, 
Our  incense  of  praise  shall  arise 

In  joyous  thanksgiving  to  Thee. 
Forever  Thy  presence  is  near. 

Though  heaves  our  bark  far  from  the  land ; 
We  ride  on  the  deep  without  fear ; 

The  waters  are  held  in  Thy  hand. 

2  Eternity  comes  in  the  soimd 

Of  billows  that  never  can  sleep  ; 
Jehovah  encircles  us  round  ; 

Omnipotence  walks  on  the  deep. 
Our  Father,  we  look  up  to  Thee, 

As  on  toward  the  haven  we  roll ; 
And  faith  in  our  Pilot  shall  be 

An  anchor  to  steady  the  soul. 

HANNAH    F.    (lOULD 


Lady  Huntingdon,  of  English  birth,  was  born  in  1707.  In  1728  she  was 
married  to  Thc-oijhilus,  9th  Earl  of  Huntingdon,  and  became  a  widow  in 
1746.  Adopting  the  i)riucJi>Ic  of  the  Calrauistic  Methodists,  she  made 
the  eminent  founder  and  preacher  Geo.  Whitfield,  one  of  her  chaplains. 
On  bis  death  in  1770,  she  wais  appointed  by  bis  will,  sole  proprietor  of  bis 
possessions,  and  she  immediately  set  about  the  good  work  of  organizing 
a  mission  to  North  Asia.  Her  labors  at  home  increased  with  her  years. 
For  the  education  of  ministers,  she  established  and  maintained  a  College 
in  Wales.  She  also  built,  or  became  possessed  of,  many  chapels  in  dif- 
ferent parts  of  the  country,  the  principle  one  being  at  Bath.  She  like- 
wise expended  large  amounts  in  supporting  young  men  for  the  itinerant 
ministry,  as  well  as  in  priFate  charity  andd^edsof  love  for  Cbrist'ssake. 
Before  her  death  in  1791,  she  bequeathed  her  chapels,  64  In  number,  to 
the  management  of  four  persons.  Her  hymns  of  devotion  are  among 
the  sweetest  and  best  ever  written  by  woman. 

THE  LAST  BEAM. 
p.  II. 

Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shining ; 
Father  in  heaven  !  the  day  is  declining. 
Safety  and  innocence  fly  with  the  light, 
Temptation  and  danger  walk  forth  with  the  night ; 
From  the  fall  of  the  shade  till  the  morning  bells  chime, 
Shield  me  from  danger,  save  me  from  crime. 
Father,  have  mercy.  Father,  have  mercy, 
Father,  have  mercy  thro'  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 
Father  in  heaven!  oh,  hear  when  we  call. 
Hear,  for  Christ's  sake,  who  is  Saviour  of  all ; 
Feeble  and  fainting  we  trust  in  Thy  might. 
In  doubting  and  darkness  Thy  love  be  our  light: 
Let  us  sleep  on  Thy  breast  while  the  night  taper  burns 
Wake  in  Thy  arms  when  morning  returns. 
Father,  have  mercy.  Father,  have  mercy. 
Father,  have  mercy  thro'  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord, 

LADY  SELINA  HUNTINGDON. 

SAFE  IN  THY  CARE. 

L.  M. 
Psalm  iv  :  8. 

1  Great  God  !  to  Thee  my    evening  song 
With  humble  gratitude  I  raise  ; 

Oh,  let  Thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  All  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days  unclouded  as  they  pass, 
And  every  gentle,  rolling  hour. 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  Thy  love  and  power. 

3  And  yet  this  thoughtless,  wretched  heart, 
Too  oft  regardless  of  Thy  love. 
Ungrateful,  can  from  Thee  depart. 
And,  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 
Of  Jesus  ;  His  dear  name  alone 

I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God ! 
And  kind  acce])tance  at  Thy  throne. 

5  Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close, 
With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame ; 
Safe  in  Thy  care  may  I  repose. 

And  wake  with  praises  to  Thy  name.     . 

ANNE  STEELE.     1760. 


EVENINO  DEVOTION. 


73 


DAY  IS  DYING. 


From  ".Spiritual  Songs."    Editeil  by  Rev.  Ohas.  S.  Robiuson,  D.  D. 

1  Day  is  dying  in  tho  "Wost; 
Heaven  is  toiicliin<r  earth  with  rest; 
Wait  and  worsiiip  wiiile  the  night 
Sets  her  evenini,'  hiinps  alight 

Througli  all  the  sky. 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  of  Hosts! 
Heaven  and  earth  are  full  of  Thee ! 
Heaven  and  earth  are  praising  Thee, 

O  Lord  most  high  I 

2  Lord  of  life,  beneath  the  dome 
Of  the  Universe,  Thy  home, 
Gather  us  who  seek  Thy  face 
To  the  foKl  of  Thy  embrace, 

For  Thou  art  nigh. 
Holy,  holy,  holy.  Lord  God  of  Hosts! 
Heaven  and  earth  are  full  of  Thee  ! 
Heaven  and  earth  arc  praising  Thee, 

O  Lord  most  high  ! 

MART  A.   LATIIRITRT. 
»  By  per. 


PILGRIM,  WATCH  AND  PRAY. 
"Therefore  let  U3  not  sleep  as  do  others,  but  Ut  113  watch  and  bo  aobor." 

1  Softly  on  the  breath  of  evening 

Comes  the  tender  sigh  of  day ; 
Lonely  heart,  by  sorrow  laden, 

'Tis  tho  time  to  pray. 
Weary  pilgrim,  cease  thy  mourning; 
Weary  pilgrim,  cease  thy  mouruiug  ; 

Rest  beyond  forever. 

2  Pearly  dews,  like  tears,  are  falling' 

Gently  on  the  sleeping  flowers ; 
Stars,  like  angel  eyes,  are  beaming 

From  celestial  bowers. 
Weary  pilgrim,  cease  thy  mourning ; 
Weary  pilgrim,  cease  thy  mourning ; 

Rest  beyond  forever. 

3  'Tis  the  hour  when  hallowed  feelings 

Chase  our  doubts  and  fears  away  ; 
'Tis  the  hour  for  calm  devotion. 

Pilgrim,  watch  and  pray. 
Weary  pilgrim,  cease  thy  mourning; 
Weary  pilgrim,  cease  thy  mourning; 

Rest  beyond  forever. 

4  Though  temptations  dark  ojipress  thee, 

Jesus  guides  thee  on  thy  way; 
He  will  hear  thy  lightest  whisper. 

Pilgrim,  watch  and  pray. 
Weary  pilgrim,  cease  thy  mourning; 
Weary  pilgrim,  cease  thy  mourning ; 

Rest  beyond  forever. 

FAXVT  C  VAN  AWTTyR, 
Copyri(ihto<l.  1870,  byT.  E  PcrViiia. 
Used  by  iKT.  M<«ir8.  liiulnw  t.  Mnin. 


JUrs.  3i)cli;i  C.  6nbr.s. 

Bin).  Adi'lia  C.  Oraves  in  the  wife  of  Rot.  Z.  V..  Rran-s,  who  for  aliort 

thirty  or  iiiori-  yoars  lia.H  bcvii  prcsidcMit  of  tlif  Mary  .Slurp  ColU-tr,  Wln- 
clifstiT.  Teuiifsace.  Shu  ia  a  woman  of  r.ire  uii-ciitivi.-  ulillity.  p<M-tlo 
t;uit<.*  aud  culturt-,  and  t*t  Ikt  ufTortJi  and  iiidniiiiUil>Ir  iM-rM-vt-raiico  tho 
cullcge  iJi  greatly  iiiilcbtud  for  tlie  prominence'  it  liaji  attained  aiuong  tlio 
finest  educational  institutions  in  the  South.  Her  pupils  In  Encliih  lit- 
erature and  rhetoric  are  to  be  fouud  in  eTcr>-  quartc-r  of  the  slobe.  Tho 
compiler  of  tliin  volunio  was  once  a  pupil  In  tlie  .Mary  Kbar|i  ColleBo. 
and  to  It  Owen  much  of  the  little  she  way  have  aciiuired  uf  a  tast«  fur 
literature  of  a  high  order. 

Mrs.  Oraves  has  publislied  a  Tolume  of  jioodis,  and  baa  written  manj 
■ketches  of  au  ii:terestiug  and  InstructlTc  uatiirc. 


THE  ANNUNCIATION. 

1  'Twas  night  upon  Judea's  hill.s. 

And  sparkling  shone  her  thou.saiid  rills 

Heneath  a  starry  sky  ; 
While  shepherds,  on  the  dewy  gra.ss, 
Watched  the  nocturnal  shadows  pass, 

Till  midnight  hours  drew  nigli, 

2  Wlien,  from  the  crystal  walls  above. 
The  white-winged  messengers  of  love, 

On  joyous  errand  bent. 
Sang  through  each  upland,  glade  an<l  glen, 
"Peace  upon  earth,  good  will  to  men, 

A  Saviour  to  mankind  is  sent." 

3  Judea's  hills  take  up  the  song, 
Judea's  vales  the  strain  prolong. 

"Peace  and  good-will  and  jny," 
And  mortal  tongues,  through  endless  days, 
Shall  chant  the  same  in  nobler  lays. 
And  lind  it  sweet  employ. 

AnELi\  c.  aRAvm 
Winchester,  Teun.,  1883 


CHRISTMAS  EVE. 

1  Shine,  gentle  stars,  to-nigiit, 
With  pure  and  tender  light ! 
And  wintry  winds,  lie  low : 
Let  .softer  breezes  blow  I 

Ami  moonbeams  trembling  on  the  air. 
Glitter  with  sheen  most  wondrous  fair. 
For  this  is  Christmas  eve. 

2  Blaze,  fagirots,  on  the  hearth; 
And  children,  .shout  with  mirth  ; 
And  let  the  song  go  round 
With  inerry,  joyful  sound; 

While  gentle  hands  the  gifts  display. 
Which  wait  the  dawn  of  Christmas  day, 
For  this  is  Christinas  eve. 

3  Ring,  ring,  ye  silver  bells. 
Till  all  the  deepest  welk 
Of  melody  break  furth 

And  roll  from  South  to  North  ; 
Ring  till  each  grand  cathedral  ai.sh; 
Resounfls  with  sweetest  chimes  the  while. 

For  this  is  Christmas  eve. 


74 


WOAfAIf  ly  SACRED  SO  NO. 


4  Tiow  down,  our  lirarts.  in  love 
To  Ilini  wlio  from  iihove 
FouikI  to  our  world  His  way, 
And  in  a  manger  lay  ; 

AVliih'  angels  sang  of  j)C'ace  on  earth, 
To  crown  with  joy  His  liours  of  birth. 
Aye!  this  is  Christmas  eve. 

5  Forget  yc  not  the  i)oor. 
Who  stand  outside  your  door, 
Or  shiver  at  tlu;  gate 

W'lere  no  warm  wel(;om('s  wait ; 
But,  like  tlie  Saviour,  (iy  with  speed 
To  scatter  gifts  wliere  there  is  need, 

Aye  !   this  is  Christmas  eve. 

EMILY  rUTNAM  WILLIAMS. 
Appletou  (Mty,  Mo.,  1883. 


RING,  MERRY,  MERRY  BELLS. 


1  Ring,  merry,  merry  hells, 

Tlu!  Christmas  morn ! 

Ring  out  a  joyous  j)eal ! 
The  Saviour  comes, 
The  Christ  is  born  ; 

He  comes  to  save  and  heal. 

2  Ring,  merry,  mi-rry  bells, 

O'er  all  the  land, 
By  hall  and  cottage  fires ; 


Let  every  home 

And  household  band 
Hear  nmsic  from  your  spires. 
RiiTg,  merry,  merry  bells  ! 

There  comelh  here 
The  wondrous  truth  at  last, 

By  ancient  king 

And  kingly  seer 
So  longed-for,  ages  past. 
Ring,  merry,  merry  bells'. 

Let  liill  and  vale, 
Through  all  the  festal  day, 

Li  notes  of  joy 

Repeat  the  tale 
Of  Christ,  the  Living  Way. 
Ring,  merry,  merry  bells  ! 

Our  heavy  load 
We  lay,  rejoicing  down  ; 

For  by  His  cross 

We  gain  the  road 
To  our  eternal  crown. 
Ring,  merry,  merry  bells  ! 

Your  carols  pour. 
Nor  let  \our  i^ladness  cease ; 

The  Wonderful ! 

The  Counsellor ! 
The  mighty  Prince  of  Peace ' 


MARIE  MASON, 

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MERRY,  MERRY  CHRISTMAS! 


(A    CHRISTMAS  CAROL) 
Unto  you  is  born  a  Saviour."— Luke.  2:  ]1.  Words  and  Music  by  Mrs.  T.  J.  COOK. 

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FROM    A    POEM     ENTITLED 
CHRISTMAS. 


Chime  out,  O  joyful  bells ! 

All  worlilly  discords  drown  ! 
Yield  up  your  green,  O  trees. 

To  inuke  :i  Christnius  crown  I 
Give  of  your  best,  O  earth  ! 

IMake  room,  O  liumau  heart. 
That  lie  who  came  this  day 

May  nevermore  dejjart  I 

MU.-f.    M.    F.    HUTTa, 


CUniSTAfAS. 


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CHRISTMAS  MORN. 

I. 

'Tis  Christmas  morn!   with  noiseless  tread 
The  centuries  liave  onward  sped  ; 
Proud,  earthly  jjowers  liave  passed  away, 
And  kin;,'doms  crumbled  to  decay  ; 
But  perfume  from  tlie  Mai^i  gift 
And  echoes  from  the  angels'  chime 
Still  linger  on  the  Christmas  air, 
And  float  upon  the  stream  of  time. 
And  swift-winged  winds  for  aye  repeat 
The  tidings  wliich  the  shepherds  told. 
The  story  of  redeeming  love — 
Forever  new,  forever  old ! 

II. 

'Tis  Christmas  morn!  What  shall  we  bring? 

What  worthy  gift,  what  offering  ? 

Not  orient  ])carl  or  sparkling  gem, 

Nor  jewels  for  Thy  diadem  ; 

Thou  would'st  not  these,  all,  all  are  Thine, 

The  secrets  of  the  hidden  mine, 

The  pearls  that  ocean's  caverns  keep. 

And  all  the  treasures  of  the  deep, 

Shine  hut  for  Thee.     One  gift  alono 

Dear  Saviour,  Thou  wilt  bless  and  own. 

Then  teach  us  how  that  gift  to  bring. 

Oh!  teach  us  how  Thy  jtraise  to  sing! 

The  angels  only  sing  Thy  birth, 

We  praise  Th(>e  for  Thy  life  on  earth: 

As  infant  on  Tiiy  mother's  breast, 

As  child  at  jday,  as  youth  at  rest, 

At  work  by  holy  .Joseph's  side. 

Or  wand(>ring  lone  at  eventide, 

By  Kcdron's  brook.     On  mountain  bare 

We  praise  Thee  for  Thy  midnight  prayer, 

The  touch  that  made  the  blind  to  see, 

The  "Peace  be  still"  to  Galilee; 

The  hand  that  the  five  thousand  fed, 

The  tears  o'<'r  sleeping  Lazarus  shed; 

For  ears  unsto|)pe(J,  for  tongue  set  free. 

For  footsteps  on  the  troubled  sea, 

For  lepers  cleansed,  for  dead  upraised, 

O  Christ  of  God,  Thy  name  be  praised! 

The  burdens  Thou  for  us  didst  bear. 

For  carrying  every  load  of  care  ; 

For  wounds  by  our  transgressions  made, 

For  griefs  and  sorrows  on  Thee  laid  ; 

For  chastisements  our  peace  that  sealed, 

For  stri[)es  by  which  our  wounds  were  healed, 

For  visage  marred,  and  bleeding  feet. 

For  Pilate's  hall  and  judgment-seat. 

For  ])laited  crown  and  pierced  side. 

For  Calvary's  cross  and  Ilim  that  died; 

For  Joseph's  tomb  and  Easter  morn. 

For  death  of  all  its  terrors  shorn  ; 

The  ]>romise  of  iMillenial  dawn, 

For  hope  of  resurrection  morn, 


For  Ilim  who  intercedes  above, 
For  (Jod  in  Clirist,  the  (Jod  of  love, 
Let  songs  of  atloration  rise. 
King  hallelujahs  to  the  skies ! 

MRH.   W.  L.   MIU.tR. 

From  a  "ChrUtmiu  E|j1o"  lu  SL  I<ouU  Evougcliii, 


CHRISTMAS. 

1  IIow  fair  u])on  the  mountains 

The  hasting  feet  which  bring 
To-<lay  the  glorious  tidings 

Which  o'er  the  earth  shall  rinff. 

2  He  reigns,  our  blesst'-d  Saviour, 

He  reigns,  the  King  of  Peace! 
To-<lay  His  heaveidy  mission 

Begins  and  ne'er  shall  cease. 
8  What  though  a  new-born  infant 

He  smiles  on  Mary's  breast  ? 
He  comes  to  free  the  people 

With  sin  and  woe  opprest. 
4  He  comes  to  break  the  fetters 

Which  bind  the  toiling  slave, 
And  bid  from  every  hill-toj) 

The  flag  of  freedom  wave. 

5  Break  fortli,  ye  lofty  mountains, 

And  ye,  O  little  hills. 
Pour  out  your  deepest  music, 
And  mingle,  tinkling  rills. 

6  Let  every  voice  in  nature 

Unite  to  swell  the  strain  : 
"To-day  our  blessed  I^eader, 

The  'Prince  of  Peace,'  doth  reign." 

suais  V.  ALUKicu.    1883. 


MERRY  CHRISTMAS  BELLS. 

1  Hark !  hark !  the  sweet,  sweet  chiming 

Of  merry  Christmas  bells! 
Their  low,  melodious  livmnin? 

A  wondrous  story  tells. 
Beneath  the  stars  that  glisten 

O'er  distant  Syrian  plains, 
Tlic  watching  shepherds  listen 

To  clear,  angelic  strains. 

2  "To  God  the  highest  glory!" 

While  heavenly  arches  ring 
Responsive  to  the  story 

That  Gabriel  doth  sing. 
"  The  peace  on  earth  whose  blessing 

Shall  bring  gocxl  will  to  men," 
And  in  Ilis  nanii-  pri>gressing, 

Shall  till  the  world  again. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


3  And  when  the  dawn  is  streaking 

The  eastern  sky  afar, 
Tliey  see  tlie  ylorv  breaking 

From  otV  a  n<  w-born  Star. 
It  shines  above  the  manger 

Wherein  a  babe  is  born, 
And  for  that  infant  stranger 

Arehangcls  iiail  the  morn. 

4  No  kingly  crown  awaits  Ilim, 

No  robe  of  Tyrian  dye, 
But  iieavenly  eiioirs  His  praises 

Are  sointding  through  the  sky; 
For  Hetldehem's  lowly  manger 

The  King  of  kings  contains; 
And  Glory  !  Glory!  Glory! 

The  Lord  of  all  He  reigus. 

MABIB  MASON. 
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The  author  of  the  following  Christmas  Carols  was  formerly  Miss  Jew 
»tt.  She  attcudcd  scUixji  and  graduated  at  Rutgers  Female  Seminary, 
New  York  City.  Since  her  marriage  to  a  Puunsylvania  gentleman, 
her  residence  has  been  in  Towanda,  Penn.  Her  first  Jjiubli.slied  poem 
was  set  to  mu.sic  by  Prof.  Geo.  F.  Root,  for  an  anniversary  occasion. 
Those  who  are  ac<iuaintcd  with  her  predict  for  her  'a  brilliant  future, 
and  one  resulting  in  good  to  others.  Her  Christmas  Carols  are  already 
citen.iiyely  known  and  sung.  She  designed  a  Christmas  star  for  1882, 
which  wa.s  a  beautiful  work  of  art,  filled  with  her  own  original  sougs 
for  Christmas  festivities. 

Mrs.  Mercur  has  spent  some  time  abroad,  with  her  family  and  has 
recently  issut^d  a  beautiful  translation  of  "  Karin."  'While  in  Germany, 
her  correspondence  to  several  American  papers  was  prouonnced  excel- 
lent and  read  with  much  interest  by  many. 

CHRISTMAS  CAROLS. 
I. 

1  Christus !  Anointed  One  !  King  at  Thy  birth ! 

Entwined  by  Thy  name  with  emblems  of  mirth. 
Bring  the  bright  holly,  the  w'eird  mistletoe  ; 

AVilh  ivy — both  gladness  and  reverence  to  show. 

2  Jehovah's  new  name,  combining  in  one 

Infinite,  F^inite,  Father  and  Son. 
Better  than  angels  hath  Jesus  the  Way 
Obtained  a  more  excellent  title  than  they. 

3  Mythology  fabled  the  nation's  desire 

Through  peace-breathing  lute,  and  Promethian  fire, 
Revealed  to  Isaiah  in  vision  sublime. 

He  preached  it  before  the  fulness  of  time. 

4  Hearken,  O  nations,  and  listen,  0  land, 

For  you  is  a  Prince  and  Deliverer  at  hand, 
Wliose  government  gentle, shall  ever  increase, 
A  reign  of  love,  jjurity,  righteousness,  peace ! 
.")  No  longer  the  desolate  places  are  waste. 

Fields  wait  for  the  harvest;  ye  reapers,  make  haste  ! 
TJK!  wilderness  blossometh,  yea,  as  the  rose. 
And  waters  of  comfort  invite  to  repose! 
C  Heaven's  King  is   your  guest,  receive  him,  O  Earth! 
Jcsu.s,  the  child  of  innnaeulate  birth! 
Son  of  a  virgin,  yet  monarch  most  high  — 
Ilosanuu!  hosauna!  cxultingly  cry! 


7  Rejoice,  happy  mother ;  most  blessed  thou  art, 

Thy  name  among  women  dwells  henceforth  apar* 
Yea,  magnify  Ilini,  thy  Saviour  and  .Son, 
Whose  rule,  long  exj)ected,  at  last  is  begun  ! 

8  Wake  p.saltery  and  harp!   sound  cymbal  and  lyre! 

'Tis  the  birthday  of  Him  whom  all  hearts  desire. 
Blow  ye  the  trumpets,  command  to  the  feast 
Of  Jesus  Immanuel,  our  King  and  High  Priest ! 

A^'NA  H.  UE&CUK,     1882. 
II. 

1  Immanuel,  God  with  us ! 

Bow  down,  ye  heavens,  to-day! 
Behold  a  wondrous  glory, 

The  star  of  Bethlehem's  ray! 
For  angels  have  descended 

With  message  from  on  high ; 
Let  all  the  earth  keep  silence, 

Redemption  di'aweth  nigh ! 

2  Strange  sight  for  men  and  angels! 

Lo !   the  effulgent  light 
Which  led  the  holy  magi 

Rests  on  Judean  height! 
Stopped  in  its  course  celestial, 

O'er  lowly  cattle-shed. 
Its  heavenly  beams  illumine 

An  Infant's  manger  bed. 

3  O  Earth,  with  all  thy  kingdoms. 

Was  there  no  other  place 
Wherein  to  welcome  Jesus, 

The  Lord  of  life  and  grace? 
No  room  in  royal  palace  ? 

No  spot  within  the  inn 
To  shield  the  Word  made  human— 

The  God-man  without  sin? 

4  To  make  men  priests  and  monarchs, 

Joint-heirs  with  Him  on  high, 
The  Logos  consubstautial 

Descendeth  from  the  sky. 
Leaving  the  Father's  brightness, 

Leaving  His  throne  of  flame, 
He  comes  a  helpless  infant, 

To  suffer  grief  and  shame. 

5  Depth  of  humiliation ! 

Love  passing  all  degree! 
Thus  to  restore  to  mortals 

Their  immortality ! 
Henceforth  the  race  shall  triumph. 

And  foil  the  serpent's  art: 
The  laws  of  stone  on  Sinai 

Be  written  in  the  heart! 
G  All  hail !  angelic  heralds 

Proclaiming  peace  on  earth! 
Hail !  gracious  star  of  promise. 

Sign  of  a  Saviour's  birth ! 
Lift  up  thy  gates,  O  Zion! 

Sing,  everlasting  hills ! 
Joy  for  the  God  incarnate 

The  whole  creation  fills  ! 

ANNA   U.   MKKCPR.    1882. 


CiriCTSTAfAS. 


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NI-GHT'S  CANOPY  OVER  JUDEA. 

1  Nli^lit's  canopy  over  Jiidi-a  now  Ininj^, 

TIk!  liarj)  of  the  minstrel  lay  nintt;  and  uustriiiig ; 
The  slicplici'ils  to^iftlicr  sat  •.vati-liin:^  tin-  I'old. 
While  round  tlu'in  reigned  darkness  and  silence  and 
cold. 

2  And  now,  in  their  midst,  shines  an  angel  of  light ; 
Quirk  vanishes  fear  at  the  radiant  sight; 

And  hark  I   in  the  words  of  their  own  native  tongue, 
"Good  tidings  of  joy  "  by  the  angels  are  sung. 

3  "This  day,  in  the  city  of  David,  is  born 

A  Saviour,  whose  birth  is   Redemption's  glad  morn ; 
No  longiT  in  darkness  and  doubt  shall  ye  grope, 
la  Betldeheui's  manger  lies  Israel's  hope !  " 

4  A  chorus  angelic  re-eclioes  in  Heaven 

The  glorious  news  to  the  meek  shepherds  given  ; 
"Peace,  peace  and  good-will   unto  earth !  "  is  their 

song, 
While  praises  to  God  their  loud  pa;an  prolong. 

KLIZABETB  C.   KINNBT. 


Sliss  Bcllic  3).  Sutler. 

Hiss  Xollic  n.  Butler  is  a  resiJcnt  of  Highland  Tark,  Chlcaso,  DL, 
and  was  lx>ni  in  1805.  Sliu  is  the  dauglitcr  uf  a  uUented  and  successful 
Baptist  niiuistcr.  Altliougli  liutuiutteen  years  of  age,  she  has  frequently 
c<>utrtliute<Ii|uiti' acceptably  t<>  the  Chicago  Weekly  Magaziuo,  and  other 
periodicals,  thus  giving  great  promise  of  future  usefuloess. 

CHRISTMAS  HYMN. 

1  O  God,  t(Mlay  we  may  forget 

How  awful  and  how  great  art  Thou, 
The  terrors  that  our  sins  have  set 

Around  Thy  throne,  about  Thj-  brow; 
Thy  will,  iMisearehable  to  man, 

Thy  power  that  hath  encompassed  all  — 
That  whirled  the  spheres,  ere  time  began, 

And  marked  rebellious  anjiels'  fall. 

2  O  Jesus,  now  we  cannot  weep  ; 

Thy  cross  transfigured  seems  to  rise. 
Celestial  armies  round  it  keep 

Eternal  vigil  in  the  skies. 
We  cannot  feel  Thy  suffering, 

Nor  see  Thy  coronet  of  thorn; 
We  only  hear  the  seraphs  sing 

That  Christ,  the  Prince  of  Peace,  is  born. 

3  O  Holy  Ghost,  our  Father's  gift. 

Suffuse  our  inmost  beings,  till 
Immortal  joy  our  spirits  lift. 

And  holds  them  captive  to  Thy  will. 
TiMlay  Thou  dost  not  come  to  chide, 

Or  bring  our  guilt  before  Thy  face; 
But,  pure  and  clean,  we  may  abide 

In  Thine  own  secret  dwelling-place. 

4  A  little  child  to  us  is  given, 

A  tender  halo  on  His  head. 
His  smile  hath  caught  the  light  of  Heaven, 
Aud  human  woe  is  comforted! 


He  sleeps  in  every  stricken  Ijreast, 

He  gazes  into  weary  eyes. 
And  lo !  a  blessed  peace  and  rest 

Steals  on  our  hearts  from  Para<lise, 
5  Ah,  soul  of  mine,  canst  thou  withstand 

The  presence  of  that  Child  divine, 
Or  thrust  aside  the  little  hand 

He  lays  so  trustingly  in  lliinei' 
Oil  I  join  the  world's  great  hymn  of  love. 

That  never-i'iidiiig,  rapturous  lay  ! 
While  cherubim  and  saints  aiiove 

Adore  the  Babe  of  Christmas  day. 

NELLIE  U.   IIVTLEB.     188*. 


THE  BURDEN  OF  THE  BELLS. 

1  Oh  !  the  Christmas  bells  arc  ringing. 

All  the  world  is  wide  awake, 
And  the  chorus  as  it  echoes 

ISIakes  the  mighty  steeples  shake. 
Miles  away  its  tide  is  swelling. 

As  if  it  would  never  cease, 
And  the  burden  of  its  music 

Is  a  rolling  wave  oipeace. 

2  All  the  leafless  branches,  swinging 

In  the  cohl  I)ecemi)er  air. 
Soft  are  breathing  forth  its  cadence 

Like  the  murmur  of  a  prayer  ; 
And  they  bend  above  each  other 

With  their  wintry  robes  of  fleece 
In  a  gentle  benediction, 

Breathing  forth  a  hymn  of  peace. 

3  So  the  pastor  to  his  people. 

On  this  blessed  Christmas  day. 
Gives  a  lesson  full  of  meaning 

For  each  one  to  take  away  ; 
And  he  gently  bids  the  mourner. 

Who  from  grief  would  seek  release, 
At  the  cross  to  drop  his  burden, 

Wliere  the  Saviour  giveth  2^cace. 

4  Lo !  the  cross  is  full  of  healing. 

And  the  crown  is  lying  near 
With  its  wealth  of  jewels,  gleaming 

Like  the  sunlight  of  a  tear. 
Antl  to-day  our  hearts  will  gladden, — 

May  the  echo  never  cease 
As  we  sing  the  love  of  .lesiis, 

AVho  will  crown  us  wiili  Ilis^vact'. 

5  "  Pe.ice  on  earth  !  "     How  dear  the  blc8.sing 

As  it  comes  from  Heaven  and  here 
Drops  its  teiidernt'ss  ujion  u.s 

At  the  closing  of  th(!  vear. 
So  abiding  in  ( lod's  keeping 

With  the  bells,  our  hearts  will  chimo 
"Peace  on  earth  !  "  Oh,  gracious  promise! 

^'Peace  on  earth,  at  ChristiiKtu  time" 

II>A    IM-OTT   TAVLnn. 

JackwBTilla,  111.,  Utt 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


A  CHRISTMAS  HYMN. 
"  His  name  shall  be  called  Wonderful."    Isa  :  ix.  6. 

1  Oh !   woniUrful,  thrice  wonderful,  Thou  mighty  Sav- 

iour-Kiii<;; 
With  wliat  ghul,  joyous  voices,  Thy  praises  we  would 

sing  I 
But  earthly  strains  are  feeble,  and  human  praises  cold, 
And  lips  would  fail  to  utter  Thy  mercies  manifold. 

2  Yet,  Lord,  we  kneel  before  Thee,  at  this  our  Christmas 

Feast, 
And  wait  Thy  benediction,  our  Counsellor  and  Priest; 
Wii  have  no  gems  to  ofi'cr,  like  Eastern  sages  rare, 
Poor  hearts  we  open  to  Thee,  and  pray  Thee  enter 

there. 

3  The  half  has  not  been  told  us  of  all  Tliy  beauty  sweet. 
But  we  would  gaze  with  rapture,  and  learn  at  Thy 

dear  feet. 
Forgive  our  great  transgressions,  our  want  of   love 

forgive, 
"Wash  us  till  in  Thy  Heaven  we  look  on  Thee  and  live  ; 
Then,  risen  King  most  wonderful,  we  shall  Thy  name 

adore. 
And  with  immortal  voices  praise  Thee  for  evermore. 

CECILIA   HAVEKOAL.      1882. 

(Miss  F.  R.  Havergal's  niece). 


THE  MISSION  OF  THE  MAGI. 


1  At  night,  on  Bethlehem's  cloud-capped  hill, 
Lo !  suddenly  the  star  stands  still. 
Centering  its  radiant  blaze  on  cattle  shed, 
Over  a  young  child's  bed. 

2  And  now  the  aged  Mclchior 
First  falls  on  bended  knee. 
He  doth  his  gift  prefer 

Of  bitter  myrrh, 

To  show  the  Babe's  humanity. 

3  Next,  dark  Balthasar  comes. 
Gold  is  his  costly  offering, 

To  symbolize  that  Christ  is  King! 

4  Lastly,  young  Caspar  bends 
With  lowly  reverence. 
And  proilers  frankincense, 
Seal  of  our  Lord's  Divinity. 

When  lo  !  crowning  the  hallowed  head, 

A  glorious  nimbus 

Floods  with  mystic  light 

The  humble  shed  ; 

The  trembling  shepherds,  led 

By  heavenly  choir,  adoring  praise, 

While  oxen  in  their  stalls 

Lift  up  bewildered  gaze 

At  the  unearthly  sight 


The  wise  men's  mission  now  is  done- 

Before  the  rising  sun 

The}-  take  their  separate  way. 

Warned  that  they  may  not  sta}'. 

Divinely  they  were  sent 

Three  mighty  Continents  to  represent, 

And  this  to  teach  : 

]Messiah's  reign  should  reach 

From  shore  to  shore  ! 


ANNIE  II.   .MEBCm. 
Towauda,  I'enn.,  1881 


CHRISTMAS  SOUNDS. 

A  sound  from  the  north  : 
The  \ear  is  old, 

And  hoar-frost  lieth  fold  on  fold 
Wrapt  in  silence,  white  and  cold ; 

But  the  sledge-bells  sway 

In  a  sweet,  mild  way. 

And  Christmas-tide  is  glad  to-day. 

A  sound  from  the  south  : 
The  orange  blooms 
Are  redolent  with  rich  perfumes. 
High  in  the  air  the  palm-tree  looms ; 

But  the  joy-bells  chime 

la  melodious  rhyme, 

The  south  is  gay,  this  Christmas-time. 

A  sound  from  the  east : 
The  lights  shine  out 
And  melt  the  shadows  'round  about : 
Laughter  peals  'mid  mirth  and  shout. 

And  the  steeple-bells. 

As  their  echo  swells, 

Each  the  story  of  Christmas  tells. 

A  sound  from  the  west : 

The  camp-fires  glow, 

The  year  is  fading  still  and  slow. 

One  by  one  the  moments  go  : 
But  the  bells  repeat. 
With  their  music  sweet. 
The  Christmas  chime  in  lane  and  street. 

A  sound  from  the  earth  : 
Man  giveth  praise 
To  God,  for  all  His  wondrous  ways. 
Blessing  Him  for  Christmas  days. 

From  the  east  and  west, 

With  a  joyous  zest. 

From  south  and  north  is  God  addressed. 

A  sound  from  the  skies : 
The  angels  sing 

A  Christmas  anthem  to  their  King: 
All  the  choirs  of  Heaven  ring  I 

And  th(^  gold  harps  play, 

Willie  the  angels  .say  : 

"  The  Prince  of  Peace  teas  born  to-day .'" 

lUA  SCOXr  TAYLOR. 


CHRISTMAS. 


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CHRISTMAS  BELLS. 


1  0,  Christmas  bells!  O,  Christmas  bells! 

I  lovo  your  rhythm  as  it  swells, 
When  from  yoii  gloomy  e()iiv«'iit  tower 

Ye  eeiio  forth  with  ma<;ic  power, 
And  over  all  the  silent  earth 

I'roelaim  again  the  Saviour's  birth. 

2  0,  Christmas  bells!  O,  Christmas  bells  ! 

A  dilferent  tale  your  music  tells  ; 
It  tells  the  world  how  Jesus  came 

To  stamp  our  foreheads  with  His  name, 
To  wash  our  nii;ht  of  sin  away, 

And  bring  us  into  perfect  day. 

3  It  tells  us  too,  oh,  Christmas  bells ! 

A  tender  something  as  it  swells ; — 
For  every  elm-tree,  pine  and  larch, 

Is  nodding  to  the  Wedding  March, 
Hymeneal  chimes  ring  far  and  near 

And  vibrate  on  the  listening  ear. 

4  C),  Chi'istinas  bells !   A  saddened  strain 

Will  mingle  in  your  glad  refrain 
To-<lay;  for  since  you  rung  last  year 

Death's  shadowed  form  has  entered  here; 
Ah,  pity  all  the  tearful  eyes 

That  weep  o'er  broken  household  tics  ! 

5  O,  Christmas  bells  !   Ring  soft  and  low  ! 

Ring  gently,  do  not  hurry  so! 
Your  sound  is  balm  to  every  pain 

Sad  hearts  will  echo  your  refrain: 
Ring  tenderly,  for  all  their  woe! 

Each  heart  its  bitterness  doth  know, 
G  O,  Christmas  bells!   O,  Christmas  bells! 

You  speak  the  sadness  of  farewells  — 
Of  jKirted  friends,  of  wasted  hours  ; 

The  summer's  flight,  the  withered  flowers 
But,  ah !   tho'  half  our  life  be  gone, 

"NVc  must  take  heart  and  struggle  on. 

7  O,  Christmas  bells!   O,  Christnms  bells! 

Your  j(jy,  your  woe,  your  sounding  knells, 
All  mingled  grandly  into  one 

As  sunl)i;ams  melt  when  day  is  done  : 
First,  golden-steejjed  ;  in  silver  made  ; — 

And  lastly,  blending  into  shade. 

8  Thus  softly  murmur  all  your  sounds. 

Young  Joy  is  bright  and  Hope  abounds, 
But  as  the  night  of  life  appears 

The  shadows  melt  the  sun  to  tears: 
So  flows  your  music  on  my  soul. 

And  sweetness  lingers  o'er  the  whole. 

9  Ring  on  and  on,  O,  Christmas  bells  I 

AV'liile  on  the  air  harmonious  swells 
The  melody  we  love  to  hear 

That  flings  its  cadence  far  and  near ; 
While  o'er  the  hill  and  dale  it  <lwells, — 

The  magic  of  those  Christni;is  bells! 

IK  A  m-WTT  TATLOK. 


CHRISTMAS  BELLS. 

1  Sweet  Christmas  bdls!   Sweet  Christmas  l)ellsl 
^Vhut  magic  in  your  music  dwelU! 

A  strange  and  wondrous  tale  it  lelU 

Of  OIK!  triumphant  morn. 
Again  within  the  eastern  .sky 
The  Star  of  Bethlehem  burns  on  high, 
And  heaven  and  earth  i-.xultant  cry, 

"  Lo  !  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  born  !" 

2  Chime  on,  ye  bells!  Chime  swi-etly  forth. 
And  tell  the  Saviour's  wondrous  birth  ; 
Proclaim  tho  tidings:    "Peace  on  earth. 

And  joy  to  all  that  mourn  !" 
Ring  out,  ye  bells,  the  glad  refrain! 
Oh,  sweet  bells,  sound  it  o'er  again! 
"Now  peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men, 

For  Christ  our  Lord  is  born  !" 

3  Sweet  Christmas  bells,  ring  out  once  more! 
Ring  out  more  joyful  than  before. 

And  you,  ye  echoes,  breathe  it  o'er 

Forever  ami  for  aye  ! 
Now  let  the  earth  break  forth  and  sing 
Till  heaven's  wiile  arches  o'er  us  ring: 
"All  honors  to  our  Saviour  King, 

For  Christ  is  born  to-day  !" 

LOCIHE  W.  TILDEN.     1883. 

CHRISTMAS  HYMN. 

1  Thee  will  I  worship,  .lesus  !   (Jod  1   incarnate  I 
Through  tlu;  still  watches  of  the  Christmas  night 
Thee  will  I  worship,  when  the  morning  lireaketh. 
Telling  of  Thee,  the  very  Light  of  liglit. 

2  Thee  will  1  worship,  when  by  sparkling  founUiius 
']\Iid  |)astures  green  n^joicing  I  am  led. 

Thee  will  I  worship,  when  the  prospect  darkens 
Storm-clouds  of  sorrow,  gathering  overhead. 

3  Through  all  I  sec  Thee,  in  the  manger  lying. 
There  with  Thy  holy  presents,  woiship  Thee, 
Knowing  that  Thou  the  King  and  Lord  of  angels, 
Art  born  indeed,  this  blessed  day  for  me. 

4  This  is  the  joy,  which  gives  all  joy  its  brightm-ss, 
This  the  deep  peace  which  charms  all  grief  away : 
Jesus  our  God,  l)ecame  the  son  of  Mary 

Us  to  make  sons  of  God,  on  Christmas  day. 

C'LANDIA  r.   UCRMAMlf. 

BRIGHT  WAS  THE  GUIDING  STAR. 

1  Bright  was  the  guiding  star  that  led, 

With  mild,  benignant  ray. 

The  Gentiles  to  the  lowly  shetl 

Where  tin*  Redeemer  lay. 

2  But  lo !  a  brighter,  clearer  light 

Now  points  to  his  al)ode  ; 
It  shines  through  sin  and  sorrow's  night 
To  guide  ns  to  our  (io<l. 

3  Oh  !   gladly  tread  the  narrow  path 

Wliile  light  and  grace  are  given: 
Who  meekly  follow  Christ  on  earlli 
Shall  reign  with  Him  in  luaven. 

IIAHKIIT   Al'RKIl.    DM  Ml 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


THE   TENDER    SHEPHERD. 


From  "  Wreath  of  Praise." 
Edited  and  Piiblisbcd  by  ^VSA  HITLL.  187D. 


Word3  and  Music  by  MRS.  EMMA  PITT. 


.     (In  -  to  pa.s-  tures  green  O  lead    me,      Tender  Shepherd,    ev  -  er  dear  ; 
■   (  Witli  the  heav'nly  mau-na  feed    me.      Keep  me  [Omit ]  near  Thee,  ev  -  er  near. 


0 


1st; 


2nd. 
I 


(  Keep  me  near  Thee,keep  me  near  Thee,Tender  Shepherd,     ev  -  er  near ; 

{  Keep  me  near  Thee,  ev  -  er     near —   Then  I'll  [OiiiT ]     nev 


er,     nev-er    fear. 


2  Lead  me  down  by  the  still  waters, 

And  my  helpless  soul  restore ; 
In  Tliy  loving  arms  I  hide  me. 

Be  Thou  near  me  evermore. —  Chorus. 

3  Though  I  walk  thro'  death's  dark  valley 

I  no  evil  there  shall  fear ; 
Me  Thy  rod  and  staff  shall  comfort, 
Thou  art  with  me  ever  near. —  Chorus. 


WHAT  THINK  YE  OF  CHRIST? 

1  What  think  ye  of  Christ? 
Ye,  in  palaces  dwelling, 

With  flatterers  hovering  near  ; 
Where  grandeur  and  gloom  may  press, 

AVith  a  terrible  Czarish-like  fear! 
Tetrarchs,  lawgivers,  rulers. 

Who  sit  in  a  new  judgment-seat. 
While  the  ))eople  now  carefully  judge, 

The  measures  ye  think  fit  to  mete! 

2  What  think  ye  of  Christ? 
Ye,  ye  priest,  and  ye  people. 

Who've  flirted  with  science  in  vain! 
Wlio,  doomed  no  conclusion  to  reach, 

Ixion-like  must  commence  over  again  ! 
Rabbis,  pundits,  ])rofessors. 

Ye  men  of  research  and  of  lore. 
Debating,  comparing,  in  doubt, 

As  ye  over  new  data  may  pore ! 


3  What  think  ye  of  Christ  ? 
Ye,  who've  had  no  opinion. 

Who  dare  not  for  Wrong  or  for  Right! 
For  once,  give  your  mind  to  the  Truth. 

Letting  in,  now,  the  full  blaze  of  Light! 
Ye,  who  rail  at  your  brethren, 

Who  do  not  with  you  coincide. 
Destroying  the  wheat  with  the  tares, 

Wliile  fiends,  in  delight,  must  deride ! 

4  Wliat  think  ye  of  Christ  ? 
Ye,  in  gorgeous  'tiring. 

Whose  dress  calls  for  sumptuary  laws ; 
Who'd  tamper  with  Heaven's  decrees. 

To  insert  just  a  small,  selfish  clause! 
What  care  ye  for  whit  robings  ? 

To  you,  what  the  promise  of  rest  ? 
To  you,  who  have  never  loved  peace. 

Why  the  wildest  excitement  is  best ! 

5  What  think  ye  of  Christ  ? 
Ye,  who're  envious  and  jealous. 

Of  all  that  is  noble  and  great ; 
Neglecting  the  good  that  ye  have. 
Till  ye  think,  'tis  a  virtue  to  hate! 

6  What  think  ye  of  Christ? 
Man,  whose  love  for  the  lucre 

Has  caused  you  to  mortgage  your  soul ! 
The  mortgage  will  soon  be  foreclosed  ; 

O'er  Mammon  you'll  lose  your  control ! 
Ye  who  keep  Saturnalia, 

With  feasting,  and  presents,  and  play. 


CIIIilST  OUR  SHEPHERD. 


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Forgetting  the  Holy  One's  hirth. 
As  yc  keep  up  your  high  lioliday  ! 

7  Wiiat  think  ye  of  Christ  ? 
Ye,  of  life,  tlie  fair  blossoms. 

In  light  of  His  love,  who  have  grown, 
All  heedless  of  blight  and  decay, 

And  no  tempest  nor  storms  ever  known ! 
Ye,  ye  tender  and  loving 

"Who've  borne  all  the  shafts  of  distress; 
Who  toil  over  rough,  rugged  heights,        [press! 
And  have  stumbled,   'ueath  weights  which  op- 

8  What  think  ye  of  Christ? 
Ye,  wiio  'mid  plenty  and  wealth. 

Are  deaf  to  the  sighs  of  God's  poor. 
Who  ])rolfer  your  gifts  to  the  rich. 

To  your  kindred  in  need  close  your  door! 

9  What  think  ye  of  Christ? 
Question  'tis  of  the  ages. 

We're  asked  at  this  new  Christmas-tide. 
A  question  that  moves  thro'  the  world, 

For  all  classes  of  men  to  decide. 
As  ye  answer  this  question. 

This  truth,  I  think,  none  will  deny ; 
Just  as  ye  shall  honestly  speak. 

So,  your  standard  must  be — low  or  high  ! 
"What  think  ye  of  Christ  ? 

ORACE   Q.    IIORK,      1883. 

Ih  Epucopal  Register. 


CONFIDENCE. 

Psalm  xxiii. 

1  The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is,  and  I 
Shall  know  no  want  nor  ill ; 

In  pastures  green  He  makes  me  lie 
And  leads  by  waters  still. 

2  In  love,  lie  doth  my  soul  restore 
Fr(}m  guilt  and  sin's  distress ; 

And  for  His  name's  sake  leads  once  more 
lu  paths  of  righteousness. 

3  Yea,  though  death's  shadows  compass  me, 
I  \i-X  will  fear  no  ill ; 

For  tliese  Thy  rod  and  staff  shall  be 
My  stay  and  comfort  still. 

4  Thou  dost  with  oil  anoint  my  head — 
My  cup  with  joy  o'erflows; 

Thou  dost  for  me  a  table  spread 
In  presence  of  my  foes. 

5  Goodness  and  mercy  all  my  days 
My  grateful  lips  shall  tell. 

And  joyful  in  Thy  house  of  praise 
I  shall  forever  dwell. 

LUBIXA  CULKK. 


HE  LEADETH. 


"He  leadetb  HIa  flock  like  a  alK-iibcrd." 
(Tuuc—  ^Var^ciek). 

1  He  leadeth  me,  and  bo  I  place 

In  His  my  trembling  hand. 
Anil  journey  onward  as  I  hear. 
Each  day,  my  Lord's  command. 

2  The  way  is  straight — He  leadeth  mo 

O'er  rocks  and  pit-falls  deep. 
And  oft  before  my  vision  rise 
Bare  hill-tops  high  and  steep. 

3  Sometimes  I  catch  a  shining  glimpse 

Of  cool  and  crystal  stream. 
Which  Hows  near  by  the  broad  highway, 
Where  wealth  and  fashion  beam ; 

4  Or  fragrance  from  some  gay  parterre 

A  thrill  of  rapture  sends 
Across  my  soul — O  then  my  guide 
Above  me  gently  bends  ; 

5  "The  narrow  path  is  hard,"  he  says, 

"  But  yet  it  leads  to  life, 
The  broad  highway  with  beauty  teems. 
Yet  still  with  death  'tis  rife." 

G  Sometimes  the  way  is  dark — o'erhead 
Black  clouds  are  thickly  piled, 
And  not  a  star  shines  out  to  show 
My  way  across  the  wild; 

7  Yet  still  He  leadeth  me,  who  is 

"  The  bright  and  morning  Star," 
And  tenderly  His  gracious  beams 
Shine  'round  me  near  and  far. 

8  I  know  thro'  cloud  and  night  and  storm, 

I  can  not  lose  my  way. 
So  long  as  I  my  Leader's  voice 
And  clasping  hand,  obey. 

9  And  so  my  all  to  Him  resigned. 

No  mortal  ill  I  fear ; 
E'en  when  I  reach  the  end  of  earth. 
My  vessel  He  will  steer, 

10  Across  the  swelling  waves  which  roll 

Before  the  golden  street. 
And  I  will  not  let  go  His  hand 
Until  my  eager  feet, 

11  Shall  tread  the  Citv's  shining  courts, 

And  find  the  mansion,  wliero 
He  hath  jm-pared  my  place, — 
Ue'U  lead  me  safely  there. 

SCBIK    T.    ALORICB. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACR1?D  SONG. 


REFUGE  OR  VALLEY  OF  THE  HEART'S-EASE. 

1  Let  me  in  tlio  valley  keep, 
Where  the  Master  leads  His  sheep, 
Where  the  stillest  waters  flow, 
Where  the  heart's-ease  loves  to  grow. 

2  In  the  pastures  of  Ilis  choice, 
Following  His  tender  voice 
Never  questioning  His  will, 
Ever  drawing  closer  still. 

8  When  the  hills  with  tempest  rock, 
When  the  wolf  is  in  the  flock, 
I,  so  near  Him,  shall  have  pressed 
He  will  catch  me  to  His  breast. 

4  Let  me  in  His  garden  walk, 
Where  the  ring-doves  softly  talk, 
Where  He  notes  His  sparrows  small, 
If  they  fly,  or  if  they  fall ; 

5  Where  the  lilies  low  and  sweet 
Fain  would  kiss  His  sacred  feet, 
Where  the  little  violet 
Spinneth  not  with  toil  or  fret; 

6  Where  the  smiling  of  His  face 
Is  the  sunshine  of  the  place  ; 
Far  from  clamor,  strife  and  pride, 
Let  me  here  with  Him  abide. 

UNA.  LOCKE  BiULET. 


"MY  SHEEP  HEAR  MY  VOICE." 

1  The  shepherd  of  the  Orient 

Leadeth  his  flock  along, 
O'er  alpine  heights — o'er  lowlands  fair, 
And  ever  through  the  vibrant  air 

Soundeth  his  welcome  song. 

2  He  goeth  onward — upward  still, 

Thro'  briar  and  brush  and  brake- 
Up  clamber  still  the  panting  sheep, 
Nor  question  of  the  rocky  steep 

O'er  which  their  path  they  take. 

3  The  lambkins'  i)iteous  cry  of  pain 

Falls  on  his  watchful  ear. 
He  sees  their  bleeding,  tender  feet, 
He  listens  to  the  feeble  bleat 

And  pauses — quick  to  hear. 

4  He  gathers  them  in  loving  arms, 

lie  fold  them  to  his  breast. 
And  sounding  still  his  shepherd's  call, 
Right  cheerfully  they  follow — all 

Unto  a  place  of  res-t. 

5  Dear  shejiherd  of  thy  earthly  flock, 

Help  us  to  follow  thee  ; 
Tho'  rough  the  path,  tho'  dark  and  drear, 
Still  'mid  the  shadows,  let  us  hear 

Thy  cheering,  *'  Come  to  me." 


C  Where'er  thou  leadest,  may  we  go, 

Till  o'er  the  dizzy  heights 
We  reach  the  upper  fold  at  last. 
Securely  sheltered  from  the  blast. 

And  bask  in  heaven's  own  litrht. 
7  Oil  I  joy  ineffable,  divine — 

Oh  !   blessed  home  above  ; 
One  fold — one  shepherd  of  the  flock, 
Safe  in  the  shadow  of  the  Rock — 

Nor  evermore  to  rove. 

MKK.   U.   E.   8UAKFB. 

WATCHING   LOVE. 

1  On  the  city's  highest  ramparts 

Shines  the  brightest  light. 
That  the  guarding,  tireless  watchman 
May  discern  the  ills  of  night. 

2  So  from  God's  high  ramparts  burning. 

Shines  His  love  afar, 
And  with  watching  care  He  turneth 
From  our  lives  the  ills  that  mar. 

SARAH   WILDER  PRATT. 

In  "Record  and  AppcaL" 
Chicago,  1886. 


gclj.  gnra  ©liijtr. 


Miss  Anna  Oliver  is  the  daughter  of  Arthur  H.  Snowden  and  Laura 
A.  Bogardus,  of  New  York  City.  Received  degree  of  A.M.  from  Rut- 
gers College,  and  B.D.  from  the  School  of  Theology  of  Boston  Univer- 
sity, in  187G.  She  has  been  a  very  successful  pastor  of  Willoughby 
Avenue  M.  E.  Church,  in  Brooklyn,  New  York,  for  more  than  four 
years  (Nov.,  1885). 

Miss  Oliver  was  brought  up  hy  an  aunt,  and  uses  her  aunts  instead  of 
her  father's  name.  Has  a  large  number  of  eminent  relatives,  both  living 
and  deceased.  Her  hymns  are  quite  numerous,  and  are  numbered 
among  the  best.  It  is  said:  "  Most  of  the  learned  and  most  spiritual 
and  distinguished  of  the  M.  E.ministry  favor  the  ordination  of  women." 

Miss  Oliver  is  also  a  beautiful  designer  in  art.  and  frequently  illus- 
trates her  own  hymns  and  poems  and  those  of  others. 

THE  CROSS. 

"He  that  loscth  his  life  for  my  sake,  shall  find  it." 

1  Jesiis,  Saviour,  at  Thy  bidding 

Shall  we  not  take  uj)  the  cross, — 
Make  a  holy  self-surrender. 
Counting  even  life  as  loss  ; — 

2  Willing,  by  the  world  that  slew  Thee, 

To  be  e'en  misunderstood. 
Sutt'ering,  as  our  blessed  Master, 
With  our  motives  misconstrued ! 

3  Lord,  our  secret  spring  of  action 

To  Thy  loving  thought  is  known, 
And  the  lives  we  lose  in  service 
We  shall  And  before  Thy  throne. 

ANNA  OLIVER. 

Pastor  of  the  Willoughby  Avenue  Church, 
Brooklyn,  N.  Y. 


PASTORAL  AND  BAPTISMAL  HYMN. 


85 


HYMN. 

Deilicatcil  to  Rev.  Aiiim  Oliver,  Pastor  of  WillouKliby  Ave.  Church, 
Uruuklya, 

1  Lady  Slioi)lior(l  hv  tlic  soa, 
Pitdi  tliy  tent  beside  the  fold 
Take  thy  lainp  and  cloak  with  theo 
For  tlie  iiiglit  is  ilark  and  cold. 

2  Know  tiiy  sheep  and  know  thtir  need, 
Know  the  Master's  pleasure  too; 
Givin<j  out  their  daily  feed, 

Be  a  Shepherd  kind  and  true. 

3  In  the  sultry  Summer  tide, 
Take  the  weary  tender  feet 
"Where  the  peaceful  waters  glide 
To  the  meadows  cool  and  sweet. 

4  If  upon  the  flowery  lea. 
Truant  laud)kins  lose  the  track. 
Take  thy  shepherd's  crook  with  thee, 
Gently,  safely,  lead  them  back. 

5  By  the,  "  footsteps  of  the  Hock," 
In  the  paths  they  trod  of  old. 
To  the  Shadow  of  the  Rock, 
Lady  Shepherd,  lead  thy  fold. 

6  Soon  the  Master  will  api)ear. 
And  demand  His  own  of  thee  ; 
Mayst  thou  answer,  "  I  have  here 
All  the  Sheep  Thou  gavest  me." 

JENNY    B.    BEAUrnAMP. 

Di'utuu,  Texas.  Fob,  1883. 

BURIED  WITH  THEE. 

(Tune— ininoicit). 
C.  M. 

1  Buried  with  Thee  I   my  ilying  Lord, 

Wiio  o'er  the  sombre  tomb 
Hast  shed  such  glory  that  no  more 

My  soul  need  fear  its  gloom  ! 
Wliose  slumbers  were  by  angels  watched 

And  guarde<l.  till  the  day 
When  Love  Divine  the  vigil  broke 

And  rolled  the  stone  away  ! 

2  Buried  with  Thee  I  my  risen  Lord, 

Who  burst  the  iron  door, 
And  left  Thy  human  nature  there. 

As  Thou  to  Heaven  didst  soar; 
Wlio  won  the  victory  over  death, 

And  o'er  the  waiting  grave. 
And  livest  still  above  the  sky 

Thy  followers  to  save  ! 

3  Buried  with  Thee  I   My  living  Lord! 

And  shall  not  I  who  wear 
Thy  glorious  imagt;  in  my  soul. 

Thy  risen  glory  share  ? 
Because  Thou  livest,  shall  not  I, 

Immortal,  like  Thee,  rise. 
And  victor  over  death,  become 

An  heir  of  Parailise  i 


4  Burii'd  with  Tlioe  !  my  blessed  Lord. 

With  joy  the  truth  I  read  ; 
"I  know  that  my  Hedeemcr  lives," 

lb'  lives  my  cause  to  plead  ; 
He  lives  my  doubts  and  fears  to  cjuell. 

For  me  the  tight  to  win. 
He  lives  to  ope  tin-  Heavenly  gates 

And  bid  me  enter  iu ! 

BUSIB    V.   ALMIICII. 
Utwtuu,  1882. 


SIGNIFICANCE  OF  BAPTISM. 


1  O  Lord,  while  wo  confess  the  worth 

Of  this  the  outward  seal. 
Do  thon  th(!  truths  herein  set  forth 
To  every  heart  reveal. 

2  Death  to  the  world  we  h(>re  avow, 

Death  to  each  Heshly  lust; 
Newness  of  life  our  calling  now, 
A  risen  Lord  our  trust. 

3  And  we,  O  Lord,  who  now  partake 

Of  resurrection  life. 
With  every  sin,  for  Thy  dear  sake, 
Would  be  at  constant  strife. 

4  Bajitized  into  the  Father's  name, 

We'd  walk  as  sons  of  God  : 
Baptized  in  Thine,  we  own  Thy  claim 
As  ransomed  by  thy  blood. 

5  Ba|)tized  into  the  Holy  Ghost, 

We'd  keep  his  tem])le  pure. 
And  make  Thy  grace  our  only  boast, 
And  by  thy  strength  endure. 

MARY   P.    BOWLV. 


THINE  FOREVER. 

1  Thine  forever  I — God  of  love, 
Hear  us  from  Thy  throne  above; 
Thine  forever  may  we  be. 
Here  and  in  eternity. 

2  Thine  forever! — Lord  of  life, 
Shielii  us  through  our  earthly  strife  ; 
Thou,  the  I^ife,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
Guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

3  Thine  forever  I — Saviour,  keep 
These  I'hy  frail  and  trembling  sheep; 
Safe  alone  beneath  Thy  care. 

Let  us  all  Thy  goodness  share; 

4  Tliine  forever  I — thou  our  Guide, 
All  our  wants  by  Thee  supplied, 
Ail  our  sins  by  Thee  foi^iven. 
Lead  us.  Lonl.  from  earth  to  heaven. 

MRU.   MAilV    r     M  tl'DB 


S6 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG 


TEACH  ME  THY  WAY. 

Pa.  xxvii  :  11. 

1  (Jii  Al|)iiu;  htwp  (iliould  one  essay 
AVitiioiii  a  guide  to  riiitl  tlie  way, 
The  (lotunl  soon  would  lose  the  way, 

Or  ill  some  cliasui  perish. 
Still  luoro  i)r(suin|ituous  should  one  dare 
To  tiuvad  lilV.s  ma/.e  without  a  prayer. 
Who  tru.sts  his  owm  toneeit  and  caie 

Js'o  ho[ie  ol  lleaveu  need  cherish. 

2  Jesus  !   through  life  be  thou  our  guide 
We  would  hut  follow  at  Thy  side 
Trusiiug  thy  love  whate'er  betide. 

O  tender  Shepherd,  lead  us  ! 
We  know  not  how  to  walk  aright, — 
Our  steps  are  t'eehlo — Give  us  might! 
Into  the  paths  of  peace  and  light 

Oh  gentle  Shepherd,  lead  us! 
r.  Tiu!  darkest  path  but  leads  to  day 
Jf  we  Thy  loving  voice  obey; 
Still  ever  in  thiue  own  best  waj'. 

Oh  tender  Shepherd,  lead  us. 
How  can  we  fear  the  path  to  tread 
Which  thou  hast  trod?  Why  should  we  dread 
Aught  that  can  come  while  by  Thee  led? 

In  love,  dear  Sheijherd,  lead  us ! 
4  O'er  mountains  cold — through  deserts  bare, 
l{y  cooling  stream.s — through  meadows  fair, 
Where'er  we  go  still  'tis  Tliy  care — 

Thj'  loving  care  that  leads  us. 
Rough  then  or  smooth  the  path  may  be. 
We  shall  not  tire  if  led  by  'J'heo, 
With  cheerful  heart  we  trustfully 

Cling  to  the  Hand  that  leads  us. 

KSaX   IIOI.YDKE   HOWARD. 

Biooklyt:.  N.  Y.  1882. 

SHALL  WE  WHO  TRUST. 

(BAPTISMAL  HYMN). 
Tuuo— "  Cross  and  Crown." 

1  Shall  we  who  trust  the  Saviour's  love, 

And  long  to  see  His  face. 
Forget  the  wonls  he  spoke  on  earth — 
The  words  of  truth  and  grace? 

2  "Li't  little  children  come  to  me," 

The  blessed  Jesus  said  ; 
And  then  His  hand  in  blessing  laid 
Upon  each  fair,  young  head 

3  Then  deck  the  altar  of  our  faith 

With  blossoms  >.wfet  and  fair, 
Antl  bring  the  blossoms  fairer  still, 
Kor  consecration  there. 

4  ]May  each  dear  bud  of  jiromise  ope 

Beneath  the  sky  of  love. 
And  sweet  as  summer  roses  be. 
Till  (;alled  to  bloom  above. 

KLV.    rilKBE  A.    HANAFOKD. 

Jtnwy  City.  N.  J.  1879. 


CHRISTIAN  HUMILITY 

iTuue—nf/ugc). 

1  See  them  crowd  around  the  Saviour, 

Dear  di.sciples,  tried  and  true, 
Gazing  lovingly  ou  Jesus ; 
Gazing  ou  each  other  too. 

2  Ah!  a  look  of  envy  niiiigle.s, 

With  the  glance  of  friendship  given. 
As  they  ask  their  Lord  and  Master, 
"  Who  shall  greatest  be  in  heaven  ?** 

3  Sorrowfully  the  Saviour  stoopeth, 

Down  to  where  the  children  play; 
And  from  out  tlieir  number  taketh, 
Oue  bright  little  pet  away. 

4  Lifted  her  above  the  masses. 

As  on  her  brow  tlie  sunbeams  lay; 
Then  lie  preached  to  them  a  sermon, 
On  the  pride  they  felt  that  day. 

5  O  I  repreach  that  blessed  sermon. 

To  our  erring  hearts  of  sin; 
That  "we  must  become  like  children," 
If  like  them  we'd  "enter  in." 


ANSIK  WILTON. 


BAPTISIMAL  HYMN 

Markx  :  13-16. 
C.  M. 

1  Lord  Jesus  I  at  whose  glorious  feet, 

The  angels  worshij)  now  ; 
And  there  before  Thy  lofty  seat, 
In  lowly  reverence  bow  ; — 

2  When  mothers  for  their  iufants  sought 

The  grace  of  life  divine, 
The  yearning  heart,  the  tender  thought, 
Found  sweet  response  in  thine. 

3  And  gently,  as  the  dew  is  shed 

From  evening's  balmy  air. 
Thine  hand,  on  every  infant  head. 
Left  heavenly  blessing  there. 

4  O  Saviour  I  changeless  in  Thy  love, 

Our  hearts  turn  now  to  Thee, 
And  still  we  hear  Tliee  from  above 
Say,  Bring  the  babes  to  me. 

5  Once  more,  thou  Shepherd  good  and  kind  I 

The  gracious  answer  speak. 

And  grant  this  little  one  may  find 

The  blessing  which  we  seek. 

MISS   CAUTKIl. 

From  "Spiritual  Songs,"  Edited  by  Hev.  C.  S.  Roui.iaou,  U.  D. 

MY  SHEPHERD. 

1   Thou  art  my  .Shepherd,  curing  in  every  need, 
Thv  little  hiinl)  to  fet'd,  trusting  'I'lice  still  ; 
In  the  n^ret'ii  pastures  low,  while  li\iiig  waters    flow. 
Safe  by  Thy  side  I  go,  fearing  no  ill. 


BAPTISMAL  BYMNS 
A 

Or  if  my  way  lie  wliorc  death  o  cilianging  nigh, 
My  soul  would  tcnify  witli  suddcu  chill, — 
Yet  I  am  not  al'niid  ;   while  softly  ou  my  head 
Thy  tender  hand  is  laid,  I  fear  no  ill. 

3  If  Thou  wilt  guide  me,  gladly  I'll  go  with  Thee; — 
No  harm  (;an  eome  to  me,  holding  Thy  hand ; 
And  soon  my  wc^ary  feet,  safe  in  the  golden  street 
Where  all  who  love  Thee  meet.  Redeemer  shall  stand. 

iMISS  M.   ELSIE  TIIAI.UEIMEU, 


THEY  ARE  THINE.'" 

1  Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should  stray 

From  Tiiy  secure  enclosure's  bound, 
And,  lured  by  worldly  joys  awaj', 

Among  the  thoughtless  crowd  be  found ; — 

2  Remember  still  that  they  are  Thine, 

Tliat  Tiiy  dear  sacred  name  they  bear; 
Think  that  the  seal  of  love  divine, 

The  sign  of  covenant  grace  they  wear. 

3  In  all  their  erring,  sinful  years, 

Oil,  let  them  ne'er  fogotten  be  ; 
Remember  all  the  prayers  and  tears 
"Which  made  them  consecrate  to  Thee. 

4  And  when  these  lips  no  more  can  pray, 

These  eyes  can  weep  for  them  no  more, 
Turn  thou  their  feet  from  folly's  way  ; 
The  wanderers  to  Thy  fold    restore. 

iNNA  BKAULEY  nVDE, 
Died  1872. 

SAVIOUR,  LIKE  A  SHEPHERD, 

8s,  73  &  4. 

1  Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us, 

Much  we  need  Thy  tend'rest  care, 
lu  Thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us 

For-our  use  Thy  folds  prepare  ; 
II :  lilessed  .lesus,  blessed  .Jesus, 

Thou  hast  bought  us.  Thine  we  are.  :|| 

2  We  are  Thine,  do  Thou  befriend  us. 

Be  the  Guardian  of  our  way  ; 
Keep  Thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 

Seek  us  when  we  go  astray ; 
II :  Blessed  Jesus,  blessed  Jesus, 

Hear,  O  hear  us,  when  we  pray.  :|| 

3  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be ; 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  r('li(!ve  us, 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free ; 
11 :  Blessed  .lesns,  blessed  Jc^sus, 

We  will  (uirly  turn  to  Thee.  :|| 

4  Early  let  us  seek  Thy  favor, 

Early  let  us  do  Thy  will ; 
Blessed  Lord  and  oidy  Saviour, 

With  Thy  love  our  bosoms  iill. 
II :  Blessed  Jesus,  blessed  .lesus. 

Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still.  :|| 

DORUTUV  TORUPr,      1838. 


FOR  THE  LAMBS. 

BECAUSE  HE  LOVED  ME  SO. 

1  I  love  to  hear  the  story 

Wliicii  angel  voices  tell, 
How  once  the  king  of  Glory 

Came  down  on  earth  to  dwell ; 
I  am  both  weak  and  sinful, 

But  this  I  surely  know. 
The  Lord  came  down  to  save  me, 

Because  lie  loved  me  so. 

2  I'm  glad  my  ble.ssed  Saviour 

Was  once  a  child  like  me. 
To  show  how  pure  and  holy 

His  little  ones  might  be; 
And  if  I  try  to  follow 

His  footsteps  here  below. 
He  never  will  forget  me, 

Because  he  loves  me  so. 

3  To  sing  his  love  and  mercy 

My  sweetest  songs  I'll  raise. 
And  though  I  can  not  see  him 

I  know  he  hears  my  praise ! 
For  he  has  kindly  promised 

That  I  shall  surely  go, 
To  sing  among  His  angels. 

Because  he  loves  me  so. 

3IKS.   EMILV  IIUNTINOTON  MI 

YOUTHFUL  LOVE. 

"The  goodness  of  God  leadeth  thee  to  repentance," 

1  If  when  the  cloudless  skies  are  calm 
When  sunlight  glows,  and  airs  breath  balm, 
If  I  forget  the  hand  unseen 

That  guards  my  life  with  safety's  screen, 
How,  when  the  firey  light'ning's  eye 
Burns  in  the  tempest  hovering  nigh. 
How  shall  I  turn  to  Him  who  sought 
My  heart  with  smiles,  but  found  it  not  ? 

2  If  all  the  morning  of  my  life 

I  should  with-hold  from  sacred  strife, 
And  loiter  through  life's  wasting  day, 
Till  evening  shadows  dim  its  ray. 
How  when  the  darkness  of  the  tomb 
Is  gathering  o'er  earth's  fairest  bloom, 
Dare  I  then  turn  to  Him  who  sought 
My  youthful  love,  but  found  it  not? 

3  Great  God!  shall  danger  and  despair 
Alonii  have  power  to  l)reak  the  snar(- 
That  keeps  my  soul  from  Thee  !'  Oil !  may 
Thy  goodness  lead  my  heart  to  pray, 
Then  when  the  hours  of  peril  come. 

My  soul  shall  know  a  changeless  home, 
Nor  yield  the  poor  remains  to  Thee 
Which  earth  would  not  accept  of  me. 

XMILV  Pl'T.N'AM   WILLIAlia, 
SpriDgllcld.   O.  ISSX 


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WOMAy^  IN  SACRED  SONG. 

SWEET  WORDS  OF  JESUS. 


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89 


LITTLE  CHILDREN,  PRAY. 


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\\\o.  iiioiiiiiig  early 

Wheu  the  (lew  is  bright, 
AVlii'u  the  tiovvers  are  smiling 

111  the  blessed  light; 
"When  the  liap})y  song  birds 

Thankful  homage  pay, — 
Unto  God  who  keeps  you, 

Little  children,  pray, 
III  the  fervid  noontide 

When  the  sun  is  high  ; 
AVlien  the  Hocks  are  seeking 

Where  the  shadows  lie  ; 
When  the  brooks  are  ruiiiiiiig 

Dreamily  away ; 
Then  to  God  who  se(>s  you, 

Little  children,  pray. 

3  In  the  purple  twilight 

Wlien  the  day  is  done  ; 
And  behind  the  hilltops 

Sinketh  low  the  sun  ; 
Wlieii  you  |)ause  to  rest  you, 

Weary  of  your  play, — 
At  that  pleasant  season. 

Little  children,  pray. 

4  "NVlien  the  night  is  settling 

O'er  the  dreary  world, 
And  the  darksome  shadows 

All  the  earth  enfold  ; 
When  the  winds  are  sighing 

'Neath  the  starry  way. 
Unto  God  who  keeps  you, 

Little  children,  pray. 

5  Yes,  in  times  of  trouble 

Or  in  sunny  hours. 
Whether  in  the  desert 

Or  amid  the  flowers. 
In  the  midnight  drear)' 

Or  in  times  of  play  ; 
Unto  God  w!io  keeps  you. 

Little  children,  pray. 


MATTIE  PKARSOS  HUITB. 


A  CHILD'S  PSALM. 

1  God  made  the  world  so  beautiful 

With  all  the  hills  so  green. 
The  noble  elms,  the  sighhig  pines, 
Aud  flowers  that  grow  between. 

2  He  made  the  sky,  the  sun,  the  moon. 

The  sea  so  deep  and  blue  ; 
He  made  the  rivers  broad  and  grand, 
The  babbling  brooklets  too. 

3  He  clothed  the  lilies  pure  and  white 

That  summer  waters  throng. 
He  gave  the  music  to  the  breeze, 
And  to  the  bird  his  son^. 


4  He  spread  the  valleys  fair  and  green 

Where  peaceful  waters  flow, 
Ilf  reared  the  mountains,  and  He  clothed 
The  peaks  with  endless  snow. 

5  From  lofty  heights  I  gaz(i  i)elow 

Where  cloials  liki;  incense  rise ; 
Again  from  sweetly  blooming  vales 
I  lift  my  wondering  eyes. 
G  Anil  nothing  that  I  gaze  upon 
In  wood,  or  (ield,  or  sky. 
However  small,  but  God  lia-s  made, 
And  keeps  with  sleepless  eye. 

7  And  every  little  flower  that  nods 

Its  head  ujwn  the  breeze 
Is  just  as  safe  Ixuieath  His  care 
As  are  the  giant  trees. 

8  He  knows  how  many  little  birds 

Sing  low,  and  o'er  my  liead  ; 

And  wh<;ii  one  tiny  voice  is  stilled 

He  knows  whicli  bird  is  dead. 

9  I  love  to  think  that  He  who  notes 

The  tiny  sparrows  fall. 
Is  my  dear  friend,  and  does  not  fail 
To  heed  my  faintest  call. 

10  He  understands  that  I  am  dust, — 

The  soul  that  He  has  made  ; 
And  so  in  Him  I'll  ever  trust 
What  time  I  am  afraid. 

11  I'll  try  to  trust,  that,  though  His  ways 

Are  not  all  understood. 
He  will  not  let  a  sorrow  come 
•Unless  for  needful  good. 

12  I'll  trust  that  He  will  give  me  strength 

All  things  to  overcome  ; 
So  when  I  die  I  shall  not  fear 
With  Him  to  lead  me  home. 

MATTIE  PEARSON  SMITH.   ISSl. 

GRACIOUS  SAVIOUR. 

1  Gracious  Saviour,  Holy  Shepherd, 

l>ittle  ones  are  dear  to  Thee, 
Gathered  with  Thine  arms,  and  carrie<l 

In  Thv  bosom,  may  they  be 
Sweetly,  fondly,  safely  tended. 

From  all  waste  and  danger  free. 

2  Tender  .Shepherd,  never  leave  them 

From  the  fold  to  go  astray, 
\\\  Thy  warning  love  directed, 

Mav  they  walk  the  narrow  way; 
Thus  direct  them,   thus  defend  them. 

Lest  they  fall  an  eiusy  prey. 

3  Taught  to  lisp  the  holy  praises 

Wliich  on  earth  Thy  children  sing, 
IJoth  with  lips  and  heart  unfeigned, 

Glail  thank-otferiiigs  may  they  bring: 
Then  with  all  the  saints  in  glory. 

Join  to  praise  their  Lord  an<l  King. 

JANE   LEIJtnX. 


<l(l 


WOAfAJV^  irf  SACRED  SONO. 


Sliss  (!3forgi;iu:i  |}1.  Tinilor. 

Ill  a  letter  from  Mlu  M.  V.  O.  Uavcrgal,  shu  saya :  "  Mim  Taylor  Ir 
the  j«tron  anil  splcndiJ  mauagor  of  a  Christian  Home  for  yDunu  luillin- 
Cn  and  lady  clerks  In  Lcuiulngton.  Shu  in  i|Uit«  one  i>f  EiiKluiid'a  wurk- 
en."  A  ri'fcn'ncc  to  her  book  of  hyniiia  «!II  1  c found  elsifwlicri'.  Had 
ihe  written  nothing  but  that  gem  of  conKccratinn  hymns,  "Oh !  to  bo 
nothing."  she  wonid  hare  left  a  rare  embalment  for  her  memory.  But 
her  hj-moi  are  many  and  choice. 


A  DAILY  DESIRE. 

"Be  tbuu  iu  the  fear  uf  the  Lord  all  the  day  luug,"    (Prorb,  xxili;  17,) 

1  In  till-  sweet  fear  of  Jc^us 

May  1  lu-ifiii  tlie  tlay : 
Foarl'ul  list  I  should  grieve  Him, 

Fearful  lest  1  should  stray  ; 
Fearful  lest  earthly  loiii,'iii>is 

Ever  my  heart  should  share, 
Taking  the  throne  of  .It^su.s, 

Plaoing  an  idol  there. 

2  In  the  sweet  fear  of  Jesus, 

Tenderly,  gently  led. 
Never  discjuieting  terror. 

Never  torinentiiiij  dread; 
Only  the  fear  which,  cherished, 

Yieldeth  for  weary  days 
Harvest  of  restful  coiiHdciice, 

Harvest  of  gladsome  j)raise. 

3  In  the  sweet  fear  of  Jesus, 

Then  may  I  live  this  day; 
Serving  or  resting  always 

Un<ler  its  gentle  sway. 
All  that  I  say  directed, 

All  that  I  i)lan  conceived, 
With  the  remembrance  present, 

"  Jesus  must  not  be  grieved." 

4  In  the  sweet  fear  of  Jesus 

Dwelling  the  whole  day  long, 
Prominly  yielding  obedience, 

Patiently  suffering  wrong  ; 
Kept,  till  the  evening  closes, 

Still  by  this  strange,  sweet  fear, 
lilest,  with  tlie  blessed  knowledge, 

Jesus  is  ever  near." 

MIHS  aSOROIANA   M.   TAVLOR. 


THE  BETTER  LAND. 

•'  I  hear  tliee  speak  of  the  bettor  land ; 
Thou  call  'st  its  children  a  happy  band  ; 
Mother!   oh,  where  is  that  radiant  shore? 
Shall  we  not  seek  it,  and  weep  no  mort;  ? 
Is  it  where  the  flower  of  the  oi'ange  blows, 
And  the  lircliies  dance  tlirough  tin-  myrtle  boughs?" 
"  Not  there,  not  there,  my  child  !  " 

**  Is  it  whcic  the  feathery  ])aiin  trees  rise. 
And  the  dale  grows  ripe  under  sunny  skies? 
Or  'mid  the  green  islands  of  glittering  seus. 


Wliere  fragrant  forests  perfume  the  hrooze. 
Aiul  strange  bright  birds,  on  their  starry  wings, 
liear  tlie  rich  hues  of  all  glorious  things?" 
"  Not  there,  not  there,  my  child  !  " 

3  '•  Is  it  far  away,  in  sonu^  region  old. 

Where  the  rivers  wander  o'er  sands  of  gold. 
Where  the  burning  rays  of  the  ruby  shine, 
And  the  diamond  lights  up  the  secret  mine, 
And  the  pearl  gleams  forth  from  the  coral  strand? 
.Is  it  there,  sweet  mother,  that  better  land  ?  " 
"  Not  there,  not  there,  my  child  1  " 

4  "  Eye  hath  not  seen  it,  my  gentle  boy ! 

Ear  hath  not  heard  its  deep  sounds  of  joy  ; 
Dreams  can  not  j)icture  a  world  so  fair ; 
Sorrow  and  death  may  not  enter  there  ; 
Time  doth  not  breathe  on  its  fadeless  bloom, 
Beyond  the  clouds,  and  beyond  the  tomb ; 
It  is  there,  it  is  there,  my  child  !  " 

MRH.    IIEMAN'8. 

ONE  DAY  I  WAS  IN  TROUBLE 

"After  Alice's  death  her  friends  found  the  following  lines  under  her 
pillow,  written  as  a  last  message  to  them,  thus  telling  them,  evuu  after 
death,  "what  a  dear  Saviour  she  ha<l  found. '  Will  you  take  theiu  as  a 
message  from  a  happy  little  Christian  eleven  years  old,  to  yourself, 
whether  you  are  a  girl  or  boy  -  remembering  that  what  Jesus  did  for 
Alice  He  is  ready  and  wiUing  to  do  for  you?' 

1  "  One  day  I  was  in  trouble. 

And  my  heart  was  sore  distressed  ; 
But  Jesus  came  to  me  and  said — 
*  Come,  and  I  will  give  you  rest.' 

2  '•  I  went  to  Him  and  told  Him, 

I'd  a  debt  I  could  not  pay  ; 
He  .said  to  me,  '  Dost  thou  not  know 

My  blood  washed  it  away  ?  ' 
8  "  He  took  and  laid  me  in  His  arms. 

With  my  head  iii)on  His  breast; 
And  now  I'm  with  my  Saviour, 

Im  (juiet  and  at  rest. 
4  "  I  pray  each  day  and  every  night, 

Dear  friends,  that  all  of  you 
May  trust  the  loving  Saviour, 

And  be  made  hajipy  too." 

giinf  Jjoulbitr^  ^Ijfpkrb. 

Anne  Houlditch  was  bom  at  Cowes,  Isle  of  Wight.  Iler  father,  the 
Rev.  n.  lloulditcU,  was  the  minister  of  Siieen.  Berkshire.  She  married 
a  Mr.  Shepherd  She  wrote  several  religious  books,  ■Ellen  Seymour," 
ic,  and  also  a  hyninlKiok.  entitled,  "Hymns  adapted  to  the  Compre- 
hension of  Young  Minds."    She  died  at  Blackhcath,  Kent,  in  1857. 

AROUND  THE  THRONE  OF  GOD. 
1    Around  the  throne  of  God  in  hcav'n 
Thousands  of  children  stand. 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiv'n, 
A  holy,  haj)py  ban<l. 
Singing  glory.  i.dory, 

Olorv  be  to  Ood  on  high. 


HYMNS  FOR    THE  LAMBS. 


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2  In  flowing  robns  of  spotless  white 

Sen  every  one  arrayed  ; 
Dwelling  in  evei'lasling  light, 
And  joys  that  never  fade, 
ISin^in^,  &c. 

3  Wliiit  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 

That  heav'n  so  bright  and  fair, 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love ; — 
How  came  those  children  there  ? 
Singing,  &c. 

4  Because  the  Saviour  shed  His  blood. 

To  wash  away  their  sin  : 
Bathed  iu  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean  I 
Singing,  &c. 
5  On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 
On  earth  they  loved  His  name  ; 
So  now  they  see  His  blessed  face, 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb, 
Singing,  &c. 


ANNE   HIIEPIIKItD. 


THE  SWEET  STORY  OF  OLD. 

"  And  he  took  them  up  in  his  arms,  put  his  hand^  upon  them,  and 
blessed  tUem, "  —  Mark  10:  IC. 

1  I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 

When  .lesus  was  here  among  men. 
How  he  called  little  children  as  lambs  to  His  fold, 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them  then. 

2  I  wish  that  His  hands  had  been  plared  on  my  head, 

His  arm  had  been  thrown  around  me,  [said, 

And  that  I  might  have  seen  His  kind  look  when  He 
"  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  Me." 

3  Yet  still  to  His  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go. 

And  ask  for  a  share  in  His  love  ; 
And  if  I  now  earnestly  seek  Him  below, 
I  shall  see  Him  and  hear  Him  above, 

4  In  that  beautiful  place  He  is  gone  to  prepare. 

For  all  that  are  washed  and  forgiven ; 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there, 
"  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 

MR3.   JEMIMA  LUKE. 


JESUS  LOVES  ME. 

1  Jesus  loves  me!   this  I  know, 
For  the  Bible  tells  me  so: 
Little  ones  to  Him  belong; 
They  are  weak,  but  He  is  strong. 

Clio. — Yes,  Jesus  loves  me!  Yes,  Jesus  loves  me  I 
Yes,  Jesus  loves  me !  The  Bible  tells  me  so ! 

2  Jesus  from  His  throne  on  high. 
Came  into  this  world  to  die ; 
That  I  might  from  sin  be  free, 
Bled  and  died  upon  the  tree. 


3  Jesus  loves  me — He  who  died 
Heaven's  gates  to  open  wide! 
He  will  wash  away  my  sin, 
Let  His  little  child  come  in. 

4  Jesus,  take  this  heart  of  my  mine  ; 
Make  it  pure  an<l  wholly  Thine: 
Thou  has  bled  and  died  for  me, 

I  will  henceforth  live  for  Thee. 

A.NNA    WAKNKH, 

SUNDAY   SCHOOL   ANNIVERSARY 

1  Wilt  Thou  hear  the;  voice  of  praise 
Which  the  little  chihlren  raise, 
Thou  who  art,  from  endless  tlays. 

Glorious  (iod  of  all  ? 
While  the  cinrling  year  has  sped. 
Thou  hast  heavenly  blessings  shed, 
Like  th(^  dew,  upon  each  head  ; 

Still  on  Thee  we  call.    ' 

2  Still  Thy  constant  care  bestow  ; 
Let  us  each  in  wi.sdom  grow. 
And  in  favor  while  below. 

With  God  above. 
In  our  hearts  the  Spirit  mild. 
Which  adorned  the  Savionr-<hi]d, 
Gently  soothe  each  impulse  wild 

To  the  sway  of  love. 

3  Thine  example  kept  in  view, 
Jesus,  help  us  to  pursue ; 

Lead  us  all  our  journey  through 

By  thy  guiding  hand; 
And  when  life  on  earth  is  o'er. 
Where  the  blest  dwell  evermore. 
May  we  praise  Thee  and  adore. 

An  unbroken  band. 

MKK.    C'AKULINK    I..    HICK. 

CHILDREN'S  HYMN. 

1   Children,  loud  hosannas  singing. 

Hymned  Thy  ]>raise  in  olden  time, 
Judah's  ancient  temple  filling 
With  the  melody  sublime  ; 

Infant  voices 
Joined  to  swell  the  holy  chime. 
Though  no  more  the  incarnate  Saviour 

We  heboid  in  latter  days; 
Though  a  temple  far  less  glorious 
Echoes  now  the  songs  we  raise ; 

Still  in  glory 
Thou  wilt  hear  our  notes  of  praise. 
3   Loud  we  '11  swell  the  pealing  anthem, 
All  Thy  wondrous  acts  proclaim. 
Till  all  heaven  and  earth  resouniling. 
Echo  with  Thv  glorious  name  ; 

Halhdujah, 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  ! 

MKa.    U.    B.    SIBSLK. 


'.I-' 


WOAfAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


EASTER  MORNING. 

1  Way  down  witliiii  the  cold.^ilaiiip  ground 

A  ti-ndcr  sei'd  was  hi(l<lt  ii ; 
It  lay  witliin  its  >;ravt'-likf  mound, 
Jsor  could  it  stir  unbidden. 

2  Wlirii  Aiiiii  slicd  its  sunny  rains, 

Its  iicart  with  liopo  sm-nied  swelling; 
A  new  life  ran  through  all  its  veins  ; 
An  impulse  strong  compelling, 

3  Sent  forth  two  arms  which  stretclied  and  grew, 

With  constant  upward  tending; 
What  lay  beyond  it  never  knew, 
It  could  not  guess  the  ending. 

4  One  liappy  day  there  came  a  gleam 

Of  light,  and  without  warning 
The  cold  earth  parted  in  a  seum — 
It  leaped  into  the  morning. 

;')   Dear  Jesus,  in  my  childish  heart 
A  germ  of  love  is  folded  ; 
I  know  it  seeks  thee  whei-e  thou  art. 
My  life  by  it  is  molded. 

G  My  arms  of  faith  w  ill  ever  grow, 
For  life  and  light  up-reaching; 
And  though  the  way  seems  long.  I  know 
I  've  but  to  mind  thy  teaching. 

7  Then,  when  I  grow  so  tired  and  old, 
E'eu  pleasures  I'll  be  scorning. 
No  longer  earth  my  heart  will  hold, 
I'll  tind  my  Easter  morning! 

FAXVV    K     XKWBBUKV. 

SAFELY  TENDED. 

"He  shall  ^Mxtiv  the  limbs  with  his  arm.-Isa.  40-   11 

1  Gracious  Saviour,  gentle  Shejjherd, 

Little  ones  are  dear  to  Thee  ; 
Gathered  with  Thine  arms,  and  carried 

In  Thy  bosom  may  we  be ; 
Sweetly,'  fondly,  safely  tended. 

From  all  want  and  danger  free. 

2  Tender  Sheherd,  never  leave  us 

From  Thy  fohl  to  go  astray  ; 
By  Thy  look  of  love  directed 

May  we  walk  the  nanow  way  ; 
Thus  direct  us,  and  proti-ct  us, 

Lest  we  fall  an  easy  prey. 

3  Tan-_dit  to  lisp  the  holy  praises 

Whi.'h  on  earth  Thy  children  sing, 
lloth  with  lii)s  and  hearts  unfeigned 

May  we  our  thank-olTerings  bring ; 
Then  "with  all  Thy  saints  in  gloiy 

Join  to  praise  our  l.onl  and  King. 

JANE   K.    I.I.I.S11N    AM"   J     WUITTEMDUK. 

Mcth'.aist  Hymnal.  Nc-lsim  &  PhilliiM 


AN  EASTER  SONG. 

1  Wake,  little  dai.sy, 

Sweet  modesty's  ilower ; 
Type;  of  our  Saviour, 

Without  wealth  or  dower — 

Though  great  riches  He  gave. 
Sing,  pretty  swallow  I 

Though  humble  your  nest, 
In  cradle  as  lowly 

Our  Saviour  found  rest 

When  the  world  He  would  save. 

2  Waft  fragrance,  lilies ! 

They  could  not  afford 
A  ])erfume  so  precious 
For  our  stricken  Lord, 

When  He  lay  in  the  tomb. 
Bloom,  royal  roses ! 

Fit  crown  for  our  King  ; 
O'er  death  He  is  victor. 
He  lives  while  we  sing! — 

For  the  Conijueror  bloom. 

FANNY    K.    StWDEKBY,    1884 


DEAR  LITTLE  HEADS  IN  THE  PEW.      . 

1  III  the  morn  of  the  holy  Sabbath, 

1  like  in  the  church  to  sec 
The  dear  little  children  clustered 

Worshipping  there  with  me. 
I  am  sure  that  the  gentle  pastor, 

Whose  words  are  like  summer  dew, 
Is  cheered  as  he  gazes  over 

Dear  little  heads  in  the  pew. 

2  Faces  earnest  and  thoughtful. 

Innocent,  grave  and  sweet. 
They  look  in  the  congregation 

Like  lilies  among  the  wheat ; 
And  I  think  that  tlie  tender  IMaster, 

Whose  mercies  are  ever  new, 
Has  a  special  benediction 

For  dear  little  heads  in  the  pew. 

3  Clear  in  the  hymns  resounding 

To  the  organ's  swelling  chord. 
Mingle  the  fresh  young  voices, 

Eai^^er  to  jirai.se  the  Lord, 
And  i  trust  that  the  rising  anthem, 

Has  a  meaning  deep  and  true. 
The  thought  anci  the  music  blended. 

For  the  dear  little  heads  in  the  pew. 

4  When  they  hear  "  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd," 

Or  "  SuiVer  the  babes  to  come," 
They  are  glad  that  the  loving  Jesus 

Has  given  the  lambs  a  home, 
A  place  of  their  own  with  His  people  ; 

He  cares  for  me  and  for  you, 
lUit  close  in  His  arms  He  gathers 

The  dear  little  heads  in  the  jiew. 


PRAISE  AND  COMMUNION. 


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0  So  1  love  in  the  great  assembly, 

On  the  Sabbath  morn,  to  see 
The  dear  little  children  clustered 

And  worshippinij  there  with  nie  ; 
For  I  know  that  ni}'  precious  Saviour, 

Whose  mercies  are  ever  new, 
Has  a  special  benediction 

For  the  dear  little  heads  in  the  pew. 

MARGARET  E.   8AX0RTER, 

Brooklyn.  N.  Y. 

WILL    YOU    GO    WITH    ME,    MOTHER? 

Little  Jamie  S ,  a  Sabbath  School  scholar,  in  his  dyinj;  hour,  asked 

his  mother  to  go  with  him.  She  told  him  of  the  Saviour,  who  has  prom- 
ised to  be  with  His  children  in  the  dark  valley,  and  the  little  fellow  was 
comforted. 

1  "O  mother,  will  you  j;o  with  me  now? 

For  the  way  is  dark  and  dim  ;  • 

1  wonld  clasp  your  hand  on  the  other  strand, 
Though  I  heard  the  angel  hymn ; 

For  my  ear  woidd  long  for  your  eveuing  song, 

It  is  tender,  sweet  and  low ; 
I  should  watch  and  wait  at  the  pearly  gate, 

0  my  mother,  will  you  go  ? 

2  "O  motlu^r,  will  you  go  with  me  now  ? 

1  have  reached  tlie  river's  brink, — 
Though  the  shining  shore  nnist  be  just  before. 

From  the  fearful  flood  I  shiink. 
Could  I  hear  your  voice,  I  should  but  rejoice, 

It  has  always  cheered  me  so ; 
And  how  sweet  to  roam  in  our  heavenly  home, 

O  my  mother,  will  you  go  ?  " 

3  "  T  have  told  you,  darling  child,  of  One 

Who  has  trod  that  way  before, 
Whose  arm  would  guide,  from  the  river  side. 

Through  the  flood  to  the  brighter  sliore. 
Then  lean  on  Ilim  —  though  the  way  be  dim, 

He  will  guard  from  every  foe; 
Then  watch  and  wait  at  the  [)early  gate 

Till  He  calleth,  and  I  go." 

In  the  "Northwestern  Christian  Advocate." 

HO   vv  SWEET  TO    BE   ALLOWED   TO    PRAY. 

1  How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray 

To  God,  the  Holy  One, 
With  filial  love  and  trust  to  say, 
O  God  I  Thy  will  be  done. 

2  We  in  these  sacred  words  can  find 

A  cure  for  every  ill ; 
They  calm  and  soothe  the  troubled  mind, 
AJid  bid  all  care  be  still. 

3  Oh !  could  my  heart  thus  ever  pray, 

Thus  imitate  Thy  Son. 
Tea<'h  me,  O  Go<l  !  with  truth  to  say. 
Thy  will,  not  minc»  be  done. 

XUZ.V   L.    FULLC:*, 


GRATEFUL    PRAISE. 

1  We  bring  no  glittering  treasures. 

No  gems  from  eartii's  deep  mine, 
We  conu!  with  sinii)le  measures. 

To  chant  Thy  love  divine. 
Children,  Thy  fa\ors  sharing. 

Their  v()i<re  of  thanks  would  raise; 
Fatlier,  accept  our  offering, 

Our  song  of  grateful  praise. 

2  The  dearest  gift  of  Heaven, 

Love's  written  word  of  truth. 
To  us  is  early  given. 

To  guide  our  steps  in  youth. 
We  hear  the  wondrous  story, 

Th('  tale  of  Calvary  ; 
We  read  of  homes  in  glory. 

From  sin  and  sorrow  free. 

3  Redeemer,  grant  Thy  blessing! 

Oh  !  teach  us  how  to  pray. 
That  each,  Thy  fear  possessing, 

May  tread  life's  onward  way. 
Then,  where  the  j)ure  are  dwelling. 

We  hope  to  meet  again. 
And  sweciter  innnbers  swelling. 

Forever  praise  Thy  name. 

UARRIKT  PBILLIP8.   1843. 

lariT  g.  f  ;i(I)buriT. 

Among  the  many  hymns  written  by  American  women,  though  not  ao 
numen>iis  as  the  productions  of  some  otluT  writers,  perhaps  none  have 
been  more  acceptable  than  those  of  Mary  A.  I^thbnry.  Some  of  her 
beat  are  found  in  the  "  Chatau<|ua  Carols  ;"  others  have  been  pu)>lighed 
in  the  "Christian  Union  "  and  various  religious  journals. 

Her  volume  of  eight  elegantly  illustrated  poims.  entitled  "Out  of 
Darkness  into  Light,"  is  one  of  the  finest  works  of  art.  iNith  as  regards 
the  treatment  of  the  subject  matter,  and  the  general  make-up  and  style 
of  AuLsh  of  the  book. 

Through  the  kindness  and  courtesy  of  heraolf  and  the  publishem, 
Meiisrs.  Lotlurop  &.  Co.,  Boston,  selections  from  thi.<  rare  gem  are  in- 
serted in  this  volume.  She  is  also  the  author  of  the  celebrattnl  Centen- 
nial Hymn— "Lift  up  thy  voice." 

At  present  she  is  devoting  her  time  to  her  art  work. 

THE    LIVING    WORD. 

1  Break  Thou  the  bread  of  life. 

Dear  Lord,  to  me. 
As  Thou  di<lst  break  the  loaves 

Beside  the  sea ; 
Beyond  the  sacred  page 

I  seek  Thee,  Lord  ; 
My  s])irit  pants  for  Thee, 

O  living  Word. 

2  Bless  Thou  the  truth,  dear  Lord, 

To  me  —  to  me  — 
As  Thou  didst  bless  the  bread 

By  (JaliI.e; 
Then  shall  all  bondage  cease, 

All  fetters  fall. 
And  I  shall  find  my  peace. 

My  All-in-All. 

M»RV    A.    I.*TIIBfBV,    18RJ 

Copyri^lit,  1S|7,  by  lUv.  J.  H.  Vinocot,  D.D. 


1)4 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


COMMUNION. 

1  Lord,  limy  tlie  spirit  of  this  feasts— 

Tlie  liiriifst  ol'  Tliy  love — 
Miiiiitiiiu  ;i  dwelling  in  our  breast, 
Until  we  meet  above. 

2  The  heulinji;  sense  of  pardoned  sin, 

The  liope  that  never  tires, 
The  streiinth  a  ))il<j;riin's  race  to  win, 

The  joy  that  heaven  inspires : — 
8  Still  may  tlieir  lij^ht  our  duties  trace 

In  lines  of  hallowed  flame, 
Like  tliat  npou  the  projihet's  face, 

When  from  the  mount  he  came. 

4  But  if  no  more  witii  kindred  dear 

The  broken  bread  we  share. 
Nor  at  the  baiujuet-board  appear, 
To  breathe  the  grateful  prayer ; 

5  Forget  us  not — when  on  the  bed 

Of  dire  disease  we  waste, 
Or  to  the  chambers  of  the  dead, 
And  bar  of  judgment  haste ! 

6  Forget  not, — Thou  who  bore  the  woe 

Of  Calvary's  fatal  tree, — 
Those  who  within  these  courts  below 
Have  thus  remembered  Thee. 

auts.   SIOOVBKKY. 

CRUMBS. 

h.  M. 

1  The  Father's  house  hath  bread  to  spare ; 

At  His  w  ide  table  all  find  room  ; 
But,  whether  iiigli  or  humblest  there 
He  gives  it  to  us  crumb  by  crumb. 

2  He  gives  us  crumbs.     The  heavenly  bread 

He  breaks  for  us  a.s  mothers  do, — 
The  instant's  hunger  instant  fed, 
The  asking  and  the  answer  too. 

3  For  us  no  fear  of  failing  year. 

Of  season's  drouth  or  inikUnved  grain; 
In  His  gooil  time  there  shall  appear 
The  early  and  the  latter  rain. 

4  He  may  not  |)romise  us.  indeed, 

I'Ik-  sight  of  wheat-lields  harvested. 
He  will  our   years  of  famine  feed — 
Hut  only  with  His  "daily  bread." 

5  Give  us,  dear  Lonl,  our  daily  bread. 

And  give  it  to  us  crumb  by  crumb, 
The  little  chihl  that's  hourly  fed 
Doth  never  wander  far  from  home. 

ANNA  r.  BURNHAH. 

"JESU    INTERCESSOR." 

The  ampliflcatinn  <>f  an  Itali.in  pmyer  seen  by  the  side  of  a  pieta,  or  dead 
Cluijit,  in  the  church  at  ISnlogiia,  Italy. 

1  Oh  I  blessed  feet  of  Jesus, 
Weary  with  seeking  me, 
Stand  at  God's  bar  of  judgment 
And  intercede,  for  me. 


2  O  knees  which  bent  in  anguish 

In  dark  Ciethsemane, 
Kneel  at  the  throne  of  glory 
And  intercede  for  me. 

3  O  hands  that  were  extended 

Upon  the  awful  tree ! 
Hold  up  those  j)recious  nail  prints 
Which  intercede  for  me. 

4  0  side  from  whence  the  spear-j)oiut 

Ijrought  blood  and  water  free 
P'or  healing  and  for  cleansing, 
Still  intercede  for  me. 

5  0  head  so  deeply  pierced 

With  thorns  which  sharpest  be, 
Bend  low  before  Thy  Father 
And  intercede  for  me. 

6  O  sacred  heart !  such  sorrow 

The  world  may  never  see 
As  that  which  gave  Thee  warrant 
To  intercede  for  me. 

7  O  body  scarred  and  wounded 

My  sacrifice  to  be  ! 
Present  Thy  perfect  offering 
And  intercede  for  me. 

8  O  loving,  risen  Saviour, 

From  death  and  sorrow  free  ! 
Though  throned  m  endless  glory. 
Still  intercede  for  me ! 


MAKCAKET   E.    WINSLOW. 

Brooklyu.  N.  Y..  1872. 


DO  THIS  IN  REMEMBRANCE  OF  ME. 
(Tune— ZrMcA«r). 

1  Again  the  feast  is  spread. 

For  those  who  love  the  Lord ; 
The  wine  and  strengthening  bread, 

According  to  Thy  word. 
With  reverence,  and  with  holy  fear, 
Around  Thy  board  we  will  appear. 
And  pray  that  Thou  wilt  meet  us  here. 

2  Oh  !  may  no  traitor  dare 

To  touch  these  emblems  sweet, 
Or,  Judas-like,  appear 

Where  true  disciples  meet. 
Where  Thou  unto  Thy  followers  few 
Dost  give  the  '  seals  of  promise '    new. 
Unfolding  all  Thy  love  to  view. 

3  Oh  !  may  each  trusting  heart, 

From  care  and  sorrow  free. 
Turn  from  the  world  apart, 
And  rest  awhile  with  Thee. 
As  the  di.sciple,  loved  the  best. 
At  supper  leaned  upon  his  breast. 
And  was  tlie  spokesman  for  the  rest. 


COMMUNION. 


y.'i 


4  And  as  of  old  Thy  voice 

Gi:iv(!  proiuisfs  of  peace, 
Oil !   may  we  still  rejoice 
That  we  have  found  it-lease 
From  the  dark  bonds  of  death  and  sin, 
And  that  hy  faith  we  may  begin 
The  life  that  gives  us  heaven  within. 

5  And  as  Thy  dcatii,  dear  Lord, 

"We  ci'lebi-ate  this  day. 
We  take  Thee  at  Thy  word : 

Thou  art  not  far  away. 
Thy  spirit,  like  a  heavenly  dove, 
Descends  to  guide  lis  safe  above. 
Thy  banner  over  us  is  Love. 

EMILY   P.    WILLIAMH.    1884. 


Mss  €\\m  m.  f  lorrs 


Icssic  6.  pCartcc. 


Mrs.  McCartec  was  the  "laughter  of  Mr.  Divic  Bethune  of  New 
York  City,  who  came  from  Scotland  at  au  early  aga  to  eiigas«  in 
iiiurcautilc  busiuess.  His  active  philanthropy  anil  nnostentatinus  be- 
nevolence made  him  and  hi3  family  known  to  all  cliksses,  richand  poor. 
Uis  daughter,  who  became  the  wife  of  Kev.  Dr.  McCartee  of  Ooslien, 
Orange  County,  possessed  the  desirable  characteristics  of  both  her  i>iona 
]>arents,  and  although  she  never  published  a  book,  her  writings  were 
known  in  the  pai>ers  and  magazines  adjacent  to  her  home,  and  were 
considered  meritorious  to  a  high  degree.  But  their  author  was  of  a 
very  retiring  nature  and  desired  only  to  imprint  her  poems  in  the  hearts 
of  her  family  and  intimate  friends,  so  that  the  majority  of  her  beau- 
tiful hymns  luive  never  met  the  public  eye,  which  is  to  be  regretted. 
Her  grund-mother  was  the  celebrated  l3aV)ella  Gr.iham,  rio  well  l>eloved 
iu  her  day,  and  so  distinguished  in  the  religious  world,  for  her  imweary- 
iug  energy  and  zeal  in  the  cause  of  suffering  humanity.  Of  her  grand- 
daughter.the  subject  of  this  sketch,  it  was  truly  Siiid,  'She  stretched  out 
her  hand  to  the  poor;  yea,  she  reached  out  her  batid  to  the  needy, ' 
wliilc  orphan  '  children  rise  up  and  call  her  blessed  "  Dr.  Bcthunc  of 
Philadelphia,  the  poet,  orator  and  divine,  was  her  only  brother.  Mrs. 
Mc('artee  is  said  to  have  dearly  loved  to  sit  in  her  ipiiet  parsonage  and 
weave  her  thoughts  into  holy  hymns  of  praise  to  God. 

THE  HEAVENLY  SONG. 

"Worthy  is  the  Lamb  that  was  slain."— Rev.  v.  22. 

1  All  hail  to  Thee!     All  hail  to  Thee! 

Thou  Lamb  enthroned  in  glory  ; 
We'll  praise  Thee  through  eternity. 
And  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee. 

2  No  more  tlie  lielpless  babe  who  slept 

111  Bethlehem's  lowly  manger. 
Nor  Man  of  sorrow,  He  who  wept, 
On  earth  a  lonely  stranger. 

3  No  thorny  crown  is  round  Thy  brow, 

No  more  in  anguish  bleeding, 
Angelic  hosts  before  Thee  bow. 
But  not  for  mercy  pleading. 

4  Thy  blood-bought  floek  all  safel}'  rest 

Within  'i'liy   fold  in  heaven, 
Their  happy  souls  forever  blest, 
Their  many  sms  forgiven. 

.5  All  hail  to  Tliee  !      All  hail  to  Thee! 
Thou  Lamb  enthroned  in  glory. 
We'll  praise  Thee  through  eternity, 
And  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee  I 

JF.S.HIE   O.    MCC'ARTRK. 

Uuslieu,  N    Y  ,  ia<0. 


Miss  Ellen  M.  Storrs  has  written  a  niimljer  uf  stirring  hymns  and 
tem|)erancu  songs,  wliicli  are  justly  i>opular.  .She  is  an  active  worker 
in  the  cans,-  of  tempenirice.  and  Is  at  present  .State  Superintendent  uf 
the  Press  Department  of  the  Missouri  W.  C.  T.  IT. 


HEAD  OF  THE  CHURCH. 

Tun<— ".^Im  /  a  Holdirr  (if  Ihr  crouf 

1  Without  Thee  gain  is  only  loss. 

All  labor  vainly  done  : 
The  solemn  shadow  of  the  cross 
Ls  better  than  the  sun. 

2  Through  clouds  of  doubts  and  human  fears 

Help  us  to  look  to  Thee  ; 
As  swiftly  flit  the  passing  years 
Out  toward  eteruitj'. 

3  Head  of  the  Church,  Thy  blest  abmlo 

AN'hatever  shadows  fall, 
C'laiining  a  people  kept  of  God 
Obedient  to  Thy  call. 

4  Still  down  the  ages  come  from  Thee 

AV'here'er  our  footsteps  roam  ; 
lu  fond  remembrance  of  ^le 
This  do  until  I  come. 

KLI.EN    M.    KTOKKII. 

Hauuibal,   Mo.,  ISSi. 


MY  CROSS. 

1  He  la^'s  me  on  my  cross, 

It  is  my  own  ; 
I  know,  alone. 
My  suffering,  my  loss. 

2  He  binds  it  on  my  heart; 

Its  fibres  press 
With  sore  distress, 
From  it  I  never  part. 

3  My  cross  is  meted  me  ; 

Its  breadth  and  length 

Fitteth  my  strength  ; 

Though  weighted  heavily. 

4  No  less  than  this 

Enough  eouhl  be 
To  chasten  me. 
Until  the  hand  I  kiss. 

5  ^Vlioso  love  T  also  feel. 

My  ci'oss  hath  marie. 
And  sweellv  hiid. 
The  while  I  softiv  kneel  ; 

6  And  IIikI  its  blessing  press — 

()  clianged  cross  ! 
Fullness,  from  loss. — 
Contentment,  from  distress! 

MixH  H.  p   nAKTt rrr. 
buuth  liurtuioutii.  Mua.  ISSX 


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iro.l/.liV  IN  SACRED  ^ONG. 


THE  BODY  OF  CHRIST. 


1  Oh  !  food  for  man  pivpared ! 
Oil!   bread  by  iW^vU  shared! 

Maima  divine  I 
lliinury,  my  need  supply, 
Nur  the  sweet  t:iste  deny 

This  heart  of  mine. 

2  Oil !  crystal  fount  of  love. 
Let  me  Thy  sweetness  prove, 

Sweetness  which  flows 
Fresh  from  the  Saviour's  heart, 
This  only  can  impart 
Cure  for  all  woes. 

3  Jesus,  Thy  visage  dear 
Shines  on  us  dimly  here, 

Svmbol'd  in  bread; 
Grant  Thou  to  draw  the  veil, 
That  we,  with  sight,  may  hail 
Our  living  Head. 

THOMAS   AQIINAS,  12C5.I274. 

Translated  by  mks.  julia  r.  ballabd. 


GETHSEMANE. 

1  In  a  gloomy  garden  lonely. 

Where  moonbeams  softly  shone 
On  a  drooping  figure  lonely 
Kueeliug  m  pray'r  aloue, 

2  Grew  a  tiny  modest  flow'ret. 

Of  purest  creamy  white, 
That  lifted  up  its  fragrant  breast 
To  the  cool  dews  of  night. 

3  "  AYait  here  and  watch  one  hour  with  me," 

The  gentle  Jesus  spoke 
Unto  those  at  Gethsemaiie, 

Where  the  great  Christ-heart  broke. 

4  lie  left  them  then  one  little  hour, 

And  went  alone  to  pray, 
And  where  He  knelt  this  sunny  flowV 
Grew  thick  about  the  way. 

5  The  blessed  feet  unmindful  crushed 

The  flowerets'  leaves  apart. 
And  they  were  formed  into  the  shape 
Of  a  white  broken  heart. 

G  An  hour  passed,  a  bitter  hour. 
An  hour  of  grief  and  pain ; 
He  rose  from  off  the  crushed  (low'r, 
And  went  to  those  again 

7  Whom  He  had  left  to  watch  for  Him, 
Whom  parting  caused  to  weep. 
But  when  He  came  to  them  again 
He  fovmd  them  sound  asleep. 


8  "  Could  you  not  watch  one  little  hour  ?  " 

A  time  so  short,  so  brief. 
But  those  disciples  had  not  pow'r 
And  slept  because  of  grief. 

9  Then  once  again  to  weep  and  pray 

The  anguished  Saviour  kneels. 
The  mooid)eanis  on  His  pale  brow  play, 
The  night  winds  perfume  steals. 

10  The  .siifTering  Jesus,  kneeling  still, 

Cries  out  in  misery, 
"Dear  Father,  if  it  be  Thy  will 
Let  this  cup  pass  from  me." 

11  The  moonbeams  in  a  mellow  flood 

Bathed  that  dear  drooping  form. 
And  on  that  brow  came  drojjs  of  blood 
By  inward  anguish  drawn. 

12  One  groat  bright  drop  of  agony 

Rolled  down  upon  the  ground. 
And  in  the  flower's  crushed  white  heart 
A  place  of  resting  found. 

13  And  ever  since  this  tiny  flower, 

So  dear  to  evei-y  heart, 
Has  blossomed  forth  a  brilliant  red. 
The  flower  of  Bleeding  Heart. 

AN  NIB  i..  CAHTEB. 


CRUCIFYING  AFRESH. 

1  Jesus !  bruised  and  woundtsd  more 

Than  bursted  grai)e,  or  bread  of  wheat. 
The  life  of  life  within  our  souls. 
The  cup  of  our  salvation  sweet ; — 

2  We  come  to  show  Thy  dying  hour. 

Thy  streaming  vein.  Thy  broken  flesh  ; 
And  still  the  blood  is  warm  to  save, 

And  still  the  fragrant  wounds  are  fresh. 

3  O  Heart!   that  with  a  double  tide 

Of  blood  and  water  maketh  pure  ; 
O  Flesh  !   once  ottered  on  the  cioss. 

The  gift  that  makes  our  pardon  sure ; — 

4  Let  never  more  our  sinful  souls 

The  anguish  of  Thy  cross  renew  ; 
Nor  forge  again  the  cruel  nails 

That  pierced  Thy  victim  body  through, 

MKS-    C.    K.    ALEXANDER. 


HOW  SURE  IT  IS. 

How  sure  it  is. 
That  if  we  say  a  true  word,  instantly 
We  feel  'tis  Gods,  not  ours,  and  pass  it  ou 
As  bread  at  sacrament — we  taste  and  pass 
jSor  haudl(!  for  a  monieut,  as  indeed 
We  dared  to  set  up  any  claim  to  such ! 

MKH.    BKOWNI.NO. 


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THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


"BehoM  I  stand  at  the  door  and  knock;  if  any  man  Iiear  my  voice  and  open  the  door  I  will  come  In  to  him,  and  will  nup  with  liini  and  he 

"Ho  l)«came  poor  that  ye  through  His  iroverty  might  become  rich." 


MRS.  C.  L.  POST. 


MliS    C    <•    SMITH. 
1884. 


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Elizabeth  F.  EUet  wa-i  born  at  Sodus  Point,  Lake  Ontario,  1818. 
Author  of  "The  Women  of  the  American  Revolution."  New  York.  1848; 
"The  Pioneer  Women  of  the  West;"  "WatchingSpirits,"  and  other  works. 


ABIDE  WITH    US. 

1  Ahidft  with  us !  the  eveninc;  hour  draws  on, 

And  pleasant  at  tlie  dayliglit's  fading  close 
The  traveller's  rejwse ! 
And,  as  at  morn's  approach  the  shades  are  gone, 
Thy  words,  O  blessed  Stranger !  have  dispelled 
The  midnight  gloom  in  which  our  souls  were  held. 

2  Sad  were  our  souls,  and  quench'd  hope's  latest  ray, 

But  Thou  to  us  hast  words  of  comfort  given 
Of  Him  who  came  from  heaven ! 
How  burned  our  liearts  within  us  on  the  wav, 
"Wliile  Thou  the  Sacred  Scripture  did'st  unfold, 
And  bad'st  us  trust  the  promise  given  of  old ! 

3  Abidt!  with  us!   let  us  not  lo.se  Thee  yet! 

Lest  unto  us  the  cloud  of  fear  return. 


"When  we  are  left  to  mourn 
That  Israel's  hope — his  better  sun — is  set ! 
Oh,  teach  us  more  of  what  we  long  to  know. 
That  new-born  joy  may  chide  our  faultless  woe. 

4  Thus  in  their  sorrow  the  disciples  prayed, 

And  knew  not  He  was  walking  b}-  their  side, 
Who  on  the  cross  had  died  I 
But  when  He  broke  the  consecrated  bread. 
Then  saw  they  who  had  deigned  to  bless  their  l)oard, 
Aud,iu  the  Stranger, hailed  their  risen  Lord  1 

5  Abide  with  us  I     Thus  the  believer  prays. 

Compassed  with  doubt,  and  bitterness  and  drea<l — 
When,  as  life  from  the  dead, 
The  bow  of  mercy  breaks  upon  his  gaze ; 
He  trusts  the  word,  yet  fears  lest  from  his  licart. 
He  whose  discourse  is  peace  too  soon  depart. 

G  Open,  thou  trembling  one,  the  portal  wide, 
Ami  to  the  inmost  chamber  of  thy  breast 
Take  home  the  heavenly  Guest! 
He, for  the  I'aiuished  shall  a  feast  provide; 
And  thou  shalt  taste  the  bread  of  life,  and  see 
The  Lord  of  angels,  come  to  sup  with  litre. 

EUZABKTU   r.   KU.BT. 


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Inntfs  JliMciT  Jiabcrgal. 


CJ 


Frances  Ridlry  n.ivcrgnl  was  Ixim  ftt  Astley  Rectory. Worcestershire, 
on  tlie  fDUrteiMitliof  I),ci:iiil)iT.  183i;.  and  duriiiKlur  childlireiil.  as  after- 
wards, wan  CDiisideri'il  by  all  who  knew  her,  most  lovely  and  engaging. 
She  was  a  very  precocious  child,  and  .is  soon  as  she  was  six  years  old  be- 
gan cni|Uiring  the  way  of  salvati  in.  It  wa«  not  until  she  was  fifteen, 
however,  that  she  obtained  iieaco  in  hir  InMieving.  Hut  she  was  not 
long  satisH.'d  with  her  spiritn.;!  condition,  and  after  having  been  a  mem- 
ber of  the  church  tifteen  years,  we  find  her  still  shrinking  from  the 
liriv;U'ges  of  the  Loril's  table,  for  fear  of  being  again  sent  empty  away, 
without  a  blessing  In  this  unhappy  stale  she  continued  until  1873, 
whcu  through  various  instnimentalities.  prominent  among  which  was  a 
tiny  book  ■"All  for  Jesus,"  she  finally  attained  the  blessing  so  long 
sought,  and  could  indeed  say  and  feel  from  the  deepest  recesses  of  her 
being  — "The  blood  of  Jesus  Christ  cleanseth  from  all  sin." 

The  remaining  livi-  years  of  her  life  were  sjient  in  holy  joy  and  peace, 
which  neither  financial  disappointment,  nor  physical  anguish,  nor  the 
Utile  cares  and  worries  of  every  day  life,  could  for  an  instant  disturb. 
.She  literally  gloried  in  tribulation,  feeling  that  it  had  no  jiower  to  touch 
her;  and  her  labors  for  the  Lord,  in  which  she  had  always  abounded, 
were  thenceforward  successful  to  a  degree  never  experienced  by  those  who 
have  not  in  si>nie  way  either  suddenly  or  gradually  received  this  baptism 
of  the  Holy  Ghost,  Iler  literary  work,  though  that  by  which  she  is  best 
known,  was  by  no  means  her  only,  perhaps  not  her  chief,  means  of  serv- 
ing the  Master.  She  jwssessid  an  exquisite  voici;  and  a  wonderful 
knowledge  of  music,  which  made  her  company  valued  by  the  most 
worldly  circles:aud  this  power  she  usedexclusively  in  "singing  for  Jesus," 
a  very  real  way  of  working.  She  was  a  good  composer  of  music,  and  set 
many  of  her  own  hymns  and  those  of  others  to  music.  Her  sister  writes: 
".She  was  agrandcomposer  of  numberless  songs,  hynm-tunes  and  chants." 
In  social  intercourse  her  consecration  was  as  manifest.  One  instance 
out  of  many  is  given  by  her  sister  in  an  extract  from  a  letter: 

"I  meant  to  rest  here,  but  somehow  there.always  seems  to  be  too  much 
to  do.  Such  a  very  nice  open  door'  is  set  before  me  that  I  cannot  but 
enter  in.  and  so  I  have  four  different  Bible  clas.ses  a  week  !  Besides 
which. as  many  cottagers  as  I  can  possibly  visit  are  grateful  for  reading." 

Her  private  letters  to  her  large  circle  of  j'oung  friends  were  also  a 
means  of  great  usefulness.  It  seems  indeed  wonderful  that  with  her 
failing  lu^alth  she  could  have  done  so  much  while  the  demands  of  her 
publishers  on  her  time  were  incessant  and  engrossing. 

Besides  the  great  number  of  hymns  which  are  so  well  known  in  all 
Christian  communities,  she  is  the  author  of  the  following  volumes;— 
"My  King  and  His  Service;"  "Life  Mosaic;"  "Life  Chords."  "Under 
His  Shadow;"  "Under  the  .Surface;"  "Morning  Bells;"  "Royal  Grace  and 
Royal  Gifts;"  "Kept  for  the  Miister's  use;"  "Royal  Commandments;" 
"Royal  Bounty;"  &c.,  &c.  Her  stories  for  children  are  especially  pleas- 
ing and  instructive.  On  Tuesday.  June  3<1,  1879.  at  Caswell  Bay,  she 
passed  away  while  attempting  to  sing  one  more  hymn  tn  His  praise,  who 
had  indeed  m.ide  for  the  inheritance  of  the  saints  in  light  —  not  visibly 
caught  up  as  Enoch  or  Elijah,  but  as  really  triumphing  over  death  and 
the  grave.  As  she  had  specially  reciuested,  the  verse  which  had  been 
for  her  a  steppiug-stone  into  a  present  Heaven, was  carved  on  her  tomb: 
"The  blood  u(  Jesus  Christ  His  Son.cleauseth  us  from  all  sin." 

UNDER  HIS  SHADOW. 

A  COMMUNION    HYMN. 

"  1  sat  under  His  shadow  with  great  delight."— Cant,  ij:  3. 

1  Sit  down  bciicatli  IIi.s  shadow, 

And  rest  witli  great  deliglit ; 
Tlie  faith  that  now  beholds  Him 
Is  pledge  of  future  sight. 

2  Our  ^Master's  love  remember, 

Exceeding  great  and  free  ; 
Lift  up  thy  heart  in  gladness, 
For  lie  remembers  thee. 

3  Bring  every  weary  burden, 

Thy  sin,  thy  fear,  thy  grief; 
He  calls  the  heav3-ladeii 
Aud  gives  them  kind  relief. 


4  His  righteousness  "all  glorious" 

Thy  festal  robe  shall  be; 
And  love;  that  passeth  knowledge 
His  bauiier  over  thee. 

5  A  little  while,  though  ])arted, 

Rememl)er,  wait,  and  love, 
Until  lie  comes  in  glory, 
Until  we  meet  above. 

6  Till  in  the  Father's  kingdom 

The  heavenly  feast  is  spread. 
And  we  behold  IIi.s  beauty, 
AVhose  blood  for  us  was  shed ! 

TRASCEH  KIULEY  HAVERUAL. 

THE  PLAGUE  OF  HIS  OWN  HEART. 

A  COMMUNION  THOUGHT. 

What  prayer  and  supplication  soever  be  made  by  any  man.  or  by  all 
Thy  people  Israel,  which  shall  know  every  man  the  plague  of  bis  own 

heart Then  hear  Thou  in  heaven,  Thy  dwelling-place and 

give  to  every  man  according  to  his  ways,  whose  heart  Thou  kuowest.... 
that  they  live  in  the  land,  which  thou  gavest  unto  our  fathers.  — 
1  Kings,  viii :  38,  39.  40. 

1  Each  for  himself,  with  brethren,  or  alone, 
Kneeling  before  Thine  altar  or  Thy  throne. 
The  j)lague  of  our  own  hearts  each  one  we  V)riiig, 
To  spread  before  Thy  pityiug  eye,  our  King. 

2  Thou  know'st,  our  Father  !     Only  Thou  caust  know 
The  .strength  of  agony,  the  depth  of  woe. 

The  ashen  hue  of  lives  left  desolate, 

The  weary  watch-hours  of  sad  hearts  that  wait ; 

3  Thou  know'st  the  scorching  glare  of  passion's  Hame, 
The  crimson  shadow  of  a  tarnished  name; 

Thou  seest  the  struggle  and  the  stain  of  sin ; 
Thou  mark'st  the  faltering  steps  the  crown  to  win. 

4  And  there  are  plagues  our  human  sjiirits  know, 
Like  to  Thine  own  when  Thou  didst  dwell  below; 
Hearts   loved  and  trusted  once,  changed  and  growu 

cold ; 
Our  actions  misconstrued  or  falsely  told  ; 

5  Our  good  to  evil  turned,  our  wishes  crossed. 
Plans  and  success  long  labored  for,  but  lost ; 
Or  j)Overty,  it  may  be,  on  us  laid. 

And  the  poor  flesh  falls  fainting  and  dismayed. 

6  Thou  seest  and  knowest  all ;  no  plague  can  be 
Too  great  or  little,  pitying  love,  for  Thee  ; 

So  here,  each  bringing  each  we  come  to-<lay, 
The  whole  sad  burden  at  Thy  feet  to  la}'. 

7  Lo !  as  our  hands  we  spread  in  earnest  prayer. 
Hear  Thou  in  heaven.  Thy  dwelling-place,  and  spare 
For  each  a  ]iitying  glance,  a  look,  a  wonl. 

Which  shall  to  weakness  say,  "Thy  prayer  is  heard." 

8  Speak  comfort  to  the  mourners  ;  to  the  faint 
Give  strength  ;   revive  the  weary-hearted  saint ; 
Give  patience  to  the  suff'ring ;  daily  bread 
Like  manna  for  the  starving  poor  outspread. 

9  Come  to  the  lonely-hearted,  True  and  Tried, 
As  sunshine  in  his  darkness  to  abide  ; 

On  wounded  spirits  pour  Thy  healing  balm. 
Bid  passion's  tumult  at  Thy  word  grow  calm. 


CUniSTMAS. 


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10  Spoak  to  the  sinner,  Lord,  his  sin  forgive; 
Bid  'I'liow  tlie  stricken  soul  look  up  and  live, 
And  palii  the  crimson  tiiish  of  conscious  shame 
With  the  sweet  healing  of  Tli)'  gracious  name. 

11  Clothe  Thou  the  Christian  warrior  in  his  mail, 
And  nerve  his  arm  in  conflict  to  prevail. 

In  Thy  Ked  Sea  his  eager  foemen  (h'own, 
And  to  his  lagging  steps  hold  out  the  crown. 

12  Behold  us  kneeling  thus  while  thus  we  pray; 
Upon  Tliine  altar  send  the  lire  to-day  ! 
What  each  heart  neech'th  most  in  mercy  give, 
Aiid  in  Thy  presence  hid  Tliy  children  live. 

MISS   M.  E.  WINSLOW. 

OUR  EXALTED  LORD. 

L.  M. 

1  To  .Tesus,  our  exalted  Lord, 

That  name  in  heaven  and  earth  adored, 
Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
A  ciieerful  song  of  sacred  praise. 

2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know, 
Are  weak,  and  languishing,  and  low; 
Far,  far  ahove  our  Inunblc  songs, 
The  theme  demands  inunortal  tongues. 

3  Yet  whilst  around  His  hoard  we  meet, 
And  worship  at  His  sacred  feet, 

Oh,  let  our  warm  affections  move, 
In  ijlad  returns  of  ■'rateful  love. 

M[SS  ANNE  STEELS. 

PANTING  FOR  PURITY. 

(Tune     "PUyel's  hymn.") 

1  Holy  I^and),  who  Thee  receive, 
Who  in  Thee  begin  to  live. 
Day  and  night  they  cry  to  Thee, 
"  As  Thou  art,  so  let  us  be  ! " 

2  Jesus,  see  my  panting  breast ; 
See,  1  pant  in  Thee  to  rest ; 
Gladly  would  I  now  be  clean  ; 
Cleanse  me  now  from  every  sin. 

3  Fi.\,  Oh!   fix  my  wavering  mind; 
To  Thy  cross  my  spirit  bind: 
Earthly  passion  far  remove ; 
Swallow  up  my  soul  in  love. 

4  Dust  and  ashe.s  though  we  be, 
VnU  of  sin  and  misery. 

Thine  we  are,  thou  Son  of  God ; 
Take  the  purchase  of  Thy  blood ! 

MKS.   ANNA   H.    DOBER.      TB.    BY   J     WESLEY. 

COME,  THOU  DESIRE  OF  ALL  THY  SAINTS 

1   Come.  Thou  desire  of  all  Thy  .saints  ! 
Our  humble  strains  atti-nd. 
While  with  our  praises  and  complaints, 
Low  at  Thy  feet  we  bend. 


2  How  should  our  song.*,  like  tlio.se  above, 

^\'itll  warm  devotion  rise  I 
How  slujuld  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
ISIount  upward  to  the  skies  ! 

3  Come,  Lord  I  Thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame  ; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  Thy  praise. 
Our  hearts  adore  Thy  name. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  let  Thy  glory  shine, 

And  till  Thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 

5  Then  shall  our  hearts  enraptured  .say. 

Come,  great  Redeemer  I  come. 
And  bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day. 
That  calls  Thy  children  home. 

ANNK  RTRELE,   1760. 

JOYFULLY  RING  OUT  THE  TIDINGS. 

(Tune— "Sairiour,  like  a  Shepherd.") 

1  Joyfully  ring  out  the  tidings, 

From  the  heavenly  Father's  home. 
For  the  marriage  feast  is  read}', 

And  the  Lord  has  bid  us  come. 
Clio. — Praise  the  Lord,  oh,  praise  Him  ever. 

And  his  wondrous  lov(>  proclaim ; 
Praise  the  Lord,  oh,  praise  Him  ever, 

Glory,  honor  to  His  name. 

2  Come  ye  to  the  feast  of  [denty, 

And  His  loving  kindness  prove  ; 
Fre(dy,  freely,  it  is  offered. 

From  the  store  house  of  His  love. 

3  Give  me,  Lord,  a  wedding  garment. 

That  Thy  jiraises  I  may  sing. 
At  the  royal  feast  of  Canaan, 
This  ijlad  marriajre  of  our  Kins. 

O  O  rt 

ELIZA   M.   HIIEKMAN. 

Copyrighted    1879,  by  David  C.  Cook,  in  S.  S.  S.  yuarR-rly. 

HYMN  ON  THE  PASSION  OF  OUR  LORD. 

1  Let  heaven  highest  praises  bring. 
And  earth  her  songs  of  gladness  sing. 
To  magnify  our  Saviour  king. 

Who  bought  us  by  His  blood. 

2  May  all  the  suffering  Thou  hast  borne, 
The  bleeding  side,  the  cruel  thorn. 
Our  lu'arts  to  Thee  in  sorrow  turn. 

And  lead  us  home  to  God. 

3  By  scourgings,  spittings,  stripes,  and  scars, 
Je.sus,  the  maker  of  the  stars. 

The  gates  of  heaven  to  us  unl)ars. 
And  bids  us  enter  in. 

4  Fill  us,  O  Saviour,  with  Thy  love ; 
Grant  us  eternal  joys  above  ; 

Oh  1  faithfid  to  Thy  promise  prove, 
And  cleanse  us  from  our  sin. 

MIH.M   WIMI-IIKI)    r.    BALLARD. 

Tnkiul,>tcd  Cruiu  Ibu  Liktiu  of  BoiuTcDtuia. 


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COMMUNION. 

C.  M. 

(Tune—"  Camhridge.") 
'In  tlic  Spirit  on  the  Lord'a  Day."— Rev.  I:  10. 

1  Oh,  joyous  feast-<lay  of  the  soul, 

A;,'aiu  we  hail  thy  dawn, 
Swcft  foretaste  of  the  heavenly  goal, 
The  resurrection  morn ! 

2  Now  leavinjj  every  anxious  care, 

From  wotk-day  labor  freed. 
We  seek  our  spirits  to  prepare 
That  we  may  feast  indeed  ; 

3  That  we  may  sit  at  Christ's  dear  feet, 

Ronicmbering  His  ^race ; 
His  love  our  wine.  His  word  our  meat. 
As  we  His  beauty  trace. 

4  And  as  He  breaks  to  us  the  bread, 

'T  will  multiply  for  those 

For  whom  a  table  too  is  spread 

Of  food  His  love  bestows. 

5  For  those  who,  weary,  faint,  and  poor, 

Are  seeking  Him  to-day. 
May  we  with  joy  His  welcome  sure 
To  their  sad  hearts  convey. 

OEOROIANA    M.   TAYLOR. 

WEEP  NOT  FOR  ME. 

1  Toiling  up  the  hillside,  see  the  Saviour  go  ! 
Feeble  are  His  footsteps,  weary  and  so  slow; 

All  the  night  his  foes  had  sought  Him  to  condemn, 
All  the  night  in  meekness  He  had  borne  with  them. 

2  Borne  the  cruel  mocking,  and  the  thorny  crown, 
And  th(!  sad  desertion  of  his  loved,  his  own. 
One  disciple  to  Him  gave  a  traitor's  kiss — 

P'rom  the  crowd  that's  near  Him,  all  their  forms  we 
miss. 

3  He  who  vowed  that  for  Him  he  would  live  and  die, 
Hides  away  in  silence,  weeping  bitterly. 

Like  the  sheep  all  scattered  by  the  ruthless  storm. 
Have  the  Hock  forsaken  the  stricken  Shepherd's  form. 

6  Oh !  the  weight  of  sorrow  bowing  down  His  head. 
As  the  strange  procession  up  the  hill  He  led. 
Haught}'  Roman  soldier,  .Jewish  scribe  and  priest. 
Strangers  who  have  gathered  to  the  sacred  feast; 

G  Crowd  with  cruel  murmurs  up  to  Calvary's  brow 
Where  the  heavy  crosses  stretch  their  bare  arms  now. 
But  the  gt^ntlc  Saviour,  self-forge ttiug  still. 
Turns  with  gentle  accents,  which  the  soft  air  thrill. 

7  To  a  weeping  band  of  women  following  there, 
'i'licy  wlio  oft  to  Him  have  ministered  with  care — 
"Daughters  of  Jerusalem,"  he  said,  "weep  not  for 

me, 
"Daughters  of  Jerusalem,  weep  yc;  not  for  me." 

EMILV    r.    WILLIAMS,    ISSi. 


|annn  |.  Crosby. 


Fanny  J.  Crosby,  a  blind  bymnologist,  has  for  years  been  known 
as  Mrs.  Van  Alsiyne.  Her  productions  are  said  to  be  re-printed  iufcvi;ry 
Christian  land,  and  arc  valued  for  the  sweet  spirit  of  consecration  and 
content  which  they  breathe  forth.   . 

It  is  safe  to  assert  that  she  has  written  over  two  thousand,  five  hun- 
dred hymns.  For  the  Publishing  House  of  Biglow  and  Main,  alone,  she 
has  written  nineteen  hundred,  besides  Cantatas,  Services,  ic,  on  which 
her  name  does  not  appear.  She  is  the  author  of  "Proud  world,  I'm  going 
home;"  "All  together  again;"  "Rosalie  the  prairie  flower;"  "Hazel  Dell;" 
"They  have  sold  me  down  the  river:"  "There's  music  in  the  air;"  "Fare 
thee  well,  Kitty  dear;"  "The  honeysuckle  glen:"  and  "Never  forget 
the  dear  ones."  Hundreds  of  persons  have  sung  these  pieces  for  years, 
without  knowing  the  true  author.    She  resides  in  New  York  City. 

MORE  LIKE  JESUS. 

1  More  like  Jesus  would  I  be. 
Let  my  Saviour  dwell  with  me; 
Fill  my  soul  with  peace  and  love — 
Make  me  gentle  as  a  dove ; 
IMore  like  .Jesus  while  I  go, 
I'ilgrim  in  this  world  below; 
Poor  in  s])irit  would  J  be, 
Let  my  Saviour  dwell  in  me. 

2  If  He  hears  the  raven's  cry, 
If  His  ever- watchful  eye 
Marks  the  sparrows  when  they  fall. 
Surely  He  will  hear  my  call. 
He  will  teach  me  how  to  live. 
All  m}"  simple  thoughts  forgive  ; 
Pure  in  heart  I  still  would  be — 
Let  my  Saviour  dwell  in  me. 

3  More  like  Jesus  when  I  pray, 
More  like  Jesus  day  by  day. 
May  I  rest  me  by  His  side. 
Where  the  tran(iuil  waters  glide. 
Born  of  Him  through  grace  renewed. 
By  His  love  my  will  subdued. 

Rich  in  faith  I  still  would  be — 
Let  my  Saviour  dwell  in  me. 

Copyriglitcd,  1870.  by  W.  H.  Doane.     FANNV  ,t.  cbo.sbv. 
tJsed  by  per.  Biglow  &  Main. 

COMMUNION  OF  THE  THREE  PASTORS  OF 
ZURICH,  APRIL,  1525. 

1  No  sacred  altar  there,  no  mystic  rite, 

No  holy  wafer,  which  the  form  should  shroud 
Of  Him  they  worshipped  ;  not  within  a  cloud 
Of  perfumed  incense  ;  but  with  faith's  pure  light 
Beaming  above  the  gloom  of  Papal  night. 
That  noble  band  their  new  allegiance  vowed. 
As  round  the  table  of  their  Lord  they  bowed, 

2  By  faith  communing — asking  not  for  sight. 

No  cup  of  buriii'ihcd  gold  received  the  wine, 
Or  silver  platter  held  the  symbol  bread; 

They  meekly  took  the  elements  divine. 
Their  board  with  wooden  plate  and  goblet  spread, 

And  there,  in  living  union  with  their  Vine, 
Sweet  peace  and  holy  joy  ou  all  were  shed. 

JULIA    r.    CALLAKD, 

1878. 


MYSTERY. 


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LIFE  A  PROBLEM. 

1  A  littlo  sniilini;,  iniiiij;l('(l  oti  wiili  ti-ars, 
A  little  li()i>iiiii,  linked  with  many  lV:ir.s, 

A  little  trusting,  cliased  liy  (l(jnl)t  and  dread, 
A  little  liiilit  unto  much  darkness  wed — 
This  call  we  life — to  breathe,  to  love,  to  die  I 
Who  shall  tor  us  unfold  the  great  sad  mystery  ? 

2  Heaven's  radiance  makes  rainbows  throuiih  tlie  tears, 
Humility's  sweet  flower  sprinjieth  from  the  tears, 
The  holy  shield  of  faith,  tempers  in  fires  of  grief, 
The  seed  in  weeping  sown,  returns  a  golden  sheaf. 
()  glorious  life  in  death  !    no  more,  no  more  to  die  ! 
One  hath  dissolved  for  us  the  deep,  sweet  mystery ! 

MUS.   UERKICK  JOUXMON. 
Chicago,  1882. 

BE  STILL  AND  KNOW  THAT  I  AM  GOD. 

1  Be  still !     dust  now  be  still ! 
Something  thy  soul  hath  never  heard. 
Something  unknown  to  any  song  of  bird. 
Something  unknown  to  wind,  or  wave,  or  star, 
A  message  from  the  fatherland  afar, 

That  with  sweet  joy  the  homesick  .soul  shall  thrill. 
Coiueth  to  thee,  if  thou  canst  but  be  still. 

2  Bo  still !  Just  now  be  still ! 

And  know  that  I  that  s|)eaketli  am  thy  God 
The  lonely  vale  of  .sorrow  I  have  trod; 
I  know  it  all ;   I  know  it  and  can  feel 
Thy  spirit's  pain,  but  I  that  pain  can  heal. 
TliDU  never  yet  hast  proved  my  wondrous  skill ' 
Hush!     I  will  speak  if  thou  wilt  but  be  still. 

3  Be  still !     Just  now  be  still ! 
There  come  a  Presence  very  mild  and  sweet, 
White  are  the  sandals  on  His  noiseless  feet; 
It  is  the  Comforter  -whom  Jesus  sent 

To  teach  thee  all  the  words  He  uttered  meant. 

The  waiting,  willing  spirit  He  doth  fill : 

If  thou  wouldst  hear  His  message,  soul,  be  still ! 

MKS.   .S.    M.    I.    IlESnV. 

Ill  Uniou  Si)^al.  1E83. 

ANTIPAS. 

"Myfuitbful  martyr."- Rev.  ii :  13. 

1  Go  search  the  dusty  archives  of  tlu;  ages, 

Anil  while  on  earth's  vast  biographies  you  scan, 
Ask  why,  with  all  her  poets,  scribes,  and  sages. 
She  knows  so  little  of  so  great  a  man 't 

2  Earth  answers,  "He  whose  voice  of  trumpet  shrill- 

ness 
Once  shook  Patmos'  wild  and  lonely  shore. 
Told,  in  an  e.xile's  ear,  'mid  Sabbath  stillness, 
The  martyr's  story,  and  I  ask  no  more." 
;3    Enough  I  \w,  h(dd  aloft  heaven's  bloiKl-bought  charter 
"Mong  those  who  deemed  tiu-  faith  of  Christ  acriine; 
Those  thrilling,  tender  wonls,  "My  faithful  martyr," 
Tell  of  a  life  that  death  liad  ma<le  sublime. 

4  Blazon  it  not  on  monument  colossal ; 

Rocks  with  their  chiseled  re<'ords  shall  decay ; 
Goil  wrote  it  by  the  hand  of   His  .VjOTstle, 

To  live  when  heaven  and  earth  have  passed  away. 

KATK   M  NKII.L. 


UNSEARCHABLENESS. 

Job  xi  :  7.  a 

1  What  finite  power,  with  eea.seless  toil. 

Can  fathom  the  eternal  Mind? 
Or  who  the  almighty  'I'hree  in  One 
l{y  searching,  to  perfection  find. 

2  Angels  and  men  in  vain  may  raise, 

'Harmonious,  their  a<loriiig  songs; 
The  laboring  tho't  sinks  down,  ojiprest, 
And  praises  die  upon  their  tongues. 

3  Yet  would  I  lift  my  trembling  voice, 

A  portion  of  His  ways  to  sing; 
And  mingling  with  His  meanest  works. 
My  humble,  grateful  tribute  bring. 

KLIZAUETU  HI  CUT,  KM 


IT  PASSETH  KNOWLEDGE. 

"Tho  love  of  Christ  which  paraoth  knowledge."— Kph.  .'ii :  13. 

1  It  passeth  knowledge  ;  that  dear  love  of  Thine  ! 
My  .lesus  I   Saviour  !  Yet  this  soid  of  miuci 
AVould  of  that  love,  in  all  its  depth  and  length. 
Its  hei<rht,  and  breadth,  and  everlasting  strenjith. 

Know  more  and  more. 

2  It  passeth  telling !  that  dear  love  of  Thine, 
My  .lesus  !   Saviour!   Yet  these  lij>s  of  mine 
Would  fain  jiroclaim  to  sinners,  far  and  near, 
A  love  wliicli  can  remove  all  guilty  fear. 

And  love  beget. 

3  It  passeth  ])raises !   that  dear  love  of  Thine, 
]\Iy  Jesus  !   Saviour !  Yet  this  heart  of  mine 
Would  sing  a  love  so  rich,  so  full,  so  free. 
Which  brought  an  undone  sinner,  such  as  me, 

Right  home  to  God. 

4  But  ah  I   I  cannot  tell,  or  sing,  or  know. 
The  fulness  of  that  love,  whilst  here  below : 
Yet  my  poor  vessel  I  may  freely  bring, — 

O  Thou  who  art  of  love  the  living  spring. 
My  vessel  fill. 
0   I  am  an  empty  vessel !  scarce  one  thought 
Or  look  of  love  to  Thee  I've  ever  brought ! 
Yet.  I  may  come*,  and  come  again  to  Thee 
With  this — the  contrite  sinner's  truthful  |dea — 
**  Thou  lovest  me  !  " 
G  Oh  !  fill  me,  Jesus !  Saviour !  with  Thy  love  ! 
May  woes  but  drive  me  to  the  fount  alwve ! 
Thither  may  I  in  ciiihllike  faith  draw  nigli. 
And  never  to  another  fountain  lly. 
But  unto  Thee  ! 
7    And  when,  my  .lesus!   Thy  dear  face  I  see. 
When  at  Thy  lofty  throne  I  bend  the  knee. 
Then  of  Thy  love — in  all  its  breadth  and  length. 
Its  height,  and  depth,  and  everlasting  strength — 
My  soul  shall  sing. 

MAliT  nnEKLrmx. 

Died  Not.,  lUi. 

Set  to  Music  h>  Ira  O.  Sankbv 


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WOMAN  IN  SACHKD  SONG. 


COME  UNTO  ME. 


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Kiiik'Ietx"  and  "  In  ilreaius  I  sue  my  hoy  ai;ain."  She  lias  passed  through  some  of  the  severest  trials  known  to  mortals,  andberprudnctious  bare  apatho* 
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IF  WE  KNEW. 

1  If  wo,  knew  wlion  walkinij  llioughtless 

Tliro"  the  ci'owilfd.  noisy  way. 
That  some  pearl  of  woiKh'ous  whiteness 

Close  beside  our  pathway  lay. 
We  would  pause  where  now  we  hasten, 

We  would  often  look  around, 
Lest  our  careless  feet  should  trample 

Some  rare  jewel  in  the  ground. 

2  If  we  knew  what  forms  were  fainting 

For  the  shade  that  we  should  fling. 
If  we  knew  what  lips  were  parching 

For  the  water  we  should  bring, 
We  would  haste  with  I'ager  footsteps, 

We  would  work  with  willing  hands, 
Bearing  cui)s  of  cooling  water. 

Planting  rows  of  shading  palms. 

3  If  we  knew  when  friends  around  us 

Closely  press  to  say  '•  good  bye," 
Which  among  the  lips  that  kiss  us 

First  should  'neath  the  daisies  lie, 
We  \voul<I  clasp  our  arms  around  them, 

Looking  on  them  through  our  tears, 
Tender  words  of  love  eternal 

We  would  whisper  in  their  ears. 

4  If  we  knew  what  lives  were  darken'd 

Hy  some  thoughtless  word  of  ours. 
Which  had  ever  lam  upon  them. 

Like  the  frost  upon  the  (lowers, 
Oh!  with  what  snicere  repentings. 

With  what  anguish  of  regret, 
While  our  eyes  were  overflowing, 

We  would  cry,  "forgive,"  "forget." 

5  If  we  knew  I  Alas  !  and  do  we 

Ever  care  or  seek  to  know, 
Whether  bitter  herbs  or  roses 

In  our  neighbors'  gardens  grow? 
God  forgive  us  I  lest  hereafter 

Our  hearts  break  to  hear  Him  say: 
"  Careless  child,  I  never  knew  you. 

From  my  [)resence  flee  away." 

ELLEN   U.   OATES,  1863. 

By  permiaaioD. 


THE  MYSTERY  OF  LIFE 

1  Oh  1   life  is  strange  and  fidl  of  change. 

But  it  brings  little  .sorrow  ; 
For  I  came  here  but  yesterday. 
And  shall  go  hence  to-morrow : 

2  Go  to  the  rest  of   the;  ever-blest, 

To  the  New  .lernsalein  ; 
Ciiildren  of  light  there  walk  ui  white. 
And  the  Saviour  leudeth  them. 

JULIA  WAHD  HOVC. 


TELL  ME  THE  SECRET. 

1  Tell  me  the  secret.  Lord ;  in  loving  fear 

1  claim  the  promise  Thou  hast  freely  given; 
Reveal  Thyself — in  ail  Thy  charms  appear — 
Grant  to  Thy  child  a  sweet  foretaste  of  heaven. 

2  I  am  Thy  child,  but,  ignorant  and  weak, 

I  cannot  for  myself  the  lesson  read ; 
Be  Thou  my  teacher — to  my  dullness  speak 
Learning  of  Thee  I  shall  be  wi.se  indeed. 

3  Tell  me  the  secret ;  for  of  Thee  is  born 

This  questioning  heart  that  will  not  be  denied; 
What  mean  the  mangled  feet,  the  hands  so  torn. 
The  thorn-crowned  head,  the  wouuded,  bleeding 
side  ? 

4  The  secret  is  with  me,  but  my  dim  eyes 

Are  holden,  and  I  cannot  clearly  see 
The  whole  sweet  meaning.     Wilt  Thou  not  ari.se, 
And  in  Thy  love  exjjlain  it  unto  me  ? 


CECIL    UllKCME. 


mmM\  grnitiss. 


Elizabeth  Prentiss,  daiigliter  of  Dr.  Edward  Payson,  waa  bom  In 
Porttand,  Maine.  Slie  was  always  tlelicatt- ,  and  at  the  age  of  22  yeant 
said  she  had  never  known  what  is  was  to  fei  1  well.  Notwith.staiidiiig 
her  feeble  constitution,  she  had  been  a  constant,  good  and  great  writer  in 
prose  and  verse.  "Stepping  Heavenward,"  first  appeared  as  a  serial  In 
TUE  AOVAN'CE,  and  was  issued  in  book  form  in  18G9.  She  herself  said 
of  it— "Every  word  of  that  book  was  a  prayer,  and  seemed  to  come  of 
itself." 

Besides  her  many  exci'llent  Ip'mns  and  poems,  she  has  published  nine 
or  more  prose  volumes,  and  many  sketches  and  stories,  which,  like 
"Heavenward"  have  been  a  balm  and  benediction  to  huiulreds  of  thou- 
sands of  woman.  But  more  have  been  so  universally  liked  as  "IleaTou- 
ward."  One  English  mother  wrote  her  that  she  had  read  that  book 
through  many  times,  and  alwavswith  good  results  to  her  soul.  Her  body 
rests  in  sweet  seclusion  iu  Maplewood  Cenetery,  Dorset,  to  await  the 
resurrection  morning.    She  died  in  1878. 

THE  MYSTERY  OF  LIFE  IN  CHRIST. 

1  I  walk  along  the  crowded  streets,  and  mark 

The  eager,  anxious,  troubled  faces  ;  [cruves. 

Wondering   what   this   man   seeks,  what   that   heart 
In  earthly  places. 

2  Do  I  want  anything  that  they  are  wanting  ? 

Is  each  of  them  my  brother  ? 
Could  we  hold  fellowship,  speak  heart  to  heart. 
Each  to  the  other  ? 

3  Nay.  but  I  know  not !  only  this  I  know. 

That  sometimes  merely  crossing 
Another's  path,  where  life's  tumultuous  waves 
Arc  ever  tossing, 

4  He.  as  lie  pas.ses,  whispers  in  mine  ear 

One  magic  sentence  only. 
And  in  the  awful  loneliness  of  crowds 
I  am  not  lonely. 

5  Ah.  what  a  life  is  theirs  who  live  in  Christ  ; 

How  vast  the  mystery  I 
Reaching  in  height  to  heaven,  and  in  its  depth 
The  nnfathomed  sea. 

MKH     R.    rKKNTIKS. 
Author  qf  "Stepping  Heavenward." 


101 


WOAfAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


PROVIDENCE. 

1  TyOid,  liow  myslorious  arc  Thy  ways  I 
lli)\v  blind  arc  \\v,  liow  iiuaii  our  [iiaiso  ! 
Thy  stops  no  mortal  eyes  explore  ; 

'Tis  ours  to  wonder  and  adoro. 

2  Groat  GckII      I  do  not  ask  to  see 
Wliat  in  I'utnrity  shall  l)o  ; 

Let  li^iiit  and  bliss  attend  my  davs, 

And  then  my  futui'e  hours  he  praise. 
.'{   Are  darkness  and  distress  my  shan;  ? 

Give  me  to  trust  Thy  iruardian  care; 

Knouu;h  for  me,  if  love  divine 

At  length  through  every  cloud  shall  shine. 
4   Yet  this  my  sonl  desires  to  know, 

Ho  this  my  only  wish  below  ; 

That  Christ  is  mine  I — this  great  request, 

(jrant,  bounteous  God,  and  1  am  blest. 

ASNB  STKI-.I.E. 

•MANY  THINGS  ARE  GROWING  CLEAR." 

Schiller. 

1  Come  !  the  summer  night  is  calling. 
Through  the  elm  tree  shadows  falling. 
Anil  the  silver  moonbeams  gleaming, 

On  the  snow}'  window-screen. 
These  but  hints,  I  murmur  lowly. 
And  I  raise  the  curtain  slowly, 
Till  a  Hood  of  splendor  streaming 

llenders  clear  the  enchanted  scene. 

2  Soul  I  all  nature  calleth  to  thee, 

Krom  the  bounds  of  earth  would  woo  tnee ; 
jNIorn,  with  fragrant  breezes  blowing 

Fresh  from  the  celestial  hills  ; 
Eve  in  purple  robes  of  glory 
Sweetly  tells  her  mystic  story. 
Such  diviner  state  foreshowing 

That  the  soul  with  rapture  thrills. 

3  Take,  oh,  take  these  sweet  suggestions, 
Ask  no  unbelieving  questions  ; 
Wafting  thee  to  fields  Klysian, 

Death  .shall  surely  I'aise  the  screen  ; 
"With  celestial  Knphra.sy 
He  shall  touch  the  inner  eye. 
Till  thou  chant  with  raptured  vision 

'*  JMany  things  are  clearly  seen  !  " 

4  Thus  said  Schiller,  in  liis  gladness, 
While  each  bowed  the  head  in  sadness 
Round  his  <lying  couch  at  even. 

Closed  his  eyes  on  scenes  once  dear; 
On  (lie  ll(»oil  of  crimson  glory 
Halhing  rock  an     castle  hoary  ; 
Yet  whilt!  earthly  ties  were  riven 

Many  things  were  growing  clear. 
r>   Swi'cicr  than  the  carols  ringing. 
Whilst  the  lark  her  (light  is  winging, 
Are  these  words  of  Schiller,  over 

Sinjiiriif,  sinuinj'  throuirh  the  soul, 


Prelude  of  diviner  pleasures. 

Where  no  more  in  mournful  measures 

Sing  the  souls  who  sorrow  never. 

Who  have  safely  reached  the  goal. 
7   What  though  chilling  mists  enshroud  us, 
When  these  vapors  that  becloud  us, 
Gazed  upon  from  hights  celestial 

Golden  "  mirrors  "  shall  appear  ; 
Courage  I   then,  nor  wish  to  alter 
One  of  God's  decrees,  nor  falter 
Through  the  fear  of  ills  terrestrial ; 

Many  thiugs  are  growing  clear. 

AN.SA   LES'TUAL  HMITK,   1882. 
From  the  "Sc;irlet  Oak, '  by  pemiissiuu. 

WITH  BOOKS. 

"But  whtTP  shall  wisdom  be  fimiiil.'' — Job  xxviii:  12. 

1  I  Stretch  my  hands  as  blind  men  do. 
And  grope  for  paths  that  lead  to  God ; 
liut  men  less  blind  these  ways  have  trod, 
And  found  but  "  figures  of  the  true  I" 

2  Far  down  the  misty  aisles  of  'eld 
With  all  the  wise  and  good  I  walk, 
Ami  ill  their  silent  language  talk. 
And  (jiiestion  of  the  hopes  they  held; 

3  Of  old  philosophies,  long  dead. 
Whose  shuttles,  plying  in  the  shade, 
A  dark  and  tangled  web  have  made, 
AVitli  no  ujileading  golden  thread; 

4  Of  preacher  and  apologist, 

^^'ll()  change  their  cruel  creeds  at  will, 
Till  infinite  goo<l  and  endless  ill 
Upbraid  each  other  in  the  mist., 
•i  Like  a  tired  insect,  overborne 

With  honied  weights  that  are  not  food, 
J  turn  to  Thee  "  Thou  unseen  Good," 
And  wait  and  wonder  till  the  morn. 

MARY  A.    LATIIBCKV.   1883. 

From  '"Out  of  Darkness  into  Lii'lit." 
Published  by  Messrs.  D.  Lotlirop  i  Co. 

WORLD  WITHOUT  END. 

Is.  xlv:  17. 

AVorld  without  end  I 
Is  it  where  blossoms  open.  fade,  and  fall. 
While  sun  and  dew  yet  plead  with  mournful  call  ? 
Is  it  where  sparkling  fountains  cease  to  play — 
Where  beds  of  wasted  rivers  cross  our  way  ? 

World  without  end ! 
Is  ii  where  islands  sink  beneath  the  main? 
AVIicre  bowing  hills  become  a  weary  jilaiii  ? 
Wlicre  monntaius  by  the  roots  are  overturned, 
Holled  from  the  rocks,  and  in  His  anger  burned? 

World  without  (>ud  I 
Is  it  where  proudest  cities  lie  a  waste  ; 
To  build  whose  walls  the  "  sons  of  strangers"  haste? 
|Where  fretting  waters  leap  and  laugh  to  scorn 
The  prostrate  marble  of  the  centuries  born.^. 


MYHTEHY  AND   RKFUOE. 


lo.- 


World  without  ond ! 
Is<it  wlicrc  inoiiarclis  ;it  ii  toucli  turn  j)alc 
And  pass  aloiif  into  the  siii'nl  vale  ? 
AViicn-  riiieis  faint,  wIkmi'  statosmon  drop  from  siyht, 
And  all  are  hidden  in  swift  coming  night? 

World  withont  end  I 
Is  it  u  here  like  u  simple  parclnnent  scroll 
The  very  iieaveus  together  He  shall  roll  i' 
Where  suns  are  darkened,  moons  to  hlood  aii'  turned, 
With  fervent  heat  the  elements  are  burned  ? 

World  without  end  ! 
Where  is  it  ?     Who  can  find  so  strange  a  land  ? 
Where  the  foundations  evermore  shall  stand  ? 
Where  change  is  kej)!  forever  from  tlu;  door  ? 
Where  hope  shall  cheat  the  trusting  ones  no  more? 

World  w  ithout  end  ! 
Where  rosy  morning  ne'er  shall   yield  to  jiight, 
^\'here  jterfect  blossoms  never  know  a  blight? 
Where  silence  never  takes  lier  solemn  seat. 
Forbidding  sundered  souls  with  joy  to  meet? 

World  w  itliout  end  I 
Look  up,  ye  seekers  for  a  woild  like  this, 
For,  just  before  you  lies  the  i-ealm  of  bliss. 
The  little  child  you  to  your  bosom  jjressed, 
I'erchance  is  now  in  that  fair  world  a  guest ; 
The  aged  mother,"  bowed  beneath  the  load 
Of  grief  and  care  along  the  weary  road. 
Has  seen  the  golden  hinges  swifth'  turned, 
And,  entering,  all  its  hidden  glory  learned. 

World  witliout  end ! 
Each  j)ilgrim,  weary  of  a  changing  life. 
Who  ceases  battling  with  its  constant  strife  ; 
Who  turns  to  llim  by  whom  all  things  are  made, 
Shall  never  be  confounded  nor  afraid  ! 
Let  sun  and  dew  (|uii-k  withering  flowers  bewail, 
Let  cities  crumble  and  let  monarchs  fail. 
Let  mountains  vanish,  systems  pass  away — 
Let  change  and  sorrow  have  a  moment's  sway, 
If,  beyond  these,  an  everlasting  Friend 
Shall  hold  our  bliss  secure — world  without  end  ! 

.ni.IA    r.    BALLARD,    1882. 

From  "Tile  Scarlet  Oak."  by  i)eriiii.s,sion. 


■WE  SHALL  KNOW. 

1   When  the  nil^ts  have  rolled  in  sjjlendor 
From  the  beauty  of  the  hills. 
And  the  sunshine,  warm  and  tender, 

Falls  in  s])lendor  on  the  rills, 
We  may  read  lo\e's  shining  letter 

In  the  rainbow  of  the  spray  ; 
We  shall  know  each  other  better 
When  the  mists  iiave  cleared  away. 
We  shall  know  as  W(;  are  known. 
Nevermore  to  walk  alone. 
In  the  dawning  of  the  morning, 

AVben  the  mists  Jiave  cleared  awav. 


2  If  we  err  in  human  blindness. 

And  forget  that  we  are  dust. 
If  \\v  miss  the  law  of  kindiu'ss 

AN'iien  wc;  struggle  to  be  just. 
Snowy  wings  of    peace  shall  cover 

All  the  pain  that  ch>uds  our  day, 
When  the  weary  watch  is  over. 

And  the  mists  have  cleared  away. 
We  shall  know  as  we  are  known. 
Nevermore  to  walk  alone. 
In  the  dawning  of  the  morning. 

When  the  mists  have  cleared  away. 

3  When  the  silvery  mists  have  veiled  us 

From  the  faces  of  our  own. 
Oft  we  deem  their  love;  has  failed  us. 

And  we  tread  our  path  alone  ; 
We  should  see  them  near  and  truly. 
We  should  trust  them  day  by  <lay. 
Neither  love  nor  blame  un(hdy. 
If  the  mists  were  cleare<l  away. 
We  shall  know  as  we  are  known. 
Nevermore  to  walk  alone. 
In  the  dawning  of   the  mornmg. 

When  the  mists  have  cleared  away. 

4  When  the  mists  have  risen  above  us. 

As  our  Father  knows  His  own. 
Face  to  face  with  them  that  love  us, 

AV(!  shall  know  as  we  are  known. 
Love  beyond  the  orient  meadows. 

Floats  the  golden  fringe  of  day  . 
Heart  to  heart  we  bide  the  shadow.s. 

Till  the  mists  liave  cleared  away. 
We  shall  know  as  we  are  known, 
Nevermore  to  walk  alone, 
When  the  day  of  light  is  dawning. 

And  the  uiists  have  cleared  awav. 


A.N.Mi:    HKIIIIKIIT. 


FLEE    AS    A    BIRD. 

1  Flee  as  a  bird  to  your  mountain. 

Thou  wlio  art  weary  of  sin  ; 
Go  to  the  clear  flowing  fountain. 

Where  you  may  wash  and  be  clean. 
Flv,  for  tir  avenger  is  near  thee  ; 
Call,  and  the  Saviour  will  hear  thee. 
He  on  His  bosom  will  bear  thee, 

Thou  who  art  weary  of  sin. 

2  He  will  protect  thee  forever. 

Wipe  every  falling  tear; 
He  will  forsake  thee,  oh,  never. 

Sheltered  so  tenderly  there. 
Haste,  then,  the  hours  are  flying. 
Spend  not  the  moments  in  sighing. 
Cease  from  your  sorrow  and  crying. 

The  Saviour  will  wipe  every  tear. 

Mil*.   M.  M.   n.   IHSA. 


106 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


COME    UNTO    ME. 


CATHERINE  WATERMAN.    1839. 


MATE  L.  RICKEY.  1865. 
By  per.  Ur.  H.  K.  I'ALMEB. 


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'AND    BKNEATIl   TIIK   CISOWXKI)   IIAIH 
IlKAM    IIIK    TATIP^NT   KYKS,    SO   TF.NDKlt, 

OF  THY  sAMorn,  waitixg  tiikuk.  " 


PiVje  107 


SEEKING  AND   INVITATION. 


1U7 


THE  SEARCH. 

1  I  irazo  at  morn  where  rosy  lisrltt 

The  eastern  portal  faintly  tinixes, 
I  scan  at  noon  the  far-off  heijiht, 
At  snnset  where  the  golden  lijrht 

With  arrowy  rays  the  aznre  fringes. 

2  Oh  I  could  I  ])i('r('t^  the  dear  ilcep  blue  I 

I  fix  my  huiiifry  ijazt!  upon  it: 
Its  open  fa('t',  so  |>ur(',  so  true, 
I  would  look  throuj;h,  I  would  look  through, 

And  seize  my  treasure  just  beyond  it ! 

3  Unpitying  sky,  be  thou  my  chart, 

And  yi(dd  the  secret  to  my  vision  ! 
Within  your  hold  is  half  my  heart. 
Why  keep  me  from  myself  a))art? 

Why  hold  my  yearning  in  derision  ? 

4  "  Is  it  for  Me  this  watch  yon  keep?" 

Asked  a  low  voice  of  tenderest  sweetness ; 
"  For  Me  you  wake  while  others  sleep  i* 
To  Me  your  yearning  heart  would  leap? 

Seek  yow  in  Me  your  soul's  completeness  ? 

5  "  For  you  ray  soul  was  darkly  tried — 

And  once  you  melted  at  the  storj' — 
For  you  my  hands,  my  feet,  my  side. 
Now  hear  these  scars.      For  yon  I  died. 

That  gloom  and  grief  might  end  in  glory. 
G  "  I  am  the  Way — look  up  to  Me, 

Nor  longer  blind  thine  eyes  with  weeping ; 
You  soon  without  a  veil  shall  see 
What  watch,  from  human  weakness  free. 

Your  Shepherd  o'er  His  flock  is  keeping." 
7  Enough  I   No  more  I  search  the  blue. 

When  death  would  hide  the  hearts  tha*  love  me, 
To  Ilim  I  look  wiiose  voice  I  knew, 
Who-e  pierced  hand  is  still  in  view 

Holding  a  harp  and  crown  above  me. 

Jl'LIA   r.   BAI.I.AKU. 

KNOCKING,  KNOCKING,  WHO  IS  THERE? 

1  Knocking,  knocking,  who  is  there  ? 
Waiting,  waiting,  oh,  how  fair  I 
'Tis  a  pilgrim  strange  and  kingly, 

Never  such  was  seen  before. 
Oh  I  my  soul,  for  such  a  wonder. 
Wilt  thou  not  unbar  the  door? 

2  Knocking,  knocking,  still  He's  there, 
Waiting,  waiting,  wondrous  fair  ; 
But  the  door  is  hard  to  o|)en, 

For  the  weeds  and  ivy-vine, 
Witii  tiieir  dark  and  clinging  tendrils, 
Ever  round  tlu;  hinges  twine.  # 

3  Knocking,  knocking — what!   still  there? 
Waiting,  waiting,  grand  and  fair  ; 

Yes,  the  pierced  hand  still  knocketh, 

And  beneath  the  crowned  liair 
Beam  tlm  patient  eyes,  so  tender. 

Of  thy  Saviour,  waiting  there. 

MKR.   R.   B.  RTOWK. 
Arr.  from  an  extended  |K>cin.  luid  set  to  music  by  Oeo  P.  Root,  .M1114.  I>iic. 
Ity  iM^r.  Mensnt  .Inhii  Church  &  (>o.,  owners  of  the  copyright. 


GIVE  ME  THAT  HEART  OF  FLESH. 

L.  M. 

Ez,:  xi  19. 
(Tuiie-"if<'/rro/.") 

1  Give  me  tliat  "  heart  of  Hesli,"  my  Lord, 
Which  Thou  hast  jjronu.sed  in  Tliy  word, 
And  takt!  away  this  lieart  of  ston<'. 

So  strangle  and  iiard  and  callous  grown. 

2  This  heart,  this  cruel  heart,  my  I^ord, 
That  lists  not  to  Thy  j)lca<liiig  word, 
IJut  k'ts  Thee  knock  and  knock  again. 
Till  midniglit  darkness  shrouds  the  plahi. 

3  Thy  garments  with  the  dew  are  wet. 
And  'I'liy  fair  locks  are  (hipping,  yet 
This  heart  of  mine,  this  heart  of  sin, 
Will  not  arise  an<l  let  Thee  in  ! 

4  O  break,  dear  Lord,  this  stul)liorn  thing, 
«    And  let  Thy  loving-kindness  biing 

Me  to  such  sweet  repenting  and 
Adoring  love  to  Thee,  my  hand 

5  Shall  <piick  unbar  the  iron  door. 
And  bid  Thee  in  to  go  no  more, — 
All  that  I  hav(^  —  the  dearest,  best. 
Too  poor  for  Thee,  luy  heavenly  guest. 

8USIE     V.    ALPBlrH. 

Boston,  1882. 

A    MESSAGE. 

1  Is  thoro  one  who  is  weary  and  lonely  and  sad  ? 

Oh  !   list  to  the  me.ssage  I  I)ring ; 
'Tis  a  me.ssage  of  love  from  the  dear  blessed  Hook, 

A  message  from  Jesus  thy  King  : 
"Ye  believe  in  the  Father  who  rulcth  above, 

Believe,"  says  the  Saviour,  '•  in  me; 
And  be  ye  not  troubled,  I  go  to  j)re])are 

Bright  mansions  in  heaven  for  thee." 
Refrain. 

I  come  with  a  message  for  each  weary  heart, 

A  message  both  tender  and  true. 
^    A  message  of  love  from  the  dear  blessed  Book. 

A  message  that  always  is  new. 

2  Is  there  one  tempted  soul  who  is  missing  the  way 

That  leads  to  eternal  delight? 
Here's  a  message  to  guide  from  the  desert  of  sin 

Clear  up  to  (iod's  marvelous  light : 
"I  was  tempted,"  says  Jesus,  "in  all  things  like  yon. 

Was  tempted,  and  yet  without  sin. 
Oh  I   turn  from  thy  wand'ring  and  follow  my  steps. 

I  died  thy  salvation  to  win." 

3  Is  there  one  heavy-laden  with  sorrow  and  care. 

Oppressed  with  a  burden  of  woe  ? 
Here's  a   mes.sage    from   Christ,  and   it  points  unto 
peace. 

Oh  I   follow  the  way  it  dotii  show  : 
Then  "Come  unto  me,"  .says  the  Saviour,  in  love, 

"  And  ye  shall  find  rest  to  your  soul  ;  " 
Learn  meekly  to  bring  every  grief  to  the  cross. 

And  wait  for  the  crown  at  the  goal. 

KLLKN  OLIVKK. 
By  per. 


108 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


"  FOLLOW    ME." 


'If  any  >oaii  will  come  after  Me,  let  liiin  ilviiy  hiinsilf.  and  take  U|i  Ill's  cross 
daily,  and  follow  Me." 

1  Tlio  MiLster's  voice  was  .sweet  — 

••  I  iravc  My  life  for  lliee  : 
IJear  tlioii  tills  cross,  tlirougli  jiaiii  and  loss: 

Ari.se  aii<l  follow  Me  I  " 
I  i^rasped  tin;  cross  in  iiand  : 

"  O  Tliou  tliat  dicdst  for  me. 
Tile  day  is  briglit,  my  step  is  light, 

'Tis  sweet  to  follow  Thee." 

2  Throuijh  the  lon-r  summer  day 

I  followed  loviiiijly, — 
'Twas  bliss  to  hear  II is  voice  so  near, 

His  blessed  face  to  see. 
Down  where  till'  lilies  pale 

Fringed  the  bright  river's  brim, 
His  steps  were  seen  in  pastures  green, — 

'Twas  siceet  to  follow  Him. 

3  Oh  I  sweet  to  follow  Him  !  — 

"  Lord,  let  us  here  abide  I  " 
The  flowers  were  fair,  I  lingered  there  ;  — 

I  laid  His  cross  aside  ; 
I  heard  His  voice  no  more 

By  that  bright  river's  brim  ; 
Before  me  lay  the  desert  grey  — 

'Twas  hard  to  follow  Him. 

4  Yes ;  hard  to  follow  Him 

Into  that  dreary  land  ; 
1  was  alone — His  cross  had  grown 

Too  heavy  for  my  liand. 
I  heard  His  voice  afar 

Sound  through  the  night  air  chill, 
My  tirc:d  feet  refused  to  meet 

His  coming  o'er  the  hill. 

5  The  Master's  voice  was  sad —  ^ 

"O'er  hills  of  Galilee 
I  bore  Thy  cross,  through  pain  and  loss: 

Thou  hast  not  followed  Me." 
"So  fair  the  lilied  banks. 

So  bleak  the  desert  way ; 
The  night  is  dark  ;  I  could  not  mark 

Where  Thy  blest  footsteps  lay." 

C  "  Fairer  the  lilied  banks, 

Softer  the  grassy  lea, 
Tlic  endless  rest  of  tlios<(  who  best 

Have  learned  to  follow  3Ie. 
Arise  and  follow  Mel 

These  weary  feet  ol'  Mine 
Have  stained  red  tin'  pathway  dread 

III  search  for  thee  and  thine." 

7   O  Lord  I   O  love  divine ! 

Once  mori!  I  follow  'I'hee : 

Let  me  aliide  so  near  Thy  side, 

That  I    Thy  face  may  see. 


I  clasp  Thy  pierced  hand, 
O  Thou  that  diedst  for  me; 

'Midst  woe  and  loss  I'll  bear  Thy  cross. 
So  I  may  cling  to  Thee. 


ISABELLA   L.    milD. 
Ediuburgb. 


GOD  CALLETH  THEE. 

"  It  is  the  voice  of  God,  and  not  of  man." 
(Tune—"  /  need  Th,e.") 

1  God  calls  thee,  ever}'  one, 

O  sinful  man, 
Atonement  by  His  Son 

Is  His  own  plan. 
Then  haste  thee,  dying  mortal, 

"While  still  for  thee  there's  room, 
Ere  closed  be  mercy's  ])ortal 

And  sealed  thy  doom. 

2  God  calls  thee,  every  one, 

O  sinful  man  ; 
All  things  ready,  all  done 

Since  life  began. 
Ilast  thou  a  friend,  had  ever. 

Who  in  thy  stead  would  die  ? 
Whose  love  nothing  could  sever, 

Always  was  nigh  ? 

3  God  calls  thee,  every  one, 

O  sinful  man. 
All  earthly  good  thou'st  won. 

Which  mortals  can. 
Of  what  avail  would  this  be, 

If  lost  thy  soul  at  last  ? 
Christ's  love  from  this  would  save  thee, 

His  life  it  cost. 

S.   M.  WOODIS. 
of  Detroit  W.  C.  T.  U. 


INVITATION. 

1  The  Saviour  calls !   let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound  : 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear ; 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart 

Here  streams  of  l)ounty  flow  ; 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Here  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise 
^     To  ease  your  i-very  pain — 

luunortal  fountain  I    full  supplies  I — 
Nor  sliall   you  thirst  in  v:iin. 

4  De.-ir  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts! 

To  Thee  let  sinners  fly. 
And  take  the  bliss  Thy  love  imi)arts, 
And  drink  and  never  die. 

AXNE    .STKEI.K. 


ISVITATION. 


1  ()'.) 


GOD  CALLING  YET. 

1  God  calling  yi^t  !   .sliall  I  not  licai'  ? 
Kaitli's  pleasures  shall  I  still  hold  dear? 
Shall  life's  swift  passiiii;  years  all  tly, 
And  still  luy  soul  m  slumber  lie  'i 

2  God  callinir   yet!   shall  I  not  rise? 
Can  I  his  loving  voice  despise, 
And  basely  his  kind  care  repay  ? 
lie  culls  luo  still ;  can  I  delay  ? 

3  Goil  calling   yet!  and  shall  I  give 
No  heed,  but  still  in  bondage  live  ? 
I  wait,  but  He  does  not  forsake  ; 

III'  calls  nie  still.      My  heai't,  awake! 

4  Gi)l  calling  yet!  I  cannot  stay; 
]\Iy  heart  I  yield  without  delay ; 

Vain  world,  farewell!   from  thee  I  part; 
Tiie  voice  of  God  hath  reached  my  heart. 

B1I»8  JANE   UOIITUWICC. 

WHOSOEVER  WILL. 

1  Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice. 

Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  choice  ; 
I  will  guide   you  to  your  home, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  come ! 

2  Thou  who,  houseless,  sole,  forlorn. 
Long  hast  borne  tli(^  proud  world's  scorn, 
I^oiig  hast  i-oanu'd  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  haste. 

3  Ye  who,  tossed  on  beds  of  jiain. 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain; 
Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for   guilt  who  mourn  ; — 

4  Hither  come  !  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  Hows  for  every  wound. 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure. 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 

AKy   LETITIA    BARKAULD. 

THE  SW^EETEST  SONG. 

1  Sweeter  song  than  e'er  was  sunrr 

By  poet,  priest  or  sages, 
A  .song  which  thro'  all  Heaven  has  rung. 

And  down  thro'  all  the  ages; 
A  precious  strain  of  sweet  accord, 
A  note  of   cheer  from  Christ  our  Lord; 
List,  as  it  vibrates  full  and  free, 
O  grieving  heart :      "  Come  unto  Me." 

2  O  wise  provision,  sweet  command, 

Vouchsafcid  the;  weak  and  weary ; 
A  Friend  to  (ind  on  either  hand, 

A  sight  for  ])ros]K>cts  dreary. 
A  Kriend  who  knows  our  bitter  need. 
Of  each  endeavor  taking  hetd  : 
Who  i-alls  to  every  soul  oi)pressed, 
"Come  unto  Me,  I'll  give  you  rest!" 


3  "  Come  unto  Me."      The  way 's  not  long  ; 

His  haiiils  are  stretched  to  meet  thee; 
Now  still  thy  s<)l)l)iiig,  li>t  the  song 

Wliich  everywluTt;  shall  greet  thee. 
Here  at  His  feet  yoni-  burden  lav; 
^N'hy  'neaih  it  bend  another  da}', 
Since  OiK^  so  loving  <alls  to  thee: 
"O  heavy-laden,  come  to  Me!" 

4  A  sweeter  song  than  e'er  was  suiiir 

By  poet,  ])riest  or  sages — 
A  song  which  tliro'  all  Heaven  has  rung, 

And  down  thro'  all  the  ages. 
How  can  we  turn  from  such  a  strain. 
Or  longer  wait  to  ease  our  pain ! 
Oh  I  draw  us  closer.  Lord,  that  we 
I\Iay  find  our  sweetest  rest  in  Thee. 

MAf UK  «ril;(;EOI!. 

COME,  WEARY  SOULS. 
Matt  xi:   28. 

1  Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distressed, 
Come,  and  accept  the  i)romised  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gi-acious  call  obey. 

And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppressed  with  guilt, — a  jiainfnl  load, — 
Oh!  come  and  bow  before  your  God! 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love. 

Will  all  that  painful  load  n.niovc. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes, 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  i-ndless  jieace — 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace; 

4  Dear  Saviour  !  let  tliy  powerful  love 
Contirin  oiir  faith,  our  fears  remove; 
Oh !  sweetly  reign  in  every  breast. 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest, 

INVITATION. 

Matt,  xi:  28. 

1  With  tearful^  eyes  I  look  around  ; 
Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  .sea ; 
Yet,  'mid  the  gloom,  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heaveidy  w  hisper,  '*  Come  to  Me." 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest ; 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee: 
Oh  I  to  the  weary,  faint,  oppressed. 
How  sweet  the  bidding,  ••  Come  to  .Me  I  " 

3  "Come,  for  all  else  nnist  fail  and  die ! 
Earth  is  no  resting-place  for  thee  ; 
To  heaven  direct  ihy  weeping  eye, 

I  am  thy  portion  ;   "  Come  to  me  !  " 

4  O  voice  of  niercv  !    voire  of  love  I 
In  conflict,  grief,  and  agony, 
Sn])port  me,  cheer  me  fn>m  almve  ! 
And  gently  whisper,  "  Come  to  me." 

cuAHLum  BLUorr. 


ANNK   KTEEl.r. 


IIU 


WOMAIf  IN  SACRED  SONO 


THli  PRODIGAL  CHILD. 


CLOSER  TO  ME. 


"I  will  arise,  aud  go  to  my  father."— Luke  xv :  1&. 

1  Come  home  !  come  home  ! 
You  are  weary  at  lieart, 
For  tlie  way  lias  been  dark, 
And  so  loiielv  and  wild, 

O  prodii^al"  chil.l : 
Come  lioine,  Oli !  come  home! 
Clio. — Come  home  I   Come,  Oil !  come  home  I 

Come  home  I  Come,  Oh !  come  home,  come  home! 

2  Come  home  !   come  home  ! 
For  we  watch  and  wait, 
And  we  stand  at  the  ^ate, 
AVhile  the  shadows  are  piled. 

O  prodiizal  child! 
Come  home  !  Oh  !  come  home  ! 

3  Come  home  !  come  home  ! 
From  the  sorrow  and  blame. 
From  tlie  .sin  and  the  shame. 
And  the  tempter  tliat  smiled, 

O  prcxli<ral  child  ! 
Come  home.  Oh  !  come  home  ! 

4  Come  home  I   come  home  ! 
There  is  bread  and  to  sjiare. 
And  a  warm  welcome  there, 
Then,  to  friends  reconciled, 

O  prodi_sral  child  ! 
Come  home,  Oh !  come  home  ! 

MBB.    KLI.EN    n.    fJATTO. 

Copyright,  1870.   Set  to  music  by  W.  H.  D.ianc. 
Used  by  per.  Biglow  &  Main, 

OH  !  COME  TO  CHRIST. 

"If  any  man  will  come  after  me,  let  him  deny  himself,"  — Matt,  xvi;  2i. 

1  Oh!  come  to  Christ  !   a  single  glance 

Would  melt  your  doubts  away  ; 
Oni^  glance  would  flocxl  you  with  His  light, 
In  an  eternal  day. 
Cuo. — Oh!  come  without  delay.  Oh!   cohk;  to-day  ! 

Oh!  come.  Oh!  come,  Oh!  come  withoutdelay, 
Oh!  come  to  Christ!  a  single  glance 
Would  melt  jour  doubts  away. 

2  Oh !  come  to  Christ !   lie  waits  for  you  : 

Long  hits  III!  waiting  stood  ; 
lie  stoops  to  ask  you  for  your  heart; 
He  yearns  to  do  you  good. 
.3  Oh!  come  to  Christ!   the  world  has  proved 
To  thee  a  broken  reed  ; 
Thou  canst  not  trust  what  always  fails 
In  times  of  sorest  need. 
4  Oh  !  com(>  to  Christ  for  peace,  for  rest. 
For  all  thy  heart  can  crave  ; 
For  trium|)h  o\(t  ])ain  and  loss. 
The  death-bed  and  the  grave. 

MKH.    E.    PRKNTISH.       I87L 

Copyright,  1871,  and  uied  by  iier.  Biglow  tt  Maiu. 


1  Press  close,  my  child,  to  Me, 

Closer  to  Me. 
Earth  hath  no  resting-place 

Heady  for  thee  ; 
Straight  to  my  bosom  flee  ; 
Press  close,  my  child,  to  Me, 
Closer,  closer,  closer  to  Me. 

2  Love,  pleasure,  riches,  fame. 

All  may  be  thine. 
And  thy  immortal  soul 

Still  will  repine ; 
I  must  be  all  to  thee  ; 
.Press  close,  my  child,  to  Me, 
Clo.ser,  closer,  closer  to  Me. 

3  Life  may  for  thee  contend. 

Hard  toil  and  care 
Strive  to  divide  from  Me, 

Crowd  everywhere  ; 
Let  them  my  servants  be  ; 
Press  thou,  my  child,  to  Me, 
Closer,  closer,  closer  to  Me. 

4  Grief  of  thy  heart  may  make 

A  desert  drear. 
Yet  there  my  sufferers  learn 

My  voice  to  hear  ; 
Calling,  with  earnest  plea. 
Press  close,  my  child,  to  Me , 
Closer,  closer,  closer  to  Me. 

5  Come,  then,  my  child,  to  Me, 

Make  thyself  mine  ; 
I  give  Myself  to  thee, 

I  will  be  thine  ; 
Joy,  grief,  and  care  shall  be 
Ties  binding  thee  to  Me, 
Closer,  closer,  closer  to  Me. 

.MRS.     ELIZABETH    PRENTI.-W. 

Copyright,  1871,  and  used  by  per.  Biglow  &.  Main. 

THE  TENDER  LOVE  OF  GOD- 

1  In  every  line  of  breaking  beauty  seen, 
In  every  foamy  crest  or  concave  green. 

O'er  blue  expanse,  where  sky  and  ocean  meet. 
The  tender  love  of  God  is  brooding  sweet. 

2  Written  in  wavy  tracery  on  the  sand, 
Spoke  by  the  echoing  rocks'  encircling  band, 
IJieathed  in  the  pure  and  healing  winds  that  fly. 
The  tender  love  of  God  is  hovering  nigh. 

3  Painted  on  every  fair  and  pearly  cloud. 
Sung  by  the  sea's  grand  monotone  aloud. 
Whispered  within  each  convoluted  shell. 
The  tender  love  of  God  so  close  doth  dwell. 

4  In  quickened  pulse  by  His  own  finger  stirred, 
111  grateful  lieart  res])onsive  to  His  word, 

In  burning  soul  that  worships  at  His  feet. 
The  tender  love  of  God  abides  most  sweet. 

i.ons.i  I'ARHoN.s  iinrRiNfi. 
From  "Tho  breath  »l  tiiid  aud  Shore." 


WAliyiNU  AND  INVITATION. 


Ill 


IMMORTAL  MIND, 

1  Ah  !   why  should  tliis  iininortal  mind, 
Kiishiv'd  by  s(ms(!,  be  thus  couliued, 

And  never,  never  rise  ? 
Wliy,  thus  iunused  witli  empty  toys, 
Ami  sootlied  witli  visionary  joys, 

Forget  her  native  skies? 

2  Tlie  niinil  was  formed  to  mount  sublime 
Beyond  tlu'  narrow  bounds  of  time, 

To  everlasting  things ; 
But  earthly  vapors  eloud  her  sight, 
And  hang  with  cold,  oppressive  weiglit 

I'pon  her  drooping  wings. 

3  Till'  world  employs  its  vai'ious  snares, 
Of  hopes  and  pleasures,  pains  and  cares, 

And  chained  to  earth  I  lie  : 
"When  shall  my  fettered  powers  be  free, 
An<l  leave  these  seats  of  vanity, 

And  upward  learn  to  fly  ? 

4  Bright  scenes  of  bliss,  unclouded  skies, 
Inyite  my  soul;  Oh!  could  I  rise, 

Nor  leave  a  thought  below, 
I'd  bid  farewell  to  anxious  care. 
And  say  to  every  temjAing  snare. 
Heaven  calls, — and  1  nuist  go. 

5  Heaven  calls, — and  can  I  yet  delay  ? 
Can  aught  on  earth  engage  my  stay  ? 

Ah  !  wretched,  lingering  lieart ! 
Come,  Lord,  with  strength,  and  life,  and  light, 
Assist  and  guide  my  upward  flight, 

And  bid  the  world  depart. 

ANNE  HTKELE. 


A  LITTLE  WHILE. 

(Mixpov)— "A  little."— John  xvi:  16. 

1  "A  little  while,"  dear  children. 

Ye  see  Me  not  again  ; 
T]ire(!  days  of  lonely  watching, 
Then  resurrection  gain ! 

2  "A  little," — And  the  Saviour 

Unto  his  own  appears  ; 
(This  time  with  Easter  glory) 
He  liusheth  all  their  fears. 

3  "A  little  while  "  He  tarries. 

Their  hands  and  hearts  to  nerve 
For  his  great  gospel-mission. 
Wherein  He  bids  them  serve. 

4  ''A  little," — ThiMi  with  promise 

Of  power  from  on  liigh, 
He  lift  tliem  whilst  He  blessed  them- 
Two  augels  standing  by  I 

5  "A  little  while  " — that  promise 

He  to  his  own  fultilled  : 
With  IVntecostal  power 

Their  hearts  the  Spirit  tilled. 


(j   "A  little  " — ?>e  those  servants 
Their  lives  for  Him  lai<l  down, 
They  counted  earthly  honors 
But  nought  to  win  His  crown. 

7  "A  little  " — still  He  whispers 

To  those  whose  rac(!  is  run, 
Ye  are  not  yet  made  perfect 
Till  all  my  work  is  <Ione. 

8  "A  little  while," — dear  strugglers, 

Still  011  earth's  battle-fields. 
Courage  !   'tis  but  a  little  while 
Satan  his  weapon  wields  I 

y  "A  little  while,"  dear  mourners, — 
Ye  wee])  in  darkness  now  ; 
Look  up  !   for  in  the  low'ring  cloud 
God  plants  His  bright'ning  bow  ! 

10  "A  little  while,"  dear  toilers. 

Sow  on  with  patient  care ; 
He  cometh — then  the  harvest. 

When  ye  His  sheaves  shall  share. 

11  "A  little," — Jesus  knocketh, 

O  ye  who  hear  His  call. 
Open  to  Him  your  heart's  door. 
There's  room  enough  for  all ! 

12  "A  little,"— ah:   how  little. 

May  be  (lod's  waiting-time  : 

O  brethren,  dear,  dear  bri-threu 

Heed  now  the  gospel  chime. 

l.'i   "A  little," — and  heaven's  glory 

Christ's  faithful  ones  shall  crown  ; 
Their  joy  be  perfect  in  His  love. 
His  smile  their  cares  shall  drown  I 

cr.niLIA    IIAVERIIAL. 

(Niece  of  Fraucca  R.  IlaTergal. 


REVIVE  THY  WORK. 

1  O  Lord,  Thy  work  revive, 

Li  Zion's  gloomy  hour. 
And  make  her  dying  graces  live 
By  Thy  restoring  power. 

2  Awake  Thy  chosen  few 

To  fervent,  earnest  prayer ; 
Again  may  they  their  vows  renew, 
Thy  blessed  })resence  share. 

3  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak 

'riirongh  lips  of  feeble  clay, 
And  hearts  of  adamant  will  l)reak, 
And  rebels  will  obey. 

4  Lord,  lend  Tliy  gracious  ear ; 

Oh  I    listen  to  our  cry  ; 
Oh!   come  and  liring  salvation  here: 
Our  hopes  on  Thee  rely. 

ruoKBE  n.  nnnwK. 
INuJ  UhL 


112 


WOMAN  IN  SACKED  SONG. 


EVEN    ME.    No.  1. 


EVEN    ME,    No.  2. 


In  the  year  18G8  or  '9  the  fuUowiug  note  was  read  at  one  of  the  large 
uriiou  jirayiT  muctiugs  in  tlie  First  rresbytcrian  church,  (().  .S.)  Rocheeter, 
St  one  o(  K.  r.  llanimonj  b  mectliign. 

.Mr.  H  .—Thank  you  (or  ghigiiit'  tliat  hymn,  "  Evex  Me,"  for  It  was 
the  Bliigiug  of  that  h)-uiii  that  lias  saved  me.  I  was  a  lost  woman,  a 
wicked  mother.  I  have  stolen,  and  lied,  and  heen  so  bad  to  my  ilear 
little  innocjnt  chilcben.  I  have  no  friend.  I  have  attended  your  int|uiry 
ni-'etinij's,  hut  no  one  came  U>  me  o'l  account  of  the  crowd,  so  I  went 
away  always  wretched  —  lost  But  Saturday  afternoon,  at  the  First 
Presbyterian  Church,  when  they  all  sung  those  beautiful  wonls,  "  Let 
some  dropiiingA  fall  on  me,  in  hlessing  others,  O  bless  me,  even  me," 
it  seemed  to  rcich  my  very  soul.  I  thought  Jesus  can  accept  me,  "even 
ME,"  a  bad.  wic'ced,  pa.s.'iionat*  mother;  and  it  bronght  me  to  His  feet, 
anil  I  feel  my  burden  of  sin  removed.  .Tesushas  accepted  ME.  EVE.v  ME. 
Can  you  wonder  that  I  love  tho.sc  words,  or  love  to  hear  them  sung? 
Ah  !  may  I  too  sing  them  when  He  shall  take  nie  before  His  throne  at 
the  last  and  accept  EVEN  ME.    God  bless  you.    Yours  truly. 

A  Convert. 


1  Lorrl,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing 

Thou  art  Kc:itteriii<i  full  and  free; 
Showers  the  thir.sty  laud  refreshing, 

Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me — Even  me. 

2  Pass  me  not,  O  God,  my  Father, 

Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be, 
Thou  might'st  leave  me,  but  the  rather, 
Let  Thy  mercy  light  ou  me — Even  me. 

3  Pa.ss  me  not,  O  gracious  Saviour, 

Let  nie  live  and  cling  to  Thee ; 
Fain  I'm  longing  for  Thy  favor; 

Whilst  Thou'rt  calling,  call  for  me — Even  me. 

4  Pass  me  not,  O  mighty  Spirit, 

Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see ; 
Witnesses  of  Jesus'  merit, 

Speak  the  word  of  power  to  me — Even  me. 

5  Love  of  Gwl,  so  pure  and  changeless, 

Blood  of  Christ,  so  rich  and  free ; 
Grace  of  (iod,  so  rich  and  boundless, 
Magnify  it  all  in  me — Even  me. 

<■)  Pass  me  not.  Thy  lost  one  bringing ; 
Hind  my  heart,  O  Lord,  to  Tliee ; 
Whilst  the  streams  of  life  are  springing, 
Blessmg  others,  Oh  !  bless  me — Even  me, 

IXIZABETQ  CODNEJl, 


'  He  hath  put  a  new  song  in  my  mouth,  even  praise  unto  our  God."— P.  zl :  X 


(Tune—"  Lord,  I  hear  of  showers  of  bleating.'^ 


1   Lord  !  to  Thee  my  heart  ascending, 
For  Thy  mercy  full  and  free. 
Sings  its  thanks  for  grace  transcending, 
Grace  vouchsafed  to  sinful  me — Even  me. 


2  Holy  Father !  who  with  yearning 
Of  eternal  love,  didst  see 
This  poor  blind  one's  evil  turning. 

Thou  didst  give  Thy  Son  for  me — Even  me. 


3  Precious  Saviour !  gr§at  Redeemer ! 

Praise,  eternal  praise  to  Thee  ! 
Though  so  long  a  wandering  sinner. 

Thou  hast  kindly  welcomed  me — Even  me. 

4  And  to  Thee,  O  mighty  Spirit, 

Blessing  shall  forever  be  ; 
Witnessing  of  Jesus'  merit, 

Thou  hast  brought  sweet  peace  to  me — Even  me. 


5  But  I'm  lost  in  joyful  wondering, 
And  I  say — Oh  !  can  it  be, 
That  there  will  be  no  more  sundering 

'Twixt  my  blessed  Lord  and  me? — Even  me. 


6  Can  it  be  that  I,  an  alien, 

Now  a  child  shall  ever  be? 
Can  it  be  that,  all  forgiven. 

Glory  is  prepared  for  me  ? — Even  me. 


Yes  I  for  Jesus  liveth  ever. 

And  His  blood  hath  made  me  free; 
From  His  love  no  foe  can  sever, 


€l\}nM\  Cohor. 


For  He  gave  Himself  for  me- 


-Even  me. 


While  In  Weston  super  Mary.  England,  it  was  my  privilege  t,o  meet  with 
Mm.  (,'"dner,  the  esteemed  author  of  the  well  known  hymn,  "Even  Me." 
She  W!Ui  grateful  to  (i<Kl  when  she  learned  how  much  it  bad  been  blessed 
in  the  United  SUUis  She  very  kindly  gave  me,  at  that  time,  Uie  follow- 
ing hymn,  mv.r  »»-f.ire  in  print,  which  will  )>e  found  expressive  of  the 
Jiiyful  (culiugs  of  those  who  iu  sorrow  have  suiig  "  Eves  Me." 

E.   P.   H.VMMOND. 


8  Lord  !  I  thank  Thee  for  salvation, 
Grace  so  mighty  and  so  free ; 
Take  my  all  in  consecration. 

Glorify  Thyself  iu  me — Even  me. 


ilizauetu  codnek,  1867. 


pi:  AY  Ell  FOli  JIEVIVALS. 


li:i 


PENITENCE. 

Hosea   xiv:  1. 
C.  M. 
(Tunc— ".li'oH.") 

1  O  Thou,  whose  tt'iuk'r  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  luinibie  sigli  ; 
"Whose  liuiul  incUiii^ent  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ; — 

2  See,  Lord,  before  Thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  waniU-rer  mourn  : 
Hast  Thou  not  hid  me  seek  Thy  face  ? 
Hast  Tlion  not  said — "  Return  ?" 

3  An<l  sliali  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  Thy  feet  ? 
Oh  I  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
Tliis  only  safe  retieat  I 

4  Oil  I  shine  on  this  henigiited  heart. 

With  l)eams  of  mercy  siiine ! 
And  let  Thy  healing  voice  impart 
The  sense  of  joy  divine. 

ANNE  BTEELB. 

JESUS  MY  ALL. 

1  Lord,  at  Thv  mercy-seat 

Humbly  i  fall;  ' 
Pleading  Thy  promise  sweet, 

Lord,  hear  my  call  ; 
Now  let  Thy  work  begin, 
Oh  !  make  nie  pure  within, 
Cleanse  me  from  every  sin, — 

Jesus,  my  all. 

2  Hark  !  how  the  words  of  love 

Tenderly  fall, 
E'en  to  the  realms  above. 

Heard  is  my  call ; 
Now  every  doubt  has  flown, 
IJroken  my  heart  of  stone, 
Lord,  I  am  Thine  alone, 

Jesus,  my  all. 

3  Still  at  Thv  niercv-seat 

Humbly" I  fall  ;' 
Pleading  Thy  promise  sweet, 

Heard  is  my  call. 
Faith  wings  my  soul  to  Thee ; 
This  all  my  hope  shall  be, 
Jesus  has  died  for  me, 

Jesus,  my  all. 

FANST   C.  VAy  ALKTYNE. 
By  per,  Messrs,  Biglow  i  Main. 


LOVE  DIVINE. 

And  canst  thou,  sinner  I  slight 
The  call  of  love  divine  ? 

Shall  (lod,  with  tenderness,  invite, 
And  <:aiu  uo  thought  of  ihiiie? 


2  Wilt  ihon  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Sjtirit  from  thy  lireast, 
'Jill  He  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave 
AN'iili  all  thy  sins  opinessed? 

3  T(Mlay,  a  pardoning  (lod 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  prav  ; 
To-^^ly.  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

ANN    BHAbLKV    IIVIiE. 
liicd  1872. 

THE  CHURCH  AND  HER  FOE. 

1  Where  art  thou,  O  thou  church  of  God  ? 

Thou  hast  at  ease  lain  down. 
Thy  sword  grown  rusty  in  its  sheath. 
Yet  dreaming  of  thy  crown  ! 

2  Thou  sleepest,  hut  a  sleepless  foe 

Defiant  o'er  thee  stands  ; 
Fresh  from  the  fray,  thy  brothers'  blood 
Is  red  upon  his  hands. 

3  His  tortured  cajuives  are  thy  sons, 

They  cry  out  for  release  ; 
What  ails  thee,  O  thou  church  of  God, 
That  thou  shoulds't  hold  thy  peace  ? 

4  Thy  holy  Sabbaths  arc  his  jest, 

Thy  Christ  his  lips  blaspheme  ; 
On  a  deaf  ear  his  curses  fall, 
They  do  not  break  thy  dream. 

5  The  helmet  from  thy  brow  is  loosed, 

Thine  arm  unnerved  and  weak  ; 
Thy  very  voice  is  hushed  ;   thou  art 
Like  one  afraid  to  speak. 

6  Or,  if  thy  lips  have  moved,  thy  words 

Have  power  and  fervor  lacked  ; 
Sin  fears  no  threat,  God  hears  no  prayer 
Of  men  who  dare  not  act. 

7  Awake  I  awake,  O  church  of  God  I 

At  last  thy  danger  see  ! 
Fight  as  thou  hast  not  fought  before, 
And  God  will  fight  for  thee  ! 

8  In  all  the  fearlessness  of  faith, 

Tread  thine  opponents  down  ; 
But  think  not  with  a  sheathed  sword 
To  win  a  coucpieror's  crown  I 

MARIAN   DorOLAS- 


AWAKE,    MY    SOUL. 

L.   M. 

(Tunc— "DHiY  SIrfft.") 

1  Aw.ake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes  ; 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array,  a  numerous  host  ; 
Awake,  my  soul  I  or  thou  art  lost. 


Ill 


WUMAIf  IN  SACRED  SONU. 


2  S<c  where  rebellious  passions  rago, 
And  (icrce  desires  iuicl  lusts  engage  ; 
The  niciiiiest  foe  ol'  all  tlie  train 

Has  tliousands  and  ton  thousands  slain. 

3  Tiiou  treadest  on  enchanted  ground : 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round  ; 
IJeware  of  all,  guard  every  part-^ 
But  most  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

4  The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 

Tile  |)o\vers  of  earth,  and  powers  of  hell ; 
Tile  Man  of  Calvary  trinmplied  here  : 
AVhy  sliould  His  faitliful  followers  fear  ? 

5  Come  then,  my  soul  I  now  learn  to  wield 
The  weiglit  of  thiue  immortal  shield  ; 
Put  on  the  armor,  from  above, 

Of  heavenly  truth,  ami  heavenly  love. 

ANN   L.    BARBAULn. 

SOUL    LONGING. 

1  I  come  to  Thee,  O  God, 

All  weariness  and  sin. 
From  underneath  Thy  chastening  rod — 
Oh  I  make  me  pure  within. 

2  Father  of  light  and  love  ; 

Unworthy  tliough  I  be  ; 
Send  from  Tiiy  heavenly  home  above, 
Some  blessing  now  on  me. 

3  Longer  I  cannot  live, 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ; 
A  l)lessing  now,  I  pray  Tiiee  give, 
My  longing  soul  to  sate. 

4  Only  Thy  love  divine 

Can  joy  and  peace  impart, 
Let  me  be  Thine  ;  entirely  Thine, 
And  joy  shall  fill  my  heart. 

MISS   MARTHA   M.    TITOH. 

Born  AprU  18,  1810,  Green,  N.  Y. 
Glean,  New  York,  Dec.  17.  1882. 

HEAVENLY    ASPIRATIONS. 

2  Cor.  iv:  18. 
C.  M. 

'  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly, 


1  Oil 
Above  these  gloomy  shades, 

To  those  bright  worlds,  beyond  the  sky, 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! — 

2  There  joys  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever-blooming  prosi)ects  rise. 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

3  Lord  I  s(Mid  a  beam  of  light  divine, 

To  guide  our  upwanl  aim  ; 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  Thine, 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  Oh  I  then,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  hope  shall  ri.se 
To  thos(!  iuigiit  sctJiies,  where  pleasures  spring 
Immortal  in  tlie  skies. 

ANNE  .STIC  KLE. 


THE   STREAM    IN    THE    DESERT 

"The  Lord  8|>ake  unto  Moses,  Gather  the  pcoiilc  together,  and  I 
will  give  ttieiu  water. 

"  Then  Israel  sang  this  song.  Spring  up,  0  well :  sing  ye  unto 
it."- -Numbers  xxi:  16,  17. 

1  From  the  parched  bo.som  of  the  desert  bursting. 

Spring  forth,  O  stream,  to  bless  us  on  our  way  ; 
Revive  our  fainting  spirits,  cheer  the  thirsting, 
Spring  forth  I  and  let  thy  crystal  waters  play. 

2  Flow  on  rejoicing,  through  the  deep  wilds  wending. 

Till  the  green  herb  shall  blossom  on  thy  brink. 
And  wild  gazelles  o'er  thy  bright  bosom  bending. 
Shall  (piatl  from  thee  their  cool  refreshing  drink. 

3  Roll  on  I  not  long  we  pitch  our  tents  beside  thee, 

Pure  fountain  for  our  fainting  s|)irits  made  ! 
Yet  He  who  bade  thee  flow  can  lill  and  guide  thee. 
When  far  from  thee  our  pilgrim  feet  have  strayed. 

4  Still  on  thy  waters  may  the  .sunshine  quiver, 

And  the  mild  moon  shed  down  her  silver  light. 
Till  with  the  billows  of  some  ancient  river 
Thy  sparkling  treasures  mingle  and  unite. 

5  Thus  spake  the  Hebrcw-s,  in  the  desert  singing. 

Asking  in  faith  what  (iod  design'd  to  give, 
And  the  glad  water  from  the  dry  sands  springing 
Burst  forth,  and  bade  the  dying  pilgrims  live. 

JE.SSrE  (i.   M'CARTEE.       ' 

Goshen,  New  York.  1841. 

CONSECRATION. 

1  Jesus,  source  of  liglit  divine, 

Clean.se I  Oh,  cleanse  this  heart  of  mine: 

Purify  from  every  sin. 

Make  thy  dwelling  here  within. 

2  Give  me  light  from  heaven  to  see 
All  that  Thou  would  have  me  be; 
Make  me  know  the  heavenly  way — 
Never  let  me  from  Thee  stray. 

3  May  Thy  truth  me  purify. 
Teach  me  how  to  live  and  die : 
From  all  bondage  set  me  free, 
Let  me  find  mv  all  in  Thee. 


MRS.   WINSLOW. 


NOT   YOUR    OWN 

"  Not  your  own,"  but  His  ye  are. 

Who  hath  paid  a  price  untold 
For  your  life,  exceeding  far 

All  earth's  store  of  gems  and  gold. 
With  the  precious  blood  of  Christ, 
Ransom-treasure  all  unpriced, 
Full  redemption  is  procured. 
Free  salvation  is  assured. 
"  Not  your  own,"  but  His  by  right. 

His  peculiar  treasure  now. 
Fair  and  jirccious  in  His  sight. 

Purchased  jewels  for  His  brow. 
H<;  will  keep  what  thus  He  sought, 
.Safely  guard  the  dearly  bought, 
Cherish  that  which  He  did  choose, 
Always  love  and  never  lose. 


RENUNCIA  TIUN  OF  THE  WullLD. 


Uo 


3  "  Not  your  own,"  but  His,  tlic  King, 

His,  the  Lord  of  earth  and  sky  ; 
His  to  whom  arohapgels  bring 

Homage  deep  and  praises  liigli. 
Wiiat  can  royal  birth  bestow, 
Or  the  proudest  titles  show  ? 
Can  such  dignity  be  known 
As  the  glorious  name,  "  His  Own  ?  " 

4  "  Not  your  owu,"  to  Him  ye  owe 

All  your  life  and  all  your  love. 
Live  that  ye  His  p/aise  may  sliow, 

Who  is  yet  all  praise  above. 
Every  day  and  every  hour, 
P^very  giit  and  every  power 
Consecrate  to  Him  alone, 
Wiio  hath  claimed  you  for  His  own. 

0  Teach  us,  Master,  how  to  give 

All  we  have  and  are  to  Thee  ; 
Grant  us.  Saviour,  while  we  live, 

Wholly,  only.  Thine  to  be. 
Henceforth  be  our  calling  high, 
Tliee  to  serve  and  glorify  ; 
Ours  no  longer,  but  Thine  own. 
Thine  forever.  Thine  alone. 

FRA>-CES   IIIDLEY    UATEUGAL. 

TAKE   THINE  OWN    WAY. 

1  Take  Tiiine  own  way  with  me,  di'ar  Lord, 

Thou  canst  not  otherwise  than  bless  ; 
I  launch  me  forth  upon  a  sea 

Ot  boundless  love  and  teuderness. 

2  I  would  not  choose  a  larger  bliss 

Than  to  be  wholly  Thine  ;  and  mine 
A  will  whose  highest  joy  is  this, 
So  ceaselessly  unclasp  in  Thine. 

3  I  will  not  fear  Thee,  0  my  God  ; 

The  days  to  come  can  only  bring 
Their  perfect  secjueuces  of  love, 
Thy  larger,  deeper  comforting. 

4  Then  may  Thy  perfect,  glorious  will 

Be  evermore  fulfilled  iu  me. 
And  make  my  life  an  answering  chord 
Of  glad,  responsive  harmony. 

5  We  fear  this  wondrous  rule  of  Thine, 

Because  we  have  not  reached  Thy  heart. 
Not  venturing  our  all  on  Thee 

We  may  not  know  how  good  Thou  art. 

JEAN  SOPDIA  PIOOTT. 

PURER    IN    HEART. 

68  aud  48.  d. 
(Tune.—"  Srarrr,  mil  Ood.  to  Thtt.") 

1   Purer  in  heart,  O  God, 

Help  me  to  be  ; 

May  I  devote  my  life 

Wholly  to  Thee. 
Watch  Thou  my  wayward  feet. 
Guide  me  with  counsel  sweet ; 
Purer  in  heart 
Help  me  to  be. 


2  Purer  in  heart,  O  (Jo<l, 

Help  me  to  l)e  ; 
Teach  me  to  do  Tiiy  will 

Most  lovingly. 
lie  Thou  my  Friend  and  Guide, 
Let  me  with  Thee  abide  ; 

Purer  in  heart 
Help  me  to  be. 

3  Purer  in  heart,  O  God, 

Helj)  me  to  be  ; 
That  I  Thy  holy  face 

One  day  may  see. 
Keep  me  from  secret  sin, 
Reign  Thou  my  soul  within  ; 

Purer  in  heart 
Help  me  to  be. 

mm.  A.   L.   IIAVIHON. 

SET  APART. 

1  Sot  apart  for  Jesus  ! 

Is  not  this  enough, 
Though  this  desert  [irospect 

0()en  wild  and  rough  f 
Set  apart  for  His  delight. 

Chosen  for  His  holy  pleasure. 

Sealed  to  be  His  special  treasure ; 

Could  we  choose  a  nobler  joy  f 
And  would  we  if  we  mi'dit  ? 

O 

2  Set  aj)art  to  love  Him, 

And  His  love  to  know ; 
Not  to  waste  affection 

On  a  passing  show. 
Called  to  give  Him  life  and  heart. 

Called  to  pour  the  hidden  treasure. 

That  none  other  claims  to  measure 

Into  His  beloved  hand  I 
Thrice  blessed  "  set  apart." 

MIS.S  F.   B.    IIAVERdAU 

TO  THEE,  O  GOD,  MY  PRAYER  ASCENDS. 

1  To  Thee,  O  God,  my  |)rayer  ascends, 

But  not  for  golden  stores  ; 
Nor  covet  I  the  brightest  gems 
That  shine  on  eastern  shores  ; 

2  Nor  that  deluding,  empty  joy, 

^len  call  a  mighty  name  ; 
Nor  greatness,  with  its  jiride  and  state, 
My  restless  thoughts  inflame  : 

3  Nor  pleasure's  fascinating  charms 

My  fond  desires  allure; 
But  nobler  things  than  these  from  Thee 
My  wishes  wouM  secure. 

4  The  faith  and  lio]>e  of  things  misecn 

My  best  affections  move  — 
Thy  light.  Thy  favor,  an»l  Thy  smiles, 


Thine  everlastinji  love. 


LLIZAOrru    ROWS. 

KiigbuuL 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


RENOUNCING   THE   WORLD. 

1  Tlic  iniiid  was  formwl  to  mount  sublime, 
Ik-yoiid  the  narrow  bounds  of  time, 

To  everlasting  tilings ; 
But  oartlily  vapors  dim  iier  siglit, 
And  hang,  witii  cold  oppressive  weight, 
Upon  iier  dro. toting  wings. 

2  Bright  scenes  of  bliss, — unclouded  skies, 
Invite  my  soul ; — Oh  I  could  I  rise. 

Nor  leave  a  thought  below, 
I'd  bid  farewell  to  anxious  care. 
And  say,  to  every  tempting  snare, — 

Heaven  calls,  and  I  must  go  : — 

3  Heaven  calls, — and  can  I  yet  delay? 
Can  auglit  on  earth  engage  my  stay  ? 

Ah  I   wretched,  lingering  heart ! 
Come,  Lord  I   with  strength,  and  life,  and  light, 
Assist  and  guide  my  upward  flight, 

And  bid  the  world  depart. 

ANNB  HTEKLE, 

LOVE    NOT    THE    WORLD. 

"Fur  wbat  is  a  man  profited  if  he  shall  gain  the  whole  world,   and 
lose  hisowu  soul?" 

1  AVhy  should  we  covet  the  joy  of  a  day, 
Things  that  will  fade  in  a  moment  away  ; 
Toiling  for  wealth  and  its  honors  to  gain, 
Why  are  we  living  for  trifles  so  vain  ? 

Clio. — Trust  not  the  world  in  its  beauty  arrayed. 
Though  at  our  feet  all  its  treasures  be  laid ; 
What  would  it  profit  its  wealth  to  control ; 
What  can  we  give  in  exchange  for  the  soul  ? 

2  We  have  no  promise  that  fame  will  endure; 

Splendor  will  never  our  pardon  secure ; 
Gold  cannot  brighten  the  gloom  of  the  grave ; 
Only  the  merits  of  Jesus  can  save. 

3  Blessed  are  they  who  are  lowly  in  heart , 
They  who,  like  Mary,  have  chosen  their  part; 
Learning  of  Jesus,  their  Master  above. 
Lessons  of  patieuce,  of  meekness,  and  love. 

MKS.    VAN-  ALSTYNE. 

By  permission  Philip  Phillips, 

CHRIST   ALL    IN    ALL. 

1  Thou  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart. 

My  Refuge,  my  almighty  Friend, 
How  can  my  soul  from  Thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  ? 

2  Whither,  ah!  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wand'rer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  tliis  dark  world  of  sin  and  woe 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 

3  Thy  name  my  inmost  powers  adore, 

Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care; 
Depart  from  Thee  I — 'tis  death — 'tis  more — 
'Tis  endless  ruin — deep  despair  I 


4  Low  at  Thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie. 

Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine  ; 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  Thine  eye. 
For  life,  eternal  life,  is  Thine. 

ANNE  STEELK. 

RESIGNATION. 

1  Father !  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sov'reign  will  denies  ; 
Accepted  at  Thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  2ietitiou  rise  ; 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  ev'ry  nmrmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart, 
And  let  me  live  to  Thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  Thou  art  mine. 

My  life  and  death  attend. 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine. 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 


ANXE  STEELE. 


THY   WILL    BE    DONE. 

1  My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray. 
Far  from  my  home,  in  life's  rough  way, 
Oh !  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, — 

"  Thy  will  be  done." 

2  Though  dark  my  path,  and  sad  my  lot. 
Let  me  "  be  still  "  and  murmur  not ; 
Or  breathe  the  jjrayer,  divinely  taught, 

"  Thy  will  be  done." 

3  What  though  in  lonely  grief  I  sigh 
For  friends  beloved,  no  longer  nigh  ? 
Submissive  still,  I  would  reply, 

"  Thy  will  be  done." 

4  If  Thou  shouldst  call  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  ])rize,  it  ne'er  was  mine  : 
I  only  yield  Thee  what  was  Thine ; 

"  Thy  will  be  done." 
0  Should  j)ining  sickness  waste  away 
My  life  in  premature  decay. 
My  Father !  still  I  strive  to  say, 
"  Thy  will  be  done." 
G  If  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
AVith  Thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest, 
My  God !  to  Thee  I  leave  the  rest, 
''Thy  will  be  done." 

7  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day  ; 
Blend  it  with  Thine,  and  take  awaj' 
All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  sav, 

"  Thy  will  be  done." 

8  Then  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more 
The  prayer  half  mixed  with  tears  before, 
I'll  sing  upon  a  liapjiier  shore, 

"  Thy  will  be  done." 

CBAIiLOTTE   ELLIOT. 


RENUNCIATION  UF  THE  WOULD. 


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3nn:i  f  atliti:i  Maring. 


Jiarrift  Jifffhrr  .^lohif. 


Anna  I.actitia  Waring  ia  the  author  of  many  hymns  and  a  vnlnmo 
entitled.  "Hynms  anil  Moditutions."  |Hibli8licd  in  1850.  The  follnwini; 
piece,  tivlien  from  ttiitt  volume,  will  be  known  wlierever  £nt;tish  Hymns 
circulate. 

MY    TIMES    ARE    IN  THY    HAND. 

I 

1  Failici',  I  know  tlial  all  my  lite 

Is  portioiu'd  out  tor  inc. 
And  till'  cliaiiiics  tliat  are  sure  to  coino 

I  do  not  tVar  to  see  ; 
But  I  a.sk  Tlii'i'  for  a  patient  mind, 

Intent  on  pleasing  'I'liee. 

2  I  ask  Tliee  for  a  thoughtful  love, 

Through  eoiistant  watching  wise, 
To  meet  the  glad  with  jovful  smiles, 

And  wipe  tiie  weeping  eyes  ; 
And  a  lieart  at  leisure  from  itself, 

To  soothe  and  sympathize. 
0   I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 

Tliat  hurries  to  and  fro. 
Seeking  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 

Or  secret  thing  to  know  ; 
I  would  he  treated  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  I  go. 

4  Wherever  in  the  world  I  am, 

In  whatsoe'er  estate, 
\  have  a  fellowship  with  hearts 

To  keep  and  cultivate. 
And  a  work  of  lowly  love  to  do 

For  the  Lord  on  whom  I  wait. 

5  So  I  ask  Thee  for  the  daily  strength, 

To  none  that  ask  denii'd. 
And  a  mind  to  hlend  w  ith  outward  life 

While  keejiing  at  Thy  side; 
Content  to  till  a  litlle  space. 

If  Thou  be  glorilied. 
tj  And  if  some  things  I  <lo  not  ask 

111  my  cup  of  hiessiug  he, 
I  would  have  my  s|)irit  filled  the  more 

With  grateful  love  to  Thee; 
And  careful — less  to  serve  Thee  much 

Than  to  please  Thee  perfectly. 

I  I 
1    There  are  hriars  hesi-ttiug  every  path, 
That  call  for  |iatient  care; 
There  is  a  cross  in  every  lot. 

And  an  earnest  nerd  for  prayer  ; 
I'jut  ihe  lowly  heart  that  leans  on  Thee 
I .  happy  everywhere. 
■J    l;i  a  service  which    I  hy  will  appoints, 
There  ai'c  no  honds  for  nic  ; 
For  my  inmost  heart  is  taught  "the  truth," 

That  makes  Thy  chihlnn  "free," 
And  a  life  of  self-renouueiiig  love 
Is  a  life  of  liberty. 

ANNA    I..    WARINd. 


Ilarript  Elizabeth  IV'echer  wm  lK>m  at  T.ltcliflild,  f'onn..  June  II, 
1811.  Sue  in  the  dauiihler  of  the  Kcv.  Lyuiau  Uvecher,  who.  it  iaclalmed, 
iniiuinu'au.'d  the  tenijierance  reform.  l{e  waa  a  man  of  ^rrat  rni  r^y  and 
moral  courage,  and  IiIk  daughter,  the  author  of  the  world  renowucd 
"l.'ncle  Tom's  C'ahin."  inherited  thise  clmractfrlm ic«.  to)tether  with  the 
rem  irkahly  kwn  Intellect  anil  suave.  ch.irital>l  j>I.s;> mUion  of  her  acuiui- 
lilished  Christian  mother.  At  the  a(,'c  of  12  yeani. slie  wrote  nu  luyou 
tne  suriji-ct  -'•(Ian  the  Immnrt^Uity  of  th--s.>ul  l.e  pp >ve<l  hy  th .'  lijshtnf 
natureT'  In  lS3(>8he  was  married  to  Calvin  K.  .Stuwe.  IVofesaor  of  liihll- 
cal  Criticisiu  and  Orieutiil  Literature  iu  Lane,  and  later  iu  Anduvir, 
Seminary. 

She  has  written  various  books,  among  which  arc  "House  and  Home 
Papers,"  setting  forth  the  practical,  domestic,  womanly  nature  of  this 
talented  woman,  "The  Minister's  Wm)in;r,"  "N'ina  Oordon,"  "Agues  of 
Sorrento,"  "Old  Town  Folks,"  "The  Pearl  of  Orr's  Island, "  ic  ,  4c,  but 
none  seem  to  have  tiiken  such  a  hold  upon  the  public  heart  us  "I'nclo 
Tom's  Cabin,"  which  has  been  published  in  19  different  languages  Sti 
well  was  this  work  known  in  Eurojie  that  on  the  occoiiion  of  her  visit 
abroad  in  1353,  it  obtained  for  her  an  enthusiastic  rixeptlon  in  Gnat 
liritain.  On  hi'r  return  to  America  slie  wrote  a  charming  chronicle  - 
"Suruiy  Memories  of  Foreign  Lamls."  Later  came  a  volume  of  n'ligioiis 
poems  and  hymns,  'full  of  pure  aspiration  ami  unfa'.t  'ringfait!i." 

Her  well-known  'Knocking!  Knocking!  Whoistherer' is  oneof  themr.st 
tender  and  touching  of  hymns  by  American  woman.  "Pogauuc  Pe<iple'* 
is  her  latest  work.  Of  herself  she  says:—  "I  am  seventy. two  ycuni 
old.  and  am  now  more  interest<'d  in  the  other  side  of  Jordan  than  this, 
though  earth  still  hasita  pleasures." 


ABIDE  IN  ME.  AND  I  IN  YOU. 

1  That  mystic  word  of  Thine,  O  sovereign  Lord! 

Is  all  too  pure,  too  high,  too  deep  for  me  ; 
"Weary  of  striving,  and  with  longing  faint, 
I  breathe  it  back  again  iu  prayer  to  Thee. 

2  Abide  in  me.  T  pray,  and  T  in  Thee; 

From  this  good  hour.  Oh!   leave  me  nevermore  ! 
Then  shall  the  discord  cease,  the  wound  be  healed, 
The  life-loiij;  bleeding  of  the  soul  be  o'er. 

3  Abide  in  me  ;   o'ershadow  by  Thy  love 

Each  half-formed  purpose  and  dark  thought  of  sin  ; 
Quencli  ere  it  rise  e;i''h  .seKish,  low  desire. 

And  keep  my  soul  as  Thine,  calm  and  divine. 

4  As  some  rare  perfume,  in  a  va.se  of  chiy. 

Pervades  it  with  a  fragrance  not  its  ow  u, 
So,  when  Thou  dwellest  in  a  mortal  soul. 

All  heaven's  own  sweetne.ss  seems  around  it  ilimw n. 

5  The  soul  alone,  like  a  neglected  harp. 

Grows  out  of  tune,  and  needs  that  Hand  ili\ine; 
Dwell  Thou  within  it,  tune  and  touch  the  chords, 
Till  every  note  and  string  shall  answer  Thine. 

G  AhUle  in  me:  there  have  been  moments  pure 

When  I  have  seen  Thy  fa<'e  and  bit  Thy  power; 
Then  evil  lost  its  grasp,  and  |)assiou,  hushed. 
Owned  the  di\iue  I'lichantmeiit  of  the  hour. 

7  These  wert'  but  seasons,  beautiful  and  rare; 
Abide  in  me,  and  they  shall  ever  be  : 
I  prav  Thee  now,  fullil  my  ••ariiest  prayer — 
Come  and  abide  in  me,  ami  I  in  Thee. 

UAJtKirr    BKUIIKR   omWK. 


IIH 


WOMAN  IN  S ACHED  SONG. 


PERFECT   PEACE. 

1  Prin('<>  of  poaco,  control  my  will  ; 
Hid  lliis  stru<ri;liiiir  licart  be  slill  ; 
15i(l  my  IVars  and  doiditiiiifs  ri-asc, 
Hush  my  si)irit  into  ])i'ac('. 

2  Tliou  hast  l)t)nght  mc  witii  Thy  hlood, 
Opt^ned  wide  tho  gate  to  God  : 
Peace  I  ask — hut  peace  must  be, 
Lord,  in  being  one  witii  Thee. 

3  May  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done; 
May  Thy  will  and  mine  be  one  : 
Chase  these  doublings  from  my  heart; 
Now  Thy  ])erfect  peace  impart. 

4  Saviour,  at  Thy  feet  I  fall  ; 
Thou  my  Life,  my  (iod,  my  All  ! 
Let  Thy  hai)py  servant  be 

One  for  evermore  with  Thee  ! 

MAKY    A.    ».    nAItBER. 

COMFORT    IN    THE    PROMISES. 

1  O  God,  to  Thee  we  raise  our  eyes  ; 

Calm  resignation  we  implore  ; 
Oh  !  let  no  murmuring  thought  arise, 
But  humbly  let  us  still  adore. 

2  With  meek  submission  may  we  bear 

Each  needful  cross  Thou  shalt  ordain  : 
Nor  think  our  trials  too  severe, 
Nor  dare  Thy  justice  to  arraign. 

3  For  though  mysterious  now  Thy  ways 

To  erring  mortals  may  appear. 
Hereafter  we  Thy  name  shall  ])raise, 
For  all  our  keenest  sufferings  here. 

4  Thy  needful  help,  O  God,  afford, 

Nor  let  us  sink  in  deep  despair; 
Aid  us  to  trust  Thy  sacred  word. 

And  find  our  sweetest  comfort  there. 

CnAKLOTTE    RICHAUDSOX. 

PRAYER  FOR  THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

1  Teach  me,  O  Life  Divine,  to  live 

So  that  my  soul  may  be 
A  fair,  sweet  chamber,  ready  made 

Thy  dwelling-place  to  be  ; 
Furnished  with  pure  and  holy  thoughts, 
Like  draperies  white  and  clean. 
With  lo\'e  to  Thee  and  love  to  man. 

With  hope  and  peace  serene. 

2  So  let  my  life  be  blent  with  Thine, 

III  one  sweet  bundle  bound, 
Tiiat  jov  may  flow  tiiro'  every  vein 

And  Ileal  each  aciiing  wound. 
So  let  'I'liy  pr(!s(uic(!  fill  my  soul. 
That  thro'  my  silent  hours 
Celestial  harmuiiies  may  roll, 

Caught  from  the  u]>i)er  bowers. 


3  So  breath  into  my  very  Life 

Tlu;  effluence  divine. 
That  holiness  and  truth  and  good, 

]\Iay  thro'  my  being  shine  ; 
Thus  shall  I  live  and  move  in  Thee, 
With  Thee  Thy  being  share. 
Till  one  with  Thee,  the  only  Life, 

Mv  soul  Thine  image  bear. 


SUSAN    V.  ALunicn. 
BoHton  Muss.,  1883. 

girs.  Sliirir  %  f  cnbilt. 

Mrs.  Leavitt  was  born  in  1829,  at  Vernon.  Ind.  Although  she  has 
written  <iuite  t-xUir.sively  on  a  variety  of  topics,  she  is  most  happy  and 
effectivein  MissionaryanilTcmpcTauceliteraturo.  In  these dopiirtnicnts 
of  tliis  vohime,  she  is  well  represented.  She  is  an  indomitable  worker 
in  the  reform  movements  of  to-d.ay.  and  one  of  the  acknowledged  lead- 
ers in  Temperance  and  Missionary  work. 

ELISHA    AT    DOTHAN. 

2d  Kings  vi :   8-18. 

1  Though  all  around  Heaven's  guards  are  set, 

When  j)0wers  of  unbelief  assail, 
Hid  are  their  shining  cohorts  yet. 
Till  faith  illumes  or  lifts  the  vail. 

2  We  see,  around  our  Dothan  wall. 

No  heaven-sent  convoy  sweeping  down, 
But  only  helmed  archers  tall 

And  marshaled  might  of  Syria's  crown  ! 

3  To  doubt's  dull  car,  no  help  seems  near, 

Tho'  all  the  air  thrills  with  the  sound 
Of  wafted  wings,  which  earthward  bear 
The  angel  hosts  encamping  round  I 

4  O  tear-dimmed  eye,  that  cannot  see, 

From  out  fear's  frowning  mountain  side, 
How  love  beams  back  its  light  to  thee 
'Till  all  the  mount  is  glorified. 

5  O  fearful  one,  to  you  is  lost 

The  fiery  chariot's  wondrous  light ! 
To  you,  the  gleaming,  mighty  host 

Shining  "neath  shadows  of  your  night! 

6  Oh  I  that  some  golden  morning's  beam 

Might  chase  the  night  so  chill  and  grey! 
Might  o'er  life's  misty  mountains  gleam 
With  faith"s  and  hope's  revealing  ray  ! 

7  Elisha's  prayers  for  th' servant's  need 

Echoes  its  pleading  voice  in  me  ; 
Elisha's  vision  let  me  read  ! 
Open  my  eyes  that  I  may  see  I 

8  Show  to  my  longing,  inner  sight, 

The  ministry  which  Thou  hast  sent  ; — 
Adown  life's  barren,  ruggeil  height, 
The  angi'ls  of  Thy  Providence  ! 

9  Oh  !  lead  the  Syrian  foe  away — 

The  doubts  that  darken  all  my  air  ! 
Come,  flame-lit  guard  !     Come,  morning  ray  ! 
Let  Dothan's  gloom  thy  glory  wear  ! 

.MARY   A.    LEAVITT. 

Vernon,  Ind,"  1883. 


RENUNCIATION  OF  THE  WORLD. 


lilt 


ps. 


^arnlT  6.  Mlts. 


Mm.  Sarah  E.  Miles  wan  bom  in  Boston,  Mass..  March  28.  1807.  Her 
parents  wure  Nathaniel  VV.  Appletou  and  .Sarah  (Tililuul  Ajiiilitunuf  that 
city.  In  183^  she  Man  married  to  Sulumon  1*.  Milta.  at  thai  tiuie  jirinci- 
pal  of  the  Boston  High  l:icliool.  He  died  iu  \iA2  Mrs.  .Miles,  during 
the  greater  part  of  her  life,  resided  in  or  near  Boston,  but  her  hitter 
years  were  passed  in  Brattleboro.  Vt.  She  died  January  23.  1877.  The 
few  of  her  hymns  which  have  beeu  published  were  sent  to  the  publisher 
by  her  father,  who  did  not  fail  to  discover  theii  rare  merit;  and  they 
were  mostly  coniiiosed  by  the  writer  while  she  was  yet  at  a  very  early  age. 
Whether  produced  at  an  earlier  or  a  later  i>eriod  of  life,  they  reveal  a 
tift  of  song,  a  depree  of  culture,  a  depth  of  experience,  and  a  spirit  of 
Christian  faith  and  love,  which  assign  bera  place  among  our  best  hyum- 

writers. 

A.  P.    PlTXAM. 
Iu  "Siugers  aiid  Sougs-" 

LOOKING    UNTO   JESUS. 

Tliou,  who  did'st  stoop  below 

To  drain  tlie  cup  of  woo, 
"\Vearin<j  the  t'oriu  of  frail  mortality  ; 

Thy  blessed  labors  done, 

Thy  crown  of  victory  won, 
Ilast  passed  from  earth,  passed  to  Thy  home  on  high. 

Our  eyes  behold  Thee  not. 

Yet  hast  Tliou  not  forgot 
Those  who  have   ])lace(l  their   lioj)e,   their  trust,   in 
Thee  ; 

Before  Thy  Father's  face 

Thou  hast  prepared  a  place. 
That  where  Thou  art,  there  tliey  may  also  bo. 

It  was  no  path  of  flowers, 

AVhich,  througli  this  world  of  ours. 
Beloved  of  tlie  Fatlier,  Thou  diilst  tread  ; 

And  sliall  wo  in  dismay 

Sliriiik  from  tlie  narrow  way. 
Wlien  clouds  and  darkness  are  around  it  spread  ? 

O  Tliou.  who  art  our  life. 

Ho  with  us  through  the  strife  ; 
Thy  holy  head  by  earth's  fierce  storms  was  bowed ; 

Raise  Tiiou  our  eyes  above, 

To  see  a  Father's  love 
Beam  like  the  Imjw  of  promise  through  the  cloud. 
»  And,  Oh  I  if  thoughts  of  gloom 

Should  lower  o'er  the  tomb, 
That  light  of  love  our  guiding  star  shall  be  ; 

Our  spirits  shall  not  dread 

The  shadowy  way  to  tread. 
Friend.  Ouardian,  Saviour,  which  doth  lead  to  Thee. 

SAR.\H    E.    MILE!),     1810. 

COME   .\ND    SEE. 
I 
1    .Master,  where  abiiKsl  Thou? 

Lamb  of  Gml,  'lis  Thee  we  seek ; 
For  the  wants  whicii  press  us  now 

Other  aid  is  all  too  weak. 
Canst  Thou  take  our  sins  away  ?, 

May  we  lind  re|>ose  in  Thee  ? 
F'rom  tiie  gracious  lips  tcMlay, 

As  of  old,  breathes,  "  Come  and  see." 


2  Master,  where  abidost  Thou  ? 

We  would  leave  the  pa.st  behind  ; 
AVe  would  scale  the  mountain's  liniu, 

I^earniiig  more  Thy  iiea\<'nly  mind. 
Still,  a  look  is  all  our  hue. 

The  transforming  KK)k  to  Thee  ; 
From  the  living  Truth  once  more 

Breathes  the  an.-wer,  "  (  oine  and  sec." 

3  Master,  wliere  abidost  Thou  ? 

llow  .shall  we  Thine  image  best 
Boar  in  light  np«)n  our  bii>w, 

Stam|)  in  love  upon  our  breast  ? 
Still,  a  look  is  all  our  might  ;  • 

Looking  draws  the  heart  to  Thee, 
Sends  ns  from  the  ab.sorbing  sight 

With  the  message,  "  Come  and  see." 


IL 


1  blaster,  whore  abidost  Tliou  ? 

All  the  springs  of  life  are  low, 
Sin  ami  grief  our  spirits  bow. 

And  wo  wait  Thy  call  to  go. 
From  the  depths  of  happy  rest 

Where  the  just  abide  with  Thee 
From  the  Voice  wliich  makes  them  blest 

Falls  the  summons,  "  Come  and  see." 

2  Christian,  tell  it  to    thy  brother, 

From  life's  dawning  to  its  end  ; 
Every  hand  may  clas|)  another. 

Ami  the  loneliest  bring  a  friend  ; 
Till  the  veil  is  drawn  aside. 

And  from  wlii-re  her  homo  sliall  be 
Bursts  upon  the  enfranchised  Bride 

The  triumphant  "  Come  and  see  I  " 

MiU.  CUAKLES. 


HYMN    TO    THE    HOLY   SPIRIT. 

1  Como,  ever  blessed  Spirit, 
Thy  joy  lot  us  inherit, 

Thy  light  within  us  dart. 
Come,  Father  of  the  poorest ; 
Come,  with  rich  gifts  the  surest; 

Come,  light  of  every  heart. 

2  Thou  Comforter,  excelling. 
Sweet  guest  within  us  dwelling, 

Our  consolation  sweet; 
Li  toil,  'IliDii  art  our  resting; 
Our  help  when  tempests  breasting; 

For  tears,  our  solace  im  it. 

3  O  liglit,  with  radiance  glowing. 
Fill  us  to  overflowing 

With  Thy  most  jirocious  love  : 
AVilliout  Thy  saving  power. 
Nothing  has  man  for  dower. 

All  else  shall  worthless  prove. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


4  Wash  ino,  witli  foulnoss  strivin<;, 
That  \\  liicli  is  purcht'd  ri-viviiij^  ; 

Pain  of  ail  wounds  al)atc. 
Make  soft  whatt-'cr  is  lii^id. 
Warm  Tliou  the  sj)irit  frijiid, 

Make  Tiiou  the  crooked  straight. 

5  Thy  faitlifulness  hestowing, 
Tliy  goo(h)('ss  in  ns  showing, 

R«!Veai  tlie  sacred  seven. 
Give  grace,  on  Thee  relying, 
Give  victory  in  dying. 

Give  endless  hliss  in  heaven. 

•  liOBKRT   II  .    OF   FUAN(:E,   971  —  1031. 

Translated  by  jl'lia  p.  iiallakd.. 


OHI    HOW    HE    LOVES! 

"There  is  a  Friend  that  aticketh  closer  thau  a  brother." 
I*rov.  xviii :  24. 

1  One  there  is  above  all  others, 

Oh!  how  He  loves! 
His  IS  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Oh  !  how  He  loves  ! 
Earthly  friends  may  fail  or  leave  us, 
One  day  soothe,  the  next  day  grieve  us, 
But  this  Friend  will  never  leave  us. 

Oh !  how  He  loves. 

2  'Tis  eternal  life  to  know  Him, 

Oh  :   how  He  loves  ! 
Think,  Oh  !   think  how  much  we  owe  Him, 

Oh  !  how  He  loves  ! 
With  His  precious  blood  He  bought  us, 
In  the  wilderness  He  sought  us, 
To  His  folil  he  safely  brought  us. 

Oh  I  how  He  loves. 

3  Thro'  his  name  we  are  forgiven, 

Oh!   how  He  loves! 
Backward  shall  our  foes  be  driven, 

Oil !  how  He  loves  ! 
Best  of  blessing  He'll  provide  us. 
Nought  but  good  shall  e'er  betide  us, 
Safe  to  glory  He  will  guide  us. 

Oh  !  how  He  loves. 

MARIANNE  NUNN. 

LOVE    DIVINE. 

1  Love  divine  !  we  see  and  wonder 

How  so  pure  a  thing  can  be  ; 
Love  divine  !    we  read  and  ponder 
On  its  wealth  at  Calvary. 

Clio. — I/ov(!  divine,  love  divine  ; 

'Tis  fhis  love  divine  that  beckons 
Kroni  the  cross  of  Calvary. 

2  Love  divine,  that  saves  the  sinner. 

All  numeasiired  in  its  flow, 
licachiiig  f)nt  beyond  the  hnmaii. 
Heights  ahovi',  and  de|)ths  below: 


3  'Tis  this  love  constrains  and  fjuickens 
What  is  true  and  good  in  me ; 
'Tis  tills  love  divine  tiiat  beckons 
From  the  cross  of  Calvary. 

I  I.AKA    U.    liEATU.     1882. 

From  "Songs  of  Uelight,"  by  iiemiissioo. 

BEFORE   THE   THRONE    OF    GOD. 

(Tune—"  Malveru..') 

L.  M 

Heb.  vii ;  25. 

1  Before  the  throne  of  God  above 

I  have  a  strong,    a  jjerfect  plea — 
A  great  High  Priest,  whose  name  is  Love, 
Who  ever  lives  and  pleads  for  me. 

2  My  name  is  graven  on  his  hands, 

My  name  is  written  on  his  heart : 
I  know  that  while  in  heaven  he  stands, 
No  tongue  can  bid  me  thence  depart. 

3  When  Satan  tempts  me  to  despair. 

And  tells  ine  of  the  guilt  within, 

Upward  I  look,  and  see  Him  there 

Who  made  an  end  of  all  my  sin. 

4  Because  the  sinless  Saviour  died, 

My  sinful  soul  is  counted  free; 
For  God,  the  just,  is  satisfied 
To  look  on  him,  and  pardon  me. 

5  One  with  himself,  I  cannot  die. 

My  soul  is  ])urchased  by  his  blood ; 
My  life  is  hid  with  Christ  on  high, 

With  Christ,  my  Saviour  and  my  God. 

MItS.    BANCROFT. 

From  "  Spiritual  Songs,"  edited  by  Rev.  Chas.  S.  Eobinson,  CD. 

O   THOU    WHO    HEAREST. 

1  O  Thou  wlio  hearcst  every  cry. 

Each  humble  prayer. 
May  we  on  Thy  strong  arm  rely, 
And  rest  us  there. 

2  No  fears,  no  cruel  doubts  perplex, 

And  tempt  us  there. 
No  earthly  cares  or  trials  vex, 
When  Thou  art  near. 

3  Riches  may  vanish  like  the  night 

Before  the  sun  ; 
Friendships  may  fade,  as  fades  the  light 
When  day  is  done  ; 

4  Loved  ones  may  droop  and  swiftly  pass 

Awny  from  earth, 
Removing  from  our  homes,  alas  ! 
All  joy,  all  mirth. 

5  Thy  wondrous  love,  that  wealth  untold, 

Shall  never  end  ; 
Evw  to  lonely  hearts.  Thou  wilt 
Be  Brother,  Friend. 

orTSA  i.ee 
By  i>cr.  Dr.  H.  K.  Palui.r. 


CHRIST S  SUFFICIENC  Y. 


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JESUS    IS    MINE. 

'And  thi-y  slmll  \x  mine  in  that  tlay  wlicn  I  make  iiii  iny  jfwcl«." 

1  Fade,  fade  each  eartlily  jnv, 

Jesus  is  mine ! 
Break  every  tender  tic, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Dark  is  tiie  wilderness, 
Eartli  lias  no  restini^-jjlace, 
Jesus  alone  can  bless, 

Jesus  is  mine ! 

2  Tcni|»t  not  my  soul  away, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Here  would  I  ever  stay, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Perisliiu"^  thinj^s  of  clay, 
]>orn  hut  for  one  brief  day. 
Pass  from  my  licart  away, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 

3  Farewell  mortality, 

Jesus  is  mine  1 
"Welcome  eternity, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Welcome,  0  loved  and  l)lcst. 
Welcome,  sweet  scenes  of  rest. 
Welcome,  my  Saviour's  breast, 

Jesus  is  mine ! 

MKU.   CATIIKKINE  J.    KONAR.  1813. 

Wife  of  Key.  H.  Bouor. 

NONE    BUT   CHRIST. 

1  Lend  me  a  harp,  celestial  choir  ! 
It  is  not  meet  that  earthly  lyre 

Should  strike  a  theme  divine  : 
Kindle  my  soul  with  sacred  fire, 
Kternal  spirit !  me  insi)ire  ; 
With  vital  breath  impel  desire 

Through  every  burning  line  ! 

2  Christ — none  but  Christ !  to  Ilini  I  sing  ; 
To  Christ  the  contrite  s])irit  bring. 

In  humble,  grateful  lays  : 
To  Ilim,  most  near,  least  miderstood, 
Who  waifs,  when  fails  all  other  good, 
To  take  that  love  which,  bought  with  blood, 

The  soul  reluctant  jjays. 

3  Oh  !  sick  of  disappointment's  pain. 
Of  friiiidship  false,  ambition  slain, 

Of  pleasure's  vain  control : 
Weary  and  worn,  to  Ilim  apply  ; 
I.carn  from  the  ISIeek  and  Lowly  why 
Tiierc's  none  but  Chiist  can  satisfy 
The  restless,  lon>rintr  soul  I 

4  In  none  i)ut  Christ  all  fulness  dwells — 
The  lo\e  that  evermoi-e  upwells 

From  its  pure  source  unspent: 
The  mortal  feels  inmiortal  might ; 
Opposing  natures  yet  unite  ; 
The  finite  claims  the  Infinite, 

With  none  but  Christ  content. 


i)  Oh  I  none  but  Christ  remains  the  s.amo, 
While  faints  and  flickers  every  flame 

Hy  himian  passion  fed  : 
lie  living  food  alone  supplies  ; 
The  heart,  a-hnugered,  eager  tries 
P^arth's  nourishment — grows  sick  and  dies : 
Christ  only  is  true  bread. 
C  Grow  strong,  my  soul,  on  Christ  alouu ! 
Shine  in  the  likeness  of  His  own  ; 

Filled  with  His  fulness  be; 
Cherish  no  hope,  no  lo\<',  no  aim, 
That  is  not  blended  with  His  name  ; 
His  glory  be  thy  only  fanu- : 

Kone,  none  but  Christ  for  me  ! 

ELIZA  IIKTII   C.  KINNKY. 
Vubnwry,  18G0. 


THE   NAME 

1  The  S.iviour !  Oh  !  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  bli.ssfid  sound  ! 
Its  influence  «!very  fear  disarms. 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  roun<l. 

2  The  almighty  Former  of  the  ski<s 

Stooped  to  our  vile  alxMle  ; 
While  angels  viewed  with  won<lering  eyes 
And  hailed  the  incariuite  God. 

3  Oh  I   the  rich  depths  of  love  divine  I 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  Thee  mine  ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

4  On  Thee  alone  my  liojie  relies, 

Beneath  Thy  cross  I  fall ; 
My  Lord,  ]My  Life,  my  Sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  All ! 

ANNE  STEELm, 


.  NONE    BUT   CHRIST 

1  None  but  Christ :  Ilis  merit  hides  me. 

He  was  faultless — I  am  fair; 
None  but  Christ:   His  wi.sdom  guides  me. 
He  was  out-cast — I  am  His  can-. 

2  None  but  Christ :  Ilis  sj)irit  seals  me. 

Gives  me  freedom,  with  <»>ntrol  ; 
None  but  Christ :  His  bruising  heals  me. 
And  His  sorrows  sooth«;  my  soul. 

3  None  but  Christ  :    His  life  stistains  me, 

.Strength  and  song  to  me  Hi'  is. 
None  but  (  bri.>t  :    Ilis  love  constrains  mc, 
lie  is  mine  and  I  :im  lli>: 

4  His  while  living — His  when  dying — 

His  at  judgment's  solemn  tryst  ; 
Even  in  heaven  on  Him  relying. 
I  will  boast  of  "  none  but  Clirisf. 

Autlior  uf  "Glor7.  cl«i7  ilwcUcUi  in  Iiumumi't  UikL' 


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WOMAN  IN  SACIIKD  SONd. 


BLEST   COMFORTER    DIVINE. 

8.  M. 

1  Blost  Comforter  Divino, 

Whosu  ravs  of  licavciily  love 
Amid  our  ^looiii  ami  daikness  shine, 
And  point  our  souls  ahove  ; 

2  Tliou,  whose  inspiring  breath 

Can  make  the  cloud  of   care. 
And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death 
A  smile  of  glory  wear  ; 

3  Thou,  who  dost  fill  the  heart 

Witli  love  to  all  our  race — 
Blest  Comforter,  to  us  impart 
The  blessings  of  Thy  grac(>. 

MRS.    L.    II.   HIOOURNET. 


4  And  every  virtue  we  pos.wss, 

And  every  vietory  won, 
And  every  thought  of  holiness. 
Is  His  and  His  alone. 

5  Spii'it  of  i)urity  and  grace  ! 

Our  weakness  pitying  sec  ; 
Oil  !  make  our  hearts  Tliy  dwelling-place, 
Purer  and  worthier  Thee  ! 


IIAKKIKT  Al'BKH 

Died  1862. 


f  fluisa  f  tnrittta. 


rWritten  by  Louisa  Henrietta.  FJectress  of  Brandenburg,  aueextrear 
of  tlic  iircsent  Kmiwror  William  of  Oeriiiany.  liorn  1G27.  died  1667. 
Translated  by  Lady  Vou  Grunewalt,  of  Rtval.  Russia.] 


JESUS    IS    MY    FRIEND. 

1  Since  Jesus  is  my  friend, 

And  I  to  Him  belong. 
It  matters  not  what  foes  intend. 
However  fierce  and  strong. 

2  He  whispers  in  my  breast 

Sweet  words  of  holy  cheer, 
How  they  who  seek  in  God  their  rest 
Shall  ever  find  Him  near ; — 

3  How  God  hath  built  above 

A  city  fair  and  new, 
When;  eye  and  heart  shall  sec  and  prove 
What  faith  has  counted  true. 

4  My  heart  for  gladness  springs  ; 

It  cannot  more  be  sad  ; 
For  very  joy  it  smiles  and  sings, — 
Sees  naught  but  sunshine  glad. 

5  The  sun  that  lights  mine  eyes 

Is  Christ,  the  Lord  1  love  ; 
I  sing  for  joy  of  that  which  lies 
Stored  up  for  me  above. 

CAIUERINS  WINKWOKTU.  TA. 


THE    PROMISE. 

C.  M. 

1  Our  blest  Rodecmer,  ore  He  breathed 

His  tender,  last  farewell, 
A  (Jiiide,  a  Comforter  be(pK>athed, 
With  us  on  earth  to  dwell. 

2  He  came  in  tongues  of  living  flame. 

To  teach,  convince,  subdue  ; 
All  powerful  as  the  wind  Hi'  came, 
And  all  as  viewK-ss,  too. 
8  He  came  sweet  influence  to  impart, 
A  gracious,  willing  Guest, 
While  He  can  liiid  one  humblt!  heart 
Wiicrein  to  li\   Ills  rest. 


JESU    MEINE    ZUVERSICHT. 

1  Jesus,  on  whom  my  soul  i-elies, 
To  whom  it  now  for  safety  flies  ; 
Can  I  not  trust  myself  with  Thee, 

When  death's  long  nijjht  seems  dark  to  me? 

2  Christ  is  risen,  and  I  shall  rise, 

I  shall  behold  Him  with  mine  eyes — 
For  He,  the  living,  glorious  "  Head," 
Leaves  not  His  members  with  the  dead. 
Safety  iu  Christ,  my  Lord,  I've  found. 
To  Him  by  faith  and  hojje  I'm  bound. 
Not  death  itself  the  bands  can  sever 
That  bind  my  soul  to  Him  forever. 

4  ]\Iy  body,  that  must  turn  to  dust, 
To  Him  forever  I  will  trust  ; 

I  know  that  it  will  i-ise  again, 

AVill  soar  above,  with  Christ  will  reign. 

5  The  seed  in  weakness  here  is  sown, 
A  glorious  body  tliere  'twill  own  ; 
The  mortal  flesli  that  sluinlx'ring  lies. 
Immortal  from  the  grave  will  rise. 

G  Rejoice,  believers,  and  be  glad, 
Not  yours  to  be  east  down  and  sad  ; 
If  y(^  must  die,  'tis  but  to  rise 
And  dwell  with  Christ  above  the  skies. 

7  Yet,  of  His  joys  would  ye  partake. 
And  in  your  Saviour's  likeness  wake. 
The  longing  heart  nnist  go  before. 
The  soul  whilst  here  its  Lord  adore. 


THE    SOURCE    OF    TRUE    DELIGHT 

1  Thou  lovely  Source  of  true  delight, 

Whom  I  unseen  adore  ! 
lUnvail  Thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 
That  1  may  love  Thee  more. 

2  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines  ; 

lint  in  Thy  .sacred  word 
I  read  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 
My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 


PRA  YKR. 


12.J 


3  'T  is  lioro,  wlionoVr  my  oomforts  droop, 

And  sins  ;iiid  s<>i'i-o\vs  rise. 
Thy  lovo  with  cheerful  beams  of  hope, 
My  fainting  heart  supplies. 

4  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Light, 

Oh  !   come  with  blissful  ray  ; 
Break  radiant  thro'  the  shade  of  night 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 

5  Then  sliall  my  soul  witli  rapture  trace 

The  wonders  of  Thy  love  ; 
But  the  full  glories  of  Thy  face 
Are  ouly  known  above. 

ANSE  STKELH. 

THOU. 

1  Father,  0  Father  I  surrounded  with  ills. 

Dangers  beset  me,  an<l  evils  betide, 
Yet  through  the  valleys,  and  over  the  hills 
Thou  art  my  guide. 

2  "When  through  the  stormy  and  perilous  night. 

Feebly,  with  faltering  footstejjs,  I  grope  ; 
Having  no  refuge,  nor  shelter,  nor  light; 
Thou  art  my  hope  ! 

3  Life  hath  no  beauty  my  heart  to  ensnare, 

Death  hath  no  terror  my  soul  to  appall  ; 
Hid  in  Thy  love's  overshadowing  care. 
Thou  art  my  all. 

M\KV   r.   TUrKER, 

From  a  poem  entitled  "Thou." 

CONSTANCY   OF   CHRIST. 
ISO.  xljx:U. 

1  A  mother  may  forgetful  be, 

For  human  love  is  frail ; 
But  thy  Creator's  love  to  tliee, 
O  Zion,  cannot  fail. 

2  No,  thy  dear  name  engraven  stands, 

In  characters  of  love, 
On  thy  almighty  Father's  hands ; 
And  never  shall  remove. 

3  Before  His  ever-watchfvd  eye 

Thy  mournful  state  appears. 
And  every  groan,  and  every  sigh. 
Divine  compassion  hears. 

4  O  Zion,  learn  to  doubt  no  more. 

Be  every  fear  suppressed  ; 
Unclianging  truth,  and  love,  and  jiower, 
Dwell  in  thy  Saviour's  breast. 

A.NNE  HTKKLC. 


FROM    A    POEM     ENTITLED 
I    MUST    PRAY. 

1        I  am  weary  of  this  turmoil,  din  and  strife, 

I  am  weary  of  earth's  jostling,  seltisli  wav  ; 
I  am  weary  of  my  sinning,  of  my  groaning,  of   my  life, 

Then,  O  (do.set  still  and  lioly. 

Open  to  me  :   bending  lowly 

I  would  enter,  I  would  pray. 


2       Oh  I   to  enter,  but  with  .Tesus,  wliere  'tis  still, 

Tbrre  to  |)Our  out  unrejiroved  mv  pent-np  tears; 
In  that  husli   to  list  His  praying,  "  Righteous  Father, 
keej)  fr(mi  ill  ;  " 

Then,  0  closet  still  and  holy. 
Sacred  closet,  bending  lowly. 
Take  me  where  the  Father  hears. 

AMELIA   hW».Vnr)N   qllNTON. 
I>liiktlcl|>l>ia.  1885. 

REFUGE. 

1  Di'ar  Rtfuge  of  my  weary  soul, 

(in   Thee,  when  sorrows  rise. 
On   Thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll. 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  Thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief. 

For  Tliou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  Oh  I   when  gloomy  doubts  j)revail, 

I  fear  to  call  Thee  mine. 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail. 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  Thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

5  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still. 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat. 
With  humble  hope  attend  Thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  Thy  feet. 

ANKE  HTEELK. 

REFLECTIONS   AFTER    READING    THE 
FORTY-FIRST    PSALM. 

1  "  God  is  our  refuge,"  when  a  gale 

Of  trouble  round  us  wildly  blows, 
Till  hojje  and  faith  and  courage  fail. 

And  we,  reviled  by  cruel  foes, 
Eagerly  look  for  some  safe  jilace 

AVherein  to  hide  from  foe  and  storm. 
Oh !   then  the  thought  is  grandly  sweet, 

God  is  our  refuge  and  retreat. 

2  God  is  strength  when  pain  and  grief 

Have  tortured  us  till  strength  is  gone. 
And  life  appears  a  dismal  night. 

Without  a  star.  withi)\it  a  dawn. 
Then  like  a  sunbeam,  warm  and  clear, 

Dispelling  all  our  doubt  and  gluom. 
Gilding  our  jiathway's  breatlth  and  length 

Comes  tlu^  blest  thought,  Ciod  is  our  strength. 

3  God  is  our  very  present  help. 

In  time  of  trouble  and  of  need, 
Oh  I   blessed  anchiir  for  our  trust. 

Oh  !  safe  foundation  for  our  creed. 
Let  toll,  perplexity  and  pain. 

Heart-ache  and  tears  our  portion  i)rovc, 
All  will  but  make  us  mort'  and  more 

Our  Kefuge,  Strength  and  Help  adore. 

amjik   riiivii. 
BsTmiuw,  UL.  IIOS. 


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WOAfAN  IN  SACRED  BONO. 


f^xi.  photbt  %  ?.roton. 

Mr*  riifK-lx.  H.  Browu  WM  boru  in  1783.  "Tbo  oriBin  of  the  fol- 
lowing  lu-m.i  Is  luUTCstlng.  It  was  Mrs.  Brown's  habit  U,  retire 
K,me  OiHtaucc  from  l.er  hoiiiw  every  clay  at  a  certain  hour  for  meditation 
and  prayer.  The  wcll-beatc-n  i>ath  to  the  grove  was  discovered,  and  bI.o 
was  ridiculed  by  some  thouelitless  neighlKT.  Her  sou  (a  clergjman) 
reUU*  the  fact  tliat  this  K'autiful  hymn  was  tlien  written,  expressive  of 
her  love  of  the  hour  and  the  pUco  of  prayer.  Mrs.  Brown  died  m  111.. 
In  1861"    (American  Collection.) 

RETIREMENT. 

1  I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cuinbering  care, 
And  spend  tlie  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  heat. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore. 
Anil  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven ; 
The  prospect  tloth  my  strength  renew. 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  caini  as  this  impressive  hour. 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

MRS.    rnOEDE  UINSUALE   BKOWN. 

THE   VALLEY   OF    BLESSING. 

1   I  have  entered  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet, 
And  .lesus  abides  with  me  there; 
And  His  Spirit  and  blood  make  my  cleansing  complete 
And  His  perfect  love  casteth  out  fear. 
Cio.—Ohl   come  to  this  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet, 
Where  Jesus  will  fullness  bestow — 
And  believe,  and  receive,  and  confess  him. 
That  all  His  salvation  may  known. 
2  There  is  peace  in  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet, 
And  pU^nty  the  land  doth  impart ; 
And  there's  "rest  for  tlie  weary  worn  traveller's  feet, 
And  joy  for  the  sorrowing  heart. 
:'j  There  is  love  in  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet, 
Such  as  none  but  the  blood-washed  may  feel ; 
Wlicii  heaven  comes  down  redeemed  spirits  to  greet. 
And  Clirist  sets  His  covenant  seal. 
4  There's  a  song  in  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet, 
Tiial  angels  would  fain  join  the  strain-— 
As.  with  rapturous  praises,  we  bow  at  His  teet. 
Crying  '-Worthy  the  Lamb  that  was  slam. 

AKNIK  WITTKSMVKR. 


giiss  (tllcn  (Olibrr. 

Miss  Ellen  Oliver  has  written  hyraus  of  rare  sweetness  and  power. 
A  slraiiuer  recently  visiting  New  Y.irk  City,  heard  her  'Prayer  of  the 
Wanderer"  saiifc'  at  a  morning  service.  Attending  a  different  place  of 
worshiii  ill  the  evening  he  listened  to  its  sweet  strains  from  another  choir, 
and  the  congregation  were  visiljly  affected  by  the  rendition.  After  ser- 
vice he  ventured  to  go  forward  and  ask  the  organist  the  name  of  tho 
piece  which  had  so  touched  the  hearts  of  singers  and  hearers.  The  (ol- 
lowing  is  the  hyiini  referred  to. 


PRAYER    OF   THE    WANDERER. 

I   Saviour,  I  am  weary,  weary 

Of  my  wanderings  from  Thee. 
All  my  days  are  dreary,  dreary  : 

Only  darkness  do  I  see. 
Take  me  in  Thy  arms,  O  Jesus ! 

I  would  fain  become  Thy  child. 
Let  me  feel  Thy  loving  kindness  : 

Soothe  me  with  Thine  accents  mild. 
Yes,  my  child,  I  know  how  di'eary 
Thou  hast  found  the  path  of  sin, 
I  have  watched  thee  growing  weary. 

And  have  yearned  thy  soul  to  win. 
Come  to  me,  and  I  will  give  thee  . 

Rest  from  all  this  bitter  strife. 
Come  to  me  for  strength  and  guidance  : 
I'm  the  Way,  the  truth,  the  Life. 
I'm  the  Way. 

2  Far  from  Thee  I'm  straying,  straying. 

In  a  wilderness  of  sin. 
Dost  Thou  hear  me,  praying,  praying. 

Thy  blest  Fold  to  enter  i.  ? 
Take  my  hand  in  Thine,  O  Saviour  ! 

Lead  me  far  from  doubt  and  strife, 
Keep  my  feet  from  straying  ever  ; 

Guide'  them  in  the  path  of  life. 
Yes,  my  child,  I  hear  thee  praying, 

Hear  thy  cry  of  sore  distress. 
Ever  near  thee  I've  been  staying, 

Waiting  all  thy  life  to  bless. 
Lav  tliy  hand  in  mine,  O  wanderer. 

Let  thy  care  and  doubting  cease  ; 
Only  trust  and  I  will  lead  thee 

Safe  to  rest  and  home  and  peace- 
Rest  and  home. 

3   Death  is  drawing  nearer,  nearer  : 

Life  is  ebbing  day  by  day. 
Let  Thy  love,  grow  dearer,  dearer : 

Make  it  brighten  all  the  way. 
Ciiaiit  me  grace,  O  gentle  Saviour! 

For  eaeii  coming  hour  of  need  ; 
Let  me  feel  'I'liy  presence  ever, 

Till  I  st'e  Tliy  face  indeed. 
Fear  not,  child,"  tho'  foes  may  rally, 

I'll  disarm  their  threatening  power. 
Fear  thou  not,  though  death's  dark  valley 

Shadow  e'en  the  present  hour. 


PRA  YKli. 


\io 


Loan  on  mo,  my  irraro  sntTioiont, 

Sliall  su|)|)ort  thoe  all  tlio  way. 
I  will  comfort,  love  ami  irnidc  thoo 

Through  the  night  to  ptrffct  day. 
Perfect  day. 

ELLEN   OLIVER. 

Tniy,  Ph.,  1878. 
Set  to  music,  an<]  copyrighted  1878,  by  3.  L.  Coudt), 


PRAYER. 

1  "Wlion  watching  those  we  love  and  j)rize 

Till  all  of  lite  and  hope  be  fled  ; 
When  we  have  gazod  on  .sigjitless  eyes, 

And  gently  stay'd  the  falling  lioad  : 
Then  what  can  soothe  the  stricken  heart, 

AVhat  solace  overcome  desj)air  ; 
AVIiat  earthly  brcatliing  can  impart 

Such  healing  balm  as  lonely  prayer  ? 

2  When  fears  and  perils  thic'ken  fast, 

And  many  dangers  gather  round; 
When  human  aid  is  vain  and  past, 

No  mortal  refuge  to  be  found  ; 
Then  can  we  liriidy  loan  on  lloaven. 

And  gather  strength  to  meet  and  boar: 
No  matter  whore  tlie  storm  has  driven, 

A  saving  anchor  lies  in  prayer. 

3  O  God!  how  beautiful  the  thought. 

How  merciful  tlu^  blessed  decree, 
That  grace  can  e'er  be  found  when  sought. 

And  nought  shut  out  the  soul  from  Thee. 
The  coll  may  cramp,  \\\v  fetters  gall. 

The  flame  may  scorch,  the  rack  may  tear  ; 
But  torture-stake  or  prison  wall 

Cau  be  endured  with  faith  and  prayer. 

4  In  desert.s  wild,  in  midnight  gloom  ; 

In  grateful  joy,  in  trying  pain  ; 
In  laughing  youth  or  nigh  the  tomb  ; 

Oh  I   whore  is  prayer  unheard  or  vain  ?     f 
The  Inlinito,  the  Kinj^  of  kings. 

Will  never  need  the  when  or  where ; 
He'll  ne'er  reject  the  heart  that  brings 

The  offering  of  fervent  prayer. 

ELIZA  COOC 

THE    HOUR   OF    PRAYER. 


•']  Then  is  my  strength  l)y  Tlieo  renewed  ; 
Then  are  my  sins  by  'rhe(!  forgiven  ; 
Then  dost  'J"liou  cheer  my  solitude 
With  clear  aiid  Itoauteous  hopes  of  heaven. 

4  No  words  can  toll  what  sweet  relief 
There  for  my  every  want  I  find  ; 

What  strength  for  warfare,  balm  for  grief, 
What  deep  and  cheerful  peace  of  mind  ! 

5  Lord,  till  I  reach  the  bli-ssful  shore. 
No  privilege  so  dear  shall  bo. 

As  thus  my  inmost  soul  tojiour 
In  faithful,  filial  prayer  to  Thee  I 

CUAllLOTTE    KLLIUTT.   18M. 


MY    PRAYER. 


1  Hold  me  closer,  closer,  .Tesus, 

Draw  mo  nearer  to  Thy  breast: 
Could  I  fool  Thine  arms  around  me 
All  my  fears  were  hushed  to  rest. 

2  Coulil  I  over  hear  Thee  whis|V'r. 

"Child,  I  love  thee — thou  art  .Mini," 
Afy  |)oor  lips  would  surely  answer, 
'•  Lord,  my  luart  is  wh(jlly  Thine." 

3  Could  I  trust  my  Heavenly  Father 

Like  a  clinging  little  child  ; 
Resting,  "leaning  hard"  upon  Him. 
Tho'  the  storm  blow  tierce  and  wild, 

4  Then  my  peace  wore  like  a  river 

When  its  waves  lie  fast  a.sleep, 
Not  one  woe  could  swell  my  bo.soui. 
Not  one  grief  could  make  me  weep. 

5  But  I  know  thou'lt  not  r<-ject  mo, 

Tho'  my  faith  be  weak  and  small  ; 
Tho'  earth's  shadows  .sometimes  blind  me, 
Thy  dear  blood  shall  cover  all. 

MARIE   OCLL. 


Psalm  cir :  34. 

1  ]My  God,  is  any  hour  so  sweet, 
From  blush  of  morn  to  evoninix  star, 
As  that  which  calls  me  to  Thy  feet. 
The  calm  and  holy  hour  of  prayer  ? 

2  Blest  is  the  tran(]uil  break  of  morn. 
And  blest  the  hush  of  solemn  eve. 
When  on  the  wings  of  jiraver  upborne. 
This  fair,  but  transient,  world  I  leave. 


A    LITTLE    TALK    WITH    JESUS. 

A   little   talk  with    .Ti-sus,  how  it   soothes    iIk-   rugged 

road  ! 
How  it  seems  to  holj)  nie  onward  «hen  I  faint  Ix-no.ith 

my  load  I 
When  my  heart  is  crushed  with   sorrow,  ami    my  oym 

with  tears  are  dim, 
There's  naught  can  yield  m»;  comfort,  liki;  a  little  talk 

with  Him. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


LET    NOT   THE    SUN    GO    DOWN    UPON 
YOUR    WRATH. 

1    "Kithor   forgive  us,'"  is  our  daily  prayer, 

WlH.u  tV^vrn  spirit  feels  its  helpless  dearth  ; 
Y.-t,  in  our  lowly  -rt-atuuss,  do  we  dare 

'Po  seok  fro.n  Heaven  what  we  refnse  on  earth. 
Too  oft.-n  will  the  boso.n,  sternly  l'™"^!'  j^. 

Bear  shafts  of  v.^ngeanec  on  Us  gravev  ard  path, 
Deaf  to  the  teachinj,^  that  has  cried  =i'""*^  „ 

''  Let  not  the  sun  go  down  upon  you.  vMatli. 

•>   W.'  ask  for  mercv  from  the  God  above, 

I„  n.oruing  w.^'shiu  an<l  in  vesper  song ; 

An<l  let  us  k'in.lly  shod  tlie  bal.n    ot  love. 

To  heal  a.ul  soothe  a  brother's  deed  of  wrong. 

If  ve  would  erush  the  bitter  thorns  of  stri  e. 
And  strew  the   bloom  of  peace  around  your 

If  ve  would  di^.k  the  sweetest  streams  of  life,  ^^ 
:.  Let  not  the  sun  go  down  upon  your  wrath. 
3  Were  this  romemberM,  many  a  human  lot 

Would  find  more  blessing  in  our  home  below ; 
The  chcp.erM  world  would  lose  its  darkest  blot, 

And  mortal  re.^ord  tell  much  less  of  woe. 
The  sacred  counsels  of  the  Wise  impart 

No  holier  words  in  all  that  language  hath  ; 
For  li-^ht  divine  is  kindled  where  the  heart 
Lets  not  the  sun  go  down  upon  its  wratb. 

ELIZA  COOK. 


FORGIVENESS. 


•■Forgive  us  our  sins,  for  we  also  forgive  every  one  that  m  indebted  to 
UB."- Lulse  li.  12.     Revised  version. 

1  Forgive  us,  Lord,  because  we  have  forgiven, 
Not  as  we  have  forgiven,  is  our  prayer ; 
Earth  is  so  lower  far  than  highest  heaven, 

Man  is  not  even  as  the  angels  are. 
And  thou  to  angels  art  as  sun  to  star. 

2  Measure  thy  pity,  not  in  our  poor  .scale,  _ 

But  in  thine  own  which  weighs  eternities ; 
We  do  our  little  part,  we  strive,  we  fail  ; 

Our  wine  of  charity  has  bitter  lees, 
Our  best  unselfishness  seeks  self  to  please. 

3  Our  purest  gold  with  base  alloy  is  dim, 

Our  fairest  fruit  hangs  tainted  on  the  tree, 
Our  sweetest  song  heard  by  the  si-raphim. 

Would  all  discordant  and  unlovely  be 
Save  for  the  charity  they  learn  from  thee. 

4  But  thou  canst  pour  forgiveness  with  a  word 

O'er  countless  worlds,  an  all-embracing  ray  ; 

Beyond  our  hopes,  our  best  deserving,  Lord, 

For-nve  us,  then,  and  we  in  our  poor  way 

Shall  cratch  Thy  higher  meauing  as  we  pray. 

"SVSAN   COOI-IDGE." 

Sunday  School  Times.  1883. 


PRAYER    OF    FORGIVENESS   AND 
ACCEPTANCE. 

1  What'er  I've  done  amiss, 

Father,  forgive; 
What'er  I've  done  aright, 
Father,  receive. 

2  Forgive  my  vanity. 

Self-love  and  pride, 
And  my  forgetfulness 
Of  liiui  who  died. 

3  Accept  my  love  and  trusty 

My  sigiis  and  tears  ; 

Whisper  forgiving  love, 

(fuelling  my  fears. 

4  Shine  on  my  trembling  soul, 

Light  of  all  lights  ; 
Scatter,  with  warmth  divine, 
All  that  affrights. 

5  Oh  !  make  me  truly  Thine ; 

Take  Sin  away  ; 
Let  the  blest  dawn  appear, 
Of  perfect  day. 

CARDIE  L.  POST. 

Si.riugtleld,  III.,  1883. 


BE    PITIFUL,    O    GOD. 


L.  M. 

1  0  Son  of  God,  in  glory  crowned, 

1  The  Judge  ordained  of  (puck  and  dead ! 
O  Son  of  man,  so  pitying  found 

For  all  the  tears  thy  people  sheil . 

2  Be  with  us  in  this  darkened  place,— 

This  weary,  restless,  dangerous  night ; 
And  teach,  Oh!  teach  us,  bv  thy  grace. 
To  struggle  onward  into  light . 

3  And  since,  in  God's  recording  book, 

Our  sins  are  written,  every  one,— 
The  crime,  the  wrath,  the  wandering  look, 
The  good  we  knew,  and  left  undone  ;— 

4  Lord,  ere  the  last  dread  trump  be  heard, 

And  ere  before  Thy  face  we  staiid, 
Look  Thou  on  each  accusing  word. 
And  blot  it  with  Thy  bleeding  hand. 

MK8.  CECIL  FUANCEB  ALEXANDEB. 
Bom  1823. 


RENUNCIATION  OF  THE  WORLD. 

SEULEMENT  POUR  TOI. 


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A  few  of  MIsB  HaTergal'a  hymns,  written  In  the  French  language,  hav- 
ing hecn  kindly  sent  by  her  sister,  it  luis  been  decided  to  insert  a  portion 
of  them,  at  leuHt.  There  are  some  French  l-:tlies  in  America  whft  may 
enjoy  singing  them,  and  there  are  nut  a  few  of  our  own  women  who  aro 


familiar  with  thai  language,  and  may  while  away  a  Iilrannt  hour  with 
thcni.  Tlie  rhytluu  and  movement  will  bo  found  eluu-mlngly  amuuth  au4 
graceful 


ParolM  Et  Muiilquo  Par  FRANCES  II.  HAVEBQAIi. 


d^3^^ 


Toi,  Scu  -  le-meiit    en 


Le  pi'chc,  Tu  I'ivs  porte 

Si'ul,  seul  pour  moi ; 
Et  Ton  sung  Tu  I'as  verse 

Soul,  seul  pour  moi. 
Toute  gloirc,  toute  joie 

Sent  pour  Toi : 
Et  rospcrance  et  la  foi 

Serout  en  Toi, 
Sculement  eu  Toi. 

AujounVliui,  men  cher  Seigneur, 

Accepte-moi ! 
Toi  seul  es  mon  grand  Sauveur 

Toi  seul  raon  Roi. 
Tou.'*  nu's  moments,  tons  mes  jours 

Seront  pour  Toi ! 
Jesus,  ganle-moi  toujours 

Sculement  pour  Toi, 
Seulemout  pour  Toi. 

Que  je  cliante,  et  quo  jo  plcure, 

Seulement  ])onr  Toi ! 
Que  je  vive  et  que  je  nieuro 

Seulement  pour  Toi  I 
Jesus,  qui  m'as  taut  aimc 

Mourant  pour  moi, 
Toute  inon  dtcrnite 

Sera  pour  'I'oi, 

Seulement   pour    Toi ! 


01 


Tu  as  re^u  des  dons  pour  les  honmies.  et  niC-me  i>our  les  ri-lH-llca. 
I'satuue  Ixviii.  18. 

1  Vencz,  car  Jesus  est  la  vie  I 

C'est  pour  vous  qu'il  voulut  monrir; 
Son  Esprit  descendra  <lans  voire  ame  ravie .... 
Veuez  a  lui !  .  . . .  Pourquoi  perir  ? 

2  Venez,  car  une  paix  jirofonde 
De  sa  croi.v  decoulo  vers  nous  ; 

Son  sang  fut  ripandu  pour  le  peelie  du  moude.  ••« 
Cette  paix,  la  pos.-edez-vous  ? 

3  Venez,  car  I'existence  est  ilure, 
rieine  de  labeur  et  de  fiel  ; 

Le  repos  qu'il  vous  offre  est  un  n-pos  cjui  dure, 
Dans  sa  grace,  puis  dans  son  ciel. 

4  Venez,  car  il  donne  la  joie 
Ac<piise  an  i)rix  de  ses  douleiirs. 

Pur  ravon  de  soliil  cpu'  d'cn  li.iut  il  envoio, 
Resplendissant  parmi  nos  pleurs. 
/)  Venez,  car  il  est  rainoiir  nu*'ine, 
I'll  tieuvc,  un  ooean-d'ainour  ; 
ne  le  fnyez  |)oint!   Commc  il  m'aimc  il  vous  alme 
Approchez-vous  ii  votre  tour  I 
6  Venez,  car  il  met  toute  cliose 
Dans  la  main  vide  dc  la  foi : 
Sur  sa  lidelite  (jiie  cliacnn  se  n'|H>se. ... 
N'a-t-il  pas  dit :  "  Venez  a  moi !  " 


1-2S 


WOMAN  IN  S ACHED  SONG. 


PER    PACEM    AD    LUCEM. 

I  ilo  not  ask,  O  Lord  I  tliat  life  may  be 

A  pk'usaiit  roatl ; 
I  <lo  not  ask  that  Thou  wouldst  take  from  me 

Aui^ht  of  its  load  ; 
I  tlo  not  ask  tliat  flowers  should  always  spring 

Ik'ueath  my  feet ; 
1  know  too  well  the  poison  and  the  sting 

Of  tilings  too  sweet. 
For  one  thing  oidy,  Lord,  dear  Lord  I   I  plead  : 

Lead  me  aright — 
Thougli   sti-ength    sliould    falter,    and    though   heart 
should  bleed — 

Tlirough  I'eace  to  Light. 
I  do  not  ask,  O  Lord,  that  Thou  shouldst  shed 

Full  radiance  liere  : 
Give  but  a  ray  of  peace,  that  I  may  tread 

Witliout  a  fear. 
I  do  not  ask  my  cross  to  understand, 

]\Iy  way  to  see, — 
Better  in  darkness  just  to  feel  Thy  hand 

And  follow  Tliee. 
Joy  is  like  restless  day,  but  peace  divine 

Like  (piiet  night. 
Lead  me,  ()  Lord,  till  perfect  day  shall  shine 

Through  Peace  to  Light. 

AJDEI.A.IDE  ANN  PROCTOR. 


JESUS,    THOU    DIVINE   COMPASSION. 

1  Jesus,  Thou  divine  compassion, 

Still  dost  Tiiou  for  otliers  feel  ; 
Wlien  our  hearts  are  jiierced  and  riven, 
Still  before  Thy  feet  we  kneel. 

2  Tiiou  did'st  pity.  Thou  did'st  love  us. 

When  on  earth  Thy  footsteps  trod  ; 
Take  our  hearts,  so  trie(i  and  tempted, 
Take  and  bear  them  on  to  God. 

3  Be  the  tie  which  holds  together 

Man  and  (rwl,  below,  above  ; 
Tliou  divinely  human  Master, 

Sweet  Compassion  !   Ft^rfect  Love. 

HARRIET  TYNO  ORISWOLD,  1883. 


2  We  have  licard  Thy  footsteps  near — 

Pass  not  by  ! 
Pause,  behold  tiic  pleading  tear. 
Listen  to  the  lonuinji  siirii  ; 
Jesus,  Saviour,  come  at  last. 
Lest,  in  blessing,  we  be  passed  ; 
When  Thy  Spirit  is  so  nigh. 

Pass  not  by  ! 

3  Prostrate  in  Thy  path  we  lie, 

Pass  not  by  ! 
Lest  our  very  faith  should  die, — 
Lord,  we  perish,  ])ass  not  by  ! 
To  Thy  garments  we  will  cling, 
All  our  need  before  Thee  bring; 
Son  of  David,  hear  our  cry — 

Pass  not  by ! 

4  Lord,  we  cannot  let  Thee  go, 

I'ass  not  by ! 
Li  our  midst  Thy  presence  show, 
Till  Thou  bless  us  we  will  cry  ; 
Breathe,  Oh  !  breathe  on  us,  we  pray  ! 
Tarry  not.  Lord,  come  to-<lay. 
While  we  w-ait,  and  watch,  and  cry. 

Pass  not  by  ! 

MRS.    E.    C.    KIN'NEY. 

Summit,  N.  J.,  1883. 

LET    ME    BE    WITH    THEE. 

Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art. 

My  Saviour,  my  eternal  Kest ; 
Then  only  will  this  longing  heart 

Be  fully  and  forever  blest. 

Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art. 

Thy  unveiled  glory  to  behold  ; 
Then  only  will  this  wandering  heart 

Cease  to  be  treacherous,  faithless,  cold. 

Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art, 
AYhere  spotless  saints  Thy  name  adore  ; 

Then  only  will  tliis  sinful  heart 
Be  evil  and  defiled  no  more. 

Let  me  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art ; 

Where  none  can  die,  where  none  remove ; 
There  neither  death  nor  life  will  j)art 

Me  from  Thy  presence  and  Thy  love. 

CHARLOTTE  ELLIOT.  1837, 


CRY    OF   THE   CHURCH. 


O  THOU,  THE  CONTRITE  SINNER'S  FRIEND 


1  Jesus,  Sa\ionr  !  pass  not  by^ 

Pass  not  by  ! 
Lo  !  we  join,  as  one,  to  cry, 
"Hless  US  also,  jiass  not  by  I" 
Lord,  fuKili  Thy  ]>roiMise  now. 
Pour  Thy  Spirit  wliiic  we  bow; 
Turn  to  us,  as  one  we  cry, 

"  I'ass  not  by  !  " 


1  O  Thou,  the  contrite  sinner's  Friend, 
Who,  loving,  lovest  them  to  the  end. 
On  this  alone  my  hopes  depend, — 

That  Thou  wilt  plead  for  me. 

2  Wlien  weary  in  the  Christian  race, 
Far  off  ajipears  my  resting-place. 
And,  faintinir,  T  mistrust  Thy  grace, 

Then,  Saviour,  plead  for  me. 


PR  A  YER. 


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3  When  T  liavo  crrod  and  poiio  astray, 
Afar  from  Thine  and  wisdom's  way, 
And  s('(^  no  irlimnii'rinjj,  fjniding  ray, 

Still,  Saviour,  pli-ad  for  me. 

4  When  Satan,  by  my  sins  made  bold. 
Strives  from  Thy  cross  to  loose  my  hold, 
Then  with  Thy  pitying  arms  enfold. 

And  plead.  Oil  !  plead  for  me  ! 

5  And  when  my  dying  hour  draws  near, 
Darkened  with  anguish,  guilt  and  fear, 
Then  to  my  fainting  sight  appear, 

IMeading  in  heaven  for  me. 
G  When  tiie  full  light  of  heavenly  day 
lleveals  my  sins  in  dread  array. 
Say  Thou  hast  washed  them  all  away ; 
Oh !  say  Thou  plead'st  for  me. 

CHARLOTTE  ELLIOT,   1837. 


(tXm  (Took. 


EUza  Cook  vm  born  In  Southwark,  Eng.,  in  1817.  She  obtained  poet- 
ical cululirity  by  contributions  whicli  appeared  in  various  periodicals  and 
Dcwspaiiers.  Her  poetry  was  afterwards  collected  in  a  volume,  wliich 
appeared  in  1S40  in  London,  A  magazine  entitled  "Eliza  Cook's  Jour- 
nal," was  established  by  her  in  September,  1849,  appearing  for  some  year«. 
A  pension  of  iJSOO  a  year  from  the  Government  was  conferred  U|H>n  her 
In  recognition  of  her  literary  talents.  Some  of  her  poetical  productions 
have  obtained  a  world-wide  renown,  and  all  English  and  American 
hymnnlogy  is  enriched  by  her  songs  of  Submission,  Faith  and  Trust.  She 
is  still  living  (18S4I  in  Surrey,  England,  and  although  the  effects  of  age 
are  noticeable,  slic  yet  contributes  to  various  magazines. 


THY    KINGDOM    COME. 

1  'Tis  human  lot  to  meet  and  bear 

The  eommon  ills  of  human  life; 
There's  not  a  breast  but  hath  its  share 

Of  bitter  pain  and  vexing  strife. 
The  peasant  in  his  lowly  shed. 

The  noble  'neath  a  giUK'd  dome, 
Eaeh  will  at  some  time  bow  his  head, 

And  ask  and  hope,  "  Thy  kingdom  come  !  " 

2  When  some  deep  sorrow,  surely  slow, 

Despoils  the  cheek  and  eats  tiie  heart, 
Laying  our  busy  projects  low. 

And  itidiling  all  earth's  dreams  depart — 
Do  we  not  smile,  and  <almly  turn 

From  the  wide  world's  tumultuous  liuni, 
And  feel  the  immortal  essence  yearn, 

Rich  with  the  thought,  "Thy  Kingdom  come?" 

3  Th(>  waves  of  care  may  darkly  liound 

And  bulTet,  till,  our  strength  outworn. 
We  stagger  as  they  gather  round. 

All  sliattered.  weak,  and  tempcst-torii : 
But  there's  a  lighthouse  for  the  soul. 

That  beacons  to  a  stormless  home  ; 
It  safely  guiiles  through  roughest  tides — 

It  shines,  it  saves  !     *'  Thy  kingdom  come  !" 


4  To  gaze  upon  the  loved  in  deatli. 

To  mark  the  (^losing,  l)caniless  eye, 
To  j)ress  dear  lips  and  Hnd  no  breath — 

This,  this  is  life's  worst  agony 
But  God,  too  nuTciful,  too  wise 

To  leave  the  lone  one  in  despair. 
Whispers,  while  snatching  those  we  j)rize, 

"  My  kingdom  come  I — ye'll  meet  them  there  !" 


ELIZJt   COOK, 


THE    BRIDGE   OF    PRAYER 

1  The  bridge  of  prayer,  from    heavenly  heights  sufr 

pended, 
Unites  the  earth  with  spirit-realms  in  space. 
The  interests  of  these  .separate  worlds  are  blended 
For  those  whose  feet  turn  often  toward  that  place. 

2  In  troubled  nights  of  sorrow  and  repining. 

When  joy  and  hope  seem  sunk  in  dark  despair, 
We  still  may  see,  above  the  shadows  shining. 
The  gleaming  archway  of  the  bridge  of  ])ravor. 

3  From  that  fair  height,  our  souls  may  lean  and  listen 

To  sounds  of  music  from  the  farther  sliore, 
And  through  the  vapors,  sometimes  dear  eyes  glisten 
Of  loved  ones  who  have  hastened  on  before. 

4  And  angels  come  from  their  celestial  city 

And  me(!t  us  half-way  on  the  bridge  of  prayer. 
God  sends  them  forth  full  of  di\  inest  pitv. 
To  strengthen  us  lor  burdens  we  must  bear. 

5  O  you  whose  feet  walk  in  some  shadowed  bv-way 

Far  from  the  scenes  of  pleasure  and  delight. 
Still  free  to  you  hangs  this  suspended  highway, 

Where  heavenly  glories  dawn  upon  the  sight. 
G  And  common  ])aths  glow  with  a  grace  supernal. 

And  ha|)piness  walks  hand  in  hand  with  care. 
And  faith  becomes  a  knowledge  (ixed,  eternal. 

For  those  who  often  seek  the  Bridge  of  Prayer. 

CLLA   WIIKEI.KR. 

MUwMikoe,  Wl*.,  I8H. 
SAVIOUR    OF    MEN. 

68  and  48. 

1  Oh !   bring  me  near  to  Thee, 
Thou  who  art  dear  to  me, 
Jesus,  appear  to  me. 

Saviour  of  men  ! 
Oh  I  hear  my  humble  cry. 
Thou  who  art  passing  by. 
Thou  who  did'st  bleed  and  die, 

Saviour  of  men  I 

2  Thou,  who  the  raven  hears. 
List  to  my  doubts  and  fears, 
Dry  up  my  falling  tears, 

Saviour  of  men  I 
On  Thee  my  soul  relies. 
Thou  wiio  art  g<MMl  and  wise, 
Thou  .art  my  ,'>a<'riliee 

Saviour  of  men  ! 


no 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


3  Take  all  my  sins  away, 
Give  nic  Tliy  love,  I  i)ray, 
L«'a<l  UK'  to  open  da}', 

Saviour  of  incii  I 
Low  at  Thy  ftct  I  lie, 
Fain  wonld  I  rise  and  fly, 
Thine  tlirou^h  eternity, 
Saviour  of  men  ! 

MRS.   M.   A.   KIDDER. 

Set  to  music  by  S.  Wesley  Martiu. 

|cliri;i  J)cin;ins. 

FrllcU  Hcmans  was  born  in  Lirerpool,  Englaod,  in  1793,  and  educated 
in  Wales,  tliat  region  of  mountainous  scenery.  At  tlie  age  of  thirteen, 
her  lirst  |>'>eui8  were  publislicd.  At  nineteen,  she  was  married  to  Ca|it. 
Hemaus.  but  the  union  was  unhappy,  and  they  separated.  .She  died  in 
Dublin,  at  the  house  of  her  brother,  in  1835.  Her  iKjems  are  full  of 
pathos,  tenderness,  and  beauty, 

THE    HOUR    OF    PRAYER 

1  Child,  amid  the  flowers  at  phn'. 
While  the  red  light  fades  away  ; 
Mother,  with  thine  earnest  eye, 
Ever  following  silently  ; 
Father,  by  the  breeze  at  eve 
C'all'd  thy  harvest  work  to  leave  ; 
Pray  !     Ere  yet  the  dark  hours  be, 
Lift  the  heart,  and  bend  the  knee. 

2  Traveler,  in  the  stranger's  land. 
Far  from  thine  own  household  band ; 
Mourner,  haunted  by  the  tone 

Of  a  voice  fVom  this  world  gone  ; 
Captive,  in  whose  narrow  cell 
Sunshine  hath  not  leave  to  dwell ; 
Sailor,  on  the  darkening  sea ; 
Lift  the  heart,  and  bend  the  knee. 

3  Warrior,  that  from  battle  won, 
IJreathest  now  at  set  of  sun  ; 
Woman,  o'er  the  lowly  slain, 
Weeping  on  his  burial  j)lain  ; 
Ye  that  triumph,  ye  that  sigh. 
Kindred  by  one  holy  tie  ; 
Heaven's  first  star  alike  ye  sec, 
Lift  the  heart  and  bend  the  knee. 

FELICIA.   nKMANM. 

SUPPLICATIONS. 

1  Almighty  Father  !  keep  my  heart. 
And  never,  never  let  me  part 

With  all  the  joy  Thy  love  doth  give, 
While  ill  this  mortal  frame  I  live. 

2  Help  me  to  lift  my  heart  to  Thee, 
When  doubt  or  trial  vexes  me  ; 
And,  Oh  I  my  Saviour  !  much  in  need 
Thy  pardon  for  my  sins  I  plead. 

3  O  Holy  Si)irit!  fill  with  grace 

This  longing  lieart, — I  seek  Thy  face. 
My  Father  !   Saviour  !  and  adore  ; 
lie  Thou  my  strength  foreverinore. 

ELI.A    A.    IIOTCIIKISa. 

Wualvillc,  New  Uaveu,  Cuuii.,  1S£2. 


^Inn  (Bli}n  ^thinlfr. 


Ann  Eliza  Schuyler  wa.s  born  in  New  York,  in  17i2.  She  was  married 
to  J.  J.  Bleecker  in  17(33,  and  lived  in  Poughkeep^ie,  from  which  place  she 
afterwards  removed  to  Tomhanick,  and  spent  several  years  amidst  the 
wild  scenes  of  that  romantic  si)ot.  In  1777  the  approach  of  Burgoync's 
anny  from  Canada  spread  terror  and  dismay  through  that  section,  and 
sadly  dinturbcd  the  peaceful  happiness  of   her  home  in  the  wilderness. 

Her  husband  hastened  to  Albany  to  prepare  a  refuge  for  his  family, 
and  no  sooner  had  he  gone,  than  the  news  came  that  the  enemy  was 
within  two  miles,  burning  and  killing  all  before  them.  Shcimmtdiately 
started  oft  on  foot,  with  a  daughter  clinging  to  each  side,  and  attended 
only  by  a  young  mulatto  girl,  left  her  house  and  everjthiug  a  prey  to  the 
savages.  Finding  shi-lter  when  night  came  on,  she  was  again,  at  early 
morn,  on  her  way,  when  she  met  her  husband  returning  for  the  family. 
They  set  sail  down  the  Hudson,  after  reaching  Albany,  intending  to 
seek  safety  from  the  enemy  at  Redhook.  But  the  poor  woman  was  over- 
taken by  a  fierce  afBiction,  from  the  sword  and  flame  of  which  there 
was  no  escaping.  Her  younger  daughter  was  taken  ill  and  died.  Mrs. 
Bleecker  never  recovered  from  the  blow,  which  came  upon  her  when  her 
nervous  sj'stem  Mas  already  quite  prostrated  by  the  ordeals  through 
which  she  had  just  passed.  After  the  capture  of  Burgoync,  she  returned 
to  her  former  home,  but  never  regained  her  wonted  cheerfulness.  One 
day  in  August  a  party  of  the  enemy  seized  her  husband  and  two  of 
his  men  while  at  work  in  the  harvest  field,  and  carried  them  off  prisoners. 
After  an  absence  of  siz  days,  during  which  his  wife  cudurt.d  the  most 
sickening  anguish  of  the  most  frightful  suspense  and  conjecture,  he  was 
retaken  by  some  Americans  and  returned  home.  She  visited  her  native 
city  after  peace  was  restored;  but  the  havoc  war  had  n\ade  among  the 
scenes  of  her  early  days  weighed  heavily  upon  her  spirits,  and  she  soon 
sank  under  the  weight.  She  returned  to  her  home  at  Tomhanick,  and 
died  in  Nov.  1783,  aged  thirty-one.  Friends  published  her  poems  in 
1793.  They  have  no  very  marked  characteristics,  but  are  sweet  and 
generally  mournful;  yet  the  events  of  her  life  confera  degree  of  interest 
upon  her  productions.  A  delicate  woman  cultivating  the  elegant  arta 
of  refined  society,  while  dwelling  in  regions  of  savage  wildne«!,  among 
scenes  of  alarm  and  bloodshed,  is  a  spectacle  too  striking  not  to  claim 
attention.  One  hymn  is  given  below,  as  a  specimen  of  her  religious 
poems,  and  one  stanza  of  the  poem  entitled: 

RETURN    TO    TOMHANICK. 

Hail,  happy  shades !   though  clad  with  heavy  snows. 
At  sight  of  you,  with  joy  my  bosom  glows  ; 
Ye  arching  pines,  that  bow  with  every  breeze, 
Ye  poplars,  elms,  all  hail !   my  well-known  trees ! 
And  now  my  peaceful  mansion  strikes  my  eye, 
And  now  the  tinkling  rivulet  I  spy  ; 
My  little  garden.  Flora,  hast  thou  kept. 
And  watched  my  pinks  and  lilies  while  I  wept. 

REGARD    MY    ANGUISH. 

(Tune,—  "lii/ugeor  Miirlyn..) 

1  Jesus  Christ !  regard  my  anguish. 

Oh  !  commiserate  my  pain  ; 

Bid  my  soul  no  longer  languish. 

Bid  my  spirit  not  complain. 

2  'Tis  my  comfort  Thou'rt  omniscient, 

All  my  griefs  are  known  to  Thee, 
Saviour  !   Thou  art  all  sufficient. 
To  relieve  a  wretch  like  me. 

3  Now  Thy  clemency  discover. 

Give  my  woimded  soul  repose, 
E'er  my  transient  life  is  over, 
E'er  my  sorrowing  eyelids  close. 

4  By  thy  passion,  I  conjure  thee. 

By  thy  painful  sweat  of  blood ; 
Let  my  sighing  come  before  Thee, 
Seal  my  pardon,  now,  with  God. 

ANN   ELIZA   ULKECKEK.  1780. 


PRA  YER. 


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HOW    SHALL    I    PRAY? 


THE    MERCY-SEAT. 


1  Father,  how  oaii  I  tlius  1)0  bold  to  pray 

Tliat  Tlioii  shalt  ;^raiit  luc;  tliat,  or  span;  iiu'  thi.s  ? 
How  should  my  i;^iioraiice  uot  ^o  astray, 
How  .should  my  foolish  li[)s  not  .speak  amiss 
And  ask  lor  woe  when  fain  they  would  ask  bliss  '^ 

2  How  shall  I  dare  to  prompt  Thee,  the  All-wise, 

To  show  me  kindness  ? — Thou  art  ever  kind. 
What  is  my  feeble  cravini^  in  Thine  eyes 
"Which  view  the  centuries  vast  before,  behind. 
And  sweep  unnund)ered  worlds  like  viewless  wind? 

3  Thy  goodness  ordereth  what  thing  shall  be. 

Thy  wisdom  knoweth  even  my  inmost  want ; 
Wiiy  should  I  raise  a  needless  j)rayer  to  Thee, 
Or  importiuie  Onuiipotencc  to  grant 

My  wishes,  dim,  short-sighted,  ignoran*  ' 

4  And  yet  I  come, — for  Thou  hast  bidden  and  said. 

Hut  not  to  weary  Thee,  or  specify 
A  wish,  but  rather  with  this  prayer  instead : 
"O  Lord,  Thou  knowe.st — give  it  or  d<'ny, 

Fill  up  the  cup  of  joy,  or  pass  me  b}." 

5  Just  as  Thou  wilt  is  just  what  I  would  will; 

Give  me  but  this,  the  heart  to  be  content, 
And  if  my  wish  is  thwarte(i,  to  lie  still. 
Waiting  till  pu/.zle  ami  till  |)ain  are  spent, 

And  the  sweet  thing  made  phiin  whivh  the  Lord 
meant. 

"8USAN   (.ODLIDCiE." 

In  SuDiluy  .Scliwil  Tiiim. 
New  Iiiawich,  N.  H.,  1883. 


SAVIOUR,    I    COME    TO    THEE. 

Saviour,  I  come  to  Thee, 
A  weary  child,  with  pain  and  care  opprest  ; 
Oh !   let  me  lean  this  aching,  burden'd  heart 

l'|)on  Thy  loving  breast ! 

Tiie  way  is  very  dark  ; 
I  cannot  see  it,  Lord,  through  these  my  tears  ! 
Take  Tiiou  my  hand  and  draw  me  up  to  Thee 

Through  all  the  lonely  years. 

I  have  no  strength,  dear  Lord  ; 
Oh  !  let  me  lie  where  I  can  kiss  Thy  feet, 
And  look  up  from  the  dust  into  Thine  eyes 

That  are  so  triu;  and  sweet  I 

Speak  to  me  soft  and  low, 
I^Iy  sj)irit  yearneth  for  one  little  word 
To  cheer  the  still,  .sad  silence  of  my  life  ; 

One  word  from  Thee,  O  Lord ! 

O,  Saviour,  speak  to  me  ; 
And,  as  the  river  falls  into  the  sea. 
And  sinks  to  sleep,  .so  this  my  wearied  heart 

Shall  Hud  its  rest  iu  Thee. 

MMI.   ■.  T.   rux. 


1  Dear  Father,  to  Thy  mercy-seat 

My  soul  for  shelter  flies  : 
'Tis  luMe  1  lind  a  safe  retreat 
When  st(jrms  and  tempests  rise. 

2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 

If  Thou,  my  0(mI,  are  near  ; 
Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 
And  banish  every  fear. 

3  My  great  I'rotector,  and  my  Lord  I 

Thy  constant  aid  impart ; 
Oh  I   let  Thy  kind.  Thy  gracious  word 
Sustain  my  trendiling  heart. 

4  Oh  !  never  let  my  soul  remove 

From  this  divine  retreat ; 
Still  let  me  trust  Thy  j)ower  and  love, 
And  dwell  beneath  Thy  feet. 

ANNK  STEELS. 


PRAYER    FOR   SUBMISSION. 


1  Father,  Oh  I  hear  me  now  ! 

P'ather  divine  I 
Thou,  only  Thou,  canst  see 
The  heart's  deep  agony, 
Help  me  to  say  to  Thee 

"  Thy  will,  not  mine  I  '* 

2  O  Lord !  be  Thou  my  stay 

In  this  dark  hour  ; 
Kindly  each  sorrow  hear. 
Hush  Thou  each  trembling  fear, 
Thee  let  me  still  revere. 

Still  own  Thy  j)ow'r. 

3  In  Thee  alone,  I  trust, 

Thou  lloly  One ! 
Htinibly  to  Thee  I  i»ray 
That,  through  each  troubled  day 
Of  life,  I  still  may  .«ay, 

"  Thy  will  be  done." 


A.VNA    W.    HALL. 


O  THOU.  BEFORE  WHOSE  RADI  \NT SHRINE. 

1   O  Thou,  before  whose  radiant  shrino. 

Entranced,  adoring  seraphs  bend  ; 
Eternal  Source  of  light  divine  ! 
Wilt  Thou  Thy  liallowed  ear  incline. 

And  mort;il  jirayer  attend  ! 
Yes,  Father  I  yes,  iHiiignant  Power  I 

Around  Thee  Ijcams  fair  mercy's  piircAt  ray ; 
No  awful  t«'rrors  'round  Thee  lower. 
Save  when  in  judijmcnl'.s  drcadcil  hour 

Thou  bid'st  creuliuu  treiuble  uud  ubcy. 


i;!2 


WOMAN  ly  a  A  CUED  SONO. 


2  'riicn,  r()l)'(l  in  darknoss  and  in  clouds, 
Tliat  soliMini  veil  Thy  frlorv  .sliruiids, 

Cliaos  and  nii;lit  Tliy  daik  |)aviIion  form  : 
Tliy  S|)irit  on  tlie  wliirlwind  i-idcs, 
Im|u-ls  tin."  imrcsistinii  tides, 

(Jlarcs  in  tin,'  iiirlitninij,  ruslics  in  the  storm; 
IJut  Thou  will  meet  the  suppliant  eye. 
And  Tliou  wilt  mark  the  lowly  sigh, 
And  Thou  the  holy  tear  wilt  see, 
"Which  penitence  (levotes  to  Thee  ; 

That  sigh  Thy  breezes  waft  to  heaven, 

That  holy  tear  is  grateful  incense  given. 
Low,  hunihle,  sad  to  Thee  I  bend, 

Oh  !  listen  from  Thy  blest  abode. 
And  though  celestial  hymns  ascend, 
Oh  !  deign  a  mortal's  prayer  attend, 

My  Father  and  my  God. 

3  Teach  me,  if  hope,  if  joy  be  mine, 
To  bless  Thy  bounteous  liand  divine ; 
And  still  with  trembling  hotnage  raise 
A  grateful  paeau  of  exalted  praise. 

4  When  deep  affliction  wounds  my  soul. 
Still  let  me  own  Thy  mild  control ; 
Teach  me,  submissive  and  resigned, 
To  calm  the  temi)est  of  the  mind ; 
To  lift  the  meek  adoring  eye, 
Suppress  the  tear,  and  hush  the  sigh ; 
Ga/e  on  one  bright  unclouded  star. 
And  hail  the  "  Dayspring  "  from  afar  ; 
Bid  angel-faith  dispel  surrounding  gloom. 
And  soar  on  cherub  wing  beyond  the  tomb. 

HBS.  BEMAKS. 


ADOPTION. 


Heb.  lil :  7. 

1  My  God,  my  Father,  blissful  name ! 

Oh  !  may  I  call  Thee  mine  ? 
May  I  with  sweet  assurance  claim 
A  portion  so  divine  ? 

2  Whate'er  Thy  providence  denies 

I  calmly  would  resign. 
For  Thou  art  good  and  just  and  wise ; 
Oh  !  bend  my  will  to  Thine  ! 

3  Whate'er  Thy  sacred  will  ordains, 

Oh  !  give  me  strength  to  bear  ! 
And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 
And  trust  llis  tender  care. 

4  Thy  sovereign  ways  are  all  unknown 

To  my  weak,  erring  sight ; 
Yet  let  my  soul  adoring  own 
That  all  Thy  ways  are  right. 

ANNE    KTEELK. 


SUBMISSION. 

Mark  xiv  :  36. 

1  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt  I 

Oh  I  may  Thy  will  Ije  mine  ; 
Into  Thy  hand  of  love 

1  would  my  all  resign  ; 
Through  sorrow,  or  through  joy, 

Conduct  me  as  Thine  own, 
And  help  me  still  to  say. 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  ! 

2  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

Though  seen  through  manj^  a  tear, 
Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

Grow  dim  or  disapj)ear  : 
Since  Thou  on  earth  hast  wept, 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone. 
If  I  must  weep  with  Thee, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  ! 

3  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt ! 

All  shall  be  well  for  me  ; 
Each  changing  future  scene 

I  gladly  trust  with  Thee : 
Straight  to  my  home  above 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing,  in  life  or  death, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done  ! 

JANF.  BOKTHWICK. 

Born  1825. 

Tr.  from  the  German  of  .Schiuolk. 

PRAYER    FOR    GRACE    AND    MERCY. 

■  For  we  have  not  a  high  priest  which  cannot  be  touched  with  the 
feeling  of  our  infirmities.  " 

1  Lord,  we  hear  the  heavenly  call, 
At  Thy  throne  we  humbly  fall. 
Boldly  seek  Thy  promised  grace, 
And  the  favor  of  Th}'  face. 

2  For  we  have  not  an  high  priest 
Far  from  us,  as  west  from  east. 
Whom  we  cannot  touch  or  find; 
Christ  is  near,  and  Christ  is  kind. 

3  If  our  hearts  have  opened  been, 
He  hath  passed  the  portals  in, 
Supped  with  us,  and  we  with  Him; 
He  will  guide  our  pathway  dim. 

4  llumbl)'  then  our  hearts  we  lay 
At  Thy  feet,  and  meekly  pray 
Grace  to  help  in  time  of  need, 
Mercy  for  each  thought  and  deed. 

EMILV  PUTNAM  WILLIAMS. 
Aug.  1882. 

LET    ME    LEAN    ON    THEE. 

1  When  my  way  is  hedged  about  me. 

Hedged  with  thorns  of  care  : 
When  the  cross  I  loved  so  dearly 

Seems  too  hard  to  bear  ; 
When  my  heart  is  bowed  in  sorrow, 

And  no  light  I  see. 
Lord,  Thy  tender  mercy  j)leading, 

Let  me  lean  on  Thee. 


PRAYER  FOR  SUBMISSION. 


13f 


2  Oil !  for  faitli  to  cast  hchiiid  mo 

Every  sail  complaint  ; 
Faith  to  run  ami  not  he  weary, 

\\'alk  and  never  I'aint  ; 
Thou  (lost  know  and  feel  my  weakness  ; 

Saviour,  look  on  me  ; 
Now  Tliy  tender  jnercy  pleading, 

Let  me  lean  t)n  Thee. 

3  Closer  let  Thine  arms  enfold  me, 

Closer  to  Thy  breast 
Draw  my  weary,  trend)ling  spirit. 

Calm  its  doubts  to  rest  ; 
Give  me  strength  for  every  burden 

Thou  hast  borne  for  nie  ; 
Lord,  Thy  tender  mercy  j)leading, 

Let  me  lean  on  Thee. 

rAXNY  CKOHBY  VAN   AUITYNE. 
Copyright,  1877,  by  Biglow  &  Malu,  anil  ux.-d  )jy  \<kt. 

Mrs.  mm  €.  Mm. 


Mn.  laodoiv  G.  JuScry  [nit  Gilbert)  has  written  many  pocnu  of  a 
hiKh  urUur  for  many  of  the  moat  prominent  patxTn  of  tlie  reliKioun  pmw. 
She  has  for  years  been  a  cnnitant  contrlbntnr  to  "The  Atlraiir  •,"  ami 
fills  a  responsibly  poaitioD  in  the  ofBce  of  that  popular  and  valuable 
religious  weekly. 


THY    WILL    BE    DONE. 

1  O  Father !  teach  me  how  to  pray  this  prayer 

With  my  whole  wayward  soul  ; 
Teach  me  of  true  submission  to  Thy  care, 
Thy  merciful  control. 

2  I  say  it,  but  back  thro'  the  empty  air 

Fall  echoes,  nothiuij  more  ; 
Brain,  heart  and  sou!  conflict,  faith  strives  with  fear ; 
I  doubt,  and  still  adore. 

3  This  conflict  is  not  prayer,  bid  it  depart ; 

Fold  all  my  life  in  thine ; 
Teach  mo  to  bow  the  head,  to  hush  the  heart ; 
Fullill  Thy  will  in  mine. 

4  Divideil  nature,  stran;s;e  dellected  will, 

God  only  can  control. 
And  hush  thee  into  harmony,  to  fill 
The  yearning  of  thy  soul. 

5  WhcBe  is  the  answer  that's  so  long  delayed  ? 

O  God  of  rijrhteousness  ! 
What  hidilen  purpose  hath  the  blessing  stay'd  ? 
Teach  me  to  trust  in  this. 
C  I'll  jjive  up  all  I   Thy  will  be  done,  how,  where; 
Thou  seesf  best  anil  riirht  : 
Only  reveal  Thy  shiiiiiiii  prisnicc.  near; 
'Twill  brighten  :dl  the  nijilil. 
7   Here  lies  the  open  secret  of  all  joy, 
The  comiuost  of  all  j)ain  ; — 
Christ,  the  New  Testament  Shekinah,  nigh, 
.  God  manifest  to  men  ! 

lilAbOKK   li.   jr.lTKRV. 

('hica<<>.  ni ,  IS33. 


tannic  ^inii.5lfiT  fanthfr. 


Kaniilf  Lln<1iili-y  Funvlier's  hymns  und  «acr>-<I  (kxius  luive  broiiglit 
comfort  ti)  wnlbciirtii,  unJ  luive  received  uppricUtlon  and  cuuiuicnihi- 
tiim  from  a  lurvf  circle  uf  friends  and  ac<|ualMtances.  Tlie  sweet  spirit 
of  conserratjon  und  sti1>mlH.slon  eipreftH4'<l  |u  her  hymns,  finds  an  echo 
iu  nuuy  hearta  who  have  aliared  the  same  i-iperlcncea 


SUBMISSION. 

(Tunc-  ir.irf.) 

1  Dear  Father,  when  we  ask  of  Thoe, 
An  earnest  plea,  an  an.vious  jdea, 
IIel|)  us  to  ask  of  Thee  divine : 

Thy  will  not  mine, 
Not  mine  but  Thine. 

2  Too  jirone  are  we  to  plead  this  way. 
Give  that,  O  Lord,  not  tlii.s,  I  pray. 
And  that  we  yearn  for,  pray  for,  gain  ; 

Gives  naught  but  pain. 
Severest  pain. 

3  Thy  will  may  lead  through  thorny  maze, 
May  till  with  sorrow  here  our  days; 
Then  t.ike  our  hand,  we  groping  sec 

Our  way  to  Thee, 
Draw  us  to  Thee. 

4  Thou,  only  Thou,  each  heart  can  read. 
Can  only  feel,  and  give  its  need; 

Oh  I  if  through  crosses  we  must  live, 
Submission  give, 
Submission  give. 

FANXY  L.   rANCUCR,  U7S, 


ASPIRATION. 

1  How  oft  I  see  it  in  my  dreams ! 

A  sunny  table-land  of  calm. 
With  broidery  of  silver  streams. 

And  gentle  breezes  sweet  with  balm. 

2  The  storms  that  fiercely  rage  below, 

Ne'er  cloud  its  clear  horizon-bars ; 
In  purer  air  its  blossoms  grow. 

And  all  its  nights  are  lit  with  stars. 

3  My  eager  feet  would  climb  at  will 

Tliis  upward  path  of  toil  and  care, 
Yet.  slippinji.  bleediiiif.  fallini;  still. 
Almost  I  yield  me  to  despair. 

5  O  Father  I   take  me  by  the  hand, 

15id  all  my  weary  stumblings  ceiuso. 
And  guide  me  to  the  promise*]  lan<l  — 
The  Beulah  of  Thy  perfect  pe.ace  I 

MAJtT  A.   r.  STAJtmWWV 
Appletan.  Wla.  latl- 


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WOMAN  IN  SACKED  SONG. 


TAKE    MY    HAND. 

1  Take  my  liaiid,  my  Katlu^r, 

Hold  it  fast  in  'l'liiii(>, 
I  am  weak  and  sinful, 

Tliou  art  all  diviao  ; 
I  am  so  unworthy 

.lournt-yini;  liuro  below, 
Tak(>  my  liaml,  my  Father, 

Never  let  it  go. 

2  Take  my  hand,  my  Father, 

For  the  way  is  dark, 
An<l  the  waves  of  sorrow 

Uock  my  fragile  banjue 
Keep  me  close  beside  Thee, 

Never  let  me  stray. 
Take  my  hand,  my  Father, 

Lead  me  all  the  way. 

3  Take  my  hand,  my  Father, 

I  am  ])0()r  and  blind, 
I  am  groping,  help  me 

Heaven  and  Thee  to  find! 
Kee])  my  feet  from  falling 

To  the  depths  below  ; 
Take  my  hand,  my  Father, 

Never  let  it  go. 


IDA  SCOTT  TAYLOR. 

JacksonviUe,  Ul.,  1884. 


ETERNITY. 

L.  M. 

1  Eternity  is  just  at  hand  ; 

And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand, 
And  careless  view  departing  day. 
And  throw  my  iuch  of  time  away  ? 

2  Eternity  without  a  bound, 

To  guilty  souls  a  dreadful  sound! 

15ut  Oh  I  if  Christ  and  heaven  l)e  mine, 

How  sweet  the  accents  I  liow  divine  ! 

3  Be  this  my  chief,  my  only  care, 
]\Iy  high  pursuit,  my  ardent  i)rayer, 
An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood, 

]\Iy  pardon  sealed,  and  peace  with  God. 

4  But  should  my  highest  hopes  be  vain. 
The  rising  doubt,  how  sharj)  the  pain  ! 
My  fears,  O  gracious  God,  remove. 
Confirm  my  title  to  Thy  love. 

5  Search,  Lord,  Oh  !  search  my  inmost  heart, 
And  light,  and  \\o\m',  and  joy  impart ; 
From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free. 

And  jruide  me  safe  to  heavcu  and  Thee. 

ANNE  STEELE. 

DEAR   SAVIOUR.    HELP    US. 

Death  will  soon  come.     But  why  .should  we  grieve, 
Earth,  with  its  sorrows  and  trials,  to  leave  ? 
Ah  1   may  we  rise  o'er  the  bubbles  of  time. 
Rise  to  the  light  of  that  glory  sublime  ? 


2  Say,  may  we  triumph  o'(t  sorrow  and  sin. 
Art  and  its  snares  and  temptations  within  ? 
Vi(^w  with  these  eyes  the  great  Fountain  of  Light, 
In  his  bright  presence  find  faith  turned  to  sight  ? 
O  Saviour,  help  us  !  that  when  we  shall  go 

Up  from  tiie  scenes  that  surround  us  below, 
Radiant  with  joy,  we  together  may  stand, 

3  Holy  and  happy,  at  God's  own  right  hand, 
(virth  is  our  trial ;  Oh  I  ludp  us  each  day, 
Let  us  not  falter  not  faint  by  the  way, 
Putting  our  trust  in  thy  power  alone. 

4  Up  lead  us  ever.  Oh !  make  us  thine  own  ; 
Still  lead  us  on,  till  we  meet  at  Thy  throne. 

ANNA  UOLVOKK  UOWABD. 


Jane  Taylor  wai!  one  of  thcwclI-knowuTajlnrsofOngar,  a  family  who 
seenitobavc  bad  a  hereditary  taste  {or  literature.  Their  works  are  rcconl- 
ed  iu  a  volume,  entitled  "  The  Family  Peu,"  edited  by  her  graudfather, 
the  Rev.  Isaac  Taylor,  Ineuuibeut  of  St.  Mathias.  Bethnal  Green.  She 
was  born  in  London.  Se|itember  23.  1783.  Her  father,  Isaac  Taylor, 
author  of  "Scenes  in  £uroi>e,"  &c.,  was  ori^ually  a  line  engraver,  but 
afterwards  became  a  minister  of  an  Independent  congregation  at  Col- 
chester, iu  Ks.sex.  He  gave  his  children  a  good  eduction  and  careful 
training  under  his  own  superintendence.  Jaue  began  to  scribble  verses 
when  she  wasnineyearsof  age.  Along  with  her  sister  .\nn  ^afterwards 
Mrs.  Gilbert',  she  published  "Original  Poems."  and  "Hymns  for  Infant 
Minds,"which  are  deservedly  popular.  She  is  also  the  author  of  "Essays 
in  Rhyme," "Display,"  ic,  &.c.  She  died  atOngar. :n  Essex,  April  12, 
1824.  Isaac  Taylor,  author  of  the  "Natural  History  of  Enthusiasm," 
and  many  other  prose  works,  is  abrother  of  Jane  Taylor. 
(See  ■*  Practical  Devotions,"  page  401. 


GUIDANCE   THROUGH    LIFE. 
I 

Thou  who  didst  for  Peter's  faith 

Kindly  condescend  to  pray  ; 
Thou  whose  loving  kindness  hath 

Kept  me  to  the  present  day. 
Kind  Conductor, 

Still  direct  my  devious  way  ! 
When  a  tempting  world  in  view 

Gains  upon  my  yielding  heart, 
When  its  pleasures  I  pursue, 

Then  one  look  of  jiity  dart, — 
Teach  me  pleasures. 

Which  the  world  can  ne'er  impart. 
When  with  horrid  thoughts  i)rofane 

Satan  would  my  soul  invade, 
When  he  calls  religion  vain. 

Mighty  Victor  !  be  my  aid! 
Send  Thy  Spirit ; 

Bid  ine  conflict  undismayed. 
When  my  unbelieving  fear 

Makes  me  think  myself  too  vile. 
When  the  legal  curse  I  hear. 

Cheer  me  with  a  gospel  smile  : 
Or,  if  hiding, 

Hide  Thee  only  for  a  while. 


PIIA  YER  FOR  SUIiMISSlON. 


1.15 


II 

1  Wlicii  T  listen  to  Tliy  Wi.nl 

III    Tliy  tt'inplc  cold  and  d(  ad, 
A\'iifn  I  cannot  set;  my  Lord, 
All  faith's  little  daylight  tk-d, 

Sun  of  glory, 
Bciun  again  around  my  head. 

2  When  Thy  statutes  I  forsaki-, 

Wiien  Thy  graces  dindy  shine, 
When  the  covenant  I  break, 
Jesus,  then  renieniher  Thine  : 

Check  my  wanderings 
V>\  a  look  of  love  divine. 

3  Then  if  heavenly  dews  distil. 

And  my  views  are  bright  anil  dear, 
While  I  sit  on  Zion's  hill. 
Temper  joy  with  holy  fear  ; 

Keep  me  watch I'ul, 
Safe  alone,  whih'  Thou  art  near. 


Ill 


1  When  alTlictions  cloml  n\y  sky. 

When  the  tide  of  sorrow  flows, 
When  the  rod  is  lifted  high. 
Let  me  on  Thy  love  repose  ; 

Stay  Thy  rough  wind 
When  Thy  chilling  east  wind  blows. 

2  Kind  Forerunner,  soothe  my  f<'ars. 

Light  me  through  the  darksome  way  : 
When  the  vale  of  death  appears, 
Faint  and  cold  this  mortal  clay, 

Break  the  shadows. 
Usher  in  eternal  day. 

3  Starting  from  this  dying  state. 

Upward  bid  my  soul  aspire ; 
Open  Thou  the  crystal  gate. 
To  Thy  praise  attune  my  lyre ; 

Dwell  forever. 
Dwell  on  each  innnortal  wire. 

4  From  the  sparkling  turrets  there, 

Oft  I'll  trace  my  pilgrim  way, 
Often  bless  Thy  guardian  care. 
Fire  by  night  and  cloud  by  day  ; 

While  my  triumphs 
At  my  Leader's  feet  I  lay. 

5  Anil  when  mighty  trumpets  blown 

Shall  the  judgment  dawn  |)roclaim 
From  the  central  Itniiiing  thione, 
'Mid  creation's  tinal  tiame. 

With  the  rahNomed, 
Judge  and  Saviour,  own  my  name  ! 

ANN   TAYLOR   IIILnKHT 


THE    YOUNG    BELIEVER'S    PRAYER. 

1    O  God  !  may  I  look  \\\>  to  Thee  ? 
I  would  adilress  Thee  if   I  may; 
And  this  my  one  reipiest  should  be, 
Teach  me  tt)  pray. 


2  Now  in  my  sorrow  I  would  ask. 

What  thoughts  to  think,  what  words  to  say  ; 
I'rayer  is  a  new  and  arduous  ta>k  ; 
Teach  me  to  pray. 

3  A  heartless  form  will  not  sufTire, 

The  self-<leemeil  rii-h  are  sent  away  ; 
The  heart  nmst  bring  the  sacritice — 
Teach  me  to  l>ray. 

4  To  whom  shall  I,  Thy  creature,  turn  ? 

Whonj  else  address  ?  whom  else  olx-y  ? 
Teach  me  the  lesson  I  would  learn — 
Teacli  me  to  pray. 

!)  Now,  in  my  hour  of  trouble,  deign 
To  bow  my  spirit  to  Thy  sway  ; 
Now,  let  me  ask  Thee  not  in  vain — 
Teacli  me  to  pray. 

G  To  Theo  alone  my  eyes  look  up. 

Turn  not,  O  (Jod,  Thy  face  aw.iy, 
I'rayer  is  my  only  door  of  hope — 
Teacli  nie  to  jiray. 


CUAIlLom   ILLIoT. 


FATHER   ALMIGHTY! 

Father  Almighty ! 
From  Thy  high  seat,  Thuu  watchest  and  routrollest 

The  insects  that  upon  'Ihy  footstool  creep. 
While  with  a  never-wearied  hand,  Thou  lolhst 

Millions  of  worlds  along  the  boundless  deej>. 
O  Father  I   now  the  clouds  hang  blackening  o'er  us. 

And  the  dark,  boiling  ilee|)s  beneath  us  yawn  ; 
Scatter  the  tempests,  quell  the  waves  before  us. 

To  the  wild,  fearful   night,  send  Thou  a  blessed 
dawn. 

Father  All  Holy  ! 
When  Thou  shalt  sit  upon  Thy  throne  of  glory. 
The  steadfast  earth,  the  strong,  untiring  sea. 
Their  vi-rdaiit  isles,  their  mountains,  high  and  hoary, 
With  awe  and  fear  shall  from  Thy  presence  Hee. 
Then  shalt  Thou  sit,  a  judge,  the  guilty  dooming 
To  adamatitine  chains  and  endless  fire  ; 
C)  Father  I   how  may  we  abide  Thy  coming  ? 
Where  lind  a  shelter  from  the  pure  Jehovah's  ire? 

Father  All  l^Ierciful  ! 
Still  may  tin-  guilty  come  in  peace  iK-fore  Theo, 
IJathing  'I'liy  feet  with  tears  of  love  and  woe  ; 
And  while  for  pardon  onlv  we  implore  'I'liee, 
r)li>|ings  divine,  unnumbered,  o'er  us  flow. 
Father,  her  heart  from  all  her  idols  tearing. 
Thine  erring  child  again  would  turn  to  'I'liee  ; 
To  Thee  she  IhmiiIs,  ireml>ling.  yet  not  dexpairinp. 
From  fejir,  reinorst",  and  sin,  O  Father  I  set  her  free  I 

■  ARTIIA   OAT. 

B(in<  1M1    Itw.i  im 


13G 


WOAfAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


OH!  TO  BE  READY. 


Words  by  MRS.  I   M.  IIARTSOUGH. 


Arr.  and  Harmonized  by  MISS  ALICE  HARTSOUGH. 
Melody  by  L.  HARTSOUGH. 


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g=^-r=s^==j= 


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Just     as  lie  thinks  for    tliebest;       Ohl    to    be  read-y,      read-y,  Read-  y     to      go     or      to   stay, 


-(«—(•— ^—(« — •- 


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Choiius. 


Just     as  the    Mas  -  ter  clioos-es, 


Just    as  He     o  -  pens    tlie  way. 


Oh  I    to    be      read  -  y,  read  -  y, 


Read-  y    and  watching     in  prayer,  Read    -y  for  Christ' sap-pear  -  mg.    Read-   y  His    glo  -  ry   to  share. 


i^-^^S=E^ 


2  Oh  !  to  be  ready,  ready, 

Ready  God's  word  to  obey; 
Shunniiijf  the  i)ath  of  <laiiger, 

Seckini^  the  one  narrow  way. 
Oil  !   to  bo  ready,  riady, 

Ucaily  to  sulVcr  His  will, 
"NVIioiM  the  Ivord  loves  lie  cliastcMs, 

C'liabteus  lor  jijood,  not  for  ill. 
3.  Oh  !  to  be  ready,  ready. 

Heady  to  j;"  at  His  eall. 
Over  the  eohl,  dark  river, 

Flowiiiji  so  near  to  us  all. 


Oil  !  to  be  ready,  ready. 

Ready  uiy  dear  ones  to  meet. 
Shouting  the  Saviour's  praises, 

Casting  tlieir  crowns  at  His  feet. 
4  Oh !  to  be  ready,  ready, 

Ready  to  join  in  the  song. 
Filling  the  courts  of  glory. 

Sung  by  a  numberless  throng. 
01)  I  to  be  ready,  ready. 

Ready  witli  Jesus  to  dwell ; 
Saved  evermore  in  heaven, 

Saved  evermore  from  hell. 


Copyright,  1878.  by  L.  HARTSOUGH. 


ritAYF.n  Fon  ouinANcn. 


137 


Jnnit  lt;iri;i 


^p:nili)ing. 


Mre.  Anna  Maria  Spaulding  was  boninear  PhUiidflphla,  Penn.,  Not. 
1836,  uiid  ditillri  ViuL'laud,  New  Juraij.iulgoS.  lien  huh  uiie of  tbc  lucist 
tciuli;r  ami  inircst  aiiirita  of  uartli .  For  a  cousldcrablo  time  «hu  atU-iidud 
scboul  at  alAidies'Sciiiinary  iu  St.  Louu.  Mi>..  and  waa  (|tiilu  noted  for 
her  literary  ?l)ility.  eaiiecially  in  verse.  During  IUl' late  war  sUo  wnitc 
many  patriotic  pieces,  wliicli  were  published,  witb  other  original  poeuia 
on  TariMUHSubjiCts,  in  1865,  and  from  which  the  followinu  hymn  111  taken 
with  ntliem  in  this  volume.  throui;h  tbe  cuurteay  of  ber  rebktire.  Mm. 
Dr.  Miut'X  of  Wiuchester,  111. 


PRAYER. 
DURING    PERIL    AND    AFFLICTION. 

1  I'^itlii'i-  in  licaviM),  pity  Tiiv  cliild, 
Looiv  iu  cuinpa.-isioii,  ti'udcr  and  mild. 

2  My  bark  i.-<  ilriven  far  out  at  sea — 
There  is  no  beacon  shiiiiiiij  for  ine. 

.'}   If  it  i.s  sliiniii"^,  I  si-e  no  lii,dit — 

An^ry  waves  lieavinif  slnit  out  the  sight. 

4  Is  there  no  haven  wliere  I  may  lio 
Till  the  tierce  tempest  passes  nie  by  ? 

;")  C)  Saviour,  forgive  !  hear  me,  I  pray, 
i'ardou  !  Oh  I   pardon,  turn  not  uway. 

6  Come  in  the  tempest,  come  to  me  now  ; 
Give  for  my  beacon,  light  on  my  brow: 

7  Make  my  bark  steady,  calm  down  the  sea; 
Tell  me  Thou  lovest  me,  even  me. 

8  Give  me  true  courage,  give  me  pure  joy. 
That  earthly  .sorrow  cannot  destroy. 

9  Give  the  assurance  that  Thou  wilt  save — 
Let  me  uot  perish  uuder  death's  wave. 

A.SNA   M.VKIA    Ml'KlLDINO. 

February,  1860. 


A   LITTLE   WHILE. 

1  Oil !   for  the  peace  which  floweth  like  a  river. 

Making  life's  desert  places  bloom  and  smile  ! 
Oil  I  for  tiie  faith  to  gra.>;p  heavtu's  bright  "fori'ver," 
Amid  the  shadows  of  earth's  "  little  while  I  " 

2  A  little  while  for  patient  vigil-keeping, 

To  face  the  storm,  to  battle  with  tlie  .strong ; 
A  little  while  to  sow  the  seed  with  weejiing. 

Then  bind  the  sheaves  and  sing  the  harvest  song  I 

3  A  little  while  to  keep  the  oil  from  failing, 

A  little  while  faith's  lliektring  lamp  to  trim: 
And  then,  the  Britleiiroom's  coming  footstt'ps  hailing. 
To  haste  to  meet  llim  with  tin-  bridal  hymn  I 

4  And  He  who  is  Himself   the  gift  and  giver, — 

'i'he  future  glory  and  the  i)resent  smile, — 
With  the  bright  promise  of  the  glad  "forever" 
Will  light  the  sliadows  of  tiie  "  little  while  ! " 

MiUi.  JAM  r.  I'RKWDnON. 


HOLD   THOU    MY    H,^ND 

1  Hold  I'hon  my  h:ind  ! 

As  o'er  life's  changing,  troubled  sea  I  ll<>at. 
AikI  storm-gusts  lierce  oft  threat  to  wreck  my  boat, 
Or  when  the  billows  roar  and  swell  in(i>t  high, 
When  nought  I  see  but  dark  and  fr(iwiiiie_'  sk\. 
Lord,  near  me  stand. 

2  Call  Thou  to  me  1 

Whene'er  with  fancied  .strength  I  strive  to  guide, 
Without  Thy  helj),  my  bark  acro.ss  the  tid<-, 
Oh  I  let  not  then  Thy  anger  on  me  fall. 
But  deign  the  foolish  wand'rer  to  recall 
IJack  unto  Thee. 
•5  Hold  Thou  my  haml  I 

And  give  me  strength  to  battle  boldly  on, 
Ne't-r  shrinking  though  tin-  tide  be  swift  and  strong; 
And,  when  by  you  bright  shore  my  anchor's  east. 
Oh  !   then  with  joyous  .soul  may  I  at  Ixst 
IJefore   Thee  st.ind. 

L'l.LJE  n     AKCKHTUOM. 

ETERNITY. 
1    O   Thou  essential  Word, 

\\'\w  wast  from  everlasting 
With  (Jod,  for  Thou  wast  (iod } 

On  Thee  our  burden  castiug, 
O  .Saviour  of  our  race. 

Welcome  indeed  Thou  art. 
Redeemer,  Fount  of  Grace, 

To  this  my  longing  heart. 
3  Come,  self-existent  Word, 

And  speak  Thou  in  my  spirit ; 
The  soul  where  'I'hon  art  heard. 

Doth  endless  peace  inherit.  ^ 
Thou  light  that  lightenest  all. 

Abide  through  faith  in  me, 
Nor  let  me  from  Thee  fall. 

Nor  seek  a  guide  but  Thee. 

CATIIKRINK  WINKWllKTII,   TR. 

PRAYER    FOR   CLEANSING. 

1  O  Lord,  when  Thou  with  earth-born  feet 

Didst  trea<l  the  shores  of  Galilee, 
In  mercy  and  compassion  sweet 

Thou  b:jd'st  the  leper  cleansed  Ix*, 
That  hopeless  cried,  the  gate  outside, 
"  I'nclean,  unclean  !  " 

2  O  Christ  divine,  w»'  come  to  Thee  : 
Thy  light  and  glory  hast  revealed 

Our  souls,  dark  spots  of  leprosv. 

And  sin-wrought  scars  wi'  thought  concoaletl ; 
We,  too,  draw  nigh,  and  helpless  cry, 
*•  I'nclean,  unclean  !  " 

3  Oh  I  clean.s*'  our  liearts  I  Oh  !  make  us  wliolu  I 
Lost  peace  and  purity  restore  ; 

Th;it  outside  heaven's  gate,  our  .souls 

May  not  be  barred  foreverniure  ; 

And,  sejiled  our  fate,  we  cry  loo  late, 

'*  Unclean,  unclean  I  " 

Mui  w.  B  inrrtK. 

Worab<.«k.  IU. 


1.38 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


Chiirloltc  61liott. 


( IVmi  17SCI.  IJriijliton.  KnK-. 
I  Died  1871. 

••J.,.,tMJam"hi«  cmWnied  a  men.ory,     Charlotte  KUiott  wrote 
much  l..-8i.le«  this  favorite  hyii.u     Some  of  lur  utterances  are  woi.Uer- 
fu'.ly  fresh  in  feeling  an.l  llnishe.l  in  f„rnv,  hut  none  havc.nore  completely 
«..u  the  heart  of  the  Christian  church.     In  spite  of  physical  weakne^ 
ana   much  suffering-,  her  writings  are  full  of  gentleness,  patience,  and 
„uiet.  rejoicing  spiritual  strength.     Her  mothers  nau.e  is  yet  fragrant 
as  that  of  one  of  the  leaders  in  the  great  religious  awakennig  of  ast  cen- 
tury.   She  was  thus  connected  on  IkHI.  sides  with  fan.ilies  who  ha.  long 
l>wu  identified  with  the  pn.gress  of  evangelical  religion  in  the  land.     It 
is  said  she  wxs  naturally  very  self-willed,  and  even  after  Chr.st.an  niflu- 
ences  wre  stn.ngly  at  work  in  her.  she  had  to  make  vigorous  effort  to 
BUlKlue  it.     She  w;us  vivacious  in  spirit,  and  early  in  life  wote  many  hu- 
morous poems,  which  were  received  with  great  <:cl„l.    But  it  was  char- 
acteristic   of    her    that  her    conversations   with,   and    letters  to  her 
unconverted  friends,  were  framed  with  a  tender  and  wiiming  solicitude 
for    their  temporal  and  eternal   welfare.    She  edited,  for  twenty-five 
years,  the  "Christian  llemembrauoe  Pockct-Book,"  which  was  enriched 
by  many  of  her  own  pro.luctions.    She  also  revised  a  hymn  book  for 
Invalid-.,  which  lia<l  been  edited  by  a  Miss  Kieiuan,  and  to  «hidi  she 
added  upwanis  of  one  hundred  of  her  own  and  Rev.  Hugh  Whites 
hjimis.     In  this  b.v,k,  "Just  as  I  am"  was  first  published  m  1833,  and  in 
a  short  time,  so  great  w:is  the  sale,  it  reached  the  eighteenth  thousand. 

Ill  connection  with  this,  the  following  anecdote  may  be  told,  as  related 
by  her  sister:  ".\  vouug  lady  friend  was  so  impress,  d  with  it,  that  she 
had  it  printed  as  a  leaflet  and  widely  circulated,  without  any  idea  by 
whom  it  had  been  conip..sed.  It  happened  rather  curiously  that  while 
wc  were  living  at  Tor(,nay,  ".ur  valued  Christian  physician  came  to  see  us 
one  morning,  having  in  his  hand  this  leaflet.  He  offered  it  to  my  sister, 
saying,  I  am  sure  this  will  please  you;'  and  great  indeed  was  his  aston- 
Uliment  at  finding  that  it  was  written  by  herself,  though  by  what  means 
it  had  be..n  thus  print -d  aud  circulated  she  was  utterly  ignorant. 
Shortly  after  we  became  ac^iuainted  with  the  lady  who  had  printed  )t.^^ 
M;^^  E;ii..ttals,j  published  "Hours  of  Sorrow  Cheered  and  Comforted. 
When  finally,  her  great  age  aud  poor  health  rendered  it  impossible  for 
her  longer  to  attpiid  divine  service  in  the  church  she  so  dearly  h.ved,  she 
said  to  her  sister:  "My  Bible  is  my  Church,  It  is  always  open,  and 
there  is  my  High  Priest  ever  waiting  to  receive  me.  There  I  have 
my  confe.«;..na!,  ray  thanksjiving,  my  psalm  of  praise,  a  held  of 
promises,  and  a  congregation  of  whom  the  worid  is  not  worthy  -  proph- 
eU  an.l  apostles,  and  martyrs  and  confessors  -  in  short,  all  I  can 
want,  there  I  find."  At  the  commencement  of  her  eighty-first  year  she 
wrotj: 

"I  feel  that  so  great  an  age  as  mine  re.iuires  three  things-  great  faith, 
preat  patience  an.l  peac  ■.  Come  what  may  during  the  year  upon  which 
we  have  entered,  I  firmly  believe  that  goodness  and  mercy,  bke  two 
guardian  ang  -Is,  will  follow  us  during  every  day,  in  every  hour,  m  every 
varying  circumstance  tlirough  which  we  may  have  to  pass." 
Her  sister  writes  that— 

"The  list  manifestation  of  consciousness  was  on  the  morning  of  her 
death  when,  on  her  sister  rcp<-ating  to  her  .heir  text  for  the  day.  "Thine 
eyes  shall  sec  the  King  in  His  beauty,  they  shall  behold  the  land  that  is 
Tery  far  oft "  she  clasped  her  han.is  together  ;  andas  she  raised  her  eyes 
to  heaven  a  beam  came  over  her  countenance,  which  showed  that  she 
fully  entered  into  the  precious  wor.ls,  an.l  was  realizing  the  glorious  vi- 
sion she  was  so  soon  to  behold.  On  the  evening  of  that  day,  September 
22d,  1871  at  ten  o'clock,  without  any  apparent  sulT.rii.g.  .ir  the  slightest 
struggle.'  she  fell  asleep  in  .Icsu=i,  so  p-acofuUy  that  it  was  dillicult  to  fix 
the  luomeut  when  the  gentle  breathuig  ceased." 

These  facU  and  incidents  will  have  sufficiently  shown  that  ChaiWte 
F;ii..ttexhibite.l,  in  a  high  degree,  the  virUi-s  of  self-denial,  patience, 
faith  love  and  zeal  for  Koo.1  works.  An  invali.l.  almost  always  in  pam, 
she  was  notwithstanding,  never  idle.  If  in  the  liwt  res.ut  she  had  to 
realize  with  Milt.in.that  "they  als.)  serve  wh..  only  stand  and  wait," 
she  eviin  then  contrived  to  make  her  work  the  sweeter  for  her  song  ;  aud 
she  never  ceasc.l  to  shed  abr..;id  a  fragrance  of  j..y.  such  as  wonl.l  attract 
the  young  to  religion  as  few  things  will.  Why  sh.iul.lreligi.m  be  gloomy? 
The  Christian,  of  all  persons,  should  be  cheerful  -  the  dispenser  of 
»„l.-mn  joy  Cliarlottc  Ehiott  must  be  held  forth  in  this  great  light  for 
a  moment,  else  no  justice  were  d.uie  to  her.  Far  fr.,m  narrow,  preju- 
dice.! or  irritable,  sh,-  is  eiacly  the  woman  y.m  wnul.l  wi.sli  t.>  h.ave  be- 


side y.m  either  in  your  happiest  or  your  most  sorrowful  momentn.  She 
has  the  faculty  of  Umching  the  ni.wt  cmim.mplace  things  with  the  glow 
of  feeling  andcmviction:  she  is  always  richly  experimental,  andrecom- 
meuds  her  teaching  by  her  character.—"  Eng.  Review." 


JUST     AS     I     AM. 

1  Just  as  T  am,  witlioiit  one  plea, 

But  tliat  Tliy  hlood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  tliat  'I'liou  bidst  uw  come  to  Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  Thee,'  whose  hlood  can  clean.se  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  1  come. 

3  .Tnst  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
AVith  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt ; 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  witliout, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind  ; 
Siglit,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need  in  Thee  I  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

5  Just  as  T  am  Thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ; 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 
'        O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 
G  Just  as  I  am — Thy  love  unknown, 
Mas  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

CUARLOTTE   ELLIOT. 


A    PRAYER. 

1  God  of  heaven  !  God  of  earth  ! 

Who  wast,  who  art,  and  e'er  shall  be — 
Who  spake  creation  into  birth. 

Oh  !  wilt  Thou  lend  an  ear  to  me  ? 

2  Weary  of  sin,  in  vain  I  try 

To  wa.sh  my  soul  from  every  stain  : 
Vainly  I  bid  the  temjjter  fly — 
He"  flies  but  to  return  again. 

3  Mv  God,  I  humbly  come  to  Thee, 

To  shield  me  in  temi)tation's  hour  ; 
From  trust  in  self.  Oh !  keep  mc  free. 
And  free  from  trust  in  human  power. 

4  No  eartlilv  gift  of  Thee  I  crave. 

Nor  liealtii,  nor  ease,  nor  length  of  days; 
But  Thou,  who  hast  the  power  to  save. 
Oh  !  save  my  soul  from  error's  ways  ! 
a  Give  me  to  drink  the  living  stream. 

And  then  inv  soul  shall  thirst  no  more  ; 
Puree  me  from  sin.  Oh !  make  me  clean. 
That  Thee  alone  I  may  adore. 

MRS.  L.  11.  riiKi.rs, 

'  (.'hica^.). 


WAITING. 


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WAITING. 


"  Until  the  day  dawn,"  II  Peter,  i :  16. 

1  I  hoard,  far  up  some:  heavenly  height, 
A  ])r()|)liet  aiijicl  sing,  ami  thoiigii 
No  wonl  ill  all  liis  songs  I  i<n()w, 

I  know  that  somewhere  all  is  liirht. 

2  Doubt,  like  a  shadowy  shape  of  wrong, 
Pursues — appalls  me  ;   hut  I  hold 

A  little  leading  tiiread  of  gold  ; 
Therefore,  O  doubting  lieart,  be  strong. 

3  "  'riiroiigh  sunless  sea.s,  through  eloud  and  dii 
The  Lord  fron  Egypt  ealls  His  son, 

And  love  in  darkness  knows  its  own, 
'riurefor*',  ()  doubting  heart,  be  still." 

4  O  helpl(!ss  human  heart  of  miix? ! 
Unwearied  from  thy  mother  earth. 
Wait  thou  in  (juietness  the  birth, 
Tlie  glad  release  of  the  Divine  ! 

MAIIV    A,    LATIiniJRT. 

From  "Out  of  Uarkuess  into  Light," 
D.  Lothrop  k  Co.,  Boston, 


Sirs.  Irancfs  f  augbtou  glatc 

Is  the  author  of  a  choice  volume  of  poenu  entitled,  "  Legeiid-s,  Lyrics 
and  Sonnets.'  She  was  boni  in  Orono,  Maine,  in  1S36.  During  her 
early  childhood,  her  father.  Dr.  Lau^fhton,  nioTe<l  to  Foxemft,  and  Utt-r, 
during  her  fourteenth  year,  to  Bangor,  where  she  entered  the  High 
Sch(H)I. 

In  18M,  a  achoolmatc,  who,  like  herself,  contrilmted  poems  to  the  "Wa- 
terrille  Mail,"  mentioned  having  seen  a  touching  story  of  a  very  aged 
man  in  the  almshouse  who,  on  being  a.iked  hy  a  visitor  what  he  was 
doing,  replied,  "Only  waiting."  "His  word*,"  added  she,  "would  he  a 
giKMl  theme  for  a  poem."  After  her  friend  hail  gone.  Miss  I^uglitnn 
wrote  the  long  since  celebnttd  p«H'm.  "Only  Waiting."  and  st-nt  it  soon 
after  to  the  "Waterville  Mail"  for  publication.  In  which  iiaiter  it  ap- 
peare<l  Sept.  7,  1854,  with  the  signature  "Inei  "  The  poem  was  exten- 
sively copied  into  jiapers  and  m.^gazines,  and  hast>een  incorporated  into 
several  of  the  best  Hymnals  of  this  countr}'  and  England.  The  entire 
hymn  as  originally  written  is  given  below,  and  as  it  is  fiiruishe*!  in  man- 
uscript by  the  author,  it  may  be  relied  upon  as  genuine.  It  ri'mained 
anonymous  until  ab«~)Ut  1876,  when  there  lieing  a  (piestlon  as  to  the  tnie 
author,  the  matter  was  thoroughly  Investigated  by  Dr.  .Tames  Martineau 
and  others,  which  resulted  in  placing  the  name  of  Frances  I.jiughtou 
Hoce  beneath  it  as  Its  true  author 

In  18S6  ehe  w,vi  marriod  to  Ronjamin  H.  Haco,  a  member  in  high 
standing  of  the  Piiiobseot  bar.  Of  right  children,  four  die<l  In  early 
cliililhixKl.  A  beautiful  and  temler  tribut»'  to  their  memory  has  gone 
forth  from  the  mother  heart,  entitled  "Wall,  fhildnn.  Wait,"  which, 
with  a  few  of  the  many  gems  from  the  heart  and  pi'n  of  this  gifted 
IKK-t.  will  1h- found  in  other  departments  I'f  Woman  IX  StcRRI)  Sonii. 
Her  hi>mc  is  now  in  San  Jose,  Ctl.,  whither  she  and  her  family  liavc 
removed  In  pursuit  of  health.     (March  4,  li<£8  ) 

There  was  no  intention  on  the  |«rt  of  the  editor  of  Woma.s  is 
Sai'ked  Sonii  to  do  Mrs  Mace  any  Injustice  In  the  first  e<litlnn  of  this 
work.  Having  just  e.Tamine<l  carefully  >>nth  sides  of  the  case,  we  ferl 
compelled  to  believe  that  two  different  persons  wrott*  on  the  same  suli- 
Ject  at  about  the  same  date,  the  poem  in  both  cases  having  been  called 


forth  by  the  same  Incident  refern-d  to.    Bluilar  cases  are  on  reoord. 

The  two  iMH-nis  are  not  identical  in  expreailon.  though  iii^tisKuity  sim- 
ilar, iH'ing  founded  on  the  suniefartii.  Iloth  wcUKn  vLind  hiiili  In  rhris- 
tian  character  and  as  |>oeta.  It  Is  true  that  Inju^tii-e  has  Uh-u  doiie 
Mrs  .Mace,  by  previously  ap|iendlng  Mrs.  White's  name  to  /or  jioem;  but 
this  was  no  fault  of  Mrs.  Wlilte,  nor  of  the  i^rxins  so  doing.  For  Hud- 
ing  it,  as  we  do,  in  many  iia|>ers  with  no  signature  attache)!,  and  hear- 
Ing  from  high  authority  that  Mrs.  W.  Is  the  auUior  of  a  iioem  with  such 
a  title,  her  uaiue  has  fre'iuently  1>ei'n  placed  iM-neath  tin*  (xm'ui  which 
really  lielougs  to  Mrs.  Mace,  and  which  lias  hocomo  su  justly  and  uni- 
versally popular. 

ONLY   WAITING. 

1  Only  waiting  till  the  shadows 

Are  a  little  longer  grown  ; 
Only  wailing  till  the  glimmer  * 

Of  the  day's  last  beam  is  Down ; 
Till  the  night  of  earth  is  failed 

From  this  heart  once  full  of  day, 
Till  the  dawn  of  Heaven  is  br<;.iking 

Through  the  twilight  soft  and  gray. 

2  Only  waiting  till  the  reajK^rs 

Have  the  last  sheaf  gathered  home. 
For  the  summer  time  hath  f.adid 

And  the  autumn  winds  are  corae. 
Quickly,  reapers,  gather  (piicklj' 

The  last  ripe  hours  of  my  heart. 
For  the  bloom  of  life  is  withered, 

And  I  hasteu  to  depart. 

3  Only  waiting  till  the  angels 

Open  wide  the  mystic  gate. 
At  whose  feet  I  long  have  lingered. 

Weary,  poor  and  desolate. 
Even  now  I  hear  their  footsteps 

And  their  voices  far  away, — 
If  they  call  me  I  am  waiting. 

Only  waiting  to  obey. 

4  Only  wailing  till  the  shadows 

Are  a  little  longer  grown  ; 
Only  waitiuii  till  the  glimmer 

Of  the  day's  last  beam  is  flown  ; 
Then  from  out  the  fold  d  darkness 

Holy,  deathless  stars  shall  rise. 
By  whose  light  my  soul  will  gladly 

Wing  her  pa.ssage  to  the  skies. 

FBASCF.S   L.    MArK. 

In  the  "Waterville  MaU." 
Sept.  7,  IBM. 


ADORATION. 

1   Ye  angels  !  who  stand  round  the  throne, 

And  view  my  Immannel's  face, — 
In  rapftirous  songs  make  Ilim  kiio«n. 

Oh  I   tune  your  soft  harps  to  l!i>  praise 
He  formed  you  the  spirits   you  are, 

.*^o  happv,  so  noble,  so  g<MMl  ; 
When  others  sank  down  in  ilespair. 

(.'untirmed  by  His  power,  ye  stotnl. 


IIU 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


2  Yo  saints !  who  stan<l  nraror  than  thoy, 

And  oust  your  hrijiht  crowns  at  His  feet, 
Ills  ffi-aci!  and  llis  iih)ry  display, 

And  all  His  rich  nu-rcy  ropi-at ; 
He  snatclunl  you  from  hell  and  the  grave, 

He  ransomed  trom  death  and  despair: 
For  von  He  was  mighty  to  save, 

Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 

3  Oh  :   when  will  the  period  appear 

When  1  shall  unite  in  your  song  ? 
1  'm  weary  of   lingering  here, 

And  I  to  vour  Saviour  belong  ! 
*  1  want— Oh ":    I  want  to  be  there, 

To  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu — 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share — 

To  wonder  and  worship  with  you  ! 

MAUIE  DB  FLEURY,  1791. 


WAITING. 

83  aud  7s,  witb  Chorus. 

1  I  am  waiting  for  the  Master, 

Who  will  rise  and  bid  nie  come 
To  the  glory  of  His  presence, 

To  the  gladness  of   His  home. 
Clio. — They  are  watching  at  the  portal, 

Tiiey  are  waiting  at  the  door, 
Waitin'g  oidy  for  my  coming— 

All  the  loved  ones  gone  before. 

2  Many  friends  that  traveled  with  me 

Reached  that  portal  long  ago  ; 
One  bv  one  they  left  me  battling 
With  the  dark  and  crafty  foe. 

3  Oh  !  how  soon  shall  I  be  with  them, 

And  shall  join  their  glorious  throng, 
There  to  mingle  in  their  worship, 
And  to  swell  their  mighty  song ! 

4  Yet,  O  Lord,  I  wait  Thy  pleasure. 

For  Thy  time  and  ways  are  best : 
Hear  me,  Lord,  for  I  am  weary, — 
O,  my  Father,  bid  me  rest. 

CATHERINE  M.   REASONEB. 


WAITING,    AND    TO    BE    SATISFIED. 

1  I  know  that  heav'n  lies  just  beyond 

This  earthly  state  ; 
That  Christ  him'self  holds  death's  cold  waud; 

So  1  can  wait. 
I  know  the  dark  mysterious  ways 

My  feet  may  tread. 
Will  all  be  plain  when  heav'uly  rays 

Are  on  them  shed. 

2  1  know  the  heart-aches  of  this  life 

Will  all  be  heal'd. 
When  the  blest  peace  that  ends  earth's  strife 

Shall  be  reveal'd. 
I  know  that  'mid  the  world's  turmoil 

God  giveth  rest ; 
His  arm  is  round  me  in  its  toil ; 

Aud  I  am  blest. 

3  I  know  that  when  my  time  shall  come 

To  dwell  above, 
Jesus  His  child  will  welcome  home 

With  tenderest  love. 
His  angel  guards  will  open  wide 

ifeav'n's  pearly  gate  : 
And  I  shall  then  be  satisfied : 

So  I  can  wait ! 

JUI-IA  C.   THOMPSON. 

From  "Royal  Gems."    Braicard's  Sous. 
PILGRIMAGE. 

1  I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night ! 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 

To  where  the  fountains  are  ever  flowing: 
I  'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 

2  There  the  glory  is  ever  shining !  •  v  , 
Oh  !  my  longing  heart,  my  longing  heart  is  there ! 
Here  ill  this  country  so  dark  and  dreary, 

I  long  have  wandered  forlorn  and  weary  : 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 

3  In  that  city  to  which  I  journey, 

]\Iy  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer,  is  its  light ! 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing. 
Nor  any  tears  there,  nor  any  dying ! 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 

'       ~^  MBS.  M.  S.   B.   DANA. 


WAITING. 

Ah  !  heaven  must  be  most  sweet 

If  there  we  can  forget 
The  earth-])aths  where  our  feet 

So  oft  on  thorns  were  set, 
The  shaded  hopes  of  life — 
The  bitterness,  the  strife. 
The  weary  waiting,  and  the  ceaseless  pain  : 
Oh  !  that  "at  last  iiiy  soul  its  rest  may  gain  1 

EMILV  P.  WILLIAMS. 
I.awudale,  111.,  1882. 


AT  THE    DOOR   OF    MY    TENT. 

"A  day's  march  nearer  home." 

1  At  the  door  of  my  tent  I  am_  sitting 

As  another  dav's  journey  is  o'er, 
And  1  think  I  can  just  see  the  glimmer 
Of  the  light  on  the  evergreen  shore. 

2  I  can  hear  in  the  distance  the  echoes 

That  come  from  the  land  of  the  blest ; 
And  I  long  for  the  message  of  welcome, 
Now  to" enter  that  valley  of  rest. 


LONOINO. 


Ml 


3  I  liavc  waiulorcd  in  wildornoss  i)lacos, 

Ottfii  clouds  have  my  skus  oveirast ; 
But  I  know  \\\\v\\  my  journi'v  is  ended 
I  siiall  istaud  in  the  sunligiit  at  hist. 

4  Perhaps  but  a  league  or  two  onwaid, 

And  the  mists  will  be  lit'ted  between  : 
And  I'll  lind  that  I  stand  iji  the  shadow 
Of  the  trees  with  their  banners  of  yrcen. 

5  Yet,  perchance,  ere  I  rest  in  that  shadow, 

There  stretches  a  lo!i<^,  dreary  way  ; 
And  my  heart  will  be  weary  of  waiting 
As  I  wander  from  day  unto  day. 

6  But  if,  at  the  close  of  life's  evening, 

I  may  feel  the  soft  touch  of  the  breeze, 
I  will  wait  till  my  journey  is  over. 
For  the  sight  of  the  evergreen  trees. 

MIUl.   r.   A.   F.   WOOt>  WniTE. 
Aueuat  4,  187&. 


ALWAYS    READY. 

1  Ready,  Saviour,  I  would  bo 
When  the  summons  conies  for  mo, 
Calling  mo  from  earth's  bright  scenes, 
All  its  hopes  and  pleasant  dreams  ; 
Ready,  clothed  in  heaveidy  dress, 
Thint!  unsullied  righteousness  ; 
Joyful  feet,  already  shod 
With  the  holy  peace  of  God. 

2  Ready,  Saviour,  I  would  be, 
Wholly  ri'conciled  to  Thee — 
Troubled  not  by  doubt  or  fear 
Though  the  call  be?  unaware  ; 
Trusting,  hoping,  luidismayeil. 
Lest  the  darkness  make  afraid, 
Thou  hast  promised,  dearest  Friend, 
To  be  with  me  to  the  end. 

8  Ready,  though  my  heart  still  clings 
Closely  to  thcs*;  earthly  things  ; 
To  the  world  Thou'st  formed  so  fair. 
To  the  friends  Thou'st  made  so  dear, 
Though  my  plans  are  unfulfilled. 
Work  unlinished  I  have  willed. 
All  I'd  leave  with  Thee,  and  so 
Take  Thy  hand  and  smiling  go. 

MARTHA    PEARSON  HMITH. 
Ln  Sueur,  Mioti..  1883. 

I    WISHED    MYSELF    AMONG   THEM. 

1   I  wished  myself  among  them  I   In  the  dashing  and  the 

roar 
I  struggled   till   I  fainted   for  the  green  and   rpiiet 

shore  ; 
The  waves  forever  tossing,  and  the  wind  a  maddened 

shout ; 
The  haunting  voice  within  me,  and  the  phantom  eyes 

witliuut ! 


2  ()  God,  to  be  among  them  !  wliere  the  seji  has  passed 

away. 
The  sorrow  and  the  crying,  the  wrestling  and  affray! 
Where    the   glory  hath   no   sliadow,   and    the  musi<; 

brings  no  pain. 
And  the  lost  ones  of  our  bosom  return  to  us  again  ! 

3  When;  the  radiant  eyes  around  us  are  brimming  all 

with  love  ! 

And  the  beating  heart  keeps  measure  to  the  breath- 
ing of  the  Dove  ! 

Where  every  tongue  is  singing,  and  our  Saviour  is 
the  song ! 

O  God,  to  be  among  them  !  the  pilgrim  way  is  long ! 

t'.VA    LOLKK    IIAILXV, 

NOT    NOW.    MY    CHILD. 

"Oh!  that  I  haJ  wlng»  Uke  a  doTe,  for  then  wouI<l  I  fly  away,  and 
bc'  at  rest."— Pialm  W :  6. 

1  Not  now,  my  child, — a  little  more  rough  tossing, 

A  little  longer  on  the  billows'  foam  ; 
A  few  more  journeyings  in  the  <Iesert  darkness. 
And  then,  the  sunshine  of  thy  Father's  Home  ! 

2  Not  now  ;  for  I  have  wanderers  in  the  distance. 

And  thou  must  call  them  in  with  patient  love  ; 
Not  now,  for  I  have  sheej)  upon  the  mountains, 
And  thou  must  follow  them  where'er  tliev  rove. 

3  Not  now  ;  for  I  liave  loved  oiu-s  sad  and  wearv  ; 

Wilt  thou  not  cheer  them  with  a  kindly  smile  i 
Siek  ones,  who  necid  thee  in  their  lonely  .Mirrow  ; 
AVilt  thou  not  tend  them  yet  a  little  while  '; 

4  Not  now  ;  for  wounded  hearts  arc  sorely  blecfling, 

And  thou  must  teach  those  widowed  hearts  to  sing: 
Not  now  ;  for  orphans'  tears  are  quickly  falling. 
They  must    be   gathered   'neath   some    sheltering 
wing. 

5  Go,  with  the  name  of  .Tosn.s  to  the  dving. 

And  speak  that  Name  in  all  its  living  power ; 
Why  .should  thy  fainting  heart  grow  chill  and  weary? 
Canst  thou  not  watch  with  Me  one  little  hour  ? 

6  One  little  hour!  and  then  the  glorious  crowning. 

The  glorious  harjKstrings,  and  the  victor's  ])alm; 
One  little  hour  !   and  tlun  the  hallelujah  ! 
Eternity's  long,  deej),  thanksgiving  psalm  ! 

Jins.  t'ATiiKRiNit  rcNNcrr.ATnKB,  1861 
8ct  to  miulo  br  In  D.  Itenksr. 

LET   ME   GO. 

1    Let  me  go,  for  d.iy  is  <lawniiig. 
Over  yonder  it  is  ligiit ; 
Let  me  go  while  faith  is  shining, 

An<l  llie  way  looks  clear  and  bright. 
Let  mo  go,  befon>  tho^  morning 
Fades  into  a  starless  night — 
Let  mu  go, 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


2  Let  me  go  where  no  more  si<;hiii<if, 

No  more  sorrow  shall  be  known  ; 
Let  me  i,'o  where  \m\\\\  and  (lvin<^ 

Nevermore  shall  cause  a  moan; 
Let  me  <fo  whei'e  all  an;  jiraisinij 

Goil  around  the  great  white  throne. 
Let  me  go. 

3  Let  me  go,  for  loved  ones  waiting, 

lieekon  to  the  other  shore; 
Let  me  go,  for  they  are  watching. 

Watching  there  at  heaven's  door; 
Let  me  go  and  hear  their  greeting, 

Let  me  clasp  their  hands  once  more. 
Let  me  go. 

4  Let  me  go  while  day  is  breaking, 

For  the  night  has  been  so  drear; 
Let  me  go  where  Christ  is  dwellijig, 

For  I'm  lonely,  lonely  here. 
Let  me  go,  Oh  !  let  my  waking 

Be  above  in  that  blest  sphere. 


Let  me  go. 


ELLEN  OLIVER. 

By  per-  Set  to  music  by  K.  B.  Smith. 


LONGINGS. 

1  O  weary  World  !  O  weary  World  ! 

O  World  of  sin,  of  woe,  of  death  ! 
AVhen  shall  my  spirit-wings,  unfurled. 

Soar  to  the  height,  the  length,  the  breadth 
Of  that  estate  unknown  to  sin, 

Where  nothing  enters  that  defiles. 
Where  those  who  bear  the  cross  shall  win 

The  crown  all  radiant  with  God's  smiles  ? 

2  O  weary  Heart !     O  weary  Heart ! 

O  Heart  of  weakness,  error,  grief! 
When  wilt  thou  rise  from  what  thou  art 

To  wiiat  God  meant  should  give  relief 
To  all  these  sufferings,  all  this  strife 

With  inward  and  witli  outward  foes ; 
When  shall  the  battle  of  this  life, 

O  weary  Heart!   in  victory  close? 

3  O  weary  Frame  !      O  weary  frame  ! 

O  Frame  bent  earthward  by  this  load! 
When  wilt  thou  lean  on  Him  who  came 

To  help  thee  bear  it  on  Life's  road  ? 
He  knows  this  frame,  that  'tis  but  dust — 

He  pities  oft  when  others  blame ; 
Thyself,  thy  burden  to  Him  trust, 

O  weary  Frame  I     O  weary  Frame  ! 
t  O  Christian  Faith  !     O  Christian  Faith  I 

O  Faith  with  eye  that  (-an  discern 
All  that  the  Word  of   Promise  saith  ! 

.  When  shall  I  all  that  wisdom  learn  ? 
How  t(j  o'crcome  the  foe  without. 

How  to  i)ut  down  the  foe  within. 
How  to  u|)r()ot  the  fear,  the  doubt, 

And  lieuven  on  earth  at  once  be"in  ? 


5  O  Heaven  beyond  !     O  Heaven  beyond  ! 

0  Heaven  that  liberates  the  sovjl  ! 
When  shall  I  witli  Thy  Blest  b<-  found  ? 

When  shall  Death's' river  darkly  roll 
Behind  me,  while  with  footstep  dry 

1  follow  where  the  angel  leads, 
As  one  who,  satis)ie<l  on  liigh. 

Sin,  sorrow.  Death,  no  longer  dreads  ? 

ELIZABKTII    C.    KISNEV. 

In  New  York  Observer, 
New  York,  Oct.,  1867. 

OH  I    FOR   THE    ROBES   OF   WHITENESS. 

Rev.  ixii:  5. 

1  Oh  !  for  the  robes  of  whiteness  ; 

Oh  !  for  the  tearless  eyes  ; 
Oh  !  for  the  glorious  brightness 

Of  the  unclouded  skies. 
Oh!  for  the  "no  more  weeping" 

AVithin  the  land  of  love — 
The  endless  joy  of  keeping 

The  bridal  feast  above. 

2  Oh  !  for  the  bliss  of  rising, 

My  risen  Lord  to  meet ; 
Oh  !  for  the  rest  of  lying 

For  ever  at  His  feet. 
Oh  I  for  the  hour  of  seeing 

My  Saviour  face  to  face — 
The  hope  of  ever  being 

In  that  sweet  meeting-place. 

3  Jesus  !  thou  King  of  glory, 

I  soon  shall  dwell  with  Thee; 
I  soon  shall  sing  the  story 

Of  Thy  great  love  to  me. 
Meanwhile,  my  soul  would  enter 

Ev'n  now  before  Thy  throne. 
That  all  my  love  might  centre 

Ou  Thee,  and  Thee  alone. 

MRS.    BANCROFT.    I86L 

WAITING   FOR    THE    MORNING. 

1  When,  Oh  I   when  will  come  the  morning, 

And,  with  fingers  tipped  with  bloom, 
Fold  back  from  the  arch  of  heaven 

All  this  drapery  of  gloom  ? 
Oh  !   my  eyes  are  weary  watching 

Through  the  darkening  hours  of  night, 
Peering  eastward,  watching,  waiting 

For  the  coming  of  the  light. 

2  Morning !  morning  !  vailed  with  glory, 

Wet  with  cooling  dews  and  sweet, 
Hasten  o'er  the  hills  of  amber 

With  thine  ever-joyful  feet ! 
Come,  Oh  !  come,  and,  with  thy  fingers 

Dipjjcd  in  slumber's  healing  balm. 
Bathe  my  eyes,  and  hush  my  spirit 

Into  rest  so  sweet  and  calm. 


LONGING. 


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3  lint  my  soul  is  far  too  weary 

Fur  a  rest  as  sweet  as  this : 
She  woulil  feel  the  glow  of  morning, 

J^eel  the  sunshine's  thrillinii;  kiss  ; 
Joy  would  rest  and  light  woukl  gladden  ; 

Peace,  not  Lethe,  give  me  now  ; 
Give  to  me  the  light  of  morning 

In  my  heart  and  on  my  brow. 

4  Watching,  waiting  for  the  morning! 

Sliall  1  wait  and  watch  in  vain  ? 
Shall  the  darkness  from  my  spirit 

Be  uplifted  ne'er  again  ? 
When  shall  ope  the  gates  of  heaven, 

Oil!   my  j)anting  soul,  to  thee? 
When  shall  batiie  thine  eyes  from  darkuesa 

Li  the  moruiuii's  brimminj;:  sea  ? 

MRS.  S.   M.  I.   HKNRV. 

In  "Victoria,"  1863. 

By  permiasion  Messi-s.  Walden  &  Stowe, 


HOME    OF   THE   SOUL 
128  and  8s. 

1  I  will  sing  you  a  song  of  that  beautiful  land, 

The  far-away  liome  of  tiie  soul. 
Where  no  storms  ever  beat  on  the  glittering  strand, 
Whil(!  the  years  of  eternity  roll. 

2  Oh  !  that  home  of  the  soul,  in  mj- visions  and  dreams, 

Its  bright,  jasper  walls  I  can  see, 
Till  I  fancy  but  thinly  the  vail  intervenes 
Between  the  fair  city  and  me. 

3  There  the  great  Tree  of  Life  in  its  beauty  doth  grow. 

And  the  River  of  Life  flovvc^th  by  ; 
For  no  deatli  ever  enters  that  city,  you  know, 
And  nothing  that  maktstli  a  lie. 

4  Oh !  how  sweet  it  wilJ  be  in  that  beautiful  land. 

So  free  from  all  sorrow  and  pain. 
With  songs  on  our  lips,  and  witli  harps  in  our  hands; 
To  meet  one  another  again  ! 

MRS.    E.    II.   OATES, 

Set  to  music  by  Philip  Phillips. 


THEY  CALL  ME. 


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CARRIE  LATHROP  POST.  1884. 


EVA  MUNSON  SMITH.,  Springfield,  111.,  1884. 


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WE   SEEK    A    CITY. 

1  We  scok  a  city,  wliore  c:u-h  iiuict  dwelling 

Stands  last  upon  tlie  cvcriastinj^  liiils  ; 
Wliere  in  tlie  sonj^  of  praises  londiv  swelling, 
Comus  not  a  disconl  of  our  eartiil}-  ills. 

2  We  know  that  in  that  city  life  abideth  ; 

Nor  tears,  nor  death,  can  ever  cuter  there ; 
And    One    with    nail-pierced    liands    our    way    still 
gnideth, 
Uutil  we  come  unto  the  city  fair. 

3  We  seek  a  city — pilgrim  feet  grow  weary, 

Hut  we  press  on  ;   beyond  still  lies  our  home. 
Though  days  are  dark,  and  ways  are  often  dreary. 
We  seek,  we  seek  a  city  yet  to  come  ! 

LUCV  RANDOLPH  KLK.MMI.SO, 


PILGRIM'S    WAY-SONG. 

1  I'm  bound  to  the  Iiouko  of  my  Father, 

Oil  I   draw  not  my  feet  from  tlu;  \\i\y, 
Nor  stop  these  wild  flowers  to  gather. 

They  droop  at  my  touch  and  decay. 
I  think  of  the  flowers  that  are  bloomiu" 

In  beauty  unfading  above. 
The  wings  of  kind  angels  jjerfuminf, 

Who  fly  down  on  errands  of  love. 

2  Of  earth's  shallow  waters,  the  drinking 

Is  powerless  my  thirst  to  allay  ; 
Their  taste  is  of   tears,  while  we're  sinking 

Heside  them  where  (piicksands  betray. 
I  long  for  the  fount  ever-living, 

That  flows  by  my  Father's  own  door, 
AVith  waters  so  sweet  and  ]ife-gi\in<r, 

To  drink  and  to  thirst  nevermore" 

HAS.VAH    F.   OOfLD. 


THE    UNSATISFYING    NATURE   OF   EARTH. 

1  Earth  and  all  her  scenes  will  fade, 

Nothing  here  is  lasting  ; 
Man  may  plan  and  hope  and  toil, 

Earthly  treasiu-es  graspiuif, 
But  will  find,  with  all  his  care. 
He's  but  grasping  empty  air. 

2  Gold  may  hold  out  glittering  wealtli, 

KaLjer  souls  alluring  ; 
I5ut  may  vanish  in  a  niijht ; 

(iold  is  not  enduring; 
All  that  we  can  gnusp  on  earth, 
In  the  end  has  little  worth. 

3  Pleasure  weaves  a  subtle  thread, 

C'unnin<r  a.s  the  s|)ider. 
Drawing  us  within  her  snaro 

If  we  but  confide  her  ;         ^ 
Then  with  peace  and  rest  destroyed, 
Wo  but  Uud  an  achin-:  void. 


4  Fanu!  her  clarion  trumpet  sounds. 
With  honor,  for  inchantmeni  ; 
But  no  votary  ever  found 

I'eace  in  her  encampnunt  ; 
Wealth  and  pleasure,  lame,  and  all. 
With  their  power  our  souls  enthrall. 
5  But  for  all  wlio  earnest  seek. 
There's  a  better  treasure  ; 
Full  and  free  it  comes  to  all, 
AVithout  stint  of  measure. 
Ileav'n  to  such  will  sure  impart 
Full  fruition  to  each  hearu 

ArUSA  MILLK   linoWN. 
London   tV-ntre,  N.  II.,  1882. 

VANITY   OF    VANITIES. 

1  Write  it  on  the  pahice  gate. 

On  the  glitter  and  the  sliow, 
On  the  purple  and  the  state, 

On  the  courtier  bowing  low: 
Write,  for  all  this  grandeur  dies, 
"  Vanity  of  vanities." 

2  Write  it  on  the  king's  bright  crown. 

Ou  his  might  and  lordly  power, 
On  his  .sceptre  and  renown. 

On  his  gifts  and  on  his  dower. 
Write — this  word  to  him  applies  : 
"  Vanity  of  vanities." 

3  Write  it  on  the  cheek  and  brow 

Of  the  beautiful  and  fair. 
Though  thy  heart  in  sorrow  bow, 

With  the  rose  and  lily  there, 
AVrite  amid  thy  tears  and  sighs : 
"  Vanity  of  vanities." 

4  Write  it  in  the  gorgeous  halls 

Where  the  pleasure-seekers  dance, 
On  the  gay  and  sculptured  walls  ; 

To  the  glittering  front  advance. 
Write  amid  the  revelries  : 
"  Vanity  of  vanities." 

5  Write  it  on  the  army's  crest. 

On  the  spear  and  flashing  swortl, 
On  the  trappings  and  the  rest, 

Ou  all  tli(i  host  the  warning  word, 
Ere  the  army  stricken  lies : 
"  Vanity  of  vanities." 
G  On  th(^  nations  of  the  world. 

On  their  millions  and  their  jiower. 
On  their  banners  all  unfurled, 

Write,  for  passing  is  their  hour, 
Write  beneath  the  0|>eu  skies  : 
"  Vanity  of  vanities." 
7  Ah  I  on  all  earth's  precious  things. 
On  the  se.i.sons  as  they  roll, 
Though  the  thought  a  .s.adne.^s  l)rings, 

Write  the  word  from  poh;  to  pole. 
Earth  with  all  her  treasure  dies  : 
"  Vanity  of  vanities." 

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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


THE    TREASURES    OF    EARTH. 

1  Hero,  treasures  wo  <j;athcr 

Witli  weeping  or  song, 
So  slight  is  our  iiold, 

Tliat  we  keep  tliem  not  long. 
Here,  nights  are  oft  clouded, 

And  even  from  dawn, 
The  rose  flush  of  sunlight 

Is  often  withdrawn. 

2  Here,  beauty  departs 

"With  the  outgoing  years  ; 
Our  spring  blossoms  wither, 

And  leave  us  in  tears ; 
Here,  manhood's  strong  pulse 

In  a  moment  grows  still ; 
And  age  slips  away 

lu  the  evening's  calm  chill. 

3  But  we  have  a  promise 

Of  treasures  untold  ; 
And  more  than  earth's  beauty, 

Will  Heaven  unfold. 
Instead  of  the  farewells. 

That  left  us  in  tears, 
Love's  greetings  come  nearer, 

Witirincoming  years. 


MBS.  M.  J.  SMITH. 
Washiiigtou  Heights,  1883. 


DRAWING    NEARER. 

Nearer  to  the  shores  of  promise ! 

Nearer  to  the  fields  of  green ! 
Nearer  where  the  "  living  waters" 

Roll  in  waves  of  crystal  sheen  I 
Nearer  where  the  blessed  mansions, 

Built  to  shelter  all  who  come. 
Rise  in  stately,  fair  proportions ! 

Nearer  to  our  heavenly  home  ! 

Nearer  to  the  walls  of  jasper  ! 

Nearer  to  the  gates  of  pearl ! 
Even  now  I  see  their  watch-guard 

Their  seraphic  banners  furl ! 
While  the  echo  of  their  voices 

Floats  e'en  to  the  earthly  shore, 
As  they  sing  in  rapturous  numbers, 

"  Death  and  sin  and  pain  are  o'er ! " 

t  Nearer  to  the  blessed  knowledge 

Wliich  I've  learned  but  ill  below, 
Blinded  by  the  sin  and  folly 

Blent  with  many  a  mortal  woe. 
Scanty  here  has  been  the  foretaste 

Of  "those  joys  laid  up  in  store. 
But  I  feel  tiieni  drawing  nearer, 

Soon,  Oh  !   soon  I'll  want  no  more! 


4  Nearer  glory  I  nearer  Jesus  I 

Nearer  friends  long  "  gone  before," 
But  a  step  across  the  river, 

And  we'll  meet  to  i)art  no  more  ! 
Stronger  blow.  Oh  !    wafting  breezes  ; 

Nearer,  swelling  billows,  roll ; 
Waft  me  to  the  laud  of  promise. 

To  the  blest,  immortal  goal. 

SUSIB    V.  ALDRICB.  1882. 


WITHIN    THE    VEIL. 

1  They  never  seem  to  be  far  away. 

The  loved  and  dear  who  have  left  my  side. 

A  breath,  that  the  sunlight  shall  lift  one  day, 

Floateth  between,  their  forms  to  hide. 

I  saw  them  last,  with  their  faces  i)ale, 

As  the  angel  arms  were  about  them  thrown, 

I  shall  see  them  again,  within  the  veil. 

In  the  glory  mortal  hath  never  known. 

2  AVhen  morn  is  fair  in  her  silver  mists, 
Or  eve  is  dark  with  her  shadows  gray, 
I  think  how  royal  with  amethysts 

And  pearl  and  "gold  is  their  shining  day. 

In  the  household  love  that  they  used  to  share,  • 

The  thought  of  them  is  a  bit  of  leaven. 

And  holier  groweth  each  homely  care, 

That  catcheth  a  gleam  from  the  light  of  heaven. 

3  They  are  only  gone  where  our  Jesus  is, 
And  never  can  that  be  far  away  ; 

Thev  stand  in  His  presence.     Oh  !  perfect  bliss. 
To  dwell  in  the  light  of  His  face  for  aye. 
Oft  in  prayer  have  we  felt  Him  near. 
Oft  have  we  walked  in  His  guiding  hand  ; 
They  cannot  loose  him,  in  doubt  or  in  fear. 
And"  therefore  the  joy  of  the  better  laud. 

4  AVhy  should  they  seem  to  be  far  away. 
Loved  and  dear,  for  whom  Jesus  died  ? 
White  as  a  star  is  our  hope  one  day 
To  enter,  and  with  them  be  satisfied. 
Only  a  stej)  to  the  clear  noon-day, 
Out  of  our  darkness,  that  is  all ; 
Only  a  veil  that  shall  lift  away. 

When,  soft  as  a  zephyr,  his  touch  shall  fall. 

MRS.   MAROAKET  E.  SANliSTER. 


I    HAVE    FRIENDS    ACROSS   THE    RIVER. 
83  &  7s,  with  Chorus. 

1  I  have  friends  across  the  river. 

Where  for  me  they  gladly  wait ; 
Hold  ajar  with  angel  fingers 
Yonder  bright  and  pearly  gate. 
Cho. — Oh  !  how  sweet  will  be  the  meeting 
In  thirt  happy  home  above  I 
And  how  wi'lcome  be  the  <rreeting     . 
Of  the  Saviour  whom  I  love  ! 


UNSATISFYINO  NATURE  OF  EARTH. 


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2  In  that  home  that  knows  no  sorrow, 

All  our  partings  will  he  o'er  ; 
We  shall  sin^  tin-  son^  of  i^lorv 
On  that  happy,  jjoKh-n  short'. 

3  Yes.  I've  fritiiils  aiToss  tlio  river. 

And  I  iiope  to  f^reet  them  there, 
When  this  earthly  toil  is  over. 
In  that  land  so  bright  and  lair. 

EM>I\   riTT. 

UNTO   THE  SHINING   HILLS. 

1  Unto  the  shining  hills  of  God, 

I  lift  my  weary  eyes  ; 
And  loiii,'  t()  view  the  peacefnl  vales 

Krom  whence  those  hills  arise; 
And  when  I  think  what  jrlory  waits 

For  those  who  love  (Jod's  ways, 
I  gather  strength  for  present  need. 
And  faith  for  future  days. 
Ciio.^Unto  the  hills,  the  hills  of  God, 
I  look  with  steatlfast  gaze ; 
And  gather  strength  for  i)resent  need. 
And  faith  for  future  days. 

2  Unto  the  evt-rlasting  hills. 

Crowned  hy  the  light  of  God, 
Until,  retleetiiig  tlown  to  earth. 

The  narrow  way  seems  broad, 
I  look,  when  weary  of  earth's  toil, 

And  by  «'arth's  snares  alarmed. 
And,  with  my  eyes  upon  those  hills, 

I  journey  on  unharmed. 

3  Unto  those  light-crowned  hills  of  love 

I  press  with  eagi-r  feet; 
And  looking  upward  to  my  goal, 

Karth's  monu-nts  seem  full  lieet. 
'Tis  only  one  brief  life-time  here  : 

More  zeal,  my  soul's  re(|ue>t. 
So  short  a  time  to  work  for  God  : 

Eternity  to  rest. 

MI!W  M     I.  SEBVORS. 

"Orownlag  Triumph,"  F.  A.  Nortli  A  Uo.,  by  per. 

THE    ISLAND   OF   THE    BLEST. 

1  Cloudless  skies  around  it  closing, 

Fanned  by  airs  of   Araby, 
Lies  this  wondrous  Isle  reposing 

In  some  unknown,  halcyon  sea. 
Bright  Atlantis  pales  in  splendor, 

I'empe's  vales  btit  dindy  shine 
In  the  light,  so  radiant,  tender, 

Flooiling  all  these  hhores  divine. 

2  In  this  isle,  untrotl  by  mortal. 

Far  from  human  ken  or  quest, 
Happy  souls,  passed  through  death's  portal, 

Knter  on  inunortal  rest. 
So  they  tell  us, — seers  and  s.agi-s. 

Of  the  old-world's  shadowy  time, 
So  we  read  in  Plato's  pages. 

And  old  I'indar's  stately  rhynie. 


3  Thus  the  soul,  an  exile  sigldng 

For  the  eoinitry  of  its  birth, 
Images  a  life  undying 

Far  lnyond  the  storms  of  larth. 
Thus  faint  glimpses  of  ih.'  glory, 

Hreaking  on  man's  later  sight, 
In  the  lievelator's  storv. 

Beam  athwart  olil  idllas'  night. 

4  Fairer  than  the  FitliU  F.lvsian, 

Brighter  than  Olympus  old. 
Glows  the  eity  of  .lohn's  vision, 

I'earl  its  gates,  its  streets  of  gold. 
Where  the  stn-am  of   Life  eternal 

Flows  from  out  the  throne  of  God, 
Tln-re  they  lie,  vales  ever  vernal, 

Isles  by  mortal  foot  untrod. 
3  Youth's  brief  bliss — ho|)('s  dream  so  fleeting, 

Loves  that  blossomed  but  to  die, 
Ideals  here  no  answer  meeting, 

Fiml  their  true  home  in  the  sky, 
Where  'mid  beauties  ne'er  unfolden 

To  the  pagan  dreamer's  sight, 
Stands  Jerusah-m,  the  golden, 

God  its  glory  and  its  light. 

rnANriw  a.  uraw. 
MiiiiiraiKilU,  Minn  ,  1883. 

giiss  f  U5if  \\  3lhitb. 

Min  Siuic  V.  AiOrlcb  waa  born  In  Ilopkiutim,  Maaa .  Not.  14  ,  1838. 
Her  thoughts  bc),iiu  t»  lluir  iu  rhythmical  mtasure  while  >  !>cho<il  (IrL 
Her  life  hi<s  \xru  ouu  of  |iaiu  auil  triiU.  She  ha«  written  on  a  groat 
variety  of  tuples,  but  Suhuiiffiloa.  Faith,  Tnut  auil  ratience.  teem  to 
h*Te  lie>^u  her  faTorite  theuiea.  Many,  aud  indeed  must  of  her  jioeina 
anil  hymns,  have  been  written  while  lyiLg  on  bur  back,  during  intcrrala 
of  cessation  from  great  physical  suflcriug,  6nnictiuiesforyt.'arat'>Et  Un« 
the  lias  been  cuofiued  to  bi'j  room  and  bed,  and  during!!.  '-  -  h,.^ 
while  others  slept,  she  has  committed  t<i  ril'bou  pai>er.  .>  l  to 

ber  pur|iuse  wliilc  iu  a  rcdiuiag  position,  maiO'  beautiiu.  itb- 

iug  a  consecrated  spirit  of  content  and  resignatiou.  A.  rxniarkablo 
feature  of  ber  poems  is  the  fact  that  they  are  never  altered,  but  are  (nib- 
liAhed  just  as  when  originally  consigned  to  paper. 

At  the  age  of  18  yean  while  in  school,  she  received  a  gold  medal  from 
the  Uovenior  of  Mass.,  offered  to  a  class  fi.r  the  best  original  essay. 


NEARER   HOME. 


1  Deeper  grow  the  puqiling  shadows, 

Fades  the  crimson  of  the  sky. 
And  the  last  departing  sunbeam 

On  the  mountain's  crest  doth  lie. 
Tossed  upon  life's  changeful  ocean, 

'Mid  the  billows  an<l  the  foam. 
Oh  !   how  sweet  to  know  the  evening 

Hrings  us  one  day  nearer  home  ! 

2  Nearer  to  the  Heavenly  city 

Whose  fair  j>ortals  wide  unfoM  ! 
Nearer  to  the  "  many  mansions  I " 

Nearer  to  the  streets  of  gold  ! 
Nearer  to  the  .song  of  ang<-ls. 

And  the  sweet  seraphic  strains. 
Which  in  one  full,  swelling  chorus, 

Kcho  o'er  those  vernal  plains  ! 


148 


WOAfAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


lliisto,  O  Time,  tliine  oinvanl  footsteps  ! 

Weary  days,  Hy  swil'ier  still  ! 
Briii^  us  near  our  jouruey's  ending, 

Lead  US  up  tlie  Heavenly  hill! 
Tiure  with  sonj^s  of  joy  triuuiphaut 

iSliall  we  join  the  aiij^el  baud. 
Who.  as  breaks  the  blessed  dawning. 

Welcome  us  to  that  fair  laud ! 

8U8IB   V.  ALDRICH. 
Bostuu,  1S82. 


'gwmt  gi.  m.  ^priest. 

The  following  beautiful  poem.  "Over  the  River,"  was  written  In  1859 
foi  theSpriiiRlicUl.  Mass.,  "Republican,"  at  which  time  the  author  waa  aa 
operative  in  a  New  Euglaiitl  factory.  It  was  extensively  coi)ied,  but  with 
no  signature  attached.  Probably  no  article  ever  bad  a  wider  newspaper 
circulation.  A  teacher  in  the  Ohio  Wesleyan  CoUeRe  at  Delaware,  becom- 
iug  interested  in  the  author,  who  also  wrote  "  Under  the  Daisies,"  secur- 
ed the  co-operation  and  sympathy  of  Miss  Mary  Mouuett,  a  wealthy  pu- 
pil of  the  college,  and  she  sent  for  the  gifted  girl,  who  greatly  desired 
a  higher  education.  Miss  Priest  responded  gratefully  to  the  call,  and 
anrang.!mjnts  were  made,  but  before  they  could  be  consummated, 
severe  inflammation  of  the  eyes  supervened,  and  cherished  hopes  were 
swept  away.  In  186j  she  was  described  as  being  an  exceedingly  shy  and 
reticent  lady,  devoid  of  personal  attractions,  she,  herself,  painfully 
aware  of  the  fact.  Being  sisked  through  a  letter  for  her  photograph  by 
one  who  had  never  met  her,  she  replied  —  "Do  not  ask  me  tor  it,  I 
am  so  homely,  you  would  not  wish  to  retain  it,"  She  vols  afterwards 
married  to  a  Mr.  Waketield.  In  1870,  this  sensitive  and  beautiful 
soul 

"Passed  from  sight  with  the  boatman  pale, 
To  the  better  shore  of  the  spirit  laud." 

In  a  letter  to  the  compiler  of  this  work,  Mrs.  W.  A.  Ingham,  Clere* 
land,  O.,  formerly  Miss  Mary  B.  Jane.s,  the  teacher  who  wrote  her, 
(referred  to  above)  says :  'Over  the  River'  is  a  rare  poem,  and  its  author 
was  the  rarest  factory  girl  1  ever  knew," 


OVER    THE    RIVER. 

Over  the  river  they  beckon  to  me, 

Lov'd  ones  who've  crossed  to  the  other  side, 
The  gleam  of  their  snowy  robes  I  see, 

But  their  voices  are  lost  in  the  dashing  tide. 
There's  one  with  ringlets  of  sunny  gold, 

And  eyes  the  reflection  of  heaven's  own  blue, 
He  crossed  in  the  twilight  gray  and  cold, 

15y  the  pale  mist  hid  from  mortal  view ; 
W^e  saw  not  the  angels  who  met  him  there, 

The  gates  of  the  city  we  could  uot  see , 
Over  the  river,  over  the  river, 

My  brother  stands  waiting  to  welcome  me. 
Over  the  river  the  boatman  pale 

Carried  another,  the  household  pet, 
Her  brown  curls  waved  in  the  gentle  gale, 

Darling  Minnie,  I  see  her  yet. 
She  crossed  on  her  bosom  her  dimpled  hands, 

And  fearlessly  entered  the  phantom  bark. 
We  ftdt  it  glide  from  its  silver  sands, 

And  all  our  sunshine  grew  strangely  dark  ; 
AVe  know  she  is  safe  on  the  further  side, 

Wiiere  ail  the  raii.soined  and  angels  be  ; 
Over  the  river,  the  mystic  river. 

My  childhood's  idol  is  waiting  for  me. 


3  Ah  I  none  return  from  those  quiet  shores 

Who  cross  with  the  boatman  cold  and  pale  ; 
The  dip  is  heard  of  the  golden  oars, 

A  glimj)se  is  caught  oi  the  snowy  sail ; 
And  lo  !   they've  pa.->sed  like  a  fleeting  dart. 

They've  crossed  the  stream  and  are  gone  for  aye  ; 
We  may  not  sunder  the  vail  apart 

That  hides  from  our  vision  the  gates  of  day, 
We  only  know  that  their  bark  no  more 

May  sail  with  us  o'er  life's  stormy  sea; 
Yet  somewhere,  I  know,  on  the  unseen  shore. 

They  watch,  and  beckon,  and  wait  for  me. 

4  And  I  sit  and  think,  when  the  suu.set's  gold 

Is  Hushing  river  and  hill  and  shore. 
I  shall  one  day  stand  by  the  water  cold, 

And  list  for  the  sound  of  the  boatman's  oar ; 
I  shall  watch  for  a  gleam  of  the  flapping  sail ; 

I  shall  hear  the  boat  as  it  gains  the  strand, 
I  shall  pass  from  sight  with  the  boatman  pale, 

To  the  better  shore  of  the  spirit-land. 
I  shall  know  the  lov'd  ones  who  have  gone  before, 

And  joyfully  sweet  will  the  meeting  be. 
When  over  the  river,  the  peaceful  river. 

The  Angel  of  Death  shall  carry  me. 

NANCIK  A.   W.   PKIEBT. 

Wakefield,  Mass.  ■ 


gtrs.  loliiison. 


Mrs.  Johnson,  wife  of  the  well-known  and  deservedly-popular  Pr  sby- 
terian  di\inc,  Rev.  Dr.  Hcrrick  Johnson  of  Chicago,  is  a  writer  whose 
productions  are  characterized  by  the  fervor  of  healthy  religious  senti- 
ment. It  is  impossible  to  read  or  sing  her  hymns  without  being  thereby 
lifted  up  into  a  highly  Christian  atmosphere.  "The  Voice  in  the  TwLight" 
has  been  quoted  by  almost  every  paper  in  the  land,  and  frequently  with- 
otit  giving  credit  to  the  author.  So  much  has  it  been  published  anony- 
mously that  the  true  authorship  is  not  yet  generally  known.  Her  hymn 
"  The  whole  wide  world  for  Jesus  "  is  loved  and  siuig  by  all  missionary 
workers,  and  it,  with  other  of  her  productions,  always  inspires  one  to  a 
greater  determination  to  do  something  for  the  Master,  by  sending  light 
to  those  sitting  in  heathen  darkness.  Alany  of  her  hymns  and  poems  are 
published  in  a  neat  volume  entitled  "Comfort." 


TV/O    CITIES. 

One  shines  from  out  the  sacred  page, 

Aglow  with  solemn  splendor. 
Illumed  with  every  radiant  tint 

That  art  divine  can  render. 
Built  far  upon  the  dazzling  heights 

No  foot  may  scale  unheeding, 
It  flames  its  glory  down  the  years, 

Nor  sun  nor  temple  needing. 
Kings  bring  their  triumph  into  it. 

And  nations  saved,  their  glorj^. 
While  thousand  times  ten  thousand  sing 

Its  glad  and  wondrous  story. 
They  sing  a  joyous  marriage-song, 

For  lo  !  this  city  golden 
Is  like  a  bride  with  jewels  girt, 

With  kiugly  love  eiifoldeu. 


THE  CKLKSTIAL  CITY 


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3  Tlif  Kinir  of  kinjs  lior  brow  doth  crown 

\Villi  love's  iiiosl  roval  crowiiiiii; ; 
His  (jriicious  wc'l(!oin(!  to  tin;  tVa.st 

Tlif  SI  raplis'  praises  (Irowiiiiij,'. 
Oil!  fair  brii^lit  city  of  my  dream  ! 

Ill  all  lliy  marria^'o  splendor, 
AVitli  passion  yearns  my  lonying  heart 

Thy  i;li)\vin<,'  gates  to  enter. 

4  How  shall  I  win  tlie  welcome  sweet? 

How  i,'aiu  the  wedding  whiteness? 
Oh  I  guarded  gates,  where  is  the  key 

Unlocking  all  your  brightness  ? 
"  Peace,  pleailing  heart  I  "  an  angel  saith ; 

Wait  not  at  yon  far  portal — 
This  city  is  but  type  of  that 

Which  is  to  be  immortal. 

5  Behold,  upon  the  land  and  sea, 

In  every  tribe  and  nation, 
Glad,  busy  hands  are  fashioning 

The  stones  for  its  foundation. 
One  buildeth  hen;,  another  there, 

Ea<-li  bringeth  ])recious  treasure; 
Some  bear  tlie  load,  some  place  the  stones, 

Each  working  iu  his  measure. 

6  Tlius  is  the  City  walled  about 

With  wall  of  clearest  jasper, 
While  precious  jewels,  set  in  gold, 

Like  crowns  of  light  enclasp  her. 
This  is  the  pure  and  perfect  Hrido 

The  King  most  lilly  seeketh — 
A  Ciuirch  all  glorious  within, 

Whose  heart  her  love  bespeaketh. 

7  And  this  the  King's  most  g'-acious  will : 

All  to  tlu;  feast  are  bidden  ^ 

Who  toward  this  glory  bear  a  part, 

However  small  or  hid<len. 
Go,  asking  heart,  take  thou  thy  place. 

And  wait  the  iieavenly  morning  ; 
Bring  gift  of  silver  or  of  gold, 

This  glorious  Bride  adorning,  2 

8  Or  bring  but  myrrh,  or  precious  spice, 

Or  fringe-  upon  her  border, 
Or  even  one  bright  glowing  thread. 

Her  raiment  to  embroider. 
So  shalt  thou  hear  the  Bridegroom's  call, 

So  in  His  thought  be  holden,  3 

When  He  His  Church  shall  wed — the  true 

"Jerusalem  the  golden  !  " 

MILS.    IIF.IIKICK   JOHNSON. 

HERE   AND   THERE. 

1    I've  watclied  fair  morning-glory  bmls  open  in  snowy    I 

bloom  ; 
I've  lingered  where  pure  lily  bells  shook  out  a  sweet 

l>erfume  ; 
I've   bent    in    loving   wonder    where   tube-rose    buds 

unfurl. 
Swinging  their  costly  odor  from  thuribles  of  pearl. 


Tube-rose  and   morning-glory,  lilies   sun-tipped  wiili 

gold. 
Think   not   ye    an;   the    rarest    flowers  th.it    I    ha\e 

watched  unfold  ; 
Ye  mind  me  of  still  fairer  buds   opening  to   ricliir 

bloom. 
Throwing    from   out    their    choicer    cups    a    costlier 

perfume. 
I've  seen  tin;   morning-glory    fade,  the   tube-rose  bow 

its  head. 
The  lily  [wtals  curl  and  droop,  their  graci-  and  beaut  v 

(led  ; 
I've  seen  the;   fairest   blossoms   fall   and  gently  sink 

from  sight. 
And,  blinded  by    my   bitter  tears,   I  called   it  cruel 

blight. 
Yet  now  with  open  eyes   I  gaze  beyond   the  fading 

bloom, 

Lfcyond  the  chilling  winds  of  earth,  beyond  the  arrest- 
ing tomb  : 

Beyond  —  Oh  I  Heavenly  gardens  fair,  I  speak  no 
more  of  blight  I 

Trjinsplanted  safe,  I  see  them  all  arrayed  in  spotless 
white. 

The  gracious  Lord  of  that  bright  laml  iiolds  for  His 
own  in  stf)n; 

Newness  of  life,  fullness  of  joy,  pleasures  forever- 
more. 

Jl'LIA   r.   BALLARD. 

THE   UNSEEN    CITY. 

Not  far  away  does  that  bright  city  stand, 

'Tis  but  the  mist  o'er  its  dividing  stream 
That  wraps  the  glory  of  its  glittering  strand, 

Its  railiant  skies,  and  mountains'  silvery  gleam  ; 
Oh.  often  in  the  blindness  of  our  fate 

We  wander  very  near  the  city's  gate. 
I  We  love  that  unseen  city,  and  we  yearn 

Ever  within  our  earthly  homes  to  see 
Its  golden  towers  that  in  the  sunlight  burn. 

Its  white  walls  rising  from  the  quiet  s«'a. 
Its  mansions  glittering  with  immortal  show. 

Killed  with  the  trea.sures  lost  to  us  below. 
i  Yes.  dear  ones  that  we  loved  and  lost  are  there : 

Bright  in  that  fair  clime  beam  those  sweet  eyes  now; 
Fanned  by  the  soft  bn-eze  Hoats  the  shining  hair — 

Hair  we   have   smoothe*!   back   from   the  gentlest 
brow  ; 
Softest  white  hands  we  kissed  and  rlaspe*!  in  onrs, 

Slip|>ed  from  our  gnisp.  lured  l>y  its  glowing  flowers. 
Eairer  it  seems,  its  velvet  walks  more  swe<'t  ; 

Dearer  its  fjuiet  streets  with  gi>ld  pav«-d  o'er, 
Since  o'er  them  liglilly  fall  ihi-  lillle  feet. 

The   light    feet  bounding   liirougli   our  homes   no 
more  : 
Oh  I  .sweetest,  dearest  music,  wi-  learfidly  misst,-*!  — 

Filled  is  tliat  citv  with  nieloilv  like  this. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


5  It  is  not  far  away  ;  down  from  its  arolies  roll 

Antlu-iiis  t(to  sacred  for  tlu;  outward  car, 
Pouring  tlicir  liauiitiiig  swcoHicss  on  tin;  .soul  ; 

Oil !   liow  our  waiting  spirits  long  to  hear, 
In  listening  to  the  low,  bewildering  strain. 

Voices  tLey  said  wo  should  not  hear  again. 
G  Oh  I  dear  to  us  that  citj',     He  is  there, 

lie  whom  unseen  we  love;  no  need  of  light, 
His  tender  eyes  illume  the  crystal  air. 

Where  his  beloved  Avalk  in  vesture  white. 
What  though  on  earth  they  wandered  poor,  distressed, 

And  saw  through  tears  his  glory  ;  uow  they  rest. 
7  Oh  !  that  fair  city,  shining  o'er  the  tide. 

Thither  wo  journey,  through  the  storm  ami  night ; 
Rut  soon  shall  we  adown  its  still  bay  glide, 

Soon  will  the  city's  gate  gleam  on  our  sight. 
Tliere  with  our  own  forever  shall  we  be, 

In  that  fair  city  rising  from  the  sea. 

MAUIETIA    nOLLEY. 


BEYOND    THESE    CHILLING    WINDS. 

1  Beyond  those  chilling  winds  and  gloomy  skies, 

IJeyond  death's  solemn  portal, 
There  is  a  land  where  beauty  never  dies 
And  love  becomes  immortal. 

2  A  land  whose  light  is  never  dimmed  by  shade, 

Whose  fields  are  ever  vernal, 
Where  nothing  beautiful  can  ever  fade, 
liut  blooms  for  aye,  eternal. 

3  We  may  not  know  liow  sweet  the  balmy  air, 

How  bright  and  fair  its  flowers  ; 
We  may  not  hear  the  .songs  that  echo  there, 
Through  those  enchanted  bowers. 

4  That  <'ity's  .shining  towers  we  may  not  see 

With  our  dim  earthly  vision. 
For  death,  the  silent  warden,  keeps  the  key 
That  opens  those  gates  elysian. 

5  But  sometimes,  when  adown  the  western  sky 

The  fiery  sunset  lingers. 
Its  golden  gates  swing  inward  noiselessly, 
Unlocked  b}'  silent  fingers. 
G  And  while  they  stand  a  moment  half  ajar. 
Gleams  from  the  inner  glory 
Stream  brightly  through  the  azure  vault  afar. 
And  half  reveal  the  story. 
7  O  land  unknown  !     O  land  of  love  divine  ! 
Father  all  wise,  eternal. 
Guide,  guide  these  wandering  feet  of  mine 
Into  those  pastures  vernal. 

KANCIK   AMELIA    rRIKST. 

THE   OTHER   "WORLD. 


2  Its  gentle  breezes  fan  our  cheeks ; 

Amitl  our  worldly  cares. 
Its  gentle  voices  whisper  love, 
And  mmgle  with  our  prayers. 

3  Sweet  hearts  around  us  throb  and  beat, 

Sweet  helping  hands  are  stirred, 
And  palpitates  the  veil  between 
With  breathings  almost  heard. 

4  The  silence,  awful,  sweet  and  calm, 

They  have  no  power  to  break  ; 
For  mortal  words  are  not  for  them 
To  utter  or  partake. 

5  So  thin,  so  soft,  so  sweet  they  glide, 

So  near  to  press  they  seem, 
They  lull  us  gently  to  our  rest. 

They  melt  into  our  dream. 
G  And  in  the  hush  of  rest  the}'  bring, 

'Tis  easy  now  to  see 
How  lovely  and  how  sweet  a  pass 

The  hour  of  death  may  be ; — 

7  To  close  the  eye,  and  close  the  ear. 

Wrapped  in  a  trance  of  bliss. 

And  gently  drawn  in  loving  arms, 

To  swoon  to  that  from  this — 

8  Scarce  knowing  if  we  wake  or  sleep, 

Scarce  asking  where  we  are, 
To  feel  all  evil  sink  away. 
All  sorrow  and  all  care. 

9  Sweet  souls  around  us  !  watch  us  still : 

Press  nearer  to  our  side  ; 
Into  our  thoughts  !  into  our  prayers. 

With  gentle  helping  glide. 
10  Let  death  between  us  be  as  naught, 

A  dried  and  vanished  stream  ; 
Your  joy  be  the  reality. 

Our  sutIeriu<T  life  the  dream. 


MRS.     II.    B.    STOWS. 


1    It  lies  around  ns  like  a  cloud, 
A  world  we  cannot  see  ; 
Yet  the  sweet  closing  of  an  eye 
Mav  l)ring  us  there  to  1m'. 


Sirs.  W^nn  %  gaxlcr, 

Of  Charlotte,  Mich.,  is  one  of  the  most  talented  and  successful  leo- 
tnrers  on  the  sul)ject  of  Temperance  tliht  the  W.  C.  T.  U.  has  ever  had. 
The  good  she  has  d(.ne  in  this  favcrite  field  of  labor  can  never  be  esti- 
mated here  In  speaking  of  her.  the  Illinois  "State  JouniiU"  says, 
"she  has  the  blood  of  a  martjT  in  her  brave  body." 

Her  ])oenis.  though  not  so  numerous  as  her  prose  writings,  are  pro- 
nounced exquisite  by  the  favored  few  who  have  read  them  and  heard 
them  sung  to  her  own  original  setting  uf  music. 

FROM    A    POEM     ENTITLED 
BY    AND    BY. 
By  and  by,  O  heart,  take  courage, 
By  and  by  all  jiain  shall  cease  ; 
By  and  by  the  glad  harps  ringing. 

Loved  ones  found  and  heart  at  peace. 
Let  thy  heart  be  full  of  hoping ; 

Let  true  love  shine  in  your  eye ; 
Every  night-time  hath  its  morning. 
Thine  is  coming  by  and  by. 
By  and  by,  yes,  b}-  and  by. 

MARIOM   B.    BAITER. 

Charlotte,  Mich.,  1S86, 


TnE  CELESTIAL  CITY. 


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WAITING    AND    WATCHING    FOR    ME. 

"  I  Himll  go  to  him h»  shall  nut  rvtuni  to  luv."    2  Sitm.  xii :  23. 

1  A\'lien  my  final  farewell  to  the  world  I  have  .said, 

AiuJ  gladly  He  down  to  my  rest  ; 
"When  .softly  tlie  wati'iicr.s  shall  say,  "  He  is  dcatl," 

And  fold  my  j)ale  hands  o'er  my  breast ; 
And  when,  with  my  ylorilied  vision  at  last 

The  walls  of  "  That  City  "  I  .see, 
AVill  any  omr  then  at  tin;  beautiful  yate 

lie  waiting  and  watehing  for  nie  ? 

2  There  are  little  ones  glancing  about  in  my  path, 

In  want  of  a  friend  and  a  guide ; 
Tliere  are  dear  little  eyes  looking  u|)  into  mine, 

Whose  tears  might  be  easily  dried  ; 
But  Jesus  may  beckon  the  children  away 

In  the  midst  of  their  grief  and  their  glee — 
"Will  any  of  them  at  the  beautiful  gate 

IJe  waitiuii  and  watchinu:  for  me  ? 

3  There  are  old  and  forsaken  who  linger  a  while 

In  homes  which  their  dearest  have  left ; 
And  a  few  gentle  words  or  an  action  of  love 

May  cheer  their  sad  .spirits  bereft. 
But  the  Reaper  is  near  to  the  long-standing  corn, 

The  weary  will  soon  be  set  free — 
Will  any  of  them  at  the  beautiful  gate 

Be  waiting  and  watching  for  me  ? 

4  Oh  I  should  I  be  brought  there  by  the  bountiful  grace 

Of   Ilim  who  delights  to  forgive, 
Though  I  bless  not  the  weary  about  in  m_\'  path, 

Pray  only  for  self  while  I  live, — 
Methinks  I  shouhl  mourn  o'er  my  .sinful  neglect, 

If  sorrow  in  heaven  can  be, 
Should  no  one  I  love,  at  the  beautiful  gate 

Be  waiting  and  watehin<i  for  me  ! 

M.VKIANNi:    FAKMINOHAM    IIKARN,   1862. 

Music  by  P.  P.  Bliaa. 


"My  Ain  Oountrou"  was  firat  pii1ih.shtKl  in  the  New  Vork  '<  )b«erTcr,"  in 
1861.  it  inuuudiuttily  lx*cauie  A  8|H>cial  favorito  with  every  lover  of  truly 
devotional  poetry.  It  haa  touched  ami  thrilled  too  many  Iie4irts,and  has 
uiolgtoneU  too  many  eyi  .s,  to  lie  forfcMttiii.  Every  one  who  ha-t  rciul  it 
and  been  profited  by  it,  08  thouKand.i  have,  will  gladly  welcome  ita  r«- 
apiKarance.  Its  com|iauion  iXH'ma,  nearly  ai\ty  in  number,  hythcsamo 
author,  have  ai>pcarcJ  elsewhere  from  time  to  time,  and  nearly  all  u( 
them  are  familiar  to  the  readers  of  our  various  ni-'igazinrsand  newsi>apcra, 
S<mioof  them  have  justly  l>een  incoriHinited  into  the  hymiiology  of  tho 
Christian  church.  A.s  truly  |x>etical  iiriHliutiims  they  are  lieyoud  criti- 
cism. Eachonc  isa  iK'arl  althouch  pearlsmay  not  1>c  all  alike.  Anions 
th.»e  may  be  mentioned  "  Kven  in  Sanlis,"  "Oono,"  "A  Prisoner  of 
Ho|>e," " The r>«.st  Robe," "A  Kecniiting  Hong."  "My  Plea,"  "The  Burnt 
Path,"  "I.iuhUs  .\shore,"  "  My  Mother,"  and  "The  Pathway  o' the  .Sea," 
although  the  list  miitht  \v  liirxely  exU  n.l.  d.  Sli«  is  almut  forty  >car» 
of  age,  and  re^iilea  in  PasKtic,  N.  J.     (1885.) 


MY   AIN    COUNTREE. 


1    I    iin  far  fiae  my  hame,  an'  Tni  wearv  after-while.s, 
Kor   the   iauged-for    hame-briiiging  an'   mv    Father's 

welcome  smiles  ; 
I'll  ne'er  l)e  fu'  content,  until  mine  ecu  do  see 
The  shining  gates  o'  heav'n  an  my  ain  countree. 
The  earth  is  flecked  wi'  flowers,  nioiiy-tinted,  fresh 


an 


;ay. 


The   birdies   warble   blitJiely,    for   my   Father  mad«» 

them  sae  ; 
I)Ut  these  sights  an'  these  soiin's  will  a«  neathing  Im» 

to  me. 
When  I  hear  the  angehs  singing  in  my  nin  countree. 

2  I've   Ilis  glide  word  o'  promise  that  some  gludsouio 

day,  the  King 
To  His  ain  royal  palace  His  l)ani>hed  hame  will  bring; 
Wi'  ecu  an'  wi'  hearts  running  owie,  we  shall  see 
'J'Ik;  King  in  His  beauty,  in  our  ain  countree. 
]My  sins  hae  been  mony,  an'  my  sorrows  hae  been  sair. 
But  there  they'll  never  vex  uie,  nor  bo  remembered 

inair ; 
His  bluid  has  made  me  white,  —  His  hand  shall  dry 

mine  e'e. 
When    He    brings    me    hame    at    last,  to   mine    ain 

countree. 

3  Sae  little  noo  I  ken  o'  yon  blessed  bonni(!  place, 

I  ainly  ken  its  Hame,  whaur  we  shall  see  His  face  ; 
It  wad  surely  be  eneuch  forever  mair  to  be 
In  the  glory  o"  His  presence  in  our  ain  countree. 
Like  a  bairn  to  its  mither,  a  we*-  birdie  to  its  nest, 
I  wad  fain  be  ganging  noo,  unto  my  Saviour's  breast, 
For  He  gathers  in  His  bosom  witle.ss,  worthless  laniba 

like  me. 
An'  carries  them  Himsel'  to  His  ain  countree. 

4  He's  faithfu'  that  hath  promised,  He'll  surely  come 

again. 
He'll   keep  His  tryst  wi'  me,   at  what  hour  I  dinna 

ken  ; 
But  He  bids  me  still  to  wait,  an'  ready  aye  to  be. 
To  gang  at  ony  moment  to  my  ain  countree. 
So  I'm  watching  aye,  and  singing  o'  my  hame  u.s  I 

wait. 
For  the  soun'ing  o'  His  footfa'  this  side  the  gowden 

gate, 
(iod  gie  His  grace  to  ilk  ane  wha'  listens  noo  to  me, 
That  we  a'  may  gang  in  gladness  U>  our  ain  countree. 

MBH.   MAJtr  LKB  DKMARIST. 


HIS    NAME   SHALL   BE    IN    THEIR 
FOREHEADS. 


1  When  I  shall  go  where  my  Redeemer  is, 

In  the  far  city  on  the  other  side, 
And  at  the  threshold  of   His  palaces 

Shall  loose  my  san<la|s,  ever  to  abide  ; 
I  know  my  Heavenly  King  will  .smiling  wait 
To  give  me  welcome  ius  I  touch  the  gate. 

2  O  joy  !   O  bliss  !   for  I  shall  see  His  fa.-e. 

And  wear  His  blessed  name  n|M)n  my  brow: 
Th<"  name  that  stands  for  panlon,  love  and  gnire. 

That  name  Iw-fon-  which  every  knee  shall  In>w. 
No  music  half  so  sweet  can  ever  Ik- 
As  that  dear  name  which  He  shall  write  for  nio  ! 


l')2 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


3  Crowncfl  with  this  royal  sijjiK^t.  I  shall  walk, 

With  liftrd  forcht'ad,  throu<.'h  the  cttTniil  stroct ; 
And  wiili  :i  holier  mien,  and  ircntlcr  talk. 

Will  t<'ll  niv  storv  to  tho  friends  I  meet — 
Of  how  the  King  did  stoop  His  name  to  write 
I'pon  my  brow,  m  characters  of  lii^ht. 
•1  Then,  til!  I  j;o  to  meet  my  Father's  smile, 

I'll  keep  my  foreiiead  smooth  from  passion's  scars, 
From  anjjry  frowns  that  trample  and  defile. 

And  every  sijjn  that  desecrates  or  mars ; 
That  I  may  lift  a  face  unflushed  with  shame, 
Whereon  my  Lord  may  write  His  holy  name. 

MAY  RIUKY  SMITH. 

THE    BETTER    LAND. 

1  Life  has  many  a  pleasant  hour, 

^lany  a  bright  and  cloudless  day  ; 
Sinjxing  bird  and  smiling  flower. 
Scatter  sunbeams  on  our  way; 
But  the  sweetest  blossoms  grow 
Li  the  land  to  which  we  go. 

2  Earth  has  many  a  cool  retreat, 

]\Iany  a  spot  to  memory  dear ; 
Oft  we  tin<l  our  weary  feet 

Lingering  by  some  fountain  clear; 

Yet  the  i)urest  waters  flow 

Li  the  land  to  which  we  go. 

3  Like  a  cloud  that  floats  away, 

Like  the  early  morning  dew, 
Here  the  fairest  things  decay  ; 
There,  are  pleasures  ever  new. 
Only   joy  tlie  heart  will  know 
In  the  laud  to  which  we  go. 

4  'T  is  the  Christian's  promised  land  ; 

There  is  everlasting  day  ; 
There  a  Saviour's  loving  hand 
Wipes  the  mourner's  tears  away  ; 

Oh  !  the  rapture  we  shall  know 

In  the  land  to  which  we  go. 

MRS.   P.  C.  VAN  ALSTY.VK. 
Copyright,  1872,  in  "Christian  Songs,"  and  used  by  per.  Biglow  &  Main. 

THE    UNKNOWN    COUNTRY. 

1  Where  is  the  unknown  country  ? 

I  whis^)ered  sad  and  slow  ; 
That  strange  and  awful  country, 

To  which  I  soon  must  go  ; 
Out  of  th'i  unknown  country, 

A  voice  sang  soft  and  low, — 
•'Oh  !  pleasant  is  that  country 

And  sweet  it  is  to  go." 

2  Along  the  shining  country 

The  peaci'ful  rivers  flow  ; 
And  in  tiiat  wondrous  country 

Tiu!  tree  of   life  does  grow  ; 
Ah,  then,  into  that  country. 

Of  which  I  nothing  know, 
The  everlasting  country. 

With  willing  heart,  I  go. 

DINAH   MULOCK.  1879. 
Music  by  E.  A.  Andrews  in  "Ruth  tLo  Moabitess." 


Mrs.  ^.  X  6orban. 


Mrs.  S.  A.  Gordon  was  born  in  Charli-niont,  Mass.,  and  on  her 
father's  side  was  a  dir8ceu(l.tnt  of  Jolin  StL'cli\  who  fouudcil  the  colony 
of  Connecticut  and  established  the  town,  now  city,  of  Ilartfotd.-  Among 
the  many  distinguished  persons  in  this  family  lineage  may  be  mentioned 
that  of  Xoah  Webster,  L.  I..  D.,  author  of  American  Dictionary  of  the 
Knglush  Lantiiagc  (Steele  Genealogy,  by  Daniel  .S.  Durrie),  and  on  her 
mother's  side  is  a  descendant  of  William  Ward  of  Sudbury,  many  of 
whose  descendants  havj  won  hist<»ric  distinction,  both  as  military  men 
and  statesmen,  also  as  men  of  science,  a  representative  of  which  is  Gen. 
Artemus  Ward,  first  Major-Gcneral  of  Revolutionary  fame  (Ward  Gen- 
ealogy). 

She  early  removed  with  her  parents  to  New  York, !where  she  wa.s  reared 
and  took  the  iirst  year  of  a  college  course  of  study,  which  was  after- 
wards completed  in  Illinois.  She  was  married  in  Wisconsin,  in  1858.  to 
W.  A.  Gordon,  M.  D,,  of  Warsaw,  at  which  time  she  cancelled  an  engage 
ment  as  principal  of  a  ladies'  seminary  in  Central  Wisconsin.  Some  years 
previous  she  had  charge  of  the  ladies'  department  in  Rock  River  Semi- 
nary, and  subsequently  the  same  position  was  twice  tendered  her  in  the 
Ripon  College.  The  principalsbi))  of  the  State  \ormal  .School  of  Wiscon- 
Bin.  which  was  soon  to  be  opened,  had  been  tendered  her  through  the 
Governor  of  the  State,  and  was  waiting  her  acceptance.  This  was  con- 
sidered a  compliment  of  justice,  she  having  been  the  first  person  to  agitato 
the  establishing  of  a  Normal  School,  not  only  as  a  means  of  elevating 
the  standard  of  education,  but  of  securing  a  uniform  system  of  the  same 
in  the  then  new  State,  She  attended  the  teachers'  institutes  wherever 
held  throughout  the  State  (invariably  being  appointed  to,  and  serving 
as  a  member  of  the  faculty)  for  the  purpose  of  agitating  the  subject,  un- 
til the  desire  became  an  object  accomplished. 

After  her  marriage  she  immediately  commenced  the  studyof  medicine 
with  her  husband,  attended  a  partial  course  of  lectures,  and  was  called 
upon  by  the  people  to  assist  him  in  an  overburdening  practice.  In  1859 
and  ISGO  they  were  connected  with  the  Smithsonian  Institute,  taking 
meteorological  notes  and  making  collections  for  the  same. 

She  filled  an  engagement  of  one  year  as  a.s!iociate  editor  on  the  "  Cen- 
tral Wisconsin,"  and  then  joined  her  husband  at  Louisville,  where  he 
was  stationed  most  of  the  time  during  the  civil  war.  There  she  gave 
considtTable  time  to  the  study  of  the  art.  the  remaining  time  being 
assiduously  devoted  to  the  relief  of  the  suffering  soldiers  around  her. 
Situated  near  herhusband'sbeadciuartersat  one  time  was  acamii  of  home- 
less Southern  refugees,  overtaken  by  smallpox.  They  could  find  no 
physician  to  serve  them  (Dr.  Gordon  was  prohibited  both  by  want  of 
time  and  the  exposures  it  would  bring  to  soldiery'.  She  learned  of  their 
pitiful  condition  and  at  once  went  to  their  relief  and  fought  the  scourge 
until  it  succumbed,  bearing  away  but  two  victims,  one  an  infant,  and 
another  an  aged  man.  She  served  her  husband  as  hospital  of.'.cer  iu 
different  capacities  as  unavoidable  circumstances  created  vacancies  not 
readily  supplied. 

She  was  a  weekly  omtributor  to  the  literary  columns  of  the  "Sunday 
Journal,"  George  D.  Prentice,  editor,  during  the  iwri'xl  of  the  war.  She 
has  been  a  member  of  the  Dante  Society  since  its  organization,  and  in 
1882  and  1883  was  State  editor  for  Missouri  (W.  C.  T.  U.),  on  the  "Chi- 
cago signal." 

During  her  residence  in  Denver  she  was  the  first  person  to  suggest  the 
demand  for  the  newsboy's  home  there,  which  she  had  the  opportunity  of 
aiding  in  establishing.  She  was  also  assistant  superintend^-nt  of  Chinese 
work  in  that  city  for  some  time.  She  is  author  of  a  book  entitled 
"Camping  in  Colorado,"  and  several  papers  and  poems  that  have  entered 
into  other'  collecti<ins.  Her  hymns,  which  are  n<uuerous,  are  included 
in  at  least  three  hymnal  compilations. 

OVER    THE    SILENT    RIVER. 

"Yet  there  is  no  end  of  all  his  labor."— Eccl.  iv:  8. 

What  will  be  our  labors  there, 

Over  the  silent  river  ? 
When  w<^  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear, 
Over  the  silent  river; 
Our  labors  will  be  in  our  Father's  employ, 
And  the  harvest  we  reap  will  be  one  of  joy, 
Over  the  silent  river. 


THE  CELESTIAL  CITY 


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2  Wlijif  will  bn  our  labors  there, 

Over  the  silent  river  ? 
Labors  of   lovi;  we  each  will  share, 

Over  the  silent  river  ; 
Our  dear  Father's  will  shall  our  hearts  employ, 
Anil  the  harviist  we  reap  shall  be  one  of  joy, 

Over  the  silent  river. 

3  What  will  be  our  lal>ors  there, 

Over  the  silent  river? 
Our  Fatluu-  will  our  work  prej)are, 

Over  tlu!  silent  river. 
Our  labors  will  bo  free  from  all  alloy, 
And  the  harvest  we  rea|)  will  be  one  of  jov, 

Over  the  silent  river. 

Mlt8.   R.    A.   OOnPON. 

Ilannlliul,  Mo.,  1884. 
From  "Joy  Uvllo,"  by  iiunuiiuiiun. 

THE    BEAUTIFUL    CITY. 

1  The  frates  of  that  city  stand  ever  ajar. 
Its  beautiful  palaces  time  cannot  mar, 

And  faith  brings  so  near  us  tho.se  mansions  of  li'dit, 
That  even  our  dull  ears  hear  songs  in  the  ni'dit. 

2  'Tis  a  beautiful  city  unshadowed  by  care. 

Our  truest  and  best  friends  are  jtatheriui,'  there. 
And  our  own  wearied  feet  will  soon  stanil  at  the  door, 
"Where  the  weary  who  eater  are  weary  no  more. 

3  The  web  of  our  life  hath  its  dark  threads  therein. 
Our  pathway  is  rou<rh,  but  the  ylory  we  win 
Will  more  than  make  uj)  for  the  trials  we  meet, 
The  thorn  and  the  thistle,  the  struirgle  and  heat. 

4  Then  cnura_Lre.  my  brother,  the  <,'oal  may  be  near, 
The  thin  veil  that  hides  it  will  soon  di.s.appear, 
Aiul  we  who  have  tarried  with  toil  as  our  guest, 
Will  find  iu  that  Eden  a  glorious  rest. 

MKS.  M.  J.  SMITn,  18S3, 

THE    BRIGHT   HILLS   OF   GLORY. 

1  Oh  !  give  a  harp  on  the  bright  hills  of  glory— 

A  home  when  life's  sorrows  are  o'er, 
AVhere  joys  that  await  the  meek  and  the  lowly. 
Will  more  than  lost  Eden  n^store. 

2  Oh  I   there  let  me  roam  on  the  banks  of  the  river. 

Escorted  by  angels  aIon<;  ; 
And  with  them  adore  the  Hounteou.s  Giver, 
Whose  love  is  rehearsed  by  the  throng. 

3  There  sweetly  we'll  rest  iu  those  mansions  forever. 

And  Iiask  in  the  fulness  of  love. 
AVhere  fulds  are  all  bright  with  Howrets  that  never 

vShall  wither  in  Kden  above, 
t  Oh  !   who  has  prepared  this  ban(|uet  of  pleasures, 

Iu  heaven's  sweet  bower  of  rest  ? 
And  bids  us  part.-xke  of  all  its  rich  treasure.^. 

And  waits  now  to  welcome  each  gtiest  ? 

¥R8.   LVDIA   BAXTKR. 

Composed  for  tho  Baptist  &  8.  tTuion  AniiiTertory.  1862, 

Copyright,  1862,  io  "Golden  Sliower."    By  per.  Biglow  A  Maia. 


WINDOWS    OPEN    TOWARD   JERUSALEM. 

1    .Jeni-ialeni,  my  heart's  l»eK)ved  ! 

The  city  foiu-M|uare  lies 
Before  mine  upturned,  l(»nging  face 

And  glad,  tear-ilouded  e\es. 
I  hear  thy  chants  and  anliphons 

From  fane  ami  altar  roll, 
I  see  thy  golden  glories  glow 

Through  windows  of  the  soul. 

2  Through  Memory's  o|)en  window,  g.-iy 

And  gorgeous  colors  lenil 
Their  sparkh;  to  glad  childliocMl's  sportii, 

Or  in  youth's  rainbow  blend. 
The  jilumy  Hulter  of  (mmI's  dove 

And  crystal  drops  I  tr.ue. 
Which  gave  my  early  spirit-life 

Iu  thy  fair  walls  a  place. 

3  Through  one;  fair  ca.s(;ment  all  th(;  world 

I'xcomes  of  kin  to  me — 
All  human  hearts  knit  in  one  web 

Of  living  .symi)athy. 
To  brave,  to  noble,  and  to  true, 

No  time  nor  <lime  there  be  ; 
And  all  that's  worth  the  garnerin" 

Is  g.ithered  uj)  in  thee. 

4  Another  window  open.s.  where 

Bright  IIoim;  has  gone  before, 
To  l)ri(lg(>  the  else  unfathomed  giilf 

Fast  by  the  farther  shore. 
Her  sheeny  wings  ilhmie  life's  murk. 

Unravelled  mysteries  lie. 
Seeds  of  the  better  things  to  be, 

In  thy  sweet  harmony. 

5  And  one  !     Upon  its  pan<s  are  traced 

The  cros.s,  the  nail,  the  thorn  ; 
There  oft  I  linger  l()vin;,'ly 

Where  only  life  is  born. 
Fair  city  I  white-robed  Faitli  can  see 

Foundation,  cope,  and  cross. 
Faith  oidy  finds  such  wealth  in  tlu-e 

As  counts  all  other  loss. 
C  So  here  I  sit  at  eventide, 

Or  when  noon's  sun  is  hiyli. 
When  midnight  darkness  fani  would  hide 

Thy  glories  from  my  eve. 
Wiile  (lung  to  every  wind  of  heaven 

These  windows  of  the  soul. 
That  .Memory.  Sympathy,  and  II. .pe 

And  Faith  may  grasp'the  whole. 

MAHO.tKKT  I.   WtXHLOW.   IML 


THE    MANY    MANSIONS. 

1    Heart  of  mine,  canst  thou  \w  tronbli-ci 
When  the  Master,  in  Mis  grace. 
Has  prepared  those  hi-avenly  dwellings 
Where  I  shall  behold  His  face* 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


2  I  sliall  know  mino  from  all  others, 

'Mid  those  pahu'cs  of  iiiilit, 
Siiiiiinji  like  tlie  sun  upon  nie 
As  I  enlLT  from  the  night. 

3  Wlicn  I  rcacli  (hat  liappy  mansion — 

llonu',  my  home,  forcvcrmori; — 
May  I  (ind  my  absent,  lost  ones 
Standing  in  llie  oj)en  door  ! 

4  May  I  feel  restoring  kisses 

On  my  weary  cheek  and  brow ; 
May  I  see  the  love-liglit  shining 
That  I  only  dream  of  now  ! 

5  Oh  !   the  all-pervading  sweetness 

Of  that  blessed  future  life  ! 
Oh  !  the  deep  repose  to  follow 

All  this  wasting  care  and  strife  ! 
G  Heart  of  mine,  then  bear  thy  burden 

Up  the  hill,  through  dust  and  heat — 
Any  turn  may  show  that  City 

Lying  right  beneath  thy  feet. 

JULIA  H.  THAVER. 

ARE    YOU    READY? 

1  Oh  !  tliose  bright,  those  heavenly  mansions 

That  the  Saviour  doth  prepare  ! 
Are  you  ready,  robed  and  ready, 

If  now  called  to  enter  there  ? 
Have  you  washed  you  in  the  fountain, 

That  for  sin  stands  open  wide  ? 
Are  you  every  moment  trusting 

lu  the  Christ,  the  Crucified  ? 

2  O'l !   the  songs  the  saints  are  singing, 

Wliere  no  waves  of  sorrow  roll ! 
Is  the  heavenly  music  ringing 

In  the  elKunbers  of  thy  soul  ? 
Are  you  often  feebly  trying 

To  rtipeat  some  echoed  strain? 
Every  power  with  angels  vying 

In  the  ever  new  refrain  ? 

ABBIE  MILLS. 

THE    RIVER    SHORE. 

1  Walking  by  the  (juiet  river 

Where  the  slow  tide  seaward  goes, 
All  the  cares  of  life  fall  from  us, 

All  our  troubles  find  repose : 
Naught  forgetting,  naught  regretting, 

Lovidy  ghosts  from  days  no  more 
(Jlidc;  with  white  ft;et  o'er  the  river. 

Smiling  toward  the  silent  shore. 

2  So  we  |)ray  in  Mis  good  pleasure 

Wiien  tills  world   we've  safely  trod, 
We.  may  walk  beside  the  river 

Flowing  from  the  throne  of  God : 
All  forgiving,  all  believing, 

Not  one  lost  we  loved  before, 
Looking  toward  the  hills  of  heaven 

Calmlv  from  the  eternal  shore. 

MISS  MII.OCK. 


THE    ANGELS'   SONG. 

1  Behold  the  golden  city. 

With  gates  of  pearly  white; 
The  peacefid,  shining  city. 

Where  falls  no  shade  of  night ; 
List  to  the  glad,  trium|ihant  chorus. 

By  angels  robed  in  white. 

2  That  bright-winged  throng  is  singing 

Before  the  great  white  throne. 
The  theme  is  ever  Jesus, 

His  j)recious  name  alone 
Hath  iK)w'r  to  wake  the  sweetest  music 

That  echoes  round  the  throne. 

3  Oh  I  blessed  name  of  Jesus, 

Fill  all  our  hearts  with  love, 
Until  we  sing  the  praises 

That  angels  sing  above  ; 
'Till  heart  and  voice  shall  join  the  chorus, 

And  swell  the  notes  of  love. 

ROSE  UABTWICK  THORPE. 


(  Born  1824. 
(  Died  1871. 

This  beautiful  poem,  which  has  comforted  so  many  Cliristiaii  hearts, 
will  be  prized  not  only  for  its  own  sake  but  as  a  fitting  memorial  to  the 
gifted  writer,  who  has  gone  to  her  "Father's  house,"  to  join  her  sister  in 
their  home  beyond  "the  crystal  sea."  It  was  written  in  1842,  and  is  in 
accordance  with  the  author's  latest  revision.  The  ideas  in  it  were  sug- 
gested to  her  one  morning  at  church.  She  returned  home,  and  before 
dinner  had  committed  it  to  paper. 

The  leaf  of  a  book  of  poems  under  the  he.id  of  Vice  TresidentWUsou, 
was  found  turned  down  at  thishymn,  immediately  after  his  death. 

A  young  man  who  had  received  religious  training,  was  led  into  the 
haunts  of  vice,  and  one  evening  while  in  a  bar-room  the  weirds  of  this 
hymn  came  to  his  remembrai:ce.  He  hastened  away  from  the  place, 
sought  the  means  of  grace  and  became  a  Christian. 

The  first  volume  of  jweinsby  Phoebe  and  Alice  Cary,  calling  theuiselvea 
the  "Sistc;rs  of  the  West,"  was  published  in  1849.  In  their  productions  are 
discovered  a  nobility  of  thought,  a  breadth  of  .sympathy,  a  fervor  of 
imagination,  denoting  the  genuine  poet.  Their  hymns  are  full  of 
the  spirit  of  pious  devotion. 


NEARER    HOME. 

1  One  sweetly  solemn  thought 

Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er ; 
I'm  nearer  my  home  to-<lay 

Than  I  ever  have  been  before  ; 

2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where,  the  many  mansions  be  ; 
Nearer  tin;  great  white  throne, 
Nearer  the  crystal  sea  ; 

3  Nearer  the  bound  of  life. 

Where  we  lay  our  burdens  down  ; 
Nearer  leaving  the  cross, 
Nearer  gaining  the  crown  ! 

4  But  the  waves  of  that  silent  sea 

Roll  dark  b(>fore  my  sight. 

That  brightly  the  other  side 

Break  on  a  sliore  of  li<;ht. 


THE  CELESTIAL  CITY. 


\:>:, 


r>  oil !  if  my  mortal  foot 

Have  almost  s^aiiifd  llio  brink  ; 
If  it  h»;  I  am  nearer  lionie 
Even  tunlay  than  I  lliink  ; 

C   Father,  perfect  in  my  trnst  ; 
Let  my  s|)irit  feel  in  death, 
Tliat  Iier  feet  are  lirmly  set 
Oil  the  Kock  of  a  living  faith  ! 

rilOKBE  CAKT. 

THE   GOLDEN    CITY. 

1  Oh  !   the  sappliiro  walls,  how  far  olT  tlioy  seem, 
Like  a  misty  city,  one  sees  in  a  dream  I 

2  Witli  our  faintinjj  hearts  and  our  tired  feet, 

I  low  eaii  we  keep  on,  thro'  the  dust  and  heat? 

3  So  many  hills  between  ;  so  litth?  strength  to  elimb. 
Can  we  ever  reaeii  to  those  heights  subliuu!  ? 

4  Poor  pilgrim,  take  heart,  for  God,  in  Ilis  pity. 
Has  sent  down  His  Son  from  tiu;  Golden  City. 

5  To  bear  up  your  feet  to  those  lieavenly  lands. 
Where  His  Father's  House  in  its  beauty  stands; 

G  Whore  mansions  are  ready  for  every  guest. 
Ami  world-weary  pilgrims,  at  lust,  may  rest. 

MAKtA   LOir   ETE, 

Auguata,  Ga.,  1883. 


I    SHALL    BE    SATISFIED. 

1  Wlien  I  awake,  my  Saviour,  in  that  land — • 

The  pleasant  eountry  on  the  other  side. 
Where  trees  of  healing  for  earth's  .sorrows  stand — 
At  home,  at  rest,  I  shall  be  satistied. 

2  When  these  poor  feet  that  often  stumbled  here 

Siiall  toucli  the  ripples  of  the  waves,  that  glide 
Througli  pleasant  pastures  crystalline  and  clear, 
Whispering  of  i)eaee,  I  shall  be  satistied  : 

3  And  when  these  tired  hands  at  Thy  dear  feet 

Shall  lay  the  heavy  cross  'neath  which  I  sighed. 
To  h)()>e  the  life-long  burden  will  be  sweet : 
Free  from  all  sin — I  shall  be  satisfied. 

4  IJut  never  here  : — the  way  so  long  ajipoars, 

Thy  tender  liand-elasp,  O  beloved  (Juide, 

Seems  loosed  because  of  sin  ;   I  walk  in  tears, 

I'ining  anil  penitent,  but  never  satisfied. 

o  Oh  I   by  Thy  memories  of  Gethsemane — 

The  traitor's  kiss  ;    I'eter's  sworn  faith  tlenieil, 
Forgi\e  another  wamlerer  from  Thee, 

Pardoned,  dear  Lord,  I  shall  bo  sali.stied. 

6  .Vnd  when  I  shall  have  cross*  d  the  mystic  wave. 
Lulled  by  the  murmur  of   the  heaveidv  tide, 
Kxchange  earth's  grave-scarred  turf  for  golden  pave. 
Cypress  for  Palm — I  shall  be  satisfied. 

JIINNIK   U    HnrKIN.4. 

Ridimontl,  V'lt. 


HEAVEN. 

"Ill  Thy  iiresvuce  U  fulnrm  u(  Jny.  ami  at  Tlijr  rlfilit  tuuiil  an  [ilm« 
una  fur  evcriufjrv." 

1  Fiom  height  of  bliss  to  dej)th  of  woe 
With  ceaseless  tread  I  comi!  and  go  ; 
"I'is  sweet,  yea,  passing  sweet,  to  know 
In  Heaven  no  tears  will  ever  How. 

2  Dear  human  .sympathy  is  mine, 
And,  too,  the  dearer  love  Divine; 
Love  is  life's  choicest,  purest  wine; 
Heaven  will  all  earthly  luve  refine. 

3  IJut  all  who  with  the  Master  staml, 
A  selfHleiiying,  loyal  band. 

The  worhl  will  hate  (m  every  hand  ; 

Hate  lives  not  on  Heaven's  peaceful  stranil. 

4  Deep  shadows  o'er  my  pathway  lie. 
Yet  step  i)y  step  tin-  shadows  fly  ; 
Soon  perfeit  day  will  bless  mine  eye; 
Heaven  halli  no  painful  mystery. 

r>  I  hunger,  thirst,  from  day  to  day  ; 
For  daily  bread  I  daily  pray  ; 
I  dwell  within  a  house  of  clay  ; 
Heaven  hath  no  change,  no  sad  decay. 

6  I  weary ;  night  brings  calm  re|>o.se. 
Sweet  slumbers  heavy  eyelids  close; 
No  weariness  the  Spirit  knows 

In  Heaven,  where  night  no  shadow  throws. 

7  Hail,  day  of  deep  and  perfect  peace  I 
Hail,  love  and  love's  Divine  increa.se  I 
Hail,  plea.sures  which  .shall  never  cease  ! 
Hail,  happy  hour  of  my  release! 

8  Decay  and  death  for  beauty  rare, 
A  j)rison  for  a  temple  fair  ! 

Ill  drop  my  chain  a  crown  to  wear. 
And  rise  my  Saviour's  home  to  share  ! 

CATC  SUHXKIl   BVRB. 


^litc  d'arn. 


Alice  Cary  U  so  wv\l  knotm  thmugh  her  poCTiui,  that  It  l»  nuneoi"*«ry 
to  nay  tlukt  tliey  left  t<i  tli,'WiirM  it  loTol  iionie  ami  »  Ix'aiitiful  in-  iiii>rT. 
She  wan  lK>ni  .Xpril  26,  ISM.  near  Ciiiciniiall.  One  of  the  iMTrre»t  rrit- 
tdntu  paiueil  on  her  curly  |M*em8  waa  that  they  were  "  full  <>f  graTi-A.'* 
Reineiubcriug  the  bereared  and  lonely  jlrl,  wh"*-  •laily  walk  et>di-<l  at 
the  t'^mh  on  the  htlliiide,  where  her  mother  .1!  . 
hi  r  early  »<ng  encape  the  alia4low  of  di-alh  u-  : 
Her  iir«t  literary  ailrcnturc  api>cared  in  tin  .- — 

We«t).  piiMishetl  ill  Cincinnati.     It  waa  entitU-d  '  T  -  rmw," 

and  WM  wrilten  in  her  elfthtM'nth   year      Aft'  r  tl  f  Ika 

National  Era  at  Waahington  in  ISIT.alie  wrote   '  d 

here,  for  the  ftrat  time,  attempted  prw"-  in  a 

tiuiuname.     A  few  ye.u-a  af^cr.  Alice,  with  1.' >  1 

their  home  iu  the  West  and  went  to  Ni  «   'S  d 

andw>r!ce<l      .S>o:i  aft/-r,  ahc  jmliliahol  tin-  « 

Papcra,"    They  were  full  of  frrshnesa  aii'l  f  ra^jrAJi.t;  ■  .'  I.,  t  i.aUre  ;klUa  ; 
full  of  the  •imple  orlfinal.  graphic  pietun-n   'f  iheoiuiitry.  and  thempn 
■        •  ;  full  of  the  '  .». 

W'Te  gather  * 

,^ ,..     '  -T*.     Tlley*'    ;        _     .  .t 

B.-italu.    Tbo  next  ywr  a  Moond  nrioi  was  publiaboi  with  aualwicd 


i:)r. 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


micrcfw,  nii.l  the  followInK  year  the  "  Clovcmook  Cbililrcn  "  was  puhlighed. 
Tlii«  wuM  u8  poiiuliir  witb  jouiig  ri'iulers  us  tlie  "  I'apcrs  "  had  been 
wltli  Uiu  ilJcrg.  Ucxidua  wriliuu  coiiatautly  for  Hur|iti's  Muguziiie, 
AtUmtic  Monthly,  Itiveniiilo  Mocaziiiu,  New  York  Lcilt'cr.  New  York 
Weekly,  Now  York  Incleiieiideiit,  Packard's  Monthly,  and  chance  iieriod- 
ical»  which  entreated  her  name  for  their  pa;:c«,  the  active  brain  and  soul 
of  Alice  Cary,  In  twenty  yearn,  produced  elevt-n  volumes,  every  word 
and  tluintiht  of  which  wa«  wrought  from  her  own  beiug,  and  every  line  of 
which  was  written  by  her  own  hand,  and  many  of  the  articles  being  of  a 
religious  nature. 

Before  185C  Alice  and  her  Kistcr  Phojbe  had  removed  to  the  pretty 
bkuae  on  Twentieth  .Street.  From  the  beginning  this  lima  J  bcciuuethe 
centre  of  one  of  the  choic.'St  and  niostcosmoi)olitau  circles  in  New  York. 
The  two  sisters  drew  about  them  not  only  the  best,  but  the  most  genial, 
miiuls.  True  men  ami  women  found  in  e.v;h,  companion,  90un8elor  and 
frijnd.  They  m^t  every  true  woman  that  came  to  them  with  sympathy 
and  tenderness  ;  feeling  that  they  sluired  with  her  all  the  mutual  toiU 
and  sorrows  of  womanhood.  .Mice's  pleasure  was  her  la'jor.  Of  rest, 
recreation,  and  amusement,  in  the  way  other  woman  sought  them,  she 
knew  almost  nothing.  Her  rest  and  recreation  were  intcrvak  from  pain, 
in  which  she  could  labor.  Ii  wasnot  always  the  labor  of  writing  ;  but, 
nevertheless,  it  was  lalmr  of  some  kind,  never  play. 

Near  the  close  of  her  life  she  wrote,  "Putting  off  the  Armor."  The 
poem  reveals  the  longing  of  the  soul  for  the  rest  upon  wliicli  she  lias 
entered.  Her  beautiful  hfe  ended  February  12,  1870,  and  she  was  bmied 
in  Greenwood  Cemetery,  while  still  falling  snow  covered  all  things  with 
a  pure  white  mantle.— "Youth's  Companion." 


ALICE    GARY'S    DYING    HYMN. 

1  Earth,  Avith  it.s  dark  and  dreadful  ills, 

Recedes  and  fades  away  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  hills, 
Ye  gates  of  death,  give  way. 

2  My  soul  is  full  of  whispered  song  ; 

]\Iy  blindness  is  my  sight. 
The  shadows  that  I  feared  so  long 
Are  all  alive  with  light. 

3  And  while  my  pulses  faintly  beat, 

IMv  faith  doth  so  abound, 
I  feel  grow  firm  beneath  my  feet 
The  irreen  immortal  liround. 

4  That  faith  to  me  a  courage  gives, 

Low  as  the  grave  to  go  ; 
I  know  tliat  my  Redeemer  lives, 
That  I  shall  live  to  know. 

5  The  palace  walls  I  almost  see, 

Where  dwells  my  Lord  and  King  ; 


O  grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
O  death  !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 


ALICE  CARY,   1870. 


AT    THE    GATE. 

1  I  shall  follow  tlu!  footst<'ps  that  guide 

To  tlu!  lanil  of  perpetual  day. 
Where  the  sav'd  shall  forever,  forever  abide. 
And  I  cannot  but  sing  on  the  way. 

2  There  are  thorns  in  the  ])alh  for  my  hands, 

Tliere  are  diiricult  liills  for  my  feet ; 
And  tlie  valh^ys  an;  torrid,  are  torrid  with  sands, 
But  the  music  within  me  is  swet^t. 


3  At  the  end  of  the  journey  I  know. 

Is  the  golden  Jeiu.sulem  briglit ; 
And  tlie  tiioiight  of  its   joys,  of  its  joys  as  T  go, 
Is  making  the  pilgrimage  light. 

4  And  I'll  try  to  be  faithful  imleed, 

Till  over  the  river  I  go. 
In  the  pastures  of  blessing,  of  blessing  to  feed, 
Sweet  pastures  that  beckon  me  so. 

H'fV   M.    CHAFFEE. 

From  "lioyal  Gems."    J.  R.  Murray, 

THERE    IS    LIGHT    BEYOND    THE    HILLS. 

1  Distant  Eden,  dream'd-of  Eden, 

Land  beyond  the  dark  blue  hills  : 
Thou  hast  beauties,  thou  hast  })leasures. 

And  my  heart  with  longing  (ills; 
Mind  enclianted,  eyes  e.xjjectai't. 

Fain  would  feast  on  thy  delight, 
See  those  beauties,  taste  those  ])leasures, 

Which  the  hills  hide  from  my  siglit. 

2  Beauteous  sunlight,  fading  sunlight, 

Later  rests  upon  thy  spires  ; 
Waiting  child-heart,  mystic  childhood. 

Of  the  dreaming  never  tires, 
Decks  thy  fields  ■with  robes  e'er  vernal. 

Hears  sweet  music  in  thy  dells, 
Brings  no  sorrow,  brings  no  sighing. 

Brings  to  thee  no  parting  knells. 

3  Distant  Eden,  dream'd-of  Eden, 

Land  beyond  the  dark  blue  hills ; 
Older  minds  than  sportive  children. 

Dream  of  thee  as  free  from  ills ; 
Mortals  toiling,  mortals  weary, 

As  life's  duties  he  fulfills. 
Trusts  for  brightness  in  the  future, 

Look  for  liiiht  bevond  the  hills. 


From 


MRS. 
"Royal  Gems.' 


.    L.    RADtLIFKE. 

Brainard's  Sous. 


COMING    NEARER. 

"  This  land  shall  be  your  possession."— Num.  xxxii :  22. 

1  It 's  coming,  coming  nearer. 

The  lovely  land  unseen  ; 
Its  shores  an;  growing  clearer, 

Though  mists  lie  dark  between  ; 
We  watch  its  beams  of  glory, 

We  hear  its  bursts  of  song, 
AVe're  raptured  with  its  story. 

For  it  our  spirits  long. 
Ki:f. — O  yes  !   it's  coming  nearer,  nearer,  nearer; 

O  yes  !    it's  coming  nearer, 
Tiie  lovely  land  unseen. 

2  The  balmy  winds  are  bringing 

Its  odors  on  their  breath  ; 
Our  ship  of  life  is  swinging 
To  the  port  where  is  no  death ; 


TUE  CELESTIAL  CirY. 


107 


Wliore  none  arc  Iioavy  hearted, 

Wlicri!  all  are  jrlad  and  free, 
Where  friends  are  never  parted, 

And  saints  their  Savionr  see. 

3   It  is  coming,  coming  nearer, 

AVe're  homeward  bonnd  at  hist ; 
Its  shores  are  <^ro\vin<,'  elearer. 

We  soon  shall  anehor  fast; 
We'll  dwell  with  llim  forever 

AVho  broui,'ht  us  o'er  the  tide. 
And  not  a  foe  shall  sever 

Our  souls  from  His  dear  side. 

Mns.   M.   K.  M.  RAN-nsTCR. 

Sot  to  miiBlc  and  c.)|,>Tlslit.-.l  l.y  Rev.  R.  Lowry,  "  R„yal  Diadem." 

1872.     Used  by  pt-r.  Biglow  &  Muiu. 

PROMISED    LAND    OF    GLORY. 

"Who  hntb  caUed  us  unto  His  eternal  glory."-l  PeUir  y:  10. 

1  Beyond  tliis  wilderness  of  sin 

The  i)romi.sed  land  of  glory  wait.s, 
And  we,  a  Iiajjpy  pilgrim  Ijaiid, 

Are  journeying  toward  its  oi)en  gates. 

Cho.— Oh  !  promised  land !  above  earth's  skies 
Thy  radiant  Iiills  of  glory  rise, 
And  still  there  leads,  as  on  we  move, 
The  pillar  of  our  Father's  love. 

2  Jehovah,  in  His  tender  care. 

Hath  sweetened  Marah's  hitter  sprint; 
Awhile  wo  rest  'neath  Klim's  palm.s, 


And  all  tlie  wav  we  <dadh 


'Jo- 


0  Thongli  foes  surround  us  dav  hy  day 

And  dangers  lurk  on  every  side, 
Jehovah  shields  us  from  all  harm, 
And  nought  of  ill  can  e'er  betide. 

4  Dear  Canaan  home,  how  brief  will  seem 
The  few  niore  years  we  journey  here. 
When  we  have  crossed  tlie  Jordail  strand 
And  all  thy  wondrous  scenes  api)ear. 

MliJS    M.    E.    MKRVUSM. 

From  "Welcome  Songs"  by  per.  or  F.  U.  R«tc11  i  Co.,  CTucago. 

WHAT    IT    MUST    BE    TO    BE    THERE. 

•There  shall  b«  no  more  death,  ntilhcr  sorrow,  nor  cryijig.--Ke,.  xxl :  4. 

1  We  speak  of  the  land  of  tlie  blest, 

A  country  so  I)right  and  so  fair. 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confest, 
Hut  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

2  We  speak  of  its  pathways  of  gold, 

Its  walls  deck'd  with  'jew«ds  .so  rare. 
Its  wonders  and  treasures  untold. 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 


3  We  fijieak  of  its  peace  ami  its  love, 

The  robes  which  the  gloridid  wear, 
The  songs  of  the  bles.sed  abnvr, 
But  wliat  must  it  bo  to  be  there  ? 

4  We  s|)eak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 

^  From  sorrow,  tmipiation  and  care, 
From  trials  without  and  within. 
But  what  nnist  it  be  to  be  there? 

5  Do  Thou,  Lord,  midst  j)leasure  or  woe, 

P'or  heaven  our  spirits  prepare. 

Then  sJnjrtly  we  al.so  shall  know. 

And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  tliere. 

Miw,  CLixAurrn  milui. 

ONLY    A    LITTLE    WHILE. 

"WccLine   n,.y  en.Iiirc  f„r   the  night,  but  Joy  con.cth  In  the  mom- 
Ing,"— r«iilin  XXI :  5, 

1  Only  a  little  while 

Of  walking  with  weary  feet, 
Paliently  over  the  thorny  way 
That  leads  to  the  golden  street. 

2  Suffer  if  G(^l  shall  will. 

And  work  for  Him  while  we  may, 
From  Calvary's  cross  to  Zioii's  crown. 
Is  only  a  little  wa}-. 

3  Oidy  a  little  while. 

For  toiling  a  few  short  days, 
And  then  comes  the  rest,  the  quiet  rest, 
Kternity's  endless  j)rai.se. 

„  ,  .  *•"•<•  M.  r.  A.  CROZIKR. 

Sot  to  music  and  oop)Tighte<l,  1830,   by  <!.-orsB  C.  Stcbblnm 

THE    BEAUTIFUL    GATE. 

"And  the  twelve  mtes  wcro  twelro  pearls."— R,t.  xii:  Tl. 

We  read  in  the  sacred  traditions  of  yore. 
Of  the  beautiful  gate  on  the  evergrt-en  shore, 
Where  the  souls  unto  w  hom  we  minist'ring  came. 
And  gave  words  of  comfort  in  Jous'  drarnaine, 
Will  meet  us  with  welcome,  will  watch  an-l  will  wait. 
To  guide  us  in  safety  tliro'  the  Beautiful  CJate. 

2  Oh  !  those  beautiful  gates  in  the  mansions  of  bli.s.s. 
Whose  walls  are  of  jasjM'r  and  pale  amethvst  ; 

On  the  north,  on  the  south,  on  the  ea.st  and  the  west, 
The  twelve  gates  of  pearl,  in  tin;  land  of  tlie  bhsU 
\\  hat  records  await  us,  when  we  shall  unfold 
Those  gates,  ami  pass  over  the  streets  of  pure  gul.I. 

3  All  honor  and  glory  to  Him  who  hath  wrou<:lit. 
For  (;od's  living  temple.  His  tre.xsun-s  of  thought. 
The  bright  jewels  He  plucke<l  .ire  ganien-<l  witir«irp. 
In  the  crown  of  the  Master  thev  ever  >liine  fair ; 
And  gleaming  high  over  the  bright  starrv  throne. 
Shall  be  the  sweet  welcome,  *'  Well  doiie."  faithful 

one. 

MkM.  JK^IlCIt  r.  |i»KU. 
From  "Songs  o(  Ftv«  Grac«,"  by  nrrousu.*  .4  D.  B.  TVwmv.UM. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED   SO  NO. 


ONLY   ONE   CROSSING. 

1  Ouly  one  crossing  :  glory  to  God  ! 

Thoii^^li  <laik  till-  joiiriR-y 
And  lliorny  llic  roail. 
Only  one  torrt'iit  to  strni  on  the  way : 
Then  comes  tlie  resting, 
The  suuliglit  of  day. 

2  Only  one  crossing  :  snrgcs  may  roll, 

Billows  like  nionntuins 
To  frighten  my  soul  ; 
Jesus  hath  jjromised  my  I'ilot  to  be. 
Lord,  in  tiic  temjx'st 
My  heart  clings  to  Thee. 

3  Only  one  crossing  :  to  blessed  repose — 

lieautifnl  City, 
Thy  gates  will  enclose. 
Zion's  fair  mansions  in  gladness  I  see  ; 
Angels,  bright  angels, 
Are  waiting  for  me. 

MR8.    r.   A.   WOOD-WHITE. 

November  11,   1876. 

IMMANUEL'S    LAND. 
"The  breath  of  thy  land,  0  ImmanueL"— Is.  Tui:  8. 

1  The  sands  of  time  are  wasting, 

Tlie  dawn  of  heaven  breaks  ; 
The  summer  morn  I've  sighed  for, 

The  fair,  sweet  morn  awakes. 
Oh !  dark  liath  been  the  midnight. 

But  day-sjjring  is  at  hand  ; 
And  glory,  glory  dwelleth 

In  Immanuel's  land. 

2  O  Christ !   He  is  the  fountain, 

The  deep,  sweet  well  of  love  ; 
The  streams  of  earth  I've  tasted, 

More  deep  I'll  drink  above. 
There  to  an  ocean  fullness 

His  mercy  doth  expand  ; 
And  glory,  glory  dwelleth 

In  Immaiuiel's  land. 

3  Oh  !   I  am  my  beloved's. 

And  my  beloved's  mine; 
He  brings  a  poor  vile  sinner 

Into  1 1  is  house  divine. 
U]>on  the  rock  of  ages 

My  soul  redeemed  shall  stand, 
When^  glory,  glory  dweljeth 

In  Immanuel's  land. 

AN.N'IE  ROSS  COUSIN,   1857. 

THE   BEAUTIFUL    LAND. 

1   I  have  hoard  of  a  land  on  a  far-away  strand — 
In  the  Bible  the  story  is  told — 
Where  no  cares  ever  come ;  never  darkness,  nor  gloom, 
And  nolhinii  shall  ever  grow  old. 


2  In  tliat  Iteautiful  land  on  the  far-away  strand 

No  storms  with  their  blasts  ever  frown  ; 
The  streets,  I  am  told,  are  paved  with  pure  gold. 
And  the  sun  it  siiall  never  go  down. 

3  There  an;  evergreen  trees  that  bend  low  in  the  breeze. 

And  their  fruitage  is  brighter  than  gold  ; 
There  aie  l)ar])s  for  our  hands  in  that  fairest  of  lands, 
And  nolhinj;  shall  ever  jiiow  old. 

4  There's  a  home  in  that  land,  at  the  Father's  hand. 

There  are  mansions  whose  joys  are  untold  ; 
And  j)er(uniial  spring,  where  tlie  birds  ever  sing, 
Aiid  nothinjj  shall  ever  <:row  old. 

MRS.  F.   A.  T.   WOODWUITK. 


Itrs.  I.  %  fiub.?:!]!. 


"As  the  sun  sinks,  he  makes  color ;  so  it  is  toward  the  evening  of  life 
that  we  find  the  rarest  and  8weet«'st  types  of  w<jiuaiibood— mothers  and 
wives,  for  whom  all  the  fountains  of  Ufe  have  been  unsealed,  who  have 
drained  the  mixed  cup  of  love  and  joy,  and  been  nourished  aLsO  with  Uie 
bitter  wine  of  affliction." 

Mrs.  L.  A .  Lindsay,  like  a  number  of  the  other  contributors  to  this 
volume,  did  not  write  hymns  and  reUgious  iKjcms  tUl  comparatively  late 
in  Ufe.  After  the  accumulated  thoughtand  deep  riligiousci;)er;enceof 
year.**  the  soul  sometimes  finds  sweet  relief  and  comfort  in  pLicin^ui>on 
liaper  the  heart  melodies  and  harmonies  in  both  the  major  and  minor 
keys,  that  long  have  been  struggling  for  expresnion.  It  frequently  hap- 
pens that  these  productions,  as  is  the  case  with  some  to  be  found  in  this 
compilation,  are  among  the  ripest  and  best. 


THE    BEAUTIFUL    LAND. 

1  Oh  I   the  beautiful  land,  Oh  I  the  iiome  of  the  saints. 
Where  the  spirit  is  freed  from  all  earthly  taints. 
And  the  Saviour  is  standing  and  lovingly  waits 

To  welcome  His  own  when  they  enter  the  gates. 

2  The  country  so  radiant  with  rivers  of  light 
Now  flowing  by  all  the  blest  spirits  .so  bright. 
Dazzling  and  flashing  with  radiance  rare 

'Hound  the  home  of  the  King  ;  Oh  I  I  long  to  be  there. 

3  The  land  so  transporting  and  full  of  delight ! 
The  .soul  stands  amazed  at  the  beautiful  sight. 
As  it  reaches  the  portals,  just  waking  from  sleep. 
And  hears  heavenly  music,  sonorous  and  deep. 

4  The  place  where  oppression  no  more  can  be  dealt, 
Or  pangs  of  affliction  again  will  be  felt ; 

When  tlie  soul  at  last  seeks  the  home  of  its  rest, 
And  settles  in  peace  'mid  the  hosts  of  the  blest. 

5  Oh  !   the  city  of  God  I   what  a  home  it  must  be 
To  the  care-laden  spirit,  when  death  sets  it  free; 
What  joy  it  must  feel  as  the  clay  falls  away 

And  it  springs  from  the  darkness  of  night  into  daj'. 

MKK.   L,   A.  LINDSAT, 
Eminence,  Ky.,  1876, 


THE  CELESTIAL  CITY. 


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LAND   OF   THE    BLESSED. 

1  O,  laud  of  till'  bkssi'd, 

Thy  sliarlowlt'ss  skii-s 
Somctinu's  in  my  dreaming  I  sco, 
I  hear  the  jjlad  soiij^s 
That  the  glnrilifd  sing, 
Steal  oviT  eternity's  sea. 
Till)'  (lark  are  the  shadows  that  gather  between, 

I  know  that  thy  morning  is  fair  : 
I  eateli  hut  a  glimpse  of  thy  glory  and  light, 
And  whisper:   would  (Jod  I  were  there! 

2  O  land  of  the  l)less«-d, 

Thy  hills  of  de-light 
Sometimes  on  my  vision  unfold ; 
Thy  mansions  celestial, 
Thy  palaees  bright. 
Thy  bulwarks  of  jasper  and  gold. 
Dear  voices  are  chanting  thy  chorus  of  praise, 

Dear  eyes  in  thy  sunlight  are  fair  ; 
I  look  from  my  valley  of  shadow  below, 
And  whis]ier :  would  (tod  I  were  there. 

3  Dear  homo  of  my  Father, 

Fair  city  wliose  |)eace, 
No  shadow  of  changing  can  mar  I 
How  glad  are  the  souls 
That  have  tasted  thy  joy, 
How  blest  thine  inhabitants  are  ! 
"When  weary  with  toiling,  I  think  of  the  day^ 

Who  knows  if  its  dawning  be  near — 
"When   Ht>  who  hath  loved  me  shall  call  me  away 
From  all  that  has  burdened  iiu'  here. 

EMII.V   HINTINUTON   MILLKK. 
Set  to  miwic  by  T.  C.  O'Kiiuc. 

THE    KING    IN    HIS    BEAUTY. 

Suggt'stt'<l  wliik'  liatoiiiiig  to  a  SLrriuon  by  Vxi.  Wru.  W.  Pattnn,  D.D., 
ill  Ilartf unl.  Coun,,  1849,  from  the  Wxt-'Thlue  eye*  shall  behold  the  King 
in  His  beauty,  thuy  nhall  ae«  the  laii<l  tliat  is  very  far  off." 

Uiah  zxxiU :  17. 
(Tune  —  "Pcwf iitfHr*f  Mjpnn,  or  LyonA,") 

1  The  "King  in  His  beauty,"  transccudeiitly  glorious, 

Kiirobed  in  the  brightness  of   Heavenly  array, 
Oer  earth's  darkest  foi'  hath  risen  victorious — 
His  throne  is  i-espleudeiit  in  the  "  Land  far  away." 

2  The  eyes  of  the  blind  shall  be  opened  to  see  Him, 

The  lame  one  leap  forth,  like  the  light-footed  hart, 
Deuf  ears  shall  have  broken  the  fetters  that  bound 
them. 
And  the  dumb  shall  no  longer  sit  silent  apai-L 

3  The  "King  in  His  beauty,"  in  that  "Land  faraway," 

Halh  promised  the  captive;  sweet  freedom  and  ease, 
Ah!  the  dungeon's  dim  light  He  will  cliaiig<'  into  day. 
And  the  woes  of   His  bondage  will  surely  appease. 
[  Look  upward  ye  poor,  sorrowing  poverty's  child, 
In  the  "Land  that '."5  far  off,"  thy  bread  shall  bo 
given  ; 
Yes.  thv  drink  shall  be  sure,  and  thy  robes  nndeliled, 
For  thine  arc  the  riches  and  beauties  of  Heaven. 


5    Look  up,   ye  bowed-<lown   one,  look   Uji — look   away. 
Oil  1    they  tell  of  a  land  full  of   beauty  far  off, 
Where  no  sun,  and  no  moon,  nor  a  star  sheds  a  ray; 
For  the  King  on  His  throne  is  the  splendor  thereof. 
G   Look  upward.  ()  tempted,   ye  tried  one  and  weak. 

Let  faith  jiieree  the  cloud  that  is  hanging  between 
The  land  of  your  sorrow,  the  home  that  ye  seek. 
Through  the  rift  in  the  clouds  Heaven's  glory  shall 
gleam. 

7  Be  patient  in  suffering,  ye  sick  and  infirm, 

The  "  King  in   His  beauty"  hath  eoiKjuerod  e'en 
death. 
The  di'signs  of  thy  King,  though  ye  cannot  discern, 
Shall  rescue  forever  from  earth's  j>oisonous  breath. 

8  Oh  !  sad-hearted  mourner  in  sable  and  weeping. 

Thy  1ov(h1  ones  are  there  in  that  "  Land  far  away," 
With  their  "King  in  His  beauty,"  safe  watcli  they 
are  ke<'ping, 
While  the  desolate  linger  on  earth-land  to  pray. 

9  The  "  King  in   His  beauty"  shall  charm  thy  soul's 

vision. 
His  hand  shall  wipe  gently  all  tears  from  thine  eye  ; 
Thy  home  shall  Ik;  with  Him  in  that  land  Elysian, 
No  parting,  He  whispers,  no  more  shah  thou  die. 

CAIIKIE   I..    I'OKT. 

Hpriiigflvld.  IIL 


LIGHT!    LIEDEI    LEEENI 

LIGHT!    LOVEI    LIFE! 
(The  iuscriiition  uimn  Herder's  toubctoue.) 

1  The    sunlight's    glimmer    through    the   storm-clouds 

parted. 
The  moonlight  glancing  on  a  restless  bo.i. 
Pale  st.ir-beams,  which  the  eyes  of  night  have  darted, 
Su<di,  Herder,  such  the  Light  of  Earth  to  thee! 

2  A  rose-tint  caught  from  the  rejoicing  morn, 

One  sweet,  lone  voice  from  all  earlh'.s  minstrelsy, 
Of  sniih's  ami  tears  a  transient  rainbow  liorn. 
Such,  Herder,  such  the  Love  of  Karth  to  thee! 

3  A  search,  a  yearning  for  the  fair,  the  true  ; 

Illusive  joys  which  the  worn  traveler  flee; 
Th(!  ]ioet's  rapture,  and  his  anguish  too  ; 

Such,  Henler,  such  the  Life  of  F^arth  to  thee! 

4  But  happy  thou,  if  it  was  thine  to  gain 

An  entrance  to  the  dwilling-place  of  light, 
Whose  holy  clearness  without  earthly  stain, 
Inwrai)s  a  world  all  beautiful  and  bright- 
!)   Anrl  what  is  love,  'nealh  those  sereiier  skies. 

Where  never  friend  proves  worthless  or  unkind  ! 
Ah  I    what  is  love  where  beauty  ne\er  dies! 

Where  heart  to  heart  responrls,  and  mind  tn  miinl' 
C  Below,  a  plant  by  chilling  winds  uptom. 

It  blooms  with  rich,  immort.il  hues  almvo. 
And  'mill  tlie  radiance  of  celestial  mnm. 

Glows  with   His  briglitness,  whose  dear  name  is 
Luvc. 


lf)0 


wo  AT  Ay  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


7  Ami  wliut  is  life — etenial  lifo  in  Heaven  ! 

To  lovi'.  to  serve  wilii  stronjr  undying  powers, 
Anil  lind  all  hlcssinfcs  with  i)ur  Saviour  j,'iven, 
Our  Light,  our  Li)ve,  our  LilV,  lV)ri'ver  ours. 

AKNA  LEKTnAL  SMTTIL 
From  thu  "Scarlet  Oak,"  by  iKjr. 

THE    LAND   OF   EDEN. 

1  O  Eden  Land,  thou  land  of  bloom, 
Ikvond  the  siiadows  of  the  tomb, 
Beyond  the  pain,  and  grief,  and  strife, 
That  dim  and  mar  our  mortal  life  ; 

O  P^den  Land,  thou  land  of  the  blest, 
Where  we  alone  Hud  peace  and  rest, 

2  O  Lden  Land — bright  world  of  bliss. 
More  fresh  and  fair,  and  pure  than  this ; 
Oh  !  how  our  weary  S|)irits  long. 

To  reach  that  clime  of  light  and  song! 
Thou  Eden  Land,  at  whose  close  gate 
The  treasures  of  our  future  wait. 

3  Thou  Eden  Land,  Oh  !  could  we  grasp 
Thy  promised  blessings  in  our  clasp  ; 
Fain  would  we  lf)ose  our  hold  on  earth, 
And  rise  to  that  immortal  birth. 
Which  shall  alone  place  in  our  hands 
The  key  of  heaven's  fair  Eden  Land. 

KATE  CAMERON. 

From  "The  Clariona."  by  permission  Biglow  &  Main, 

Copyright,  1867.  by  W.  B.  Bradbdry. 

AT    EVENING    IT    SHALL    BE    LIGHT. 

"It  has  sometimes  been,  as  in  that  beautiful  story,  that  the  last  steps, 
before  the  dark  river  was  reached,  lay  through  the  land  Beulah,  #  * 
♦  *  and  yet  the  feet  may  be  dipped  in  the  chill  river,  before  the  heav- 
enly light  hasshone  upon  the  face.— Oraw  r  thowjhta  o/  a  Cuuntri/  Paraon. 

1  It  shall  be  light !     Though  here  the  "  silver  lining," 

The  solemn  splendor  of  our  midnight  skies. 
The  crimson  glory  when  the  sun's  declining: 

Yet  oft  the  sjiirit  turns  its  eager  eyes 
To  the  calm  brightness  of  celestial  day. 
Ah  I  when,  she  asks,  will  shadows  flee  away. 
And  all  be  light  ? 

2  Though,  like  the  wood  thrush,  when  the  days  are 

dreary. 
She  sings  her  sweetest  in  her  deepest  gloom. 
Or  softly  breathes  the  plaintive  miserere, 

As  the  crushed  anthemis  e.xales  ])erfume, 
She  yearns  to  be  where  perfect  spirits  dwell, 
And  where  the  notes  of  hallelujah  swell, — 
Where  all  is  light ! 

3  It  shall  be  light !     O  Christian  !  it  may  be 

That,  ere  thy  feet  shall  touch  the  bridgeless  stream. 
All  night  and  day  the  .sun  .shall  .shine  for  thee. 

Where  the  clear  rivulets  of  Beulah  gleam  ; 
Yet,  should  thy  sun  in  gloom  descend  the    kies, 

Fear  not !      For  thee  eternal  morn  sh.all  rise — 


WILL   THERE    BE    A    ROBE    FOR    ME? 

Tune —  "  Memories  of  Earth."  G.  H.,  No.  3. 

1  When  Christ's  precious  ones  are  gathered, 

Wiien  lie  shuts  the  golden  door; 
When  the  feet  tliat  here  grow  weary, 

Walk  in  thorny  paths  no  more ; 
When  His  chililren  who  have  suffered, 

Folded  to  His  gentle  breast. 
Hear  Him  .saying  "faithful  servant, 

Enter  into  joy  and  rest  "  ; 
Shall  I  wear  a  crown  of  glory  ? 

Will  there  be  a  robe  for  me  ? 

2  When  the  day  of  life  is  closing. 

And  the  evening  cometh  on. 
After  all  the  heat  and  worry 

Since  the  rosy  flusli  of  dawn  ; 
When  the  shadows  closer  gather, 

AVhen  the  dark  waves  surge  and  roar* 
And  from  out  the  shadoweil  distance 

AVe  can  hear  the  boatman's  oar  ; 
Will  the  anjjels  give  me  welcome  ? 


Will  there  be  a  robe  for  me  ? 


MIUI.    M.  J.    BMITB. 


It  shall  bo  light ! 


AUNK  LKNTUAX  BMITU. 


THE    RIVER    OF    SONG. 


I  hear  of  a  river  of  wonderful  sheen, 

That  glitters  from  morning  till  night, 
And  flows  in  its  beauty  its  green  shores  between, 

As  if  't  were  a  creature  of  light ; 
I  hear  of  its  music  so  charmingly  sweet. 

That  rip})les  and  murmurs  along, 
There  richness  and  softness  in  harmonv  meet. 

They  call  it  "  The  River  of  Song  !  " 

Far  over  the  isles  where  earth's  music  is  borne 

This  glorious  melody  streams, — 
'T  would  be  to  the  restless,  the  sin-sick  and  worn, 

As  sweet  as  the  smile  of  their  dreams  ; 
How  gladly  our  hearts  from  all  strivings  shall  cease, 

AVhen  we  with  the  glorified  throng 
Shall  drink  from  the  purified  waters  of  Peace, 

And  sail  down  "  The  River  of  Song." 

"  The  River  of  Song ! "     Its  low  echo  I  hear. 

Sometimes  in  the  silence  alone. 
Its  tenderness  falls  on  my  listening  ear 

And  comforts  my  heart  with  its  tone. 
I  hear  it  again  in  the  stillness  of  night, 

In  dreams,  as  it  murmurs  along ; 
Oh  !  may  we  all,  dressed  in  our  garments  of  white. 

Be  rowed  down  this  "  River  of  Song!"  By  per. 

IDA    SCOTT  TAYLOR. 

JackaouvUlc,  111'.,  1S33. 


TUB  CELESTIAL  CITY. 


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fitrrift  |)rcstott  ^pofforii. 


Harriet  Fresoott  SpoSord  began  life  among  (he  rocka,  wootla  and  waten 

of  Muiue,  at  CalaiB,  Ai)ril  3,  1835.  She  8i«;iit  her  last  years  of  bchixil 
life  at  Piiikurton  Academy,  N.  II., after liaviiii;i,T,iiliuiteJut  the  Putnam 
School,  Derry,  N.  II.  In  thecourae  other  Uterarycareer.  nhehaJim'jliiihed 
ten  volumes  of  proae  and  iKietry.  Among  her  best  poeiua  are  •'Tha 
Thief  in  the  Night."  "The  Pine  Tree,"  and  the  one  fullowiug  this  sketch. 
She  Is  now  In  the  prime  of  life,  dwelling  in  the  midst'of  the  haiipy  dig- 
nity of  felicitous  domestic  relations. 


WHAT    IS   THAT    LAST    DREAD    BREATH, 
TO    DIE? 

1  To  feel  God'.s  jjlory  broakiiif;  tlirou<rh 

Ili-avou  at't(!r  heaven,  and  stieaniin>j  down, 
To  frjiilicr  off  the  cold  death-<le\v. 
And  wipe  my  forehead  in  its  erown. 

2  To  hear  a  voice  unheaid  before, 

Or  in  a  dream  but  dimly  <,fnessed, 
Wiio.se  fall  more  .sweet  than  sea  to  shore, 
Who.se  burden—"  C'iiild,  come  to  tliy  rest !  " 

3  To  wake  on  hi^di  at  dead  of  night. 

To  float  on  seas  most  clear  and  broad, 
To  reail  the  scroll  of  life  ari;,dit. 
To  tlie— and  lind  Thee,  Lord  ! 

BARRIETT  PBESCOTT  SPOrroUD. 


I    WILL    MEET   THEE. 

Buggctod  by  .  oouTersstlon  held  with  my  dear  mother  when  on  her 
death  bed  more  than  twenty-fl»o  years  ago. 

ISIeet  thee?  Yes,  I'll  meet  thee, 
When  the  lamp  will  no  more  burn  ; 
And  the  ijla.ss  will  cea.se  to  turn, 

As  the  last  sand  passes  ; 
There  whore  day  precludes  the  nicht, 
In  the  spirit  world  of  lii,'ht, 

I  will  meet  and  greet  thee. 

From  the  heights  you'll  .see  me. 
As  my  bark  draws  near  to  them, 
On  the  tide  that  others  stem  ; 

When  I'm  almost  over, 
I  will  hear  your  welcome  cry. 
As  the  breezes  pass  me  bv. 

And  you  come  to  meet  me. 

Know  thee  ?  I  will  know  theo ! 
^^  liy  should  memory  fail  tis  there. 
When  we  know  eacji  other  here, 

Where  the  liglit  falls  dimly.? 
Only  grasp  me  by  the  hand, " 
Though  a  million'  round  thee  stand, 

I  will  know  and  greet  thee. 

MR.H.   I_   *.  LINIVSAT. 
Eminence,  Ky..  April.  1884. 


DEPARTURE. 

1  Mount,  my  .soul,  from  earth  and  time, 

Jo  thy  mansion  in  the  hkics. 
Longing  for  those  realms  hubliine, 

IJrcak  thy  fetters,  nj)Ward  rise  ! 
(Juardiiin  aiigeLs  hover  nigh. 

Whispering  oft  in  gentle  tone, 
Fearless  with  thiiu-  escort  fly. 

They  shall  lead  thee  to  tile  throne. 

2  (ling  not  to  the.se  mortal  shores, 

Doomed  to  darkness  and  decay, 
AVhile  upon  thy  vision  jHiurs 

Light  from  hciiven's  eternal  day. 
Thou  shalt  tread  yon  golden  streets. 

To  the  ransomed  freely  given, 
Joyful,  (piair  ten  thou.saiui  sweets 

From  the  blissful  streams  of  heaven. 

3  Art  tln)u  shrinking  from  the  tomb? 

Siiuddering  in  its  chilling  air? 
Once,  regardless  of  its  gloom, 

Christ,  thy  Saviour,  slumbered  there. 
He  li.iih  risen!  so  thou  shalt  rise, 

Wlien  the  vale  of  death  is  trod  ; 
Soar  triumphant  to  the  skies. 

And  the  presence  of  thy  God. 

MKS.   A.  M.   EDMOXD. 

OUR    TEACHER   GONE    HOME. 

1  She  (Iwelt  .so  near  her  heavenly  home 

No  clarion  call  she  needed  ;' 
Death's  angel  only  whispered,  "  Come  !  " 
And  glad  her  spirit  heeded. 

2  So  like  an  angel  was  she  here. 

This  sid(!  the  pearly  portals. 
That  we  shall  surely  know  her  there 
Among  the  bright  immortals. 
8  O  Father,  help  us  loo.so  our  hold. 
Our  yearning  hearts'  afTection  ; 
And  trust  her.  in  Thine  upper  fold, 
To  Thy  dear  love's  protection  I 

MUX.   M.   II  C    HLAUB. 
"Exhibition  D«y».--I|.  A.  Voung  ft  Oa 

HE   GIVETH    HIS    BELOVED   SLEEP. 

1  "  He  giveth  Ilis  beloved  sleep." 

Oh  :   wipe  your  tears,  ye  .souls  that  weep; 
lour  house  is  i>uilded  in  the  Lord. 
Trust  ye  in  Mini  and  in  His  AVord. 

2  ••  H.'  :,'ivet!i  His  belove<l  sleep." 

In  fears  who  sow,  in  joy  shall  re.ip ; 
Ilis  dews  and  sun  sh.ill  bless  vour  field, 
A  plenteous  harvest  shall  it  y'iidd. 
"  He  /jivpth  His  Ixdnved  sleej)." 
Oh  !   blest  art  thou  this  rest  to  keep  ; 
For  nought  shall  l>reak  that  swe.-t  n-pose, 
When  in  Ilia  love  your  eyes  shall  rh.se. 

Uopkinloo, 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  BONO. 


GO    TO    THY    REST. 

S.  M. 

Go  to  tliy  rest,  fair  cliild  ; 

(Ji)  to  tliy  (Iri-anilfss  ln-d, 
Wliilc   yet  so  <i«'iitli',  uiidt'lilcd, 

^\'itll  blessings  on  tliy  lu-ad. 
Ik-fore  thy  In  art  had  learned 

III  waywardness  to  stray  ; 
Before  thy  feca  had  over  turned 

The  dark  and  downward  way  ; 
Ere  sin  had  seared  the  breast, 

Or  sorrow  woke  the  tear ; 
Rise  to  thy  home  of  changeless  rest 

In  yon  celestial  sphere. 
Because  thy  smile  was  fair, 

Thy  lip  and  eye  so  bright ; 
Because  thy  loving  cradle-caro 

Was  such  a  dear  delight. 
Shall  love,  with  weak  embrace, 

Tliy  upward  wing  detain  ? 
No  !  gentle  angel,  seek  thy  place 

Amid  the  cherub  train. 


MHS.   L.   H.  SIOOURNEr. 

WE'LL    GO    HOME,    BY    AND    BY. 

1  We'll  go  home,  by  and  by,  when  our  toil  is  all  o'er ; 
III  the  shadow  of  evening,  we  will  wait  outside  the 

door, 
AVhile  life's  sun  serenely  setting,  all  the  clouds  with 

•fold  is  frettinir, 
We'll  go  home,  by  and  by,  and  we'll  tire  nevermore. 

2  We'll  go  home,  by  and  by;  for  the  Saviour  tells  us  so  ; 
When   the   clouds   that  here   have   risen  shall  have 

fadeil  out,  and  lo  I 
AVe  shall  st^e  the  Lord  of  glory,  we  shall  tell   the 

wondrous  story, 
AVIien  we  leave  our  w'ell-worn  sandals  here  below. 

3  We'll  go  home,  by  and  by,  for  the  promises  are  sure. 
Then   take   courage,   fainting- brother,   just  a  little 

while  endure  ; 
AVIiere  the  shadows  cometh  never,  in  the  Christian's 

home  forever, 
AVe  will  meet,  by  and  by,  with  the  sinless  and   the 

pure. 

MRS.    B(.    J.    SMITU. 


2  As  the  sun,  sinking  low  in  the  depths  of  the  ocean, 

Klings  liackward  his  glory  on  heaven  and  shore. 

And  the  billow  that  throbs  as  with  human  emotion. 

In  his  smile,  all  forgetful  how  soon  it  is  o'er  ; 
So  my  heart  wins  this  pearl    from   the  deep  of  its 
sorrow. 
And  lays  it  with  tears  upon  memory's  shrine  : 
Though  the  light  of  my  life  set  to  rise  "not  to-morrow, 
Though  parted  forever,  thy  last  look  was  mine. 

CAROLIXE  A.    HOWAKO. 

Set  to  music  by  Dr.  Jaa.  R.  Hurray. 

DEAR   ONES,    ANGEL-CROWNED 

1  Since  the  summer  roses  faded. 

Since  the  shadows  longer  grew. 
Many  garlands  we  have  braided. 

Of  the  cypress  anrl  the  yew, 
Many  farewells  have  been  sjioken, 
Many  links  in  earth's  chain  broken  ; 

God  forgive  us  if  we  dare 

Murmur  in  our  hearts  the  prayer. 

It  is  very  hard  to  bear. 
Hard  to  bear. 

2  Some  whose  brows  were  flushed  with  glory. 

Some  who  bore  the  cross  'mid  shame. 
Some  who  listened  to  love's  storv, 

Some  whose  lips  were  tou(;he(i  with  flame, 
Faded  like  the  summer  blossoms  ; 
Spent  tlu:ir  breath  ujjon  our  bosoms. 
O'er  our  hearts  tlieii-  life-leaves  swept, 
And  this  solace  'mid  them  crej)t : 
"  Ye  may  weep,  for  Jesus  wept, 
Jesus  wept." 

3  While  of  cypress,  yew  and  willow, 

Garlands  and  our  hands  lia\e  bound, 
Christ's  sweet  love  has  form'd  a  ])illow, 

For  the  dear  ones  angel-crowned  ; 
And  while  sadly  we  are  sighing 
O'er  their  bodies  lowly  lying, 

Jn  those  realms  from  sorrow  free, 

Where  no  death  the  dwellers  see, 

They  are  waiting  you  and  me, 
You  and  me. 

ANNIE   M.    D.    RADCLIFPK. 

Set  to  music  by  James  II.  Murray, 


VALE. 

1   Thou  did'st  pass   from  my    sight,    like  a  vision  of 
morning. 
Where  clouds  of  the  night  return  after  rain  ; 
And  the  crimson  and  goM  that  illumined  the  dawning. 

Are  <|ueiiche(l  in  the  gray  tints  of  triumph  again; 
But  there's  joy  in  that  beam  although  brief  be  its 
shilling  ; 
There's  hope  for  the  morrow  in  even  one  ray; 
And  llic  r-louil  on  my  heart  hatii  this  silvery  lining  ; 
I'erhajis  not  forever,  though  parted  to-day  ! 


ENTERED    INTO    REST. 

When  the  work  of  day  is  done. 
And  adown  the  glimmering  west 

Vanishes  the  golden  sun. 

Sweetly  comes  the  evening  rest. 

When  night's  darker  shadows  fall, 
And  the  stars  their  watchings  keep, 

Faithl'ul  vigils  over  all, — 

Sweet  to  close  the  eyes  in  sleep. 


rilE  CELESTIAL  CITY. 


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3  Mortal  forms,  so  worn  and  frail, 
Lav  in  earth  with  UmkIit  v.ivi:  ; 
Tli''\,  who  pass  witiiiii  iIr-  vail, 
Nut'd  no  human  VL-stincnts  tiicrc-. 
•1   Entered  into  heavenly  rest  I 

liaised  to  realms  of  li^dit  and  love  ; 
,Sw('etly  thus  forever  blest, 
In  the  spirit-life  above. 


1 


MAKY   L-.    WEIWTICU. 


INTO    THE    DARK. 

Forth  from  the  light, 
Into  the  silent  dark, 

An  unseen  han<l  is  leading  ! 
Out  into  night, 
U'here  all  is  still  and  stark, 
Despite  our  liumuu  pleading. 
So  dark  the  way  I 
We  falter,  stumbling  sore. 

Haste,  Light  of   Life!  revealing 
The  coming  day, 
That  shineth  more  and  more. 
For  comfort,  help,  and  healing  ! 
Our  lost  love<l  one  ! 
With  spirits  worn  and  faint. 
How  can  we  say,  for  erying, — 
"  Tity  will  lie  done  "? 
Or  cease  to  niakt;  our  plaint. 

To  Thee,  Thou  CJreat  Undying? 
O  Christ  of  love  ! 
Thou,  who  in  |)ity  wept, 
Must  we  resign  this  blessing, — 
All  otliers  prizffl  above; 
That  we  would  fain  have  kept. 
Dearest  of  our  possessing  ? 
Help  us,  we  pray, 
Our  Father,  in  tliis  stress  ! 
Till  wc,  without  repining, 
Can  truly  say, — 
•'Ti-;  well  I"      "Thy  hand  we  bless," 


Our  will  to  Thine  resigniiu 


JIARV   r.    Wr.lHTKR. 

Rockr  lUll,  Couii.,  18&3. 


WILL    HE   COME? 

••  I  can  scar<-ely  hear,"  she  murmured, 

••  For  my  heart  beats  loud  and  fast, 
r»ut  surely,  in  the  far,  far  distiince, 

I  can  hear  a  sound  at  hwU" 
It  is  only  the  reajiers  singing. 

As  they  earry  home  their  sheaves, 
And  the  evening  breeze  has  risen. 

And  rustles  the  dying  leaves. 
"  Sister,  there  are  voices  talking," 

Calmly  still  she  strove  to  speak. 
Yet  her  voice  <zu-\\  faint  and  trendding 

And  the  red  flushed  in  her  cheek. 


It  is  only  the  children  playing, 

lielow,  now  their  work  i.s  done  ; 
An<l  they  laughed  that  their  eyes  are  da/zled 

I5y  the  ra}s  of  the  setting  sun. 

3  Fainter  grew  her  voice  und  weaker. 

As  with  anxious  eyes  slie  cried, 
"  Down  the  avenue  of  cliestnut.s, 

I  can  hear  a  horseman  ride." 
It  was  only  the  deer  that  were  feeding 

In  a  henl  on  the  clover  grass  ; 
They  were  startled,  and  lied  to  the  tliicket. 

Ah  they  saw  the  reapers  piu>s. 

4  Now  the  night  arose  in  silence, 

IJirds  lay  in  their  leafy  nests, 
Antl  the  deer  crouchM  in  the  forest, 

And  the  chililren  were  at  rest  ; 
There  was  oidy  a  sound  of  weeping 

From  the  watchers  around  a  bed. 
But  rest  to  the  weary  spirit. 

Peace  to  the  (^uiet  dead. 

ADU.AIDK  raocTca,  imi 


OUR    DEAD. 

1  Nothing  is  our  own ;  we  hold  our  [tle.isures 

.lust  a  little  n  hile  ere  they  are  rie<l ; 

One  by  one  life  robs  us  of  our  treasures  ; 

Nothing  is  our  own  except  our  dead. 

2  They  are  ours  and  held  in  faithful  keeping, 

Safe  forever,  all  they  took  away  ; 
Cruel  life  can  never  stir  that  sleej>ing. 
Cruel  time  can  never  seize  that  prey. 

3  Justice  pales ;  truth  fades  ;  stars  fall  from  heaven  ; 

Human  are  the  great  whom  we  revere  ; 
No  true'  crown  of  honor  can  b<'  giv«'n 
Till  the  wreath  lies  on  a  funeral  bier. 

4  How  the  children  leave  ns  and  no  traces 

Linger  of  that  smiling  ani:el  band  ; 
Cione,  forever  gone,  and  in  their  places. 
Weary  men  and  an.vious  women  stand. 

5  Yet  we  have  some  little  ones,  still  ours  ; 

They  have  kept  the  baby  smile,  we  know. 
Which  we  kissefl  one  ilay.  and  hid  with  flowers. 
On  their  dead  white  faces  long  ago. 

6  When  our  joy  is  lost  and  life  will  take  it. 

Then  no  memory  of  the  p.xst  remains. 
Save  with  some  strange,  cruel  stin;;s  that  make  it 
IJitterness  lx>yond  all  pn-sent  |iains. 

7  Death,  more  tender-hearted,  leaves  to  sorrow. 

Still  the  nidiant  shadow — fond  regn-t ; 
We  shall  find,  in  some  far  briglit  to-morrow, 
Joy  that  He  h.is  taken  living  yet. 

8  Is  love  ours,  and  do  we  dream  we  know  it, 

Itound  with  all  our  heart -strini:*  all  our  own  ? 
Any  <old  .tnd  cruel  dawn  niav  show  it 
Shattere^l,  desccr.ilttl.  uvrrtliniun. 


16t 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


I)  Only  the  doail  hearts  forsake  us  never  ; 

Love,  that  to  death's  royal  care  lias  fled, 
Is  thus  eoiiseerated  ours  forever, 

And  no  change  can  rob  us  of  our  dead. 

10  So  when  ill  conies  to  hesiege  our  city, 

Dim  our  gold  or  make  our  flowers  fall, 
God  sends  death  in  love  and  pity. 

And,  to  save  our  treasures,  claims  them  all. 

ADELAIDE  A.  PROCTOB. 


IN    THE    NIGHT- 


1  Low  in  the  darkness,  bleeding  and  crushed, 

I  lie  in  Thy  sovereign  hand  ; 
Almost  my  very  heart's  beating  is  hushed, 
AVaiting  Thy  dreadful  command. 

2  Shall  it  be  life  ?'     Oh  !  can  it  be  death  ? 

Trembling  in  anguish,  I  pray. 
Take,  O  my  God,  whatsoever  Thou  wilt, 
But  take  not  this  one  life  away. 

3  Now,  as  of  old,  let  the  shadow  go  back 

On  its  beautiful  dial  to-night ; 
Shut  Thou  the  portals,  that  swinging  so  wide, 
"Would  sweep  it  away  from  my  sight. 

4  Surely,  dear  Lord,  it  is  nothing  to  Thee— 

This  one  human  life  Thou  canst  spare, 
And  it  is  so  much,  so  much  unto  me. 
Oh  !  give  me  my  passionate  prayer. 

5  Slowly— ah  Heaven  !  the  gates  seem  to  move  ; 

Now  hither,  now  thither  they  sway — 
"Watching,  and  fearing,  and  weeping,  1  lie, 
Too  sick  with  my  anguish  to  pray. 

6  Father,  my  Father,  forgive  my  wild  cry— 

I  know  "not  what  I  have  said  ! 
The  portals  stand  wide,  in  the  terrible  night, 
And  I  am  alone  with  my  dead ! 

II 

1  Ah,  wonderful !  wonderful !     Here  in  the  night, 

One  ffiveth  me  songs  for  my  tears — 
One  saiUi :   "  I  am  here  in  the  valley  with  thee  ; 
I  carry  thy  griefs  and  thy  fears." 

2  Ah,  wonderful !  wonderful  I     Here  on  His  breast, 

Like  John,  the  beloved,  I  lie — 
'My  ])assionate  prayer  sinks  sobbing  to  rest— 
"'Tis  Jesus,  to  live  or  to  die. 

3  Thy  sweet  human  life  is  over — 'tis  well — 

It  was  Jesus  for  thee  and  for  me  ! 
I  linger  below,  and  still  it  is  well. 
It  is  Jesus  for  me  and  for  th«'e ! 

MltM.    lltKUIl  K   JOHNHON. 


This  hymn  is  a  happy  Illustration  of  how  much  poetry  a  hymn  may 
contoiu  withimt  ciaisiug  to  be  simple,  easily  iutellixible.  and  a<lapted  to 
public  worship.  Mrs.  Barliauld's  harvest  bymu,  "  Praise  to  God,  immor- 
tal praise,"  is  justly  celebrated.    Eug.  Col. 


DEATH    OF   THE    RIGHTEOUS. 


1  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies, — 

When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes  ! 

How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer-cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er  ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, — 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys  ; 
And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  profound, 
AVhich  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  claj, 

Li<:ht  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies ; 
"While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, — 
'•  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  !  " 

ANNE  LETITIA  BABBAULD. 


SOFTLY    THE    DAYLIGHT    FADED. 

1  Softlv  the  daylight  faded,  far  in  the  distant  blue, 
Blending  its  "fading  glory  sweet  with  the  twilight's 

hue  ; 
Far  in  the  distant  portals,  opened  a  golden  door. 
Sweetly  the  angels'  music  came  from    that   far-off 

shore. 

2  Far  o'er  the  distant  hilltops  faded  the  golden  beams, 
Lowly  the  breeze  of  es^ening  chanted  their  mournful 

strains  ; 
Up  thro'  the  shining  ether,  borne  on  the  wings  of  light. 
Floated  the  spirit  onward,  home  to  the  realms  of  light. 

3  Fair  shone  the  light  eternal,  sweet  was  the  golden  air. 
Panted  the  weary  spirit,  something  of  light  to  share  ; 
Into  the  shining  portals,  clothed  in  her  robes  of  white. 
Breathing  the  iove  eternal,  sings  she  her  song  to-night. 

4  Sad  was  the  hour  of  jiarting,  bitter  the  tears  we  shed, 
Laying   her  cold  and  silent,  down  with  the  slirouded 

dead. 
Low,  like  a  strain  of  music,  over  the  far-off  sea, 
Christ,  Thou  hast  called  our  loved  one  home  to  her 

rest  in  Thee. 

NEVA    K.    PARKIIII.L. 

Set  to  miisio  aud  copyrighted  by  C.  E.  LesUe  iu  "  Welcome  Songs." 


DEPARTURK,  DEATn. 


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Thro'  the      dark      pine        grove        let      thy      voice 


be  beard. 


And 


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I 


tell 


of  the  shadowy  band, 


tell  of  the  shad-ow-y 


band. 


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166 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


Sym. 


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We  know    that  the  bow'rs  are        green        and  fair,     In  the  light      of  that    summer    shore, 


And  we 


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We  know    that  the  bow'rs  are        green        and  fair,      In  the  light      of  that    summer    shore, 


And  we 


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know    that  the  friends  we  have  lost       are  there,  they  are  there,  they  are  there,  And  they    weep    no      more. 


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know    that  the  friends  we  have  lost       are  there, 


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they  are  there,  And  they    weep    no      more. 


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DEPARTURB,  DEATH. 


167 


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answer     not     a-gain,   Oh !      say,    do  they  love    us    yet?  do    they  love    us  yet?  do  they  love    us    yet? 


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168 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


Minor. 


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We 


call 


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lent    night,  And      they 


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speak      not  from  cave    nor 


hill, 


We    know,      thou  bird,  tliat  their  land         is       bright.       But 


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say,       oh!  say,       do  tbey    love    there     still?     do  they    love    there     still?      do  they  love  there  still? 

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DEPARTURE,  DEATH. 


1G9 


TIRED. 


(FOR  CONTKALTO.) 


"Word*  by  MISS  HELEN  BUKSSIUE. 


MiuiebrUIBa  M.  UMMAY. 


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1.  "Tir-  ed!"  oh.yes!  so      tir  -     ed,  dear!       Tlie     day   hasliccn  ve  -  ry        long.  Hn( 

2.  It      hassi>pm-cd   so  Ion;;        since  morn  -  iii^-tidp.         And        1     liavi- bipn  left  so        Ictnc,  Voiin 

3.  Sing  once   a-gain,         "  A  -  bide     willi  »ie,"      That  sweet     -    est  ev'aing      hymn,  And 


shad  -  ow-ygloam  -  ing     draw    -    eth  near,     'Tis  time  for  the    e  -  ven  song; 

sinil      -      ing  fa  -  cesthronti'd       my  side   When  the    ear      -      ly  sim-light         Bhone, 
now,      Good-night!  I         can     -      not  see,       Tlie  lifjht       has  grown  so  dim; 


I'm 
But 


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piu  lento. 


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ics: 


read  -  y  to  go  to  rest, 
tliey  grew  tir  -  ed  long 
"Tir  -  ed!''ah,yes!     so     tir 


at     last,  Read   -    y    to    say    Good  -  night; 

a  -  go.     And   I      saw        them   sink        to        rest. 

ed,  dear!    I  shall  sound    -  ly        sleep        to    -night, 


:>t: 


The 
With 
With 


m 


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sun    -    set      glo 
fold     -    ed     hands 
ncv    -    er    a  dream, 


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3:: 


;ci. 


ry    dark      -      ens  fast.       To-inor  -  row  will  lirin;;    mo        lisht. 

and    brows  of  snow,     On  llie     gn-eu      earth's  niolh  -  er   -  brea«U 

and    nev     -      era  fear,      To  wake    in  the  morning's        light. 


170 


WOMAN  IN  SACKED  SONG. 


ASLEEP    IN   JESUS. 


WHEN    THEY    GO    SILENTLY. 


1  Aslocj)  in  Jc^^us  I   blos.m'id  .sleep ! 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep ; 
A  calm  and  undistuihed  rejiose, 
Unbroken  by  tlie  hi.st  of  I'oe.s. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesu.s  !      Oh  I  how  sweet 
To  be  for  sueh  a  shnnber  meet! 
With  holy  eonfidenee  to  sinif 

That  death  hath  lost  its  veuomed  sting ! 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !   peaceful  rest ! 
"\Vho.se  waking  is  su])r('ni('ly  blest! 
No  fear — no  woe,  shall  dim  the  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus !  Oh  !  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summous  from  on  high. 

MARdABET  MAOKAY,  1832. 


GATHERING    HOME. 
"Blessed  are  the  dead  which  die  in  the  Lord  from  bcDceforth."— ReT.  xlv :  13. 

1  Up  to  the  bountiful  Giver  of  life, 

Gathering  home !  gathering  home  ! 
Up  to  the  dwelling  wliere  cometh  no  strife, 
The  dear  ones  are  gathering  home. 

2  Up  to  the  city  where  falleth  no  night, 

Gathering  home  !  gathering  home  ! 
Up  where  the  Saviour's  own  face  is  the  light. 
The  dear  ones  are  gathering  home. 

3  Up  to  the  beautiful  mansions  above, 

Gathering  home  !  gathering  home  ! 

Safe  in  the  arms  of  His  infinite  love, 

The  dear  ones  are  gathering  home. 

MI.SS  MARIANA   B.   SLADU. 

Set  to  music  by  Dr.  A.  B.  Everett. 


THE    REDEEMED    IN    HEAVEN. 

1  Lo !  round  the  throne  a  glorious  band, 
The  saints  in  countless  myriads  stand ; 
Of  every  tongue  redeemed  to  God, 
Arrayed  in  garments  washed  in  blood. 

2  Through  tribulation  great  they  came ; 
They  bore  the  cross,  despised  the  shame; 
But  now  from  all  tluiir  labors  rest, 

In  God's  eternal  glory  blest. 

3  They  see  the  Saviour  face  to  face  ; 
They  sing  the  lriuni|)h  of  His  grace: 
And  day  and  niglit  with  ceaseless  praise. 
To  Him  their  loud  hosannas  raise. 

4  Oh !   may  we  tread  the  sacred  road 
That  holy  saints  and  martyrs  trod  ; 
AVage  to  the;  enil  the  glorious  strife. 
And  win,  like  them,  a  crown  of  life! 

MAKV    L.    IH'STAN. 


1  "When  they  go  silently 

Out  from  embraces, 
"While  a  white  mystery 

Covers  their  faces. 
Shall  our  beloved  know 
How  the  still  shadows  grow. 
Crossing  our  ])alh  below 

Through  empty  places  ? 

2  Rest  shall  be  sweet  for  them 

Under  green  mosses. 
Crowns  shall  be  light  for  them 

After  the  crosses ; 
Though  we  loved  them  tenderly, 
Earth  bound  so  slenderly 
Theirs  all  the  gain  will  be. 

Ours  all  the  losses. 

3  "When  they  go  silently. 

Is  it  to  sever 
Each  fond  and  faithfid  tie — 

Part  we  forever  ? 
Stars  of  our  love  below, 
Though  with  strange  light  the}'  glow. 
Surely  our  souls  shall  know, 

Knowing  the  Giver. 

4  Near,  though  we  see  them  not, 

Faces  are  glowing ; 
Sweet,  though  we  hear  them  not, 

Voices  are  flowing ; 
Giving  mine  eyes  to  see, 
God  will  remember  me. 
When  through  His  mystery 

Silently  going. 

AN'XIK    HERBERT. 

From  "  Boyal  Gercii."    Brainard's  Sous. 


Wm  ^• 


^irflolis. 


Mary  E.  Brooks,  nee  Aikin,  was  born  at  roughkecpsie,  N.  Y..  and 
educated  under  the  care  of  Mrs.  WillanL  While  yetyoung  she  wrote  for 
the  Xew  York  periodicals  under  the  signature  of  "  Norma."  In  1S29  slio 
published  her  longest  ))oem  —  "  The  Rivals  of  D'Este,"  which  with  her 
others,  numerous  in  number,  displayed  a  lively  and  refined  taste,  together 
with  a  Rwect  Christian  spirit.  Her  "Hebrew  Melodies,"  are  among  the 
best  of  her  works. 


OH!    WEEP    NOT    FOR    THE    DEAD. 

Jeremiah  xxit:  10. 

1  Oh  !  weep  not  for  the  dead  ! 

Rather,  Oh  !   rather  give  the  tear 
To  those  that  darkly  linger  here, 

When  all  besides  are  fled  ; 
Wi'cp  not  for  the  .spirit  withering 
In  its  cold,  cheerless  sorrowing, 
Weep  for  the  young  and  lovely  one 
That  ruin  darkly  revels  on  ; 
But  never  be  a  teardrop  shed 
For  them,  the  enfranchised  dead. 


DEPARTUItE,  DEA  TU. 


171 


Oh  !  woop  not  for  tlio  do.-id, 
N(»  more  for  iIkmii  the  l»lii;liliiii,f  cliill, 
Tlic  tlioiisanil  sIkuK's  of  tartlily  ill, 

The  thousaiMl  tlioriis  we  tread  ; 
Wee|)  for  th(!  Iife-<harm,  early  Mown, 
The  spirit  hrokeii,  hlcediiiy,  hjiie  ; 
AVeep  for  the  (leath-jiaii^rs  of  the  heurt, 
Kre  i)eiiij(  from  tin;  hosom  part ; 
But  never  be  a  teanhop  fi;iveii 
To  those  that  rest  in  you  blue  heaven. 


Sirs.  ^oui>. 


MAUY   E.   BK00E8,  U18. 


mxw  '%.  ?iuu:ui. 


It  is  uot  cany  to  miy  at  what  date  hi-r  rvlUh  for  the  beauties  of  nature 
watt  L-iihitiicvil,  l>y  Kh>kiiitf  iH'youd  them  V\  tht'irower  aiul  niuniticmci-  of 
thoOitU  of  en-ution.  coiii1>liii'4l  wi'h  the  coiii|»uhii1oii  uimI  Iuvu  of  the  (mmI 
of  rf<leiiiiition.  Her  early  atteiiiptflat  noting  with  ht-r  |hmi  tlir  thoutfhtji 
of  h*r  ht'urt.  exhibit  tlie  play  of  poetic  iiuuB^ry  and  s«'ntiment.  together 
witli  eflfortrt  at  reflection  and  soher  views  of  existence  bt*yond  the  wtirM. 

The  foHowinfE  venu^fi  have  Iwen  recently  found  in  a  Uiz  of  juvenile 
kee|Makt^  and  similar  trt^asurcs.  Judging  by  the  writing,  tht:y  Ui^y  be 
referred  to  her  eleventh  or  twelfth  year. 


EARLY    DREAMS. 

1  IIow  sweet  are  those  (hdijihtful  dreams 

That  charm  in  youtii's  briiiht  <lay  of  bloom  I 
Antl  swi'ct  tlio-^e  ra<liant  sunsiiine  -ileams 
That  wander  througii  surrounding  gloom. 

2  And  briglit  are  fancy's  fairy  bowers, 

And  sweet  the  flowers  that  round  she  flings, 
When  in  gay  youth's  romantic  hours 
She  shows  all  fair  and  lovely  things. 

3  IJut  ah  !   there  is  a  land  above, 

Whose  pleasures  never  fade  away  ; 
A  holy  laud  of  bliss  and  love. 

Where  lught  is  lost  in  endless  day. 

4  And  in  the  blaze  of  that  blest  day. 

All  earthly  bowers  we  deemed  so  bright 
Must  fade,  as  when  the  sun's  first  ray 
Dispels  the  darkness  of  the  night. 

5  Why  should  my  soul  so  fondly  cling 

To  joys  that  bless  my  pilgrimage  ? 
The  joys  of  Heaven  I  ought  to  sing, 
Its  raptures  all  my  love  eng.age. 

6  Why  should  my  spirit  fear  to  die  ? 

What  though  the  river  may  be  deep  ? 
When  passed,  I  never  more  shall  sigh  ; 
My  eye  shall  then  forget  to  weep. 

7  Oh  I  for  faith's  bright  eagle  eye. 

To  pierce  beyond  the  vale  of  tears 
To  regions  blest  alM)ve  the  sky. 

To  worlds  unknown  by  lapse  of  years. 

8  Then,  should  the  toys  tluit  tempt  me  now 

From  my  enraptured  Imisoui  fly. 
In  faith  and  grace  my  soul  should  grow. 
Till  death  be  lost  in  victory. 

M&KV   U   lU'NCAll. 


Mm.  Loud,  n//  Rantow.  Tuhom  In  Rrm<Ifnr<t  fnantr,  P«no.  flhahMl 
awuiiderlul  lucuiury,  ercD  when  a  clUlit,  ouu'iuitiuit  vlmlo  Toluiur*  of 
|XM!try  tu  uiciuury.  Il  wm  unt  uulil  the  year  uf  Uir  uuunaiic.  In  !!£,'<. 
timt  litT  own  ittjuiit  u  a  (xivt  lii'guii  Ui  iU-rclo|i  Hlic  Ik-caiuo  >\n\W  aii 
accoiniilUliiHl  writirr,  ami  oniitrllmUMl  to  Tuiimt  uiavazino  ui<l  daily 
jounialA.  Hit  liyiiiiii  and  |K«nu  ixiaaii*  uucb  ludutl;  u(  lauffuaca, 
gnMMi/ul  thuuiikt,  U'lidur  and  piuiu  fcvUiig. 


JESUS   WEPT. 

John  xl:  SS. 

1  Draw  near,  ye  weary,  bow'd  and  bnikcn-hearttHl, 

Ye  onward  trav'lers  to  a  peacdiil  liDurne  ; 
Ye,  from  whose  |)atli  tin*  light  hath  all  dcjtarted  ; 

Ye,  who  are  left  in  .solitudi;  to  mourn  ; 
Though  o'er  your  spirits  hath  the  storuM-lnud  swept, 

Sacred  are  sorrow's  tears,  since  "Jesus  wejit." 

2  The  bright  and  spotless  Heir  of  endless  glory, 

Wept  over  woes  of  those  lie  came  to  save  ; 
And  angels  wondered  when  they  heard  the  story. 

That  lie  who  coinpn-red  death,  wept  o'er  the  grave; 
For  'twas  not  when  His  lonely  wat<h  lie  k«'pl 

In  dark  Gethsemane,  that  "Jesus  wept." 

3  But   with   the   frieuds    He    loved   whose    hojie   had 

perished. 

The  Saviour  stood,  while  through  His  liosom  rushed 
A  tide  of  sympathy  for  those  He  cherished. 

Anil  from  His  eyes  the  burning  teardro|>s  gushed, 
And  bending  o'er  the  tond)  where  Lazarus  slej)t. 

In  agony  of  spirit,  "Jesus  wept." 

4  Lo !  Jesus'  power  the  sleep  of  death  hath  broken. 

And  wiped  the  tear  from  sorrow's  drooping  eye  ; 
Look  up,  ye  mourin-rs,  hear  what  He  hath  spoken, 

"  He   that  believes  on  Me  shall  never  die." 
Through  faith  and  love  your  spirits  sh.dl  Im-  kept, 

Hope  brighter  grew  ou  earth  when  "Jesus  wejit." 

MRS.    LOCD,  lg9S. 


The  followlag  outpouring  of  a  reflnv<l  spirit  pauUng  after  earlbl/ 
enJojrmeDt  of  an  ethereal  character,  abr  ha«  euUUcd : 

IMAGINATIONS. 


1  I've  imaged  a  laiul  where  flowers  are  growing 

In  pristine  sweetness  all  the  year. 
And  |)urest  crystal  streams  are  flowing. 
And  sunlx»ams  kiss  the  waters  clear. 

2  Where  nnisic's  voire,  the  hours  b<>guiling, 

('omcH  floating  on  the  stuniner  .-lir : 
^Viien-  iM'.iining  suns  are  mildly  smiling, 
An«I  cloudless  skies  are  ever  fair. 


172 


woMAy  i%  SAC  RED  soyo. 


But  darkness  here  the  daylight  closes, 

Anil  storms  olisiuro  tin-  Minlit  >ky ; 
Ami  thorns  are  mingled  with  our  ros^ 

AVhile  joy  is  round  us,  grief  is  nigh. 
Oh  !  were  I  in  that  land  of  gladness, 

I've  im:igetl  fair  within  my  breast, 
Then  farewell  to  grief  and  sadness. 

Welcome,  soul-refreshing  rest. 
Within  the  leafy  grot  reclining. 

While  balmy  breezes  round  me  i)layed, 
I'd  gaze  on  scenes  all  brightly  shining. 

With  naught  to  make  my  heart  afraid. 
My  heart  should  rise,  with  nature  blending 

In  one  sweet  song  of  harmony. 
Each  lovely  object  round  me  tending 

To  make  my  soul  all  melody. 

lUBT  L.  DITKCAK. 

DEATH    OF   A    LITTLE   CHILD. 

1  Tender  Shepherd,  thou  hast  stilled 

Now  thy  little  lamb's  brief  weeping  : 
Ah.  how  peaceful,  pale,  and  mild 

In  its  narrow  bed  't  is  sleeping  ! 
And  no  sigh  of  anguish  sore 
Heaves  that  little  bosom  more. 

2  In  this  world  of  care  and  pain. 

Lord,  thou  wouldst  no  longer  leave  it ; 
To  the  sunny  heavenly  plain 

Thou  dost  now  with  joy  receive  it ; 
Clotheil  in  robes  of  spotless  white, 
Now  it  dwells  with  Thee  in  light. 

3  Ah.  Lord  Jesus,  grant  that  we 

Where  it  lives  may  soon  be  living, 
And  the  lovely  pastures  see 

That  its  heavenly  food  are  giving ; 
Then  the  gain  of  death  we  prove. 
Though  Thou  take  what  most  we  love. 

JOSS  C-  WISKWOSTB,  TR. 


THE   STRANGERS   GRAVE. 

1  'Neath  a  rose-hued  wealth  of  Eglantines, 
An  enshrouding  wreath  of  creeping  vines, 

Thou  sleepest  w  ell  I 

2  Amidst  life's  turmoils,  thou  wakest  not, 

'*  Forgetting  the  world,  by  the  world  forgot," 
Calm  is  thy  rest ! 

3  Did  the  years  pass  by  thee  sad  and  slow  ? 

Was  the  journey  long  ?     Didst  thou  wear}'  grow  ? 
Now  rest  is  thine  I 

4  Nor  care,  nor  pain,  can  u|>on  thee  fall, 
Thou  hast  found  the  peace  that  awaits  us  all, 

Death's  calm  repose ! 

5  No  marble  marketh  tliy  place  of  rest  1 

But  the  sunlight  falls  from  the  radiant  West 
Upon  thy  grave  1 


6  The  bird-song,  soft,  from  the  weeping  yew. 
And  the  wild  flowers,  kissed  by  the  evening  dew. 

Are  thine  for  aye  ! 

7  How  soon  for  us  will  the  summons  come. 
When  the  pulse  shall  cease,  and  the  lips  be  dumb. 

We  may  not  know  ! 

8  We,  like  marble,  shall  sometime  lie. 
While  the  tides  of  life  shall  go  surging  by, 
In  the  ever-nearing  by  and  by, 

Death's  hour  shall  come  ! 


MRS.  X.   H.   B.  OOODWIX. 


THE    INFANTS    REMOVAL. 

Go<l  took  thee  in  His  mercy, 

A  lamb  untasked.  untried  ; 
He  fought  the  fight  for  thee, 
He  won  the  victory, 

And  thou  art  sanctified  ! 
I  look  around  and  see 

The  evil  »vavs  of  men  ; 
And  Oh  !  belove<l  child  ! 
I'm  more  than  reconciled 

To  thy  departure  then. 
Now.  like  a  dewdrop  shrined 

Within  a  crystal  stone, 
Thou'rt  safe  in  heaven,  my  dove, — 
Safe  with  the  Source  of  love, 

The  Evcrlastiuii  One. 


MKS.   80UTHIT. 


LIFE    AND    DEATH. 

Oh  I  fear  not  thou  to  die  I 

Far  rather  fear  to  live, — for  life 

Hath  thousand  snares  thy  faith  to  try, 

By  peril,  pain  and  strife. 

Brief  is  the  work  of  death. 
But  life  !   the  spirit  shrinks  to  see. 
How  full  ere  Heaven  recalls  the  breath 

The  cup  of  woe  may  be. 
Oh !  fear  not  thou  to  die  ! 
No  more  to  suffer  or  to  sin  ; 
No  snares  without  thy  faith  to  try, 

No  traitor  heart  within  ; 

But  fear.  Oh  I  rather  fear, 
The  gay,  the  light,  the  changeful  scene,  ' 
The  fiattering  smiles  that  greet  thee  here, 

From  Heaven  thy  heart  to  wean. 
Fear  lest,  in  evil  hour. 
Thy  pure  and  holy  hope  o'ercome, 
By  clouils  that  in  the  horizon  lower. 

Thy  spirit  feel  the  gloom 

Which  over  earth  and  Heaven 
The  covering  throws  of  fell  despair. 
And  deems  itself  the  unforgiven, 

Predestined  child  of  care. 


DEPARTURE,  DEATU. 


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Oil  I  fear  not  thou  to  die  ! 

To  die,  and  be  that  blessed  one 

Wlio  ill  the  bri;;lit  aud  Waiiteous  sky 

May  fetl  his  coutlict  done ; — 

May  feel  that  never  more 
The  tear  of  grief,  of  shame,  shall  come 
For  thousand  wanderin;;s  from  the  power 

Who  loved  and  called  him  home. 


MU.  •OCTBKT. 


AT    REST. 

1  Ah!  silent  wheel  I  the  merry  brook  is  dry, 

Ami  (juiet  hours  fjlide  by 
In  this  deep  vale,  where  once  the  merry  stream 

Sang  on  through  gloom  and  gleam ; 
Only  the  dove  in  some  leaf-sh:uled  nest 
Murmurs  of  rest. 

2  Ah  !  weary  voyager,  the  closing  day 

Shines  on  that  tranquil  bay. 
^Vhcre  the  storm-lwaten  soul  has  longed  to  be ; 

Wild  blast  and  angry  sea 
Touch  not  this  favored  shore  by  suomier  blest, 
A  home  of  rest. 

3  Ah  !  fevereil  heart,  the  grass  is  green  and  deep 

Where  thou  art  laiil  to  sleep  ; 
Kisse<l  by  soft  winds,  and  washed  by  gentle  showers. 

Thou  luist  thy  crown  of  flowers  ; 
Poor  heart,  too  long  in  this  mad  world  opprest. 
Take  now  thy  rest. 

4  I,  too,  perplexed  with  strife  of  good  and  ill. 

Long  to  be  safe  and  still ; 
Evil  is  present  with  me  while  I  pray 

That  goo<l  may  win  the  <lay  ; 
Great  Giver,  grant  me  Thy  last  gift  and  best. 
The  gift  of  rest ! 

•AMAM  DOCOITBr. 


3  We  know  that  the  lambs  are  teiid.-<l. 

When  they  Cf>uie  from  px-iurea  chill. 
Bleating  to  ihe  fold  for  frhelter 

From  the  l>are  and  frofty  hill. 
By  the  ribbon,  re«l  or  azure. 

That  we  tie<l  long  montlin  before; 
And  we  lift  the  gate  with  pleasurv. 

To  receive  tlieiu  home  once  more. 

4  So  shall  they,  who've  gone  before  as, 

OiK-ii  for  iLs  the  gate  of  light, 
KLss  away  our  fears  ami  tnnibling. 

Put  on  us  the  rolK>  of  white. 
Lead  us  through  the  |Ki>tures  vernal. 

By  the  feet  of  angels  tnxl. 
To  the  stream  of  life  etenial. 

Flowuig  from  the  throne  of  God. 

VASciK  A.  w.  rmtamt. 
maai^t,  H.  H. 

LOWLY   AND    SOLEMN. 

1  Lowly  and  solemn  be 

Thy  children 's  CTy  to  Thee, 

Father  Divine ! 
A  hymn  of  suppliant  breath. 
Owning  that  life  and  deatli 

Alike  are  thine  ! 

2  O  Father,  in  that  hour. 
When  earth  all  helping  power 

Shall  disavow. — 
When  s|K^ar,  and  shield,  and  crown. 
In  faintness  are  cast  down, — 

Sustain  us.  Thou ! 

3  By  Him  who  bowed  to  take 
The  death-cup  for  our  sake. 

The  thorn,  the  nA. — 
From  whom  the  last  dismay 
Was  not  to  pa.ss  awav, 

Aid  us,  O  God  \ 


SHALL  WE  KNOW  EACH  OTHER  THERE? 

1  When  we  meet  in  fields  Elysian. 

Freed  from  this  world's  pain  and  care. 
Shall  we,  with  our  spirit-vision. 

See  and  know  each  other  there  ? 
Can  it  be.  that  death  will  sever 

All  life's  dearest,  holiest  ties  ? 
Do  we  look  farewell  forever. 

When  we  close  these  mortal  eyes  ? 

2  Shall  we,  in  their  angel  jilumage. 

Know  the  loved  of  manv  vears. 
Lips  that  smile<l,  when  we  were  happy. 

Eyes  that  wept  for  all  our  tears  ? 
Ah  !  how  drear  woidd  be  e'en  Heaven, 

Did  not  hope,  with  glances  bright, 
^NniisjHT  that  the  hearts,  now  riven, 

lu  that  world  shall  reunite. 


IT    IS    L 

1  When  waves  of  trouble  round  me  swell. 

My  soul  is  not  dismayed  : 
I  hear  a  voice  I  know^  full  well, — 
"  'Tis  I ;  be  not  afraid." 

2  When  black  the  thr  -kies  appear, 

.fVnd  storms  my  \  ••, 

Those  accents  tran({uilize  each  fear. — 
**  Tis  I ;  be  not  afraid." 

3  There  i.s  a  gulf   tliat  must  be  crossed  ; 

S.i\iour.  Ih'  near  to  ai»l  ! 
AV!i>[Hr.  when  my  frail  lark  is  tossed. — 
*•  "l"is  I ;  be  not  afnii<l." 

4  There  is  a  dark  and  fe:u-ful  vale. 

I>eath  hides  within  its  shade  : 

Oh!  sav.  when  flt-sh  ami  heart  shall  fail, — 

"Tis  I;  bu  not  afraid." 

mmm  c  ■iiiim. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


ON    THE    DEATH    OF    A    MOTHER. 

1  At  lerifjtli,  then,  the  tcnderest  of  mothers  is  gone ! 

Her  smiles,  her  hive  accents,  can  glad  thee  no  more. 
That  once  ciieerful  chainher  is  silent  and  lone, 

And  for  tliee  all  a  child's  precions  duties  are  o'er. 

2  Her  welcome  at  morning,  her  blessing  at  night, 

No  longer  the  crown  of  tliy  comforts  can  be  ; 
And  the  friend  seen  and  loved  since  thine  eyes  first 
saw  light, 
Thou  cans't  ne'er  see  again  I     Thou  art  orphaned 
like  me. 

3  Oh !    change,   from    which    nature  must  shrink  over- 

power'd. 
Till  faith  sliall  the  anguisli  remove  and  condemn  ; 
For  the  change  to  those  blest  ones  who  "  die  in  the 

Lord," 
Though  to  us  it  brings  sorrow,  gives  glory  to  them. 


UR.S.    AMKLIA  OPIE. 


Pkbe  Cars. 


Phoebe  Cary  was  bom  near  Cincinnati,  1824,  and  died  in  1871.  Her 
Iioeiu  entitled,  "  A  Dcatli  Scene,"  has  evidently  been  written  from  her 
own  cxiwrience,  as  she  watched  by  the  dying  bed  o£  one  very  near  and 
dear  to  her. 

A    DEATH    SCENE. 

1  Dying,  still  slowly  dying, 

jVs  the  hours  of  night  rode  by. 
She  had  lain  since  the  light  of  sunset 

Was  red  on  the  evening  sky, 
Till  after  the  middle  watches, 

As  we  softly  near  her  trod, — 
"When  her  soul  from  its  prison  fetters 

Was  loosed  by  the  hand  of  God. 

2  One  moment  her  pale  lips  trembled 

AVith  the  triumph  she  might  not  tell, 
As  tlu!  sight  of  the  life  immortal 

On  her  spirit's  vision  fell  ; 
Then  tlie  look  of  rapture  faded. 

And  the  beautiful  smile  was  faint, 
As  tluit  in  some  convent  picture 

On  the  face  of  a  dying  saint. 

3  And  we  felt,  in  the  lonesome  midnight, 

As  we  sat  by  the  silent  dead. 
What  a  light  on  the  \ya\.\\  going  downward 

The  feet  of  the  righteous  shed  ; 
When  we  thought  how  with  faith  unshrinking 

Siie  came  to  the  Jordan's  tide. 
Anil,  taking  tiie  hand  of  the  Saviour, 

Went  up  on  the  heavenly  side. 

PIKEBE  CARY. 

COME    TO    THE   HOUSE   OF   PRAYER 

S.   M. 

J   Come  to  the  house  of  prayer, 
O  thou  afflicted,  come  : 
The  (iod  of  j)eace  shall  meet  thee  there ; 
He  makes  that  house  His  Home. 


2  Come  to  the  house  of  praise, 

Ye  who  are  hai)py  now  ; 
In  sweet  accord  your  voices  Aiise, 
In  kindred  homajre  bow. 

3  Thou,  whose  benignant  eye 

In  mercy  looks  on  all — ■ 
Who  seest  the  tear  of  misery, 
And  hear'st  the  mourner's  call — 

4  Uj)  to  Thy  dwelling-place 

IJear  our  frail  sjiirits  on. 
Till  they  outstrip  time's  tardy  pace. 
And  heaven  on  earth  be  won. 

>1ISS   E.   TAVLOR. 

SLEEP. 

1  Of  all  the  thoughts  of  God  that  are 
Borne  inward  unto  souls  afar. 

Among  the  Psalmist's  music  deep, 
Now  tell  me  if  that  any  is 
For  gift  or  grace  surpassing  this  : 

"  He  giveth  His  beloved  sleep  ?  " 

2  What  would  we  give  to  our  beloved  ? 
The  hero's  heart,  to  be  unmoved  ; 

The  poet's  star-tuned  harp,  to  sweep ; 
The  patriot's  voice,  to  teach  and  rouse  ; 
The  monarch's  crown,  to  light  tlie  brows? 

"  He  giveth  His  beloved  sleep." 

3  What  do  we  give  to  our  beloved  ? 
A  little  faith,  all  un(lisj)roved  ; 

A  little  dust,  to  over  weep  ; 
And  bitter  memories,  to  make 
The  whole  earth  blasted  for  our  sake. 

"  He  giveth  His  beloved  sleep." 

4  "  Sleep  soft,  beloved  !  "  we  sometimes  say, 
But  have  no  tune  to  charm  away 

Sad  dreams  that  through  the  eyelids  creep  ; 
But  never  doleful  dream  again 
Shall  break  the  happy  slumber  when 

"  He  giveth  His  beloved  sleep." 

5  O  earth,  so  full  of  dreary  noise  ! 

O  men,  with  wailing  in  your  voice  ! 

O  delved  gold  the  w  ailers  heap  ! 
O  strife,  O  curse,  that  o'er  it  fall ! 
God  strikes  a  silence  through  you  all, 

And  "  giveth  His  beloved  sleep." 

6  His  dews  drop  mutely  on  the  hill, 
His  cloud  above  it  saileth  still, 

Though  on  its    slope  men  sow  and  reap, 
More  softly  than  the  dew  is  shed, 
Or  cloud  is  floated  overhead, 

"  He  giveth  His  beloved  sleep." 

7  For  me,  my  heart,  that  erst  did  go 
Mt)st  like  a  tirc^l  child  at  a  show. 

That  sees  through  tears  the  nnmimcrs  leap, 
Wouhl  now  its  wearied  vision  close, 
Woulil  ciiildlike  on  His  love  repose 

"  Who  giveth  His  beloved  sleep." 

EUZAUETB    BAUHETT  BKUW.MNU. 


OBITUARY. 


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REJOICING    IN    HEAVEN. 

Young  spirit,  freed  from  bondage, 

Rejoice  !     Thy  work  is  done  ; 
Tlie  weary  world  is  'neatli  thy  feet ; 

Thou,  brighter  than  the  sun  ! 
Arise,  put  on  the  garments 

Whieli  the  redeemed  win. 
Now,  sorrow  hatli  no  part  in  thee, 

Thou,  sanctified  from  sin  ! 
Awake,  and  breathe  tlie  living  air 

Of  our  celestial  clime  ! 
Awake  to  love  which  knows  no  change. 

Thou,  who  hast  done  with  time  ! 
Awake  !     Lift  up  tiiy  joyful  eyes. 

See,  all  heaven's  liost  appears  ; 
And  be  thou  glad  exceedingly. 

Thou,  who  hast  done  with  tears. 
Awake  !  descend  !     Thou  art  not  now 

With  those  of  mortal  birth  ; 
The  living  God  hath  touched  thy  lips, 

Thou,  who  hast  done  with  earth  ! 


7  And  underneath  their  boughs  my  soul  nmst  dwell 

With  souls  beatified. 
'Twas  whispered  to  me  in  the  holy  night, 
By  angels  at  my  side. 

8  Then  why,  on  thy  slow  pinions,  tarriest  thou, 

0  soft,  celestial  breath. 

Sent  to  my  sj)irit  from  the  Infinite  ? 

1  will  not  call  thee  Death  ! 


HARY  HOWITI. 


Ultra  fubbcll 


Miss  Hu'jbell  is  the  (laughter  of  Rev.  Stephen  Hubbell.  Her  mother 
is  the  well-kuown  author  of  "Shady  Side."  She  was  regarded  as  a  young 
lady  of  great  intellectual  promise.  The  following  poem  was  written  on 
her  death-bed. 


DEATH. 

1  Say  where,  on  thy  slow  pinions,  tarriest  thou, 

0  soft,  celestial  breath, 

Sent  to  my  spirit  from  the  Infinite  ? 

1  will  not  call  thee  Death  ! 

2  On  my  white  couch,  all  day  I  wait  for  thee, 

And  through  the  dewy  night ; 
Has  He  commissioned  thee  to  wing  so  slow, 
And  calm,  thy  solemn  flight  ? 

3  In  velvet  fields,  I  know  the  lambkins  play. 

And  infant  violets  peep. 
Come  swiftly,  ere  my  almost  parted  heart 
Return  for  these  to  weep  ! 

4  While  still  and  pale,  I  fade  from  hour  to  hour, 

Eyes,  keeping  watch  like  stars. 
Make  earth  so  dear  that  still  my  spirit  rests 
Without  the  crystal  bars  I 

5  This  lower  sky  is  gloriously  fair  ; 

1  am  not  tired  of  earth  ! 
From  otlier  spheres,  I  shall  look  love  to  thee, 

Land  of  my  mortal  birth  ! 
G  But  I  have  caught  a  vision  of  the  palms 

Around  the  Mount  of  God  : 
That  mvstic  tree,  whost;  branches  .show  the  wajT 

Which  Christ,  the  Saviour,  trod. 


MARY  UUBBELL. 


AN    OPEN    DOOR 

Rev.  xxi :  23. 
L.  M. 

1  A  light  streams  downward  from  the  sky. 

An  open  door  the  radiance  shows. 
Through  which  the  ransomed  spirits  fly. 
To  enter  bliss  no  mortal  knows. 

2  Girded  with  gladness  in  that  home. 

No  soul  its  sackcloth  ever  wears  ; 
No  sickness,  griefs,  or  fears,  can  come. 
No  burdened  heart  with  heavy  cares. 

3  A  tree  of  life,  with  pleasant  shade. 

Grows  in  that  upper  Paradise  ; 
Renewed  from  Eden's  early  glade. 
Its  various  fruit  each  want  supplies. 

4  There  flowers  of  grace  in  beauty  stand, 

AVith  fragrance  of  immortal  bloom  ; 
No  blighting  breath,  nor  icy  hand. 

Demands  their  sweetness  for  the  tomb. 

5  Sweet  sinless  home  !  my  spirit  longs 

To  mount  the  skies,  and  breathe  thine  air ; 
With  grateful  heart  to  join  the  songs. 
Whose  rolling  tide  flows  ceaseless  there ! 

MRS.    HINSDALE,   1865. 


MY   WELCOME    BEYOND. 

1  Who  will  greet  me  first  in  heaven, 

Wlien  that  blissful  realm  I  gain, 
When  the  hands  have  ceased  from  toiling 

And  the  heart  hath  ceased  from  pain  ; 
When  the  last  farewell  is  spoken, 

Severed  the  last  tender  tie. 
And  I  know  how  sweet,  how  .solemn, 

And  how  blest  it  is  to  die  ? 

2  As  my  barque  glides  o'er  the  waters 

Of  tiiat  cold  and  silent  stream. 
And  I  see  the  domes  of  temples 

In  the  distance  brightly  gleam — 
Temples  of  that  beauteous  city 

From  all  blight  and  sorrow  free, 
WIio  adown  its  golden  portals 

First  i^ill  haste  to  welcome  me  ? 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


3  Ah  !  whose  eyes  will  watch  my  coining 

Kioin  tliat  fair  mid  beauteous  shore  ? 
Wliosc  tlif  voice  I  lirst  siiali  listeu 

Tliat  sliail  teaeli  nie  Heavenly  lore? 
When  my  leet  shall  press  the  mystic 

Borders  of  that  better  land, — 
AVIiDse  faee  f^reet  my  wondi-rinji  vision, 

\\'!iose  shall  clasp  the  spirit  hand? 

4  AVlu)  will  greet  mt;  first  in  II(;aven? 

Oft  the  earnest  thought  will  rise, 
Musing  on  the  unknown  glories 

Of  that  home  beyond  the  skies  ; 
Wiio  will  l)o  my  Heavenly  mentor? 

AN'ill  it  be  some  seraph  l)right, — 
Or  an  ang<'l  from  the  countless 

Myriads  of  that  world  of  light? 

5  No,  not  these,  for  they  have  never 

DawiuHl  upon  my  mortal  view, — 
But  the  dear  ones  gone  before  us, — 

They,  the  loved,  the  fied,  the  true ; 
They  who  walked  with  us  life's  pathway, 

To  its  joys  and  griefs  were  given, 
They  who  loved  us  best  in  P^arth-land 

Be  the  first  to  greet  in  Heaven. 

ALICE  WELUKOTON. 

GUARDIAN    ANGELS 

1  With  us  in  our  wanderings, 

^\'ith  lis  when  we  rest ; 
Ever  waking  thoughts  most  holy. 
Purified  and  best. 

2  Roaming  wheresoe'er  we  may, 

O'er  the  sea  or  land  ; 
Ever  strengthened,  led  and  guided 
By  a  helping  hand. 

3  Ministering  angels  now 

Are  the  glorified  ; 
Heavenly  comforters  are  those 
^\'hom  we  say  have  died. 

4  Watchful  care  they  give  us  now, 

Tenderer  love  bestow  ; 
Drawing  nearer,  nearer  heaven, 
Helping  up  to  go. 


From  the 


MK8.    CABHII  L.    POHT. 

'DaUy  Monitor,"  apriiigfleld,  111.,  1882. 


girs.  jym  I'.rimt. 


Mrs.  Btsnt  wu8  l>i>rii  a*.  Huntington,  Huntington  C<i.,  Pa.,  August  1, 
1857,  and  died  Octolx-r  25,  1883,  Ix'ing  a  little  over  26  years  old  at  the 
tiint-of  her  death.  She  wa8  married  to  David  Brant,  in  thiH  city,  March 
17,  1877.  lielow  aru  reprwluced  some  hues  written  by  Mrs.  Bnuit,  during 
licr  last  iUneas. 

ONLY    WAITING. 
1  Only  waiting  for  the  Saviour, 
duly  waiting  for  His  call, 
To  tliat  hoiiu^  beyond  tlu'  river, 
.lust  beyond  the  golden  wall. 
Ilu-^ll,  Ik-  still,  thou  weary  spirit. 
Why  impatient  wilt  thou  be? 
For  beyond  the  shining  portal 
There  the  .Saviour  waits  for  thee. 


2  Only  waiting  for  the  Saviour, 

Oh  !   how  blesst^d  is  the  thought. 
Healing  every  pain  and  sorrow. 

Every  grief  tin;  world  has  wrought. 
Soon  you'll  be  with  Him  in  glory. 

Soon  His  loving  face  you  '11  see. 
At  His  feet  in  shining  brightness. 

Forever,  through  all  eternity. 

3  Only  waiting  for  the  Saviour, 

Waiting  for  a  crown  to  wear. 
Longing  for  a  robe  of  whiteness. 

And  the  angels'  song  to  share. 
Only  waiting  for  tin;  Saviour, 

He  who  sits  iijwn  the  throne, 
There  to  welcome  all  His  loved  ones 

To  that  bright  celestial  home. 

4  Only  waiting  for  the  Saviour, 

Restless  spirit,  why  not  wait? 
Soon  you'll  reach  that  home  in  glory. 

Pouter  through  the  golden  gate. 
There  to  see  in  sweet  rejoicing 

Angels  singing  'round  the  throne. 
Welcoming  each  coming  spirit 

To  that  bright  and  hapi)y  home. 

5  Only  waiting  for  the  Saviour, 

For  Him  who  died  to  set  us  free, 
On  the  cross  in  deepest  suffering. 

Died  to  save  both  you  and  me. 
Still  He  waits  and  watches  o'er  us. 

Tenderly  He  bids  us  come. 
There  to  be  with  Him  in  glory, 

In  that  bright  eternal  home. 

6  Only  waiting  for  the  Saviour, 

For  to  bear  my  soul  awaj% 
To  the  realms  of  endless  glory, 

To  that  land  more  fair  than  day. 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 

And  the  crystal  waters  gleam. 
Angels  bear  my  spirit  over 

To  that  Lome  so  like  a  dream, 

HK8.  DATID  BRANT. 
From  Springfield,  111.,  "State  Journal." 


OVER   THE    RIVER    IM    GOING. 

1  Over  the  river  I'm  going, 

Beyond  where  the  jjcarly  gates  stand. 
Over  the  cold  icy  billows, 

To  live  in  a  fair,  sunny  land. 
My  Father  has  built  me  a  mansion. 

And  filled  it  with  treasures  of  gold. 
Yes,  over  the  river  I'm  going, 

To  where  there  are  pleasures  untold. 

Chorus — To  where  there  are  jileasures  untold, 
^  To  where  there  are  pleasures  untold; 

Yes,  over  the  river  I'm  going. 
To  where  there  are  pleiwsures  untold. 


WA  Y  OF  SALVATION. 


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2  Over  the  river  I'm  ijoiiiw ; 

Oil !  seek  not  lo  draw  me  aside  ! 
See,  for  the  boatiium  is  waitiii;^ 

To  terry  me  over  tlie  tiile. 
My  Saviour  is  tiiere  to  reeeive  me. 

And  siiield  me  from  sutlVrin;,'  and  cold  ; 
Yes,  over  the  river  I'm  ;(oin;;. 

To  wlicre  tliero  are  j)ieasures  untold. 

MI.VNIK  WATCaa. 


A    MIDNIGHT   CAROL. 

1  Was  it  aiiijels  that  I  heard  ? 
Through  the  darkness  cold  and  gray, 
Singing  soft  and  far  away, 
Singing  nearer  and  more  near, 
Tender,  sweet  and  heavenly  clear, 
In  the  silence  of  the  night," 

As  a  white-winged  chorus  might, 
Till  my  heart  within  was  stirred — 
Was  it  angels  that  I  heard  ? 

2  Was  it  angels  that  I  heard  ? 
Even  so  they  sang  and  spoke 
To  the  'mazed  siiepherd  folk 
On  the  hart!  moor  'mid  the  snow 
In  the  India  lon"f  a"0  ; 

Songs  ot  peace,  of  love  to  men, 
Of  the  Habe  of  lU-thlehem, 
Sweeter  song  than  song  of  bird  ; 
AVas  it  angels  that  I  heard  ? 

3  Was  it  angels  that  I  heard  ? 
They,  His  messengers  all  fair, 
Chant  His  praises  everywhere, 
Sweetly  chant  and  never  tire; 
AVhoso  joins  the  lovely  choir. 
Echoing  back  their  song  again, 
Doeth  angel  work  for  men  ; 


Si)  I  hold  (she  still  averred) 
if  was  angels  that  I  heard  ! 


srsAN  cooLitHir. 
From  tho  "Chrbtiau  UuioD,"  188L 


THE    ROYAL   BRIDEGROOM. 

Behold,  the  Royal  Rridegroom, 

Ilath  called  me  for  His  Hride  ! 
I  joyfidly  make  re.idy    (Kev.  .\ix.   7.) 

And  liasten  to  His  side. 
lie  is  a  Royal  Hridegroom, 

But  I  am  very  poor. 
Of  low  estate  He  chose  me, 

To  show  His  love  the  n>orc: 
For  He  hath  purchased  for  me 

Such  goixlly,  rich  array  — 
Oh  I  surely,  never  Hridegroom 

Gave  gifts  like  His  away. 


2  When  first  upon  the  mountains, 

I,  in  llle  vale  below, 
iJelitId  Ilini  waiting  for  me, 

Jlcanl  His  command  to  go  ; 
I,  |)oorest  in  the  valley, 

(Jh  !  liow  could  I  i)rei)aro 
To  meet  His  royal  presence? 

How  coulil  I  make  me  fair? 

3  Ah  !  in  His  love  He  sent  mo 

A  garment  clean  and  white,   (Rev.  xix,  8.) 
And  j)romisetl  broidered  raiment, 

All  glorious  in  His  sight  ; 
And  then  He  gave  me  glim|)ses 

Of  the  jewels  for  my  hair.   (2  Tim.  iv.  K.) 
And  the  ornament  most  jirecious  (1  Pet.  iii.  4,) 

For  His  chosen  bride  to  wear. 


1,J 


4  First  in  my  tears  I  washed  me, 

They  could  not  mak<;  uw  clean  ; 
A  fountain  then  He  show«'d  me,   (Zech. 

Strange  until  then  unseen. 
So  close  I'd  lived  beside  it 

For  many  weary  years. 
Yet  passing  by  the  fountain, 

Had  bathed  me  in  my  tears. 

0  love,  O  grace,  that  showed  it  I   (Rom.  iii.  1.) 
Revealed  its  cleansing  power. 

How  couhl  I  choose  but  hasten 
To  meet  Him  from  that  hour. 

5  He  sent  His  Ouide  to  guide  me. 

He  knew  how  blind,  how  frail 
The  children  of  the  valley  — 

He  knew  my  love  would  fail. 
He  knew  the  mists  above  nu; 

Would  hide  Him  from  my  si<'ht. 
And  I.  in  darkness  grojiing," 

A\  ould  wander  from  the  ri'dit. 

1  know  that  I  must  follow 

Slow,  when  I  fain  would  soar. 
That  step  by  stej)  thus  upward, 
^ly  Guide  nmst  go  before. 

C  Cleave  close,  clear  (Juide,  and  lead  me, 

I  cannot  go  aright 
Thnmgh  all  that  dost  l)oset  me. 

Keep,  keep  nie  close  in  sight! 
'Tis  l)ut  a  little  longer; 

^Iithinks  the  end  I  .see, 
Oh  I  matchless  love  and  mercy, 

1  he  IJridigroom  waii.s  for  nie; 
Waits,  to  present  ni<-  faultl<-sH, 

Before  His  Father's  throne. 
His  conieliness  my  beauty,   (I'hil.  iii.   21.) 

His  righteousness  mv  'i^\\u, 

■  >i«   ■    B.  •iiirt.KT. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


Slinnit  g.  lalrkm's 


HTmns  aud  pocma  ipcak  for  themsclrca.  Rut  it  ia  alwsjrs  pleaiant  to 
r«;iir<l  wonU  of  aiirrcciution  aiid  CDniniciidiitioii  coiiceriiiiig  one  »o 
giftod  ill  wing  ttud  8u  trustful  and  liu|i|>y  iu  her  Christian  life.  The 
death  of  thin  sweet  singer  occurred  at  her  home  in  Painesville,  O.,  Oct, 
30,  1885,  after  years  of  sutTeriug,  patiently  aud  sweetly  borne.  Her  pas- 
tor, RcT.  Cle<i.  R.  Merrill,  says  of  her:—  "Set  apart,  at  thu  age  of  twelve, 
to  a  welluigh  hopeless  invalidism,  she  bo  used  books  aud  friends  and 
nature  that  few  gratluates  of  the  schools  were  her  erjuals  in  the  range 
ar.d  accuracy  of  her  knowledge.  Her  Christian  life  was  exc|uisitcly  uaU 
ural  in  it«  unfolding,  beginning  with  her  own  consciousness  of  hfe  itself, 
and  the  sense  of  what  she  owed  her  Lord  impelled  her  to  strongest 
efforts  to  make  the  most  of  herself,  to  cultivate  and  U8<!  her  gifts,  and 
to  make  everything  that  belonged  to  Him  her  special  care." 


HIS    DWELLING-PLACE. 

1  O  Cliri.st,  my  Master  and  my  King, 

How  can  such  wonder  be, 
Tliat  Tliou,  the  Lord  of  all  the  earth, 
Should.st  make  Thy  home  with  me  ! 

2  That  not  alone  in  moments  rare 

Wlicn  faith  is  strong  and  free, 
And  love  has  but  to  reach  her  hand 

To  feel  it  clasped  by  thee  ; 
But  day  by  day,  tlirough  vexing  cares, 

Through  weak  distrust  and  sin. 
Thou  dost  not  leave  the  humblest  heart 

When  Thou  hast  entered  in  ! 

3  If  such  Thy  word,  O  Friend  divine, 

And  Thou  dost  love  so  well, 
IIow  must  I  haste  to  furnish  forth 

Tlic  house  where  Thou  dost  dwell ! 
IIow  must  I  strive  to  banish  self, 

And  worldly  sovereignty, 
That  Thy  strong  \nvv.  may  widen  out 

The  narrow  walls  for  Thee  ! 

4  And  daily  must  I  guard  the  door, 

From  envy,  fret  and  strife. 
That  so  a  quiet  house  may  hold 

The  Prince  of  peace  and  life. 
And  if  no  shades  of  doubt  obscure 

The  skyward  windows  free. 
The  steadfast  light  of  heaven  shall  keep 

A  sunny  home  for  Thee. 

5  Oh  !  poor  and  low  the  vassal's  hut, 

Yi^  if  Thou  reigm^st  there. 
Bring  iu  the  riches  of  Thy  grace 
Aud  make  Thv  dwelling  fair  ! 

MINNIE  I).    BATKIIAM, 

Faiuesville,  O.  1884. 


VIA   CRUCIS.   VIA   LUCIS. 

"The  way  of  the  cross,  the  way  of  light." 

1  Via  crucis,  via  lucis — 

Words  of  peace,  and  words  of  j)ower ; 
Wiien  beneath  our  burdens  bending, 
When  some  cross-crowned  sti-ej)  ascending, 
Via  crncis,  via  lucis — 
Nerves  us  for  the  trial  liour. 


2  Via  cruci.s,  via  luci.s — 
Bind  this  motto  to  thy  heart; 

'.Mid  tliy  daily  cares  and  crosses, 
'Mid  tiiy  coiiliicts  and  thy  losses, 
Via  crucis,  via  lucis — 
Of  its  poison  robs  the  dart. 

3  Via  crucis,  via  lucis — 
Ransomed  ones  before  the  throne. 

Hear  we  not  Heaven's  arches  ringing 
With  the  song  ye  now  are  singing — 
Via  crucis,  via  lucis — 
Calvary's  IMartyr's  work  is  done. 
Calvary's  Victor  claims  His  own — 
Via  crucis,  via  lucis  ! 

HRS.  ANNIE  L.  AM0I1CB. 
In  New  York  Observer. 

THE    WOUNDS    OF   SIN. 

1  Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made ; 

Where  shall  the  sinner  lind  a  cure  ? 
In  vain,  alas,  is  nature's  aid. 

The  work  exceeds  all  nature's  power. 

2  Sin,  like  a  raging  fever,  reigns, 

With  fatal  strength,  in  every  part ; 
The  dire  contagion  fills  the  veins, 
And  spreads  its  poison  to  the  heart. 

3  And  can  no  sovereign  balm  be  found, 

And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh. 
To  ease  the  pain,  and  heal  the  wound, 
Ere  life  and  hope  forever  fly  ? 

4  There  is  a  great  Physician  near ; 

Look  up,  O  fainting  soul,  and  live; 
See,  iu  His  heavenly  smiles  appear 
Such  aid  as  nature  cannot  give. 

5  See,  in  the  Saviour's  dying  blood, 

Life,  health,  and  bliss  abundant  flow  ; 
'Tis  only  this  dear  sacred  flood 

Can  ease  thy  pain,  aud  heal  thj'  woe. 

ANNE  STEILX. 

MESSAGE   OF   SALVATION. 

(Tune,— " Pn«»  m«  iio(,  0 gentle Saviour,"i 

1  Unto  us  the  message  cometh 

Of  redeeming  love, 
Of  the  One  who  died  to  save  us, 
Pleading  still  above. 

Clio. — Freely,  freely, 

Jesus  died  for  all ; 
Who  can  sliij;ht  the  tender  mercy 
Of  His  loving  call  ? 

2  We'll  repeat  the  wondrous  story ; 

Though  the  hosts  of  sin 
Close  around  in  deitdly  conflict, 
Christ  is  sure  to  win. 

3  Still  the  patient  Saviour  calleth, 

O  rebellious  one  ! 
Can  you  yet  reject  His  mercy ! 
Think  what  He  has  done. 


fVA  Y  OF  SALVA TlOlf. 


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4  Hoar  tfMlay  the  invitation  : 
Come  to  Christ  and  live, 
And  tlie  hliss  of  full  salvation 
He  to  you  will  give. 

LANTA   WIUmN  KMITII. 
My  ih;i-.  DuYiil  C.  Cuuk. 

PRECIOUS   BLOOD. 

(Tune,—"  Urbanr,"  171  A,  In  HaTfrgol'a  "  P»almodjr.") 

1  Precious,  precious  blootl  of  Jesus, 

Shed  on  Calvary, 
Shed  for  rebels,  sheil  for  sinners, 
Shed  for  me  ! 

2  Precious  blood  that  hath  redeemed  us, 

All  the  price  is  pai<l ! 
Perfect  pardon  now  is  offered, 
Peace  is  made. 

3  Precious,  precious  blood  of  Jesus, 

Let  it  make  thee  whole. 
Let  it  flow  in  mijrhty  cleansing 
O'er  thy  soul. 

4  Though  thy  sins  are  red  like  crimson, 

Dt'ep  in  scarlet  glow, 
Jesus'  ])recious  bloo<l  can  make  them 
White  as  snow, 

5  Now  the  holiest  with  boldness 

We  may  enter  in. 
For  the  open  fountain  cleaiistth 
From  all  sin  ! 
C   Precious  blood  I  by  tliis  we  concjuer 
lu  the  fiercest  tight ; 
Siu  and  Satan  overcoming 
By  its  might. 

rHAN'rCS  BI'DI.RT  HATKROAJ* 

?Prs.  I  3. 1  nhQumu    . 

Reaidfd  f.ir  iiittny  jiars  in  Clinton.  Inwu,  ami  Ktill  rtipuiLi  it  u  her 
home,  since  Iht  Klored  dead  lie  burird  there.  For  thirty  ynui  |«iit 
•he  hM  niiiknl  with  tlm  Utt  American  hymn-wriU'n  and  iK,et«.  At 
present  she  is  doing  editorial  work  in  Chica«<),  and  duhiiK  her  (our yew*' 
raidcucu  in  that  city,  has  written  chicBy  in  prose.    (1885.) 

THE   OPEN    GATE.' 

1  "  There  is  a  gate  that  stjinds  ajar  ; " 
lieyond  it  Ziou's  mansions  are, 

And  everlasting  peace. 
Within  that  clime  tlu'  pure  abide, 
Rejoicing  at  the  Saviour's  side, 

And  anthems  never  cea.se. 

2  That  gate  is  now  ajar  for  mo, 
lieyond.  my  blessetl  homo  I  see. 

And  never-oea.sing  rest. 
For  me  th(>  Lord  of  (ilory  died. 
That  I  might  cross  the  purple  tide. 

And  stantl  a  welcome  ixuesU 


3  "  That  gate  ajar  "  will  open  wiile, 
'i'hat  darkly  surging  sea  divide, 

When  life's  last  hour  is  past. 
My  eagt-r  feet  shall  press  the  simI, 
liy  all  the  ransomed  millions  tro^l, 

And  stantl  entire  at  last. 

4  That  welcome  hour  is  ha.otmg  on, 
My  moments  here  will  soon  be  gone. 

And  earth's  last  conflict  won. 
riieii  at  the  entrance  of  that  gate 
My  Lord,  in  glory,  .shall  await, 

And  greet  His  ransomed  one. 

Miw.  r.  A.  r.  WnOD-WUITI. 
I>oc  13,  187S. 

ps.  (B.  3.  Milson. 

nw«arl7  home  of  Hra.  Wilson  was  in  Washington,  D.  C.  fllnoelMr 
marriace  to  E.  A.  Wilson,  the  chief  founder  of  the  Third  Prrsliytrrlao 
Church.  Springfield.  III.,  and  editor  of  "Tlic  Ijiborof  U.re,"  and  "Fo<xl 
(or  the  Liunlia,"  her  home  has  been  in  that  city.  Of  a  reiuarkahly  sweet 
and  retiring  manner,  she  has  written  mure  extensirely  than  the  puhUo 
■re  aware  of,  her  pro<luctlnns  harlug  usually  appeared  aiionymoualy. 
Her  Terse  Is  noted  for  perfect  rhythm,  smooth  and  dowing  measure, 
with  sputimrut  crer  expreisiTe  of  deep  piety  and  thorough  ouusecrstiuo. 
UoT  maiden  name  was  Cynthia  Corwin  Hannon. 

THORNS. 

1  Thorns  pierced  a  holier  than  thou, — 

Not  for  His  sins,  but  thine. 
Did  cruel  soldiers  for  His  brow 
The  sharp,  mock  crown  entwine. 

2  He  bore  alone  the  bitter  pain. 

Not  sootheil  by  love  as  thou  ; 
That  we  a  portion  fair  might  gain, 
And  strength  for  trials  now. 

3  When  sharper  thorns  in  coming  daj's 

C;iuse  tlu'c  like  Paul  to  pray, 

"  Sullicient  for  thee  is  my  grace," 

May  Christ  thy  .Saviour  say. 

mm.  K.  A.  WfiAnn. 
Hpriufflcld.  UL.  18801 


OH  I   'TIS   GLORY    IN    MY   SOUL. 

1  To  Thy  cross,  dear  Christ.  I'm  clinging. 

All  my  refuge  and  my  plea  ; 
M.itchh  >s  is  Thy  loving  kindness. 
Else  it  hail  not  stoop'd  to  me. 

2  Long  my  heart  hath  Iieard  tlie  calling, 

15ut  I  thrust  aside  Thy  grace  ; 
Yet,  ()  l>ou!idless  condescension, 
Love  is  shining  from  Thy  face. 

3  Ix)vo  oterii.al,  light  eternal, 

Close  me  .safely,  sweetly  in  ; 

Saviour,  let  Thy  balm  of  iiealing 

Ever  keep  me  free  fnmi  sin. 


Byprr    S.-1  lo  mn*lc  »>t  IV.  .f   .1    1: 
*Gcms  of  rrmisr.**  |4j),lish(.l  by  J>> 


J    II  .,0. 


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WVMAN  /AT  SACJi£D  SONG. 


THY  NAME  ALONE  CAN  SAVE. 

**  For  thuro  U  none  other  uame  under  heaven  given  among  men, 
whuri'by  wo  must  bu  saved."— Acts  ir:  12. 

1  Tlicre  is  a  iiaiiu-  divinely  sweet, 

Tliat  melts  tlie  lieurt  to  love, 
And  wakfs  the  Iiijihest  note  of  praise 

From  an^el  choirs  above; 
It  <:uides  the  mouriiiiisf  wanderer  home  ; 

It  calms  the  trouhled  wa\e  ; 
In  all  the  realms  heneath  the  skies, 
No  other  name  can  save. 
CiiOKUS. — Dear  Saviour,  Thine  the  precious  name 
That  melts  the  heart  to  love, 
And  wakes  the  hijjhest  note  of  praise 
From  angel  choirs  above. 

2  That  name  devotion's  flame  inspires 

In  every  >:rateful  breast ; 
'And  thi-onu;h  its  all-prevailing  power 

We  hope  and  look  for  rest ; 
It  brings  us  near  the  throne  of  grace, 

IJy  faith  and  earnest  prayer  ; 
It  brings  to  every  waiting  soul 

A  Father's  blessing  there. 
•  3  The  saints  redeemed,  with  one  accord, 

The  name  in  glory  sing ; 
And  o'er  the  radiant  fields  of  light. 

Their  loud  hosannas  ring  ; 
Eternal  Father,  Source  of  Lijrlit ! 

Inspire  our  grateful  lays  ; 
And  teach  our  hearts  in  nobler  strains 

That  blessed  name  to  praise. 

MRS.    F.   J.    VAN   AI.STYKE. 

From  "  Pure  Gold,"  by  per.  Biglow  &.  Main. 
CopsTighttd  1871. 

WONDROUS    LOVE- 

"God  so  loved  the  world."— John  iii:  16. 

1  God  loved  the  world  of  sinners  lost 

And  ruined  by  the  fall ; 
Salvation  full,  at  highest  cost, 
lie  offers  free  to  all. 
CiiOKLS. — Oh  1  'twas  love,  'twas  wondrous  love! 
The  love  of  God  to  nie  ; 
It  brought  my  Saviour  from  above. 
To  die  on  Calvary. 

2  P7en  now  by  faith  I  claim  Ilim  mine, 

The  risen  Son  of  (>od  ; 
Redemption  by  His  death  I  find, 
And  cleansing  through  the  blood. 

3  Love  brings  the  glorious  fulness  in. 

And  to  Mis  .saints  makes  known 
The  blessed  rest  front  inbred  sin. 
Through  faith  in  Christ  alone. 

4  Believing  souls,  rejoicing  go  ; 

There  shall  to  you  be  given 
A  glorious  foretaste,  here  below, 
Of  eudles.s  life  in  heaven. 


5  Of  victory  now  o'er  Satan's  power 
Lt!t  all  the  ransomc-d  sing. 
And  triumph  in  the  dying  hour 

Through  Christ  the  Lord  our  King. 

MRS.   M.   STOCKTON. 

Set  to  music  by  W.  G.  Fiacher. 


THE   GATE    AJAR    FOR    ME. 

"The  galea  of  it  Rhall  not  be  nhut  at  all  by  day:    for  there  shall  be 
no  night  there."— Rev.  xxi  :  25. 

1  There  im  a  gate  that  stands  ajar. 

And  through  its  j)ortals  gleaming, 
A  radiance  from  the  Cross  afar. 
The  Saviour's  love  revealing. 
Refrain. — O,  depth  of  mercy !  can  it  be 
That  gate  was  left  ajar  for  me  ? 
For  me,  for  me? 
Was  left  ajar  for  me  ? 

2  That  gate  ajar  stands  free  for  all 

Who  seek  through  it  salvation  ; 
The  rich  and  j)oor,  the  great  and  small, 
Of  every  tribe  and  nation. 

3  Press  onward  then,  though  foes  may  frown, 

While  mercy's  gate  is  open  ; 
Accept  the  cross,  and  win  the  crown. 
Love's  everlasting  token. 

4  Beyond  the  river's  brink  we'll  lay 

The  cross  that  here  is  given. 
And  bear  the  crown  of  life  away, 
And  love  Him  more  in  Leaven. 

MRS.    LVDIA   BAXTER. 

From  "Hallowed  Songs,"  published  by  Philip  Phillipa. 
Copyright,  1871,  used  by  per.  Biglow  &  Main. 

THERE    IS    LIFE    FOR    A    LOOK. 

"Look  unto  Me  and  be  ye  saved,  all  the  ends  of  the  earth."— Isa.  xiv:  22. 

1  There  is  life  for  a  look  at  the  Crucified  One, 

There  is  life  at  this  moment  for  thee  ; 
Then  look,  sinner,  look  unto  Him  and  be  saved. 
Unto  Him  who  was  nailed  to  the  tree. 
Ref. — Look  !  look  !  look  and  live  ! 

There  is  life  for  a  look  at  the  Crucified  One, 
There  is  life  at  this  moment  for  thee. 

2  Oh  !  why  was  He  there  as  the  bearer  of  sin, 

If  on  Jesus  thy  guilt  was  not  laid  ? 
Oh!  why  from  His  side  fiowed  the  sin-cleansing  blood, 
If  His  dying  thy  debt  has  not  paid  ? 
8  It  is  not  thy  tears  of  repentance  and  prayers. 
But  the  i)l()()d  that  atones  for  the  soul  ; 
On  Him,  then,  who  .shed  it.  thou  mayest  at  once 
Thy  weight  of  iniquities  roll. 
4  Then  doubt  not  tliy  welcome,  since  God  has  declared 
There  remaineth  no  more  to  be  done  ; 
That  once  in  the  end  of  the  world  He  ai)peared, 
And  conipleted  the  work  He  begun. 


TV  A  Y  OF  SAL  VA  TION. 


IHI 


T)  Tlion  take  with  rojoicinj;  from  Jesus  at  once 
Tlic  lif«'  cvfrlastini;  lie  ;;ivc.s  ; 
And  know  witli  assuiancc  tlioii  lU'VtT  canst  dii! 
Since  Jesus,  thy  righteousness,  lives. 

AMRLIA   M.   lll-LI.. 
Sut  t<>  uiulo  by  Rvr.  £.  G.  Tkylnr. 

THE   WANDERER    NO    MORE   WILL    ROAM, 

1  Tlie  wanderer  no  nionf  will  roam. 
The  lost  oiu^  to  the  fold  hath  conie, 
Tlie'jirodi^al  is  wcl<'oinc(l  home — 

O  Lamb  of  (Jod,  in  Thee  ! 

2  Thonjjh  clothed  with  shame,  by  sin  defiled, 
The  Father  hath  embraced  His  child, 
And  I  am  |>ardone(l,  reconciled, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  in  Thee  I 

3  It  is  the  Father's  joy  to  bless, 
llis  love  provides  for  me  a  dress, 
A  robe  of  spoth'ss  righteousness, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  in  Thee  ! 

4  Now  shall  my  famished  soul  be  fed, 
A  feast  of  love  for  me  is  spread, 

I  feed  upon  the  children's  bread, 
O  Lamb  of  (J(m1,  in  ThPe  ! 

5  Yea,  in  the  fulness  of  His  grace, 
He  put  me  in  the  children's  place, 
AVhere  I  may  ga/.e  upon  His  face, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  in  Thee ! 

6  I  cannot  half  His  love  express, 
Yet,  Lord,  with  joy  my  lips  confess 
This  blessed  portion  I  possess, 

O  Lamb  of  (iod,  in  Thee  ! 

7  And  when  I  in  Thy  likeness  shine, 
The  glory  and  the  praise  be  Thine, 
That  everlasting  joy  is  mine, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  in  Thee  ! 

MARY  JAMS   DICE,  1S<7. 

ROOM    FOR   THEE. 

"There  wa*  uo  ronui  fur  Uium  in  tho  inn."— Luke.  2 :  7. 
(Tuue,-0.  tf .  2 :  61 

1  Thou  didst  leave  Thy  throne,  and  Thy  kingly  crown. 

When  Thou  camest  to  eartli  for  n>e  ; 
liut  in  Uethlehem's  home  there  was  found  no  room, 
For  Thy  holy  nativity. 
Clio. — Oh  I  come  to  my  heart.  Lord  Jesus! 

There  is  room  in  my  heart  for  Thee. 

Oh  I    come  to  my  heart,  I^ord  Jesus,  come  ! 

Then^  in  loom  in  my  heart  for  Thee. 

2  Hcav'n's  arches  rang  when  the  angels  sang 

Of  Tliy  birth,  aixl  Thy  royal  «lecree ; 
But  in  lowly  birth  di<Ist  Thou  come  to  earth, 
And  in  greatest  humility. 

3  Foxes  found  their  rest,  and  the  birds  had  their  nest^. 

In  the  shaile  of  the  c«'dar  tree  ; 
But  Thy  couch  w;us  the  8o»l,  O  Thou  Sou  of  God, 
In  the  descrtti  of  Galilee. 


4  Thou  camest,  O  Lord,  with  Thy  living  wonl, 

That  shoidd  set  Thy  people  Iri-c; 
IJut  wiih  mocking  and  si-orn  and  with  crown  of  thorn, 
Dill  they  bear  Thee  to  Calvary. 

5  Heaven's  arches  shall  ring,  ami  \U  choirs  shall  sing, 

At  Thy  coming  to  victory. 
Thou  wilt  <'all  me  home,  saying  "yet  there  is  ro<jm," 
There  is  roouj  at  My  side  for  thee. 

KMM.Y  H.   ICLI.IOT. 
Bet  to  muilc  by  Irm.  U.  Htuiliejr, 

SANS   CHRIST. 

'  Vnui  Ctlez  cu  ce  temiio-lt  uii«  Chrlit.' 
Kiili.  (I.  1'.'. 

1  Que  ferais-je  sans  Toi,  Sauveur  plcin  de  cleniensc  ? 
Far  ton  sang  precieux  a  grand  prix  rachete, 

Tes  nierites  parl'aits  scjiit  ma  richesse  inunenso 
Mon  espoir  jwur  le  tem|>s  et  pour  I'eternite. 

2  i\ni\  ferais-je  sans  Lui  ?  Les  tresors  dc  ce  mo«lo 
Ne  sont  rien  a  nies  yeux,  aupres  de  .Jesns-Christ : 
Mais  plus  il  verse  en  moi  sa  paix  pun-  it  profonde. 
Plus  je  vondiais  en  vous  voir  les  fruits  de  I'Ksprit. 

3  Pounpioi  vivre  sans  Lui?  Tout  pres  de  vous  il  passe, 
II  n'attend  (pi'un  soupir  pour  vous  prendre  en  k«'8  hra«; 
Attendra-t-il  toujonrs?  II  vent  vous  faire  grm-e. .. . 
Et  vous,  pauvre  egare,  ne  le  voulez-vous  pxs  ? 

4  QiK-  ferez-vous  sans  Lui  I   Dans  sa  bonte  8Uj)reme 
II  s'est  olfert  pour  vous,  sa  force  est  votre  aj)pui  ; 
N'avez-vous  j>as  besoin  d'un  Sauveur  (pii  vous  aime, 
Et  (pii  vous  aimera  demain  comme  anjounl'hui  ? 

5  (^ue  ferez-vous  sans  Lui  dans  I'amere  detresse, 
Quand  uu  brouillard  epais  voilera  \v  ehemin, 

S'il  vous  faut  porter  seul  le  poids  <pii  vous  a|>prc8sc, 
Et  n'avoir  pas  un  guitle  a  cjui  donner  la  main  ? 

6  Vivre  encore  sans  Lui,  ce  serait  impossible. 

Si  vous  .saviez  (|uels  fers  vous  tiennent  attache. 
Si  vos  yeux  dessilles  voyaient  le  mal  terrible 
(^ui  vous  mene  u  la  mort,  salaire  du  jK-che. 

7  (^ue  ferez-vous  sans  Lui,  lorstpfunc  main  gl.aceo 
Vous  poussera  trcmblant  vers  rabime  iuconuu  ? 
Quelle  voix  dira:  '  La  mort  est  t<Trassee, 

Et  tu  senis  vaincjueur,  par  mon  bnis  soutenu*  ? 

8  Que  ferez-vous  sans  Lui,  quand  ie  souvcrain  Juge 
C^ui  sait  tout,  (|ui  voit  tout,  ijui  ne  fait  point  d'erreur. 
Qui  vous  avait  en  vain  ofTert  un  si'ir  refuge, 
Sondera  les  dcrniers  replis  de  votre  eieur  ? 

9  (^ui'  ferez-vous  sans  Lui,  (]uand,  la  porte  fennee, 
Vous  vous  consumerez  en  steriles  efforl.s, 

Du  celeste  banijuet  la  lumiere  embaunu'-c 
Arrivant  jus(|u'a  vous  dans  la  iiuit  du  dehors  ? 

10  Mais  avec  Lui,  mon  frere.  avec  Lui,  r'est  la  vie  I 
C'est  tout  ce  <pi"il  nous  mainpie  et  tout  ce  iju'il  nous 

faut  : 
C'est  le  Hot  d<  borbant  il'iine  joic  infinie, 
Paix  parfaite  ici-iias.  iHudicurparfait  liihaul  ! 

11  Que  ferais-tu  s;ins  Lui?   Pounpioi  rester  reU-lIe 
yV  la  voix  ipii  t'invit**  et  le  dit :  '  Viens  \\  mm'  ? 
Ta  pauvre  ume  a  lM-*ioin  de  re  Sauveur  fidele, 
Et  Lui,  gniie  inefTable,  il  a  I»  '    *  •!  I 

rH«^  U«VKBil*L. 

Tr«n«UU-l  hy  \l  ir  Th<^.l<«tv 


182 


WOMAN  IN  SACr.FD  SONG. 


OUT    IN    THE    WILDERNESS. 

1  I  onop  \v;is  lrf:i(liii<;,  woarily,  alone, 

A  friiilitl'iil  wiMcriirss.     'I'lic  starless  iii<;lit 

lliihj^  roiiiid  iiu-  like  tiie  hlackiiess  of  a  pall. 

I  heard  tlie  fearful  cry  of  evil  beasts; 

I  saw  al  intervals  the  liiihtninjr  play — 

A  fiery  snake  that  lijihled  up  the  dark — 

Above  an  en<lless  pit  that  yawned  for  me. 

I  callecl  on  names  beloved  :   the  lonesouut  wood 

Sent  back  my  cry.     A  wail  was  on  the  wind, 

And  phantoms  strange  seemed  beckoning  mo  below. 

2  Wliere,  then,  was   He  whose  name  the  demons  fear? 
1  could  not  find  my  Lord.     A  storm  arose — 

A  storm  which  shook  the  earth  beneath  my  feet, 
And  rent  in  twain  the  old  gigantic  trees  ; 
And  on  the  howling  wind  there  seemed  to  ride 
The  fiendish  forms  that  mock  and  taunt  and  sneer : 
None  else  replied.  Where,  then,  was  Christ,  the  Lord? 
Was  lie  no  more,  that  hell  kept  carnival  ? 
I  called  aloud,  "  I  trust,  tiiough  Thou  dost  slay: 
Siiiue  on  my  path,  O  Bright  and  Morning  Star !  " 

3  Mv  feet  beside  the  i)it  began  to  slide  ; 
When,  from  above,  a  hand,  a  powerful  hand, 
Held  me,  and  drew  me  back,  and  led  me  on. 
Above  the  wilderness  there  broke  a  light,— 
A  clear  soft  dawning,  as  of  dewy  day  ; 

A  light  like  to  the  smile  of  one  beloved, 

Who  loves  us  without  stint.     Then  music  fell : 

Was  it  the  flutings  of  the  greenwood  birds, 

Or  half-cauglit  hymnings  sliding  down  from  heaven  ? 

And  still  the  heart  of  love  and  arm  of  strength 

Bear  me  along  the  bri<jhteuin<r  wilderness. 

URANIA  LOCKE  BAILEY. 

SUBSTITUTION. 

"He  was  wouiiJcd  for  our  traasgressioiis  "—Isaiah  liii :  v. 

1  O  Christ,  what  burdens  bowed  Thy  head  ! 

Our  load  was  laid  on  Thee ; 
Thou  stoodest  in  the  sinner's  stead, 

Didst  bear  all  ill  for  me. 
A  Victim  led.  Thy  blood  was  shed ; 

Now  there's  no  load  for  me. 

2  Death  and  the  curse  were  in  our  cup — 

O  Christ,  t'  was  full  for  Thee  ! 
But  Thou  hast  drained  the  last  dark  drop — 

'Tis  empty  now  for  me. 
That  bitter  cuj) — love  drank  it  up ; 

Xow  blessings'  draught  for  me. 

3  Jehovah  lifted  up  His  rod — 

O  Christ,  it  fell  on  Thee ! 
Thou  wast  sore  stricken  of  Thy  God  ; 

There's  not  one  stroke  for  me. 
Thy  tears.  Thy  blood,  beneath  it  flowed ; 

'Ihy  bruising  healeth  me. 

4  The  tempest's  .awful  voice  was  heard — 

O  Christ,  it  broke  on  Thee  ! 
Thy  open  bosom  was  my  ward. 

It  braved  the  storm  for  me. 
Thy  form  was  scarred.  Thy  visage  marred; 

Isow  cloudless  peace  for  me. 


.'">  Jehovah  bade  His  sword  awake — 

()  (  lirist,  it  w<)k(!  'gainst  'J'hee  ! 
Thy  l)l()od  the  lianiing  blade  nuist  slake; 

Thy  heart  its  sheath  must  be — 
All  for  my  sake,  my  peace  to  make  , 

Now  sleeps  that  sword  for  me. 
6  For  me.  Lord  Jesus,  Thou  liast  died. 

And  I  have  died  in  Thee  ; 
Thou'rt  risen  :  my  bands  are  all  untied, 

And  now  Thou  liv'st  in  me. 
When  j)nrilied,  made  white,  and  tried, 

Thy  Glory  then  for  me  ! 

MAItV   A.   R.    COrSIK. 

Set  to  music  by  Ira  1).  Sanlcvy. 

OVER   THE    LINE. 

"Let  him  come  unto  me."— John  vii;  37. 

1  Oh  !   tender  and  sweet  was  the  Master's  voice 

As  He  lovingly  called  to  me, 
"  Come  over  the  line,  it  is  only  a  step — 
I  am  waiting,  my  child,  for  thee." 

2  But  my  sins  are  many,  my  faith  is  small, 

I>o  !   the  answer  came  (juiek  and  clear  ; 
"  Thou  needest  not  trust  to  thyself  at  all. 
Step  over  the  line,  I  am  here." 

3  But  my  flesh  ie  weak,  I  tearfull}-  said. 

And  the  way  I  cannot  see  ; 
I  fear  if  I  try  I  may  sadly  fail. 
And  thus  may  dishonor  Thee. 

4  Ah  !  the  world  is  cold,  and  I  cannot  go  back. 

Press  forward  I  surely  must ; 
I  will  place  my  hand  in  His  wounded  palm, 
Stej)  over  the  line  and  trust. 

Copyright.  1878,  by  Biglov  &  Maiu.  mk.s.  y.  k.  Bradford. 

Used  by  per.  Set  to  music  by  Edward  H.  Pbelps. 

OUTSIDE    THE   GATE. 

1  I  stood  outside  the  gate, 

A  poor  way-faring  child  ; 
Within  my  heart  there  beat 

A  temi)est,  loud  and  wild. 
A  fear  oppress'd  my  soni. 

That  I  might  be  too  late  ; 
And,  Oh  !  I  trend)led  sore. 

And  pray'd  outside  the  gate. 

2  "  Mercy  !  "  I  loudly  cried  ; 

"  Oh  I  give  me  rest  from  sin  !  " 
*'  I  will."  a  voice  replied  ; 

And  Mercy  let  me  in. 
She  bound  my  bleeding  wounds ; 

She  soothed  my  aching  liead ; 
She  eased  my  burden'd  soul. 

And  bore  the  load  instead. 

3  In  Mercy's  guise,  I  knew 

The  Saviour  long  abused  ; 
Who  often  sought  my  heart, 

And  v.e])t  when  I  refused. 
Oh  !   what  a  blest  return 

For  ignorance  and  sin  ! 

I  stood  outside  the  gate. 

And  J«.>sus  let  me  in  ! 

jniEPUiKF.  roixARV. 
Set  to  music  by  A.  B.  Everett,  in  "8oiigs  of  Ciladneaa." 


HM  Y  OF  SALVATION. 


183 


SANCTUM    SANCTORUM. 

1  All  days  are  j^nat  Atonement  days  ; 

All  nu'ii  who  c'oniu  and  liun>l)ly  lirinj;. 

As  incense  witli  their  oll'c  riiii; 
Of  broken  hearts,  true  prayer  and  praise, 
Are  priests  on  (jod's  Atonement  days. 

2  Their  souls  art;  sanctuaries  where. 

Close  curtained  from  the  worltl  of  sin, 
The  covering  eheruhs  brood  within, 

IMaking,  amid  earth's  deserts  bare, 

Holiest  of  holies  everywhere. 

3  The  Spirit-lighted  mercy-seat 

To  every  alien's  foot  is  free, 
Whate'er  his  (ientile  life  may  be. 

If  he  but  bring  oblations  meet 

To  lay  before  that  mercy-seat. 

4  lie  does  not  need  the  priestly  dress, 

The  breastplate  wrought  of  precious  stone, 
Ilrim  or  Thummin — Christ  alone 
In  His  su|)reme,  wliite  righteousness. 
Robes  him  as  with  the  high  priest's  dress. 

5  He  does  not  need  to  bear  at  all 

Tlie  invsti("  blood  of  sacrifice 
Witiiin  his  iiand  as  proffered  prire. 

Before  the  absorbing  peace  shall  fall  ; 

One  Lamb's,  was  sprinkled  once  for  all ! 

6  Each  day  may  be  a  sacred  day, 

And  every  spot  a  holiest  place, 

Wiiere  Cluist  doth  manifest  His  grace  ; 

Each  day  wherein  men  trust,  obey, 

And  love,  is  au  Atouement  day  I 

MAKUAKET  J.    PRXaTOX. 

WHY    DO    YOU    BRING   OBLATIONS? 

Isaiah  1. 

1  Why  do  yon  bring  oblations  vain, 

Instead  of  heartfelt  praise  ? 
My  soul  abliors  your  l)uIlo(ks  slain. 
Your  fasts  and  Sabbath  days. 

2  Ye  tread  my  courts  in  solemn  state, 

And  keej)  returning  moons  ; 
These  empty  baubles  all,  I  hate. 
And  formal  prayers  and  runes. 

3  Ye  spread  your  hamls  :  but  well  I  see 

That  they  are  full  of  blood  ; 
Make  good  the  tree  and  then  to  Me 
The  fruitage  shall  be  goml. 

JKNST   B.  BKArrHAMP. 
DoiiU^D,  TexM,  Fib.,  1SS3. 

completl:  in  him. 

1    y\y  sold  complete  in  .Tosus  stands  ! 
It  fears  no  more  the  law's  demands  ; 
The  smile  of  (lo<l  is  sweet  within, 
Wliere  all  before  was  Kuilt  and  sin. 


2  My  soul  at  rest  in  Jesus  lives  ; 
Accepts  the  peace  His  pardon  gives; 
RrcciveH  the  grace  Hi.s  dcatli  ^<■eured, 
And  pKatls  tin-  angui>h  He  endured. 

3  ^ly  soul  its  every  foe  <lefies. 

And  cries — 'Tis  (io<l  that  justifies  I 
Wlio  eiiarges  (ifMl's  elect  w  ith  sin  ? 
Shall  Christ,  who  died  their  jKiuce  to  win  ? 

4  A  song  of  praise  my  soul  shall  sing, 
To  our  eternal,  glorious  King  I 
Shall  wnrshii>  humbly  at  His  feet. 
In  whom  alone  it  stamls  complete. 

MIUI.  U.   W.    IIINIIOALK,   18SS. 


THE   ONE   NAME 

1  There  is  one  name  that  I  would  traco 

In  richest  gold  and  rarest  gems. 
Round  which  in  forms  of  truest  grace 

Wdulil  wreathe  earth's  grandest  <liadems; 
One  name,  to  which  in  humlde  awe 

And  grateful  homage  I  would  bow, 
Offering  as  due  sacrifice. 

Adoring  love's  most  solemn  vow  ; 
One  name,  to  which  my  soul  would  raise 

The  incense  of  perpetual  praise. 

2  There  is  one  name  that  I  would  speak 

With  reverential,  tender  tone; 
One  name  that  I  would  ever  seek 

In  all  its  richness  to  make  known;  • 

One  name  to  which  I  long  to  see 

Earth's  every  dweller  reverent  kneel; 
One  name,  whose  praise  I  fain  would  hear 

Rise  in  one  full,  triumphant  peal  ; 
One  name,  than  all  sweet  names  more  sweet, 

Whose  praises  angels  oft  repeat, 

3  That  name  is  Jesus !  Hear,  my  soul. 

With  reverent  awe,  that  s.acred  name. 
To  make  thee  of  life's  sickness  whole, 

Jesus  to  earth  once  kindly  came  ; 
For  thee  He  lived  a  suffering  life. 

Of  hatred,  scorn,  neglect  and  bl.ame  ; 
For  thee  He  bore  the  tempter's  strife, 

For  thee  the  keenest  jviin  and  shame; 
For  thee,  for  all,  the  Saviour  died, 

The  Son  of  God  wxs  crueitie<l. 

4  Rlest  name,  the  ph'dge  of  love  untold. 

Of  pardon,  pe:»r(;  Hnd  jiurity. 
The  only  title  we  can  hold 

Or  plead  as  wnd  security. 
Rest  for  the  weary,  joy  for  those 

With  grief  or  weariness  oppressed, 
Hnjic's  anelior,  haven  of  re|M><ie, 

Through  it  life's  ills  an-  all  rcdress^xl. 
Through  it  our  nee<l.s  are  all  supplie<l. 

And  Gotl  is  fully  t>a(islie<l. 


isi 


IVOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


.")  Jesus  I  lot  those  who  (l:lro  deride, 

L<t  tliost!  who  will.  >ci)ffaii(l  reject, 
My  soul  in  Tlicc  will  still  fonlidc, 

Shall  still  hclicvc  Thou  wilt  protect; 
Still  will  I  call  Thee  Son  of  God, 

Kedoenitr,  Intercessor,  Friend, 
Still  seek  for  pardon  throu-fh  Thy  Wood, 

My  hope's  l)eginnin<f  and  its  end. 
And  if  I  perish,  it  shall  he 

Trusting,  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  in  Thee. 

ANOIE   PULLER. 

Savauua,  111.,  1883. 

AT   THE    POOL   OF   BETHESDA. 

1  He  lay  at  the  pool  of  Bethesda ; — 

How  weary  and  long  were  the  years! 
How  sick  was  his  heart  with  the  waiting! 
How  dim  were  his  eyes  with  the  tears! 

2  For  many  had  pressed  in  hefore  him 

To  prove  the  great  miracles'  truth, 
And  up  from  the  fountain  of  healing 
Had  come  with  the  freshness  of  youth. 

3  The  sick  and  the  hlind  were  around  him, 

The  halt  and  the  jialsicd  were  there; 
And  in  the  dusk  shadow  at  night-fall 
His  patience  grew  well-nigh  despair. 

4  Thus  year  after  year  circled  slowly  ; 

In  vain,  as  he  lay  on  his  bed. 
At  the  sound  of  the  down-rushing  angel, 
He  stretched  out  his  hand  to  be  led. 

5  The  light  of  a  Sabbath  broke  o'er  him, 

,         Still  waiting  'inong  withered  and  lame  ; 
And  mixed  with  the  breath  of  the  moniing 
The  scent  of  the  sacrifice  came. 

6  And  weei)ing  like  David  in  exile. 

He  murmured  the  psalm  of  complaint: 
"  I  cry  out  for  Thee,  O  .Jehovah ! 
For  courts  of  Thy  temple  I  faint !" 

7  Whose  eyes,  with  such  god-like  compassion, 

Looked  into  his  desolate  soul? 
AVho  was  it  that  bending   above  him 

Asked  gently,  "Will  thou  be  made  whole  ?" 

8  How  divine  was  the  face  in  its  beauty  ! 

How  tender  and  loving  and  sad  ! 
Surprised  at  the  sweet  words  of  pity, 
lie  answered,  half  doubting,  half  glad. 

9  He  told  how,  with  no  friend  or  helper. 

He  had  watched  for  the  time  of  God's  power, 
But  ever  thrust  back  in  his  weakness. 
He  had  waiteil  in  vain  the  good  hour. 

10  "Arise!   take  thy  bed!"   said  the  Master; 

His  will  o'er  his  limbs  had  control, 
He  felt  the  new  blood  coursing  through  him, 
He  knew  he  was  instantly  wiiole. 

11  lie  rose  up,  he  walked,  and  he  carried 

The  couch  of  his  wi-akness  and  pain  ! 
He  wi'Ut  out  with  joy  and  thanksgiving 
And  prayed  in  God's  tcmjilc  again. 


12  O  thou  who  art  still  by  Bothosda, 
A  longing  and  impotent  sotd. 
Look  up!   Over  thee  He  is  bending 

And  asking,  "Wilt  thou  be  ina<le  whole  ?" 

UBANIA  LOCKB  BAILBT. 

MARY    OF    MAGDALA. 

"  Peace,"  she  cried,  "O  wild  unrest. 

Growing  madness  in  my  breast ! 

Oh  !  to  be  a  flower  and  greet. 

Pure  and  white,  the  morning  sweet! 

Oh  !  to  be  a  sparrow  small 

Nesting  in  the  temple  wall ! 

Oh !   to  be  a  babe  again, 

Dying  thus  without  a  stain  ! 

Then  another  voice  began  : 

"  Lo  !  there  comes  a  wondrous  man 

Into  Bethany  to-<lay; 

lie  might  charm  thy  pain  away. 

He  has  power  to  raise  the  dead ; 

He  forgiveth  sin,  'tis  said ; 

And  liis  pity  is  divine 

For  repentings  such  as  thine." 

"  Doth  he  come  ?"  she  cried,  "  'twas  He 

Sent  the  legioned  fiends  from  me  ! 

Then  did  my  remorse  begin  ; 

Then  I  knew  how  vile  is  sin. 

So  I  watch  beside  the  door. 

Waiting  for  Him  evermore ; 

Longing  still  to  hear  His  feet 

Pass  along  the  crowded  street. 

Oh !  to  see  the  look  of  grace 

Lighting  that  majestic  face ! 

Oh  !  to  hear  that  tender  voice 

Bidding  heavy  hearts  rejoice ! 

Purer  than  the  child  new-born, 

Yet  no  sinner  hath  His  scorn ; 

I  will  go  my  Lord  to  meet, — 

Kneel  beside  his  sacred  feet. 

In  this  casket,  frail  and  fair. 

Is  a  perfume,  costly,  rare, 

Souls  of  plants  from  foreign  soil, 

Precious  as  the  fragrant  oil, 

Which,  forbidden  to  the  Jews, 

Holy  priests  alone  may  use. 

I  will  crush  the  fragile  thing. 

And  anoint  my  Priest  and  King. 

Prostrate  at  His  feet  I'll  stay. 

Weeping  all  my  heart  away. 

Till  my  Lord  shall  say  to  me 

'  All  hath  been  for<dven  thee  !  '  " 


UNA  LOCKE  BAILST. 


I'LL   GO. 


1   Why  perish  with  cold  and  with  hunger? 
'I'liere's  plenty  for  all  and  to  s])are 
In  the  beautiful  home  of  my  Father, 
And  welcome  awaiting  me  there. 


WA  Y  OF  SA  L  VA  TION. 


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Cno. —  Come,  come,  wanderer  come ! 

There's  plenty  for  tlu-e  in  thy  Father's  home, 
Come,  come,  all  ye  who  roam !  [homo. 

There's  welcome  and  love  in  your  Father's 

2  I'll  go  and  I'll  say  to  my  Father, 

I'vi?  sinned  aj^ainst  heaven  and  Thee; 
I'm  not  worthy  a  place  'moni^  Thy  children, 
Thy  servant  I  gladly  wonld  be. — Cuo. 

3  My  Fatlur  is  waiting  to  greet  mo 

With  ti'nder  and  loving  caress  ; 
He  will  see  me  afar,  and  will  meet  me, 

Forgive,  and  restore  me,  and  bless. — Cno. 

MI8M  H.   A.   IIAKER.18S0. 
Set  to  Murio  by  Dr.  H.  R  Palmcb, 
•ud  luod  by  penoiMiou. 


(Cfrdia  Jiabtrgal. 


glrs.  ^outlifn. 


tin.  Southey,  Mt  Caroline  Anno  Bowles,  only  chlldof  Captain  Charle* 
Bowles,  wu  bom  at  BucklaDil,  uoar  Lyiuiui;ton,  Haui|)abirc,  iu  17S7. 
When  youug  sholtwt  hcrparvuts,  and  for  mauy  yean  she  led  a  retired 
lito.  She  imblishcd  iKX'tical  and  prose  works  at  first  without  her  name. 
Uer  "Chapters  on  Cburchj-arils,"  iu  "Blackwood's  Magazine, 'bruuiibt  her 
mure  promiueutly  before  the  public  as  one  of  the  ([ifted  writers  of  the 
periixL  In  1 SX*  she  iiurTi.d  Kobert  Southoy.  the  |>oet.  ilo  hud  written 
more  than  twilre  huudri'd  letters  to  her  upon  literary  and  othi-r  subjects. 
On  his  death,  in  1813,  GoTonuneut  gsre  her  •  pension  of  £200  a  year. 
She  died  In  ISM. 


CALVARY. 

1  Love,  love  divine,  I  sing; 

Oh  !  for  a  seraph's  lyre  ; 
Bathed  in  Siloa's  stream. 

And  touched  by  living  fire. 
Lofty,  pure,  the  strain  should  be, 
When  I  sing  of  Calvary. 

2  Love,  Love  on  earth  appears! 

The  wretchetl  throng  His  way; 
He  beareth  all  their  griefs, 

And  wipes  their  tears  away. 
Soft  and  sweet  the  strain  should  be, 
Saviour,  when  I  sing  of  Thee. 

3  He  saw  me  as  He  passed. 

In  hopeless  sorrow  lie, 
Condemned  and  doomed  to  death. 
And  no  .salvation  nigh. 
Long  and  loud  the  strain  should  be, 
Wheji  I  sing  His  love  to  me. 
•I       "  I  die  for  thee,"  He  sai<l — 
Behold  the  cross  arise  ! 
And  lol   He  bows  llis  head — 
He  bows  His  head,  and  dies  ! 
Soft,  my  harp,  thy  breathings  be. 
Let  me  weep  on  Calvary. 
5       He  lives  !  again  He  lives  ! 

I  hear  the  voice  of  love — 
\\v  comes  to  soothe  my  fe.ars, 
And  ilraw  my  soul  alM)vc. 
.loyful  now  tin-  strain  should  be 
When  I  sing  of  Calvary. 

■RS   anuTBKV.  18S0. 


Before  the  author  of  the  following  was  married  (recently)  to  Her  F. 
Bickcrtoii  Grant,  she  reitarked  iua  letU-r  to  her  aunt:  -  "Although  I  am 
ab<iutu  I  change  my  name.  I  shall  sllll  retain  my  Ilarergal  nature,  and 
oiutliMie  to  write  under  the  n<im  </<■  plume  at  Cecelia  I  laTiTiptl"  Hot 
Kaldeuco  Is  now  in  Lauuiugton,  where  her  husband  has  a  charKc.    18M. 

SELF. 

1  Self  is  struggling,  wrestling,  heaving. 

Longing  for  the  ma.stery ; 
Never  ceasing,  ever  rushing 
Forward  into  misery  I 

2  Cords  of  iron  cannot  bind  it. 

So  unruly  is  its  strength  ; 
Silvery  gentle  love  must  tame  it. 
And  its  pinions  clasjt  at  length  ! 

3  Every  turning  in  life's  palhwav 

Self  hatii  some  bright  fiiigir-post ; 
Some  grand  artilice  discovered, 
Some  new  plan  of  which  to  boast. 

4  Who  can  from  this  Self  deliver? 

Only  Jesus  Christ  the  Lord. 
Cast  this  Self  on  Ilini — who  never 
Faileth  them  that  trust  His  word. 

5  Self  sings  always  in  the  minor, 

Wailing  with  discordant  woe; 
Hut  who  looks  from  Self  to  .Tesu.s, 
Kieh,  bright  melodies  shall  know  ! 

6  Saviour,  help  us  in  those  moments 

When  the  light  is  fierce  within  ; 
Draw  us  uj)  from  Self  to  Heaven 
Till  Thy  name  glad  victory  win! 

ritrii.rA  iiavkkoau 
Oakhampton,  England,  lOSik 

THE   SAVIOUR'S   CROSS. 

1  A  glorious  cross  He  bore, 
Though  grievous  made  by  sin  : 

The  liuml)le,  willing,  eager  Lord, 
To  .see  His  subjects  all  restored, 

By  love  each  heart  to  win. 
Came  down  to  earth  a  Sacrifice, — 
How  wondrous,  bouiidle.s.s,  was  the  price. 

What  could  we  ask  for  more  ? 

2  The  sins  of  thine  were  Iain 
Thereon,  for  Him  to  bear! 

How  patiently  the  gentle  feet 
Pursued  the  way,  the  end  to  meet ; 

How  scorneil  His  eyes  the  glare 
Of  worldly  goo<l  on  either  side. 
His  .Spirit  fi.ved,  whate'er  betirle. 

Beyond  all  transient  pain. 

3  Oh  !  let  us  imitate 

The  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 
Nor  turn  our  feet  from  narrow  path, 
Remembering  'lis  He-  only  hath 

Bid  us  that  way  to  find. 
Witli  souls  intent  on  scenes  afar. 
Let  naught  besides  tin;  vision  mar ; 

So  nears  the  holy  gate  ! 

Mlm  I  A.  nnrrnKtMi. 
WeatTllle,  Mew  llavin.  Uoiua .  UO. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


fr:intts  W\i\m  ^'tillnltbcr. 


cfJ 


Nearly  pTerj'bwly  liaa  read  the  "Widow  Ucdott  Pajiera,"  but  few  who 
enjoyed  tlivir  ruUickiiiK  humor  knew  or  fancied  tliat  the  author  was  a 
lady  uf  deep  |iiety  aiid  shriukiuK  mudesty,  who  preferred  a  ror)'  different 
style  iif  coujpositiou. 

Fraucus  Aliriaiu  Berry  wa»  horn  at  Whitestown,  Oneida  County,  N.  Y., 
Nor.'in'ier  1.  1811.  Sb:j  married,  January  G.  1847,  BL'iijamin  William 
Whitclier,  Epiocnjial  minister  ui  tluit  place.  The  following  spring  they 
removed  to  Klmira.  tilie  died  of  consumption,  January  4,  1832,  Her 
minor  writings  have  never,  1  believe,  beeu  collected.  In  the  summer  of 
18468hebec:ime  a  regular  contributor  to  Neal's  "Saturday  Gazette"  and  in 
tliat  p«|>er  or  in  the  "Gospel  Messenger"  her  hymnsappcared.— Prof .  F.  U. 
Bird,  of  Lehigh  Uoiversity,  in  "Independent." 


THE    LITANY. 

1  Saviour  !     Tliou  who  dost  deliver 

Tliost!  tliat  trust  Thy  glorious  name, 
Yfstcrdav,  to-<lay,  forever, 
Still  unchangeably  the  same. 

2  Israel's  Shepherd  !  seek  and  find  me  ; 

Lead  me  in  the  narrow  way  ; 
To  Thy  cross  in  mercy  bind  me, 
Nevermore  from  Thee  to  stray. 

3  By  Thy  holy  incarnation, 

By  Thy  painful  life  below, 
To  Th}'  earnest  supplication 
In  that  lonely  hour  of  woe : 

4  By  Thy  cross  and  bitter  passion. 

By  Tliy  pierced  and  bleeding  side, 
By  Thy  words  of  consolation 

To  the  thief  who  with  Thee  died ; 

5  By  Thy  truth,  that  cannot  vary, 

Draw  my  trembling  soul  to  Thee  ; 
Save  me,  O  Thou  Son  of  Mary  ; 
To  Thy  sheltering  arms  I  flee. 

6  Wake,  my  soul !  thou  idle  dreamer, 

Sinking  in  an  unknown  wave  ; 
Stretch  Thy  hand,  my  dear  Redeemer ; 
Save,  for  only  Thou  canst  save. 

MRS.    F.    M.   WHITCHER. 


The  following  is  of  the  saine  grave  and  lenten  character,  though  more 
siilijectivc.     It  w:u  written  "during  a  jwriod  of  suffering." 

AFFLICTION. 

1  Afflict  mo,  Father.     Let  Thy  heavy  rod 

Fall  on  my  sinful  head  ; 
I  would  not  shun  the  sufferings  of  my  God, 
Whose  blood  for  me  was  shed. 

2  Afllict  me,  Father.     I  will  take  the  cross 

Unmiirinuringly  and  still, 
Bv  Tliv  iiood  hflp,  and  bear  all  earthly- loss, 
"if  Iniay  do  Thy  will. 

3  Aye.  slay  inc.  Father,  and  I  will  not  fear 

The  coniing  of  Dtjith's  dart. 
If  I  may  .sec  the  Lord's  kind  angel  near, 
To  strengthen  my  weak  heart. 

MKU.    r.    M.    WUITOUKB. 


If  any  one  will  turn  from  thefie  poems  to  that  headed  "Can't  Calkilate," 
in  the  Bedott  Papers,  he  will  see  a  contrast  indeeiL  The  rich,  if  not 
very  refined  humor  of  that  book  seems  genuine  enough ;  but  this  isa  deeper 
and  more  real  strain.  So  far  from  iiosscjisiug  the  genial  turn  which  one 
expects  in  the  delineator  of  the  Elder  aud  the  Widow,  "she  was  of  a 
reserved  aud  retiring  disiKwition  and  timid  with  strangers  to  a  degree 
that  was  often  mistaken  for  liaughtiness  or  a  conscious  sense  of  suiKriority. 
Only  her  must  intimate  acquaintances  knew  her  loving  aud  unselfish 
nature."  "Jeremy  Tajlor's  'Holy  Living  and  Dying'  was  her  favorite  book 
and  her  constant  companion  during  her  hours  of  health,  as  well  as  in  the 
long,  weary  months  of  sickness  which  preceded  her  death."—  Prof.  Bird. 

THE    CROSS. 

1  How  mean  the  little  griefs  appear 

That  make  my  soul  complain ; 
IIow  foul  the  sins  that  placed  Him  there 
And  caused  His  dying  pain  ! 

2  O  Sacred  Cross  !  on  thee  impaled. 

Let  my  transgressions  die. 
And  where  my  Saviour's  feet  were  nailed 
May  I  forever  lie  ! 

3  Was  e'er  such  all-enduring  love, 

Unchanging,  wondrous,  free, 
As  that  which  drew  Thee  from  above 
To  save  a  wretch  like  me  ? 

4  Thrice  welcome  to  my  closing  eye 

The  opening  tomb  shall  be, 
If  from  the  grave  where  Thou  didst  lie 


I  may  but  rise  to  Thee  I 


MRS.   F.  M.  WnlTCHEB. 


(Mrs,  Whitcher's  theology  was  not  Calvinistic;  but  this  exception  is 
curiously  made.) 

FAITH    AND    TRUST. 

Oh  !  trust  His  word 
When  unseen  foes  assail.     There  was  an  hour 
Of  gloom  and  darkness,  when  the  fiend  had  power 

To  tempt  Thy  Lord. 

Lean  on  His  breast 
When  earthly  love  forsakes  thee,  and  the  charm 
Of  friendship  dies  away.     His  holy  arm 

Will  give  thee  rest. 

MRS.   F.   M.   WHITCUER. 

The  "Bedott  Papers"  must  have  represented  oue  side  of  her  nature. 
But.  to  judge  by  these  bjinns,  her  life  was  a  perpetual  Passion  Week  and 
her  constant  mental  attitude  ore  of  profoundly  sincere  and  sad  ado- 
ration before  the  Cross.  Whether  the  startiug-ixiint  lie  the  Church's 
services  and  teachings,  which  she  dearly  loved,  or  her  private  thoughts 
and  experiences,  her  burden  is  the  same.    Thus : 

SUBMISSION. 

Peace,  stubborn  will ! 
Peace,  restless  heart !  forget  thy  griefs  and  think 
Upon  the  bitter  cup  which  He  did  drink. 

Meekly  and  still. 

Thou  bearest  naught 
Of-  angui.'ih  that  thy  Saviour  did  not  know. 
He  suffered  all  thy  .sorrow,  save  the  woe    • 

Thy  sin  has  wrought. 

MRS.    r.    H.   WUITCUEB. 


}VA  Y  OF  SAL  VA  TION. 


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RESURRECTION. 

"Olife,  that  we  canuotloto  without  (o  many  dckths!  O  death,  which 
we  cannot  have  but  by  the  lo«  of  aoiiuuiy  llvuik"—  mau\mi!  ut'YUN. 


1  I  was  a  corn  of  wliiat 

That  fell  ill  tlit^  j^rouiid, 
Out  of  tlio  suiiliglit  sweet, 

Out  of  llie  sound 
Of  liuman  voices  and  the  song  of  birds ; 
Yet  in  the  damp  and  death  I  heard  the  words, 
Onco  spoken  in  the  dark,  and  now  more  j)lain, 

"  Ye  must  be  born  again." 

2  "  O  eartli,  earth,  liear,"  I  cried, 

"  The  voice  of  the  Lord ! 
Open   your  jirison  wide, 

Fulfill  His  word  ;  " 
T5ut  denser,  darker,  round  me  closed  the  earth ; 
It  was  a  day  of  death,  and  not  of  birth  ; 
And  crushing  human  feet  jiassed  o'er  the  sod 

That  shut  me  out  from  God. 

3  There  was  no  way,  no  choice. 

No  night,  no  day. 
No  knowledge,  no  device, 

Only  decay  ! 
Yet  at  my  heart  a  little  flickering  life 
Remembered  God  and  ceased  its  useless  strife  ; 
Remembered  the  command  it  could  not  keep, 

And  fell  asleep. 

4  When  life  began  to  dawn. 

The  song  of  a  lark. 
With  a  subtle  sense  of  morn. 

Fell  through  my  dark. 
And  tender  sounds  of  happy  growing  things, 
Or  the  soft  stirring  of  a  chrysalis'  wings. 
Thrilled  all  the  under-world,  sunless  and  dim, 

With  an  Easter  hynui ! 
a  Then  the  great  Sun  leaned  low 

And  kissed  the  sod. 
Ah  1  what  was  I,  to  know 

The  touch  of  God  ! 
The  dumb  earth  melted  at  His  voice,  and  I 
Stood  face  to  face  with  Him  beneath  His  sky. 
And  all  around,  within,  below,  above. 

Was  life  and  love, 

MART  A.   LATRBUnr. 
In  "Chri<tUn  Union."  1884. 


MY   SAVIOUR. 

1  I  am  not  skilled  to  understand 

Wiiat  God  hath  willed,  what  God  hath  planned  ; 
I  only  know  .it  His  riglit  hand 

Stands  One  who  is  my  Saviour. 

2  1  lake  God  at  His  word  and  deed  : 

"  Ciuist  died  to  save  me  " — this  I  read  ; 
And  in  my  heart  I  (ind  a  need 

Of  Him  to  be  my  Saviour. 


3  And  liad  tliere  been,  in  all  this  wide, 
Sad  world,  no  other  .soul  b<-si(U'. 
Hut  only  mine,  yet  He  h.ul  died — 

Tliat  H<;  might  be  its  Saviour. 

4  One  wouufled  spirit,  sore  o|)pre8sed. 
One  wearied  soul,  that  found  no  rest 
Until  it  fonn<l  it  on  the  breast 

Of  Him  who  was  his  Saviour. 

5  Then  had  He  left  His  P'ather's  throne, 
The  joy  untold,  the  love  unknown, 
And  for  that  soul  had  given  His  own. 

That  He  might  be  its  Saviour. 

6  And,  Oh  !   that  He  fulfilled  may  see 
The  travail  of  His  soul  in  me, 
And  with  His  work  contented  be, 

As  1  with  my  dear  Saviour ! 

7  Yes  !  living,  dying,  let  me  bring 

My  strengtii,  my  solace,  from  tliis  spring, 
That  He  who  lives  to  be  my  king, 
Once  died  to  be  mv  Saviour. 


OOBA  OBKBXinCU. 


SAVED    BY   THE    BLOOD. 


"The  blood  of  Christ  cleanaeth  us  from  all  ain  "     i  .Inhn  I :  tII. 

1  We're  saved  by  the  blood 

That  was  drawn  from  the  side 
Of  Jesus  our  Lord, 

AVlien  He  languished  and  died. 

Refrain. — Hallelujah  to  God, 

For  redeinplion  so  free  ; 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  to  Thee. 

2  Oh  :  yes,  't  is  the  blood 

Of  the  Lamb  that  was  slain  • 
He  conquered  the  grave. 
And  He  liveth  again. 

3  We're  s.ived  bv  the  blood, 

A\  e  are  sealed  by  its  power ; 
*Tis  life  to  the  soul. 

And  its  hope  every  hour. 

4  That  blood  is  a  fount 

Where  the  vilest  m.iy  go. 
And  wash  till  their  souls 
Shall  l)e  whiter  than  snow. 

5  We're  saved  bv  the  blood, 

Halleluj.ih  again  ; 
We're  saved  by  the  bhuM], 
Hallelujah,  Amen. 

rAXKT  t.  mndllT. 
Oopyrixhlcd.  187&.  to  "Brishtort  aud  B<aL'  by  |k.t    Hid'tw  fc  Main. 


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WOMAIf  IN  SACRED  SONG 


RIFTED   CLOUDS. 

1  Thcro  is  never  a  day  so  sunny 

IJut  a  little  flouil  appears  ; 
There  is  never  a  life  so  happy, 

But  haH  had  its  time  of  tears  : 
Yet  the  sun  shines  out  the  bri<rhtcr 

When  the  stormy  tempest  clears. 

2  There  is  never  a  c\\\>  so  ))leasant 

Unt  lias  bitter  with  the  sweet ; 
There  is  nevcsr  a  path  so  rugged, 

Bearing  not  the  print  of  feet ; 
But  we  have  a  Helper  furnished 

For  the  trials  we  may  meet. 

3  There  is  never  a  way  so  narrow 

But  the  entrance  is  made  straight ; 
There  is  always  a  guide  to  point  us 

To  the  "  little  wicket  gate." 
And  the  angels  will  be  nearest 

To  a  soul  that's  desolate. 

4  There  is  never  a  heart  so  haughty 

But  will  some  da}'  bow  and  kneel; 
There  is  never  a  heart  so  wounded 

That  the  Saviour  cannot  heal : 
There  is  many  a  lowly  forehead 

Bearing  now  the  hidden  seal. 

MA.RY  COLBY. 

Set  to  music  and  copyrighted  by  T.  C.  O'Kane. 


WHO    DIED   TO    SAVE    US   ALL. 

1  There  is  a  green  hill  far  away, 

Without  a  city  wall, 
Where  the  dear  Lord  was  crucified, 

Who  di(;d  to  save  us  all. 
We  may  not  know,  we  cannot  tell 

What  pains  lie  had  to  bear; 
But  we  believe  it  was  for  us 

He  hung  and  sutVered  there. 

2  He  died  that  we  might  be  forgiven, 

He  died  to  make  us  go(Kl, 
That  we  nught  go  at  last  to  heaven, 

Saved  by  His  precious  blocxl.  * 

There  was  no  other  good  enough 

To  pay  the  j)ri(;e  of  sin  ; 
He  only  could  unlock  the  gate 

Of  heaven,  and  let  us  in. 

3  Oh  I  dearly,  dearly  has  He  loved, 

And  we  nuist  love  Him  too, 
And  trust  in  His  redeeming  blood, 

And  try  His  works  to  do. 
For  there's  a  green  hill  far  away, 

Without  a  city  wall, 
Wlicre  the  dear  l^ord  was  crucified, 

Who  died  to  save  us  all. 

CECIL  FKANCEH  ALEXAMDCR. 


^m  lames. 


Maria  James  was  bom  In  Wales,  about  the  year  1795,  and  accompanied 
her  pareuts  to  tliiji  country  wbeu  seven  years  old,  and  settled  near  Clinton, 
N.  Y.  When  about  fifteen  years  of  age  she  w  rote  much  Terse  that  was 
called  good.  Her  taste  for  intellectual  enjoyments  did  not  interfere  with 
her  love  for  the  domestic  duties  of  life;  while  occupied  in  her  daily  house 
work  she  composed  her  best  poems,  though  weeks  frequently  elapsed 
before  she  had  time  to  commit  them  to  paper.  Most  i.f  tliem  were  col- 
lectedand  imblisUcd  in  book  form  called:  "Wales  and  other  Poems,"  in 
1839.  with  an  able  introduction  by  Dr  Potter,  who  says:— "Some  of  these 
pieces  breathe  the  true  spirit  of  poetry,  none  will  question  that  they 
breathe  a  yet  nobler  spirit,  that  of  true  piety."  Maria  James  is  a  strik- 
ing illustratiou  of  the  fact  that  true  gcuius,  refinement  and  real  worth, 
are  often  found  in  stations  where  least  expected.  Her  family  belonged 
to  the  humble  poor,  pious  and  industrious, 

GOOD    FRIDAY. 

1  The  scene  is  fresh  before  us, 

When  Jesus  drained  the  cup, 
As  new  the  day  comes  o'er  us. 
When  He  was  ofler'd  uj) : 

2  The  veil  in  sunder  rending, 

The  types  and  shadows  flee, 
While  heaven  and  earth  are  bending 
Their  gaze  on  Calvary. 

3  Should  mortals  dare  in  numbers. 

Where  angels  trembling  stand  ? 
Or  wake  the  harp  that  slumbers 
In  flaming  seraph's  hand  ? 

4  Then  tell  the  wondrous  story 

Where  rolls  salvation's  wave, 
And  give  Him  all  the  glorj*, 
W^lio  came  the  lost  to  save. 

MARH  JAMES. 
New  York,  IMa 

EASTER-TIDE. 

1  'Tis  the  Resurrection  Morning, 

Lo  !  within  the  glad  sjiring  skies 
See,  the  amber  light  is  breaking  ; 

And  tlie  night's  grim  shadow  flies ! 
List !  a  thousand  birds  are  singing 

'Cross  the  hills  and  meads  away, 
And  a  thousand  leaves  are  bursting 

From  their  darkness  into  day. 

2  T'is  tlie  Resurrection  Morning  I 

Bridal  buds  of  jjurest  white 
'Neath  the  touch  of  dainty  fingers 

With  a  fringe  of  green  unite  ; 
Blooms  of  ev'ry  tint  and  fashion, 

Odors  wondrous  sweet  and  rare. 
Drifted  like  a  cloud  of  perfume, 

Grace  earth's  Easter  everywhere. 

3  'T  is  the  Resurrection  Morning  ! 

All  the  choirs  for  miles  away 
Shall  awake,  and  tune  their  voices, 

As  they  chant  their  strains  to-tlay  : 
All  the  bells  shall  tell  the  story 

In  this  sacred  theme  agreed. — 
"  Praise  to  God !     To  God  the  glory  ! 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  indee<l ! " 


EASTER. 


189 


'T  is  the  Rosnrrpction  Morninj^ ! 

Jlay  our  souls  tlic  wliitnicss  wear 
Like  uuto  tiic  Easter  lilies, 

Pure  and  guileless,  clean  ami  fair! 
May  we  learn  their  siin]>le  lesson, 

They  who  toil  not,  neither  si)in, 
This  :  to  be  content  with  living, 

If  our  hearts  are  pure  within. 
'Tis  the  Ilc^surrection  Morning! 

Peace  is  in  the  open  sky, 
Peace  is  in  the  bells'  sweet  murmur, 

Peace  is  in  the  wind's  low  sigh, 
Peace  is  in  the  creamy  lilies  ; — 

Why  may  we  not  also  say 
Peace  hath  its  contented  biding 

In  our  liearts,  this  Kaster  day  ? 
'Tis  the  Resurrection  Morning! 

Lo !  all  nature  wakes  to  sing  ! 
Ev'ry  holt  and  haugh  is  ringing 

With  the  music  of   the  sjjring  ; 
And  the  burden  of  their  rhythm 

As  it  echoes  miles  away. 
Smites  thi;  ear  with  touching  sweetness  ; 

"  Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day  !  " 


IDA  SCOTT  TAYLOR. 

JacluoQTiUe,  lU.,  1883. 


GOD    LIVETH    EVER. 

God  liveth  ever ! 
Wherefore,  soul,  (h-spair  thou  never  ! 
Our  (Jod  is  good:  in  ev'ry  place 

His  love  is  known.  His  help  is  found  ; 
His  mighty  arm  and  tender  grace 

IJring  good  from  ills  that  hem  us  round. 
Easier  than  we  think,  can  He 
Turn  to  joy  our  agony. 
Soul,  remember  'mid  thy  pains, 
God  o'er  all  forever  reigns  ! 

God  live  til  ever  ! 
Wherefore,  soul,  despair  thou  never  ! 
Scarce  canst  thou  bear  thy  cross  ?     Then  fly 

To  Him  where  only  rest  is  sweet. 
Thy  Goil  is  great ;   His  mercy  nigh, 

His  strength  upholds  the  tottering  feet. 
Trust  Hinu  for  His  grace  is  sure, 
Ever  doth  His  truth  endure. 
Soul,  forget  not  in  thy  pains, 


God  o'er  all  forever  reigns  ! 


CATUBRINS  VINKWORTB. 


CHRIST'S    INTERCESSION. 

Heb.  Til :  25. 

1   He  lives  !   the  great  Redeemer  lives  ! 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 
And  now,  U-fore  His  Father,  Go<l, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  His  blinxl. 


2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice  armed  wiili  frowns  ap|M-ari> ; 
Hut  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles  and  all  is  peace. 

3  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  jKiwer, 
Let  this  dear  hope  n)ti\  the  dart. 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  His  heart. 

4  Great  Advocate,  Almighty  Friend  ! 
On  Him  our  humble  Iiojks  dej)end ; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail. 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 

AN»K  RBIUL 

ALL    HAIL.    THOU    ARISEN  I 

(Tuno.— "PorlKj/fj*  Bymn,  or  Xyuiij.") 

All  hail.  Thou  Arisen  I     Our  Saviour  and  King! 

With  glad  hearts  and  voices  Thy  jtraises  we  sing. 

I)ispelle<l  is  death's  darkness  I    The  tomb  is  unseale<l. 

And  Thou,  in  Thy  glory  immortal,  revealed  ! 

Hosanna  I   hosanna  I   the  music  prolong. 

Our  Lord  is  triumphant  I    this  theme  be  our  song. 

No  longer  by  terror  ami  anguish  assailed. 

O'er  death  and  destruction  Thy  jtower  hutli  prevailed! 

Ye  trees  of  the  forest,  His  jjraises  declare ! 

Ye  waves  of  the  ocean,  ye   breezes  of  air  1 

Ye  birds  of  the  woodland,   exultantly  sing ; 

To  Him  yield  your  fragrance,  ye  blossoms  of  sjiring! 

Oh!  who  would  not  bless    Him,  and  worshijiful  IkihI 

To-day  in  His  temple,  our    Fatlur  and  Friend. 

Whose  gifts  of  compassion,    of  jumfort,  and  love, 

Our  risen  Redeemer  hath    brought  from  alwve  ! 

Hosanna!  hosanna!  be  unto  the  Lonl! 

All  worship  and  honor  to  Thee  we  acconl. 

Whili;  blossoms  and  verdure  are  seeking  Thy  shrine, 

We  praise  and  adore  Thee,  O,  Father  Divine  ! 

MAKV  C.  WEOaTKR. 
Hucky  HIU,  Conn..  1881 

HE    IS    RISENI 

1  Waken!  waken  early  !     Christians! 

'Tis  the  day  when  Christ  arose  ! 
See !  the  FLast  with  radiant  Ixauty, 
At  its  bless'd  dawning  glows  ! 

2  Wake  .and  hasten  to  His  temple! 

There  your  glad.some  .strains  unite  ! 
Let  His  praise,  th'  a.scende<l  Saviour, 
Your  rejoicing  lieart.s  delight  ! 

3  Hark  !  the  choirs  of  holy  angels 

In  sweet  notes   His  weh'ome  tell  ! 
"  Hail  I  Thou  King  of  glory  !  victor 
Over  sin  and  <leath  and  hell !  " 

4  Sec !  they  throng  the  walls  of  jas|)or ! 

See  !   the  j>e.irly  gates  nnfi>ld, 
An<l  our  risen,  exalt<><l  Saviour 

Walks  once  more  the  streets  of  gold  I 


lyo 


WOMAN  IN  SACKED  SONO. 


5  Shall  our  faith  with  eyelids  drooi)ing, 

K'tT  uifiiiii  relax  her  gaze  ? 
Sbiill  our  voice  in  soiiy  melodious, 
Ever  ce:ise  His  name  to  praise? 

6  Nay  !  with  faith  and  hope  triumphant, 

We  will  walk  x\n'.   patli  He  trod, 
With  our  eyes  fixed  on  tlur  mansions 
Wiiere  He  dwelletii  now  with  God — 

7  Trust  iu''  in  the  flowiii"  fountain 

Of  our  Surety's  dying  love. 
Till  at  length,  in  His  good  pleasure, 
We,  like  Him,  shall  soar  above. 

SUUIE    V.   ALDRICB. 
BoBtou,  1882. 

THE    RESURRECTION    OF    CHRIST. 

1  Jesus,  the  friend  of  human  kind, 

Witli  strong  compassion  mov'd, 
Descended,  like  a  pitying  God, 
To  save  the  souls  He  lov'd. 

2  The  powers  of  darkness  leagued  in  vain 

To  bind  His  soul  in  death; 
He  shook  the  kingdom  when  He  fell, 
With  His  expiring  breath. 

3  Not  long  the  toils  of  hell  could  keep 

The  llope  of  Judah's  line  ; 
Corruption  never  could  take  hold 
On  augiit  so  much  Divine. 

4  And  now  His  concjuering  chariot-wheels 

Ascend  the  lofty  skies, 
While  broke  beneath  His  powerful  cross 
Death's  iron  sceptre  lies. 

5  Exalted  high  at  God's  right  hand, 

And  Lord  of  all  below, 
Througli  Him  is  pardoning  love  dispens'd 
Aiui  boundless  blessings  flow. 

MAS.   BA&BAULD. 

EASTER    LILIES. 

1  The  pure  and  holy  lilies 

Attend  their  Lord  ahvay  ; 
The  Easter-lilies  praise  Him, 
They  "  of  the  valley  "  pray. 

2  Red-lilies  speak  His  passion. 

Field-lilies  breathe  His  love, 
And  Water-lilies  image 

His  peace  in  heaven  above. 

3  Weave  in  the  glorious  blossoms 

To  deck  the  Easter  tide, 
An  offering  fit  and  spotless, 
By  Jesus  sanctified  ! 

4  And  when  in  bliss  we  see  Him, — 

The  gates  of  life  thrown  wide, — 
The  Angel  of  the  Lily 
Shall  lead  us  to  His  side. 

LOi;iS\  PARSONS    IIOrKINS. 

from  "Breath  of  Fitlil  ftinl  Short!." 


DAYBREAK. 

1  Lo  !  the  mists  are  fleeing ! 

Shine,  O  Olivet, 
For  the  Crown  of  promise 
On  thy  brow  is  set. 

2  Lift  your  heads,  ye  mountains! 

Clap  your  hands,  ye  hills  ! 
Into  ra])turous  singing 

Break,  ye  nmrmuring  rills! 

3  Shout  aloud,  O  forests  ! 

Swell  the  song,  O  seas ! 
Wake,  resistless  ocean, 
All  your  symphonies  ! 

3  Wave  your  palms,  O  tropics ! 

Lonely  isles  rejoice ! 
O  ye  silent  deserts. 
Find  a  choral  voice  ! 

4  Winds,  on  mighty  trumpets. 

Blow  the  strains  abroad, 
While  each  star  in  heaven 
Hails  its  risen  Lord  ! 


JULIA  C.   R.  DOBK. 
Rutland,  Vt.,  1884. 


AN    EASTER    OFFERING. 

{T\xac.—"  Olivet.") 

Father,  in  heaven  above. 
Great  Source  of  light  and  love. 

Hear  Thou  my  prayer  ! 
Oh  !  mark  these  weary  eyes. 
Hear  Thou  these  anguished  cries, 
Wrung  from  a  heart  which  lies 

Crushed  in  despair. 

Wild  billows  overwhelm, — 
Careless  of  chart  or  helm 

My  frail  bark  speeds  ; 
Low  in  each  blast  I  bend, 
While  storms  of  sorrow  trend  ; 

0  Lord,  their  wrath  forefeud. 

Help  Thou  my  needs. 

Where  now  each  promise.  Lord, 
Made  in  Thy  Holy  Word 

Faithful  and  sure  ? 
No  "  bruised  reed  to  break," 
No  "  smoking  flax  to  slake," 
Or  "  rigjiteous  man  forsake," 

His  "  seed  "  secure. 

Framer  of  righteous  laws, 
Here  let  me  ])lea<l  my  cause. 
See,  I..or(l,  I  come. 

1  strive  with  tearful  moan. 
With  sighs  and  bitter  groan, 
Making  my  sorrows  known — 

Words  I  have  none. 


EAUTER. 


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5  I  wait,  Lord,  patiently. 
To  move  Tliee  In  my  cry 

Some  help  to  J^ive. 
Restore  my  liiitli  in  Tiiee  ; 
In  sweet  assiirunee  see 
Mercy  ami  hope  for  me, 

Bidiliny  lue  live. 

6  "What  if  the  world  shall  judge 
My  heart  hy  secret  grudge, 

Need  I  repine  ? 
Since  Thou  dost  un<lerstand 
Each  thought  in  silence  planned, 
Inciting  luart  and  hand 

To  actions  fine. 

7  And  should  some  dark  wrong  fall 
Around  me  like  a  pall,  , 

Let  me  not  yield 
Or  sink  in  blind  des|)air, 
Thou  wilt  my  way  prt-pare, — 
Remove  each  treacherous  snare, — 

My  strength  and  shield. 

8  As  my  petitions  rise, 
Dear  Lord,  do  not  despise 

Tii>ni,  meekly  given  ; 
As  Thou  dost  pardon  me, 
INIay  I  «'ach  enemy 
Forgive  most  heartily, 

O  Land)  of  heaven. 

9  Ere  the  sweet  Easter  time 
Bury  all  sin  and  crime 

In  .lesus'  tomb ; 
And  on  the  holy  dawn 
Of  resurrection  morn, 
Celestial   joy  be  i)orn 

Out  of  the  gloom. 


MRS.    E.  R.  WILLIAMaOH. 

In  "  Cambridtfe  Tribune." 


MARY    AT   THE    SEPULCHRE. 


"  Then  the  diaciple*  went  away  again  untn  Ihclr  own  home.     But  Mary 
itooil  without  the  »-pulcbrc  weeping."— John  xx.  10—11. 

1  He  is  gone!  the  tomb  forsaken  ! 

They  have  come  where  .lesus  lay, 
Roird  aside  the  stone,  and  taken 

Ilim  they  crucified  away  I 
Here's  the  shroud  we  sorrowinjx  made  Him 

Whom  they  jiit-rced  with  nail  and  sjiear: 
Murderers  of  our  Lord!   they've  laid  Him 

Far  from  sight — He  is  not  here. 

2  Lo  !   I  see,  where  He  was  sleeping 

Pule,  in  death's  cold,  shadowy  night. 
Watchmen  ;  they  His  place  are  keeping. 
Clothed  in  raiment  dazzling  white  I 


And,  as  consolation  giving, 

"1' WHS  of  Ilim  tht-y  sw«-etlv  sai<l, 

"Weep  Ilim  not;  nor  seek  the  living 
In  the  mansion  of  the  dcatl." 

3  They  are  angels  I — and  they  know  me ! 

Sinful  mortal,  I'm  afrai<i ! 
Stranger,  Sir.  wilt  thou  not  show  me 

Where  my  bles.sed  Lord  is  laid  ? 
'Tis  His  voice! — my  name  He  cullelh  ! 

Hail  Raliboni  ! — Israel's  King! 
Conquer'd  <leath  Iwneath  Thee  fallelh! 

Broke  hii>  »ce])tre — lost  his  sting ! 


MIIU   IIA.VNAII   r.  nolTLD, 

Newhuryiurt, 


"THY  "WILL   BE    DONE." 

1  On  sad  Gethsemane  thick  shadows  hung. 

And  whispering  low  to  answering  glade  and  hill. 
The  soft  wind  prophesied  with  |)lainlive  tongue. 
Making  earth's  tlirobiting  pulses  strangely  siill. 
Sad  prophecies  of  sacrificial  cries 
That  should  ere  long  from  Calvary's  summit  rise. 

2  The  moon  withdraws  her  face  ;  One  comes  to  pray  ; 
The  sinless  On«',  His  meek  eyes  raiseil  to  heaven, 
His  patient  lips  imploring,  "Take  away 

This  cuii  of  anguish  to  my  faint  heart  given  ; 
Yet,  if  I  ilie  that  life  for  these  be  won. 
My  Father,  it  is  well ;  Thy  will  be  done !  " 

3  The  crimsoned  drops  that  gathered  on  His  face, 
I)rop|ie<l  like  a  dew  upon  the  astonished  earth  : 
When  lo  !   the  P:ission  Flower,  with  timid  grace, 
Itiised  her  sweet  head  to  bless  Him  for  her  birth 
And  pitying  angels  soothed  Him  while  He  wept; 
For  earthly  love,  alas  !  forgot — and  slept. 

4  Then,  O  my  heart,  came  Calvary's  day  of  gloom. 
The  crown  of  thorns,  the  sp<'ar,  the  mocking  crowil ; 
Earth  shook  with  horror,  and  the  shivering  tomb 
(iave  up  her  dead  ;   while  from  the  (i<Hl-head  Injwed 
Went  up  the  mournful  cry  from  Calvary's  tree: 

*'  My  Gotl,  my  God  !  hast  thou  forsjiken  me  ?  " 

5  But  not  for  long  couM  d(;ath  the  victory  claim  ! 
In  the  gray  morning,  when  the  soldiers  fly. 

The  waiting  Mary  hears  Him  breathe  her  name; 
And  lo  !   the  Master  stands  in  glory  by ! 
Then  earth  and  heaven  their  carols  blend  in  one  ; 
One  glorious  Ea.ster  hymn,  "(JiMl's  will  i-  ■' 

fi   How  oft,  O  Fath<T,  rlo  we  bring  to  Thee 

The  prayers  His  lips  maile  sjicred :   "  Not  this  cup, 
My  Go«l,  niv  (io<l!    \\:\si  thou  forsaken  me? 
And  nmst  I  drink  this  bitter  |K)rtion  up?" 
Then    when  grief  gtK-s  by  and  peace  is  won  ; 
Come  gnateful  carols  that  Thy  will  is  done. 

LIICT  ■    ujiia. 


];.-> 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SoNO. 


IMMORTALITY    AND    LIGHT. 

Day  of  Ciod,  tliou  hk-sscd  (kvv, 
At  tliy  (lawn  Um  jiravc  i^ave  way 
To  the  power  of  lliin  within, 
AVho  liad,  sinless,  bled  for  sin. 

Tliine  the  radiance  to  illume 
First,  for  man,  the  dismal  tomb, 
Wlien  its  bars  their  weakness  owned, 
There  revealing  death  dethroned. 

Then  the  Sun  of  righteousness 
Rose,  a  darkened  world  to  bless, 
Bringing  up  from  mortal  night 
Innnortality  and  liglit. 

Day  of  glory,  day  of  power, 
Saered  be  thine  every  liour  ; 
Emblem,  earnest,  of  the  rest 
That  remaineth  for  the  blest. 


UANN'AB  F.  GOULD. 


THE    PORTALS   OF    LIGHT- 

Idaiab  xUi :  6. 

1  I  know  not  the  hour  of  His  coming, 

I  know  not  the  day,  nor  the  year. 
But  I  know  that  lie  bids  me  be  ready 

For  the  step  that  I  sometime  shall  hear. 
And  whether  on  earth  or  in  heaven, 

Down  here,  or  'mid  scenes  of  the  blest, 
I  am  sure  tliat  His  love  will  surround  me, 

And  with  Him  I  will  leave  all  the  rest. 

Chorus. — And  when  His  voice  calls  in  the  morning. 
At  noon-time,  perhaps,  or  at  night. 
With  no  i)lea  but  the  one,  "Thou  hast  called 
me,"      . 
I  shall  enter  the  portals  of  light. 

2  I  know  not  what  lieth  before  me, 

It  ma}^  be  all  pleasure,  all  care. 
But  I  know  at  the  end  of  the  journey 

Stands  the  mansion   He  went  to  prepare. 
And  wiiether  in  joy  or  in  sorrow, 

Tiirougii  valley,  o'er  mountain  or  hill, 
I  will  walk  in  the  liglit  of  His  j)resence, 

And  His  love  all  repining  shall  still. 
Ciiouts. 

3  I  know  not  what  duties  are  waiting. 

For  hands  tliat  are  willing  and  true, 
And  I  ask  but  the  strength  to  be  faithful 

And  do  well  wliat  He  gives  me  to  do. 
And  if   He  sliould  bid  me  stand  idle, 

.lust  waiting  in  weakness  and  pain, 
I  have  only  to  trust,  and  be  faithful. 

And  sometime  He'll  make  it  all  plain. 

ClIOUL'S. 

M.    E.   BRRVOS8. 

Kr«m  "IIcaTcnwiud."  music  hjr  J.  K  Murray,  pub.  by  nraiuard'a  Soiu. 


JESUS,    MY    REDEEMER.   LIVES. 

1  Jesus,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

Christ,  my  trust,  is  dead  no  more. 
In  the  strengtii  this  knowledge  gives, 

Shall  not  all  my  fears  be  o'er; 
Calm,  tliough  death's  long  night  be  fraught 
Still  with  many  an  anxious  thought  ? 

2  Jesus,  my  Redeemer,  lives. 

And  His  life  I  .soon  shall  see; 
Bright  the  hope  this  promise  gives, 

Where  He  is  I  soon  shall  be : 
Shall  I  fear  then  ?     Can  the  Head 
Rise  and  leave  the  members  dead  ? 

3  Close  to  Him,  mj"-  soul  is  l)ound 

In  the  bonds  of  ho])e  imelasped, 
Faith's  strong  hand  tiiis  hold  liath  found, 

And  the  Rock  hatii  firmly  grasped, 
And  no  ban  of  death  can  jjurt 
From  our  Lord  the  trustinir  heart. 

4  I  shall  see  Him  with  these  eyes, 

Him  whom  I  shall  surely  know ; 
Not  another  shall  I  rise. 

With  His  love  this  heart  shall  glow; 
Only  there  shall  disappear 
Weakness  in  and  round  me  here. 

KLZCTRESS  OF  BHANDENBUHO. 

EASTER. 

1  I  have  no  frankincense,  no  myrrh 

I  luive  no  spice,  no  oil ; 
But  here  are  snowy  roses,  Christ, 

AVitliout  a  stain  or  soil. 
O  fairest  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  sake 

My  roses  take. 

2  I  have  no  silver,  and  no  gem. 

No  virgin  gold  for  Thee  ; 
But  here  are  lilies  white  as  light 

And  sweet  with  purity. 
O  fairest  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  sake, 

My  lilies  take. 

LILLIE   R.    BARR. 

Jobn's  Isliiud,  S.  C. 

GOOD    FRIDAY.      EASTER. 

1  Muse  on  thy  Lord's  sharp  pains. 

Borne,  soul,  for  thee  ; 
Tliink  how  He  broke  death's  chains 
To  set  thee  free. 

2  Muse  on  the  joy  He  brougiit 

Forth  from  the  tomb  ; 
Think  how  tliy  life  He  bought. 
Bearing  death's  doom. 

3  Lilies  of  Easter-tide 

Blos.som  for  thee  ; 
Pardoned  and  j)urilied, 
Rise,  soul,  set  free ! 

MARY   L.   M'l.ANATUAK. 

New  York  City. 


EASTER. 


193 


ANON. 


BEAUTIFUL  MORNING 


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EASTER. 

1  llrcak,  ()  Diiy,  in  beauty  break  ; 

S|ireatl  your  tints  of  rarest  rose  : 
Morn  on  wiiieli  our  Lord  dotli  wako 
Victor  over  all  His  foes, 

2  Haste,  O  Sun,  thy  lij;ht  to  shed  : 

Let  tliy  beams  tht-  parden  ble.s.s 
Where  Ho  riseth  from  tlie  dead- 
Greater  Sun  of  ri^diteousness. 

3  Nay  :  too  lute  thy  splendors  shine : 

Empty  is  the  sacred  tomb. 
Early  risen.  His  li^iit  divine 
Bids  immortal  ho{)es  to  bloom. 


4  Rise,  my  soul,  in  fjladne.ss  rise. 

Christ,  tliy  life,  fnmi  death  appears  ; 
He  who,  lovinj;,  in  Him  dies. 
Dying,  lives  to  endless  years. 

5  Xevermorc  .shall  death  and  nijjht 

Rule,  since  Christ  forever  lives. 
He,  the  Lord  of  life  and  li<;lit. 
Victory  gaining,  victory  gives. 

6  Prai.sc,  my  soul,  break  fortli  in  jiraise. 

Praises  sing  all  that  halli  breath. 

Heaven  and  earth  your  voices  raise. 

Life  huth  triumphed  over  death. 


Lt-rujt  rXAkK. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


AFTER    ASCENSION. 

1  O  Saviour,  asct'ndcil  on  liii^fli, 

Form't  not  our  wants  anil  onr  woe, 
Wild  only  our  ni'i-ds  can  sui)|)iy, 
^\'llo  only  our  sorrows  can  know. 

2  Iliiiii  now  on  the  throne  of  Thy  power, 

Whom  seraph  and  clierubim  praise, 
Foriiot  not  (Ji-thseniune's  hour 

Wiien  cries  of  contrition  we  raise. 

3  For<]jot  not  the  cross  and  the  thorn, 

Exalted  in  glory  ahove, 
When  i)rayers,  of  our  suffering  born, 
Ascend  to  the  throne  of  Thy  love. 

4  Dear  Jesus,  Thy  life  here  below, 

Its  hunger,  its  tears  and  its  pain, 
Hav<!  taught  us  Thy  kinship  in  woe. 
Oh !  crown  us  with  joy  in  Thy  reign. 

5  "Ac(iuainli'd  with  grief,"  blessed  word: 

Oh  I   kindly  our  sorrows  relieve. 
And  after  our  cross,  gracious  Lord, 
Us  into  Thy  glory  receive. 


LVELLA  CLARK 


EASTER    DAY. 


L.  M. 


1  'T  is  Easter  Day  !  glad  Easter  Day ! 
The  dear  Lord 's  rising  all  obey ; 
The  sun,  the  birds,  the  verdure  new, 
The  sparkling  stream  and  mountain,  too, 
With  Christian  hearts  His  praises  sing, 
As  joyjjusly  sweet  church  bells  ring. 

2  New  life,  this  mt^rry  Easter  morn. 
Bids  earth  her  children  to  adorn ; 
Awaking  out  of  death,  our  Lord 
Ascends,  to  be  by  us  adored ; 

No  more  in  depths  of  sin  we  bend, 
But  lift  our  souls  to  Christ,  our  Friend. 

3  O  He  is  risen  !   as  He  said  ; 

And  through  His  grace  may  we  be  led 
To  hapi)iness  beyond  the  skies. 
And  earthly  joys  no  more  to  prize  ; 
May  we  be  blessed  by  this  our  Lord, 
From  sin  and  sleep  to  life  restored. 

4  This  joyous  Easter,  let  us  soar 
Witli  Christ,  in  heart,  and  evermore 
With  gratitude  our  service  prove. 
As  He  doth  by  the  spirit  move. 
Nor  yield  to  dark  temptation's  sway. 
Lest,  flattering,  we  lose  the  Way. 

5  The  Way,  the  Light,  the  Life,  is  He 
Who  now  from  .sorrow  is  set  free  ; 
Who  for  us  died,  yet  lives  again  ; 
That  we,  too,  rise,  with  Him  to  reign. 
Oh  !  deepest  uiercy  !  promise  great ! 
May  we  cling  closer  as  we  wait. 


HAZr.L   WYLDK. 

Si'iiU^iiiUr,  1882 


THE    MASTER    IS   SO    FAIR. 

"  HaviDg  a  deeirc  t<i  Jcpart  and  to  be  witb  Christ."— Phil.  i.  23. 

'Illadod  said  unto  I'hiraoh,  Let  me  dejart,  that  I  may  go  to  mine  own 
country,  Tlien  I'lianioh  said  uuto  liini.  Hut  what  liast  tliuu  laclied  with 
me,  that.  belioM,  tliou  seek  est  to  go  to  thine  own  country  ?  And  he  an- 
awcrcd,  Nothing  ;  howbc-it  let  me  go  in  any  wise."— 1  Kings  li.  21.  22. 

1  And  thus  our  hearts  appeal  to  them. 

When  we  behold  our  dearest  rise, 
And  look  towards  Jerusalem 
With  strangely  kindling  eyes. 

2  And  thus  we  vainly  seek  to  hide. 

With  the  poor  curtain  of  our  love. 
The  shining  gates  that  open  wide 
To  welcome  our  sweet  saints  above. 

3  Yet  still  to  them  from  that  bright  laud. 

Through  our  thin  tent  the  glory  gleams  ; 
Already  lost  to  us,  they  stand. 

Wrapped  in  a  mist  of  golden  dreams. 

4  For  ah  !  the  Master  is  so  fair. 

His  smile  so  sweet  to  banished  men, 
That  they  who  meet  it  unaware, 
Can  never  rest  on  earth  again. 

5  And  they  who  see  Him  risen  afar 

At  God's  right  hand  to  welcome  them, 
Forgetful  stand  of  home  and  land. 
Desiring  fair  Jerusalem. 

6  Yet  have  we  lavished  at  their  feet 

The  precious  ointment  of  hearts  that  break 
For  love  ;  we  counted  sorrow  sweet. 
And  pain — a  crown  for  their  dear  sake  : 

7  "  What  have  ye  lacked,  beloved,  with  us," 

We  murmur  heavil)-  and  low, 
"  That  ye  should  ri.se  with  kindling  eyes, 
And  be  so  fain  to  go  ?  " 

8  And  tenderly  the  answer  falls 

From  lips  that  wear  the  smile  of  heaven : 
"  Dear  ones,"  they  say,  "  we  pass  this  day 
To  Him  by  w  horn  your  love  was  given. 

9  "And  in  His  presence  clear  and  true. 

We  answer  you  with  hearts  that  glow. 
No  good  thing  have  we  lacked  with  you — 
Howbeit,  let  us  go." 

10  And  even  as  they  speak  their  thoughts. 

They  wander  upward  toward  the  throne. 
Ah,  God  !  we  see,  at  length,  how  free 
All  earthly  ties  must  leave  Thine  own. 

11  Yet,  kneeling  low  in  darkened  homes, 

And  weeping  for  the  treasure  spent. 
We  bless  Thee,  Lord,  for  that  sweet  word 
Our  dear  ones  murmured  as  they  went. 

12  It  was  not  that  our  love  was  cold, 

That  earthly  lights  were  burning  dim. 
But  that  the  Shei)her(l,  from  His  told. 
Had  smiled  and  drawn  them  unto  Him. 

13  Praise  God  the  She|)herd  is  so  sweet ! 

Praise  God  the  Country  is  so  fair! 
We  could  not  hold  tliem  from  His  feet ; 
We  can  but  haste  to  meet  them  there  ! 

BAKUAHA   MILLER   H'ANUKEW. 


EASTER, 


1'J5 


CHRIST'S    RETURN. 

1  Till'  gi)l(UMi  j^aU's  are  liftotl  uj), 

Till!  doors  aro  oiu'iied  wiile, 
Tlu!  Kiiii;  oi  lilory  is  goiio  in, 
Unto  Ills  Father's  siilc. 

2  Thou  art  gone  up  before  us,  Lord, 

To  make  for  us  a  phice, 
That  wc  may  be  whore  now  Thou  art, 
And  hjok  upon  God's  face. 

3  And  ever  on  Thine  earthly  path 

A  jjicam  of  glory  lies  ; 
A  light  still  breaks  behind  the  cloud 
That  veiled  Thee  from  our  eyes. 

4  Lift  up  our  hearts,  lift  up  our  miuds. 

Let  Tiiy  <lear  grace  be  given. 
That  while  we  tarry  here  below. 
Our  treasure  be  in  heaven  ! 

5  That  where  Thou  art,  at  God's  right  hand. 

Our  hope,  our  love  may  be  ; 
Dwell  Thou  in  us,  that  we  may  dwell 
For  evermore  in  Thee  ! 

MRS.   C.   r.   ALEXANDEB. 

EASTER    OFFERINGS. 

"  The  Lurd  hath  uei-d  uf  them  "    Matt,  xxi :  3. 

1  "What  shall  we  offer  of  gift  to-day — 

What  treasure  that  Christ  will  heed? 
What  on  Love's  altar  is  best  to  lay — 
Of  what  can  tife  Lord  have  need  ? 

2  Onc(!  robes  and  branches  of  palm  were  strewed, 

While  thrilled  was  the  bending  sky 
With  tloods  of  triumph,  tilling  the  road 
As  the  Holy  One  went  by. 

3  What  mocd  to-<lav  shall  leaven  the  throng 

^Vitil  faith  in  the  feet  we  kiss? 
Wliat  spreading  bloom  an<l  j)a'an  of  song 
Move  the  question,  "  Wiio  is  this  ?  " 

4  Oh  I  not  the  evergreen  palms  we  wear, 

Or  robes  in  Mis  way  we  tiing, 
Or  floral  gifts  that  to  Him  we  boar. 
Most  honor  our  Lord,  the  King  ! 

5  These  gifts  are  good,  but  worthier  ones 

Lie  hidden  away  beneath. 
And  mellow  the  world,  as  latent  ."^uns 

That  pierce  through   the  winter's  sheath. 

6  Of  such  are  the  chilillik(!  trust  and  peace 

That  beam  on  the  Christian's  face  ; 
Of  such  are  the  prayers  that  never  cease 
Till  they  win  a  looked-for  grace — 
4   Of  <»uch  are  the  helping  hand  and  heart, 
Of  such  is  sympathy's  tear; 
Of  snrh  is  the  soul  that  knows  the  art 
To  gladden  witii  gotlly  clioer — 
8  Of  such  is  the  love  that  upward  lifts 
The  eluirch  in  its  onward  way  : 
Such,  such  are  i)ur  spirits'  priceless  gifts 
That  the  dear  Lord  needs  to-diiy. 

MAKV   E.   DOIMIB. 


gftJ.  phttbt  3.  J)anafori). 

lUr.  Phii:l>c  A.  Ilaiikfurd  U  a  Iteiitiit,  but  the  rt'KtUiitiiius  of  th»t 
deiiomiiutliiD  not  peruilttiiiKa  wumuu  tdvnttr  thf  ClirixtUn minlatry,  and 
fruliug  callixl  of  CicMltuaniimcmch  aiMwitinii.iihrto-'kiliiuguiifachurch 
in  lliu  Uiiiri-raalliit  faith,  •oiui.-  yaut  liiicv,  though  itill  a  Ilaptlit  in  IwUef 
of  cvrtalu  uiitward  fi>rius,  &c.  Hhe  l»  an  earncat,  faithful  jiaaUir,  be- 
loTcUand  honond,  doini!  much  good  on  n  Shciiherd  of  Sf.ulii,  U.lli  .-uiimig 
tho  ihecii  and  laiuba  of  hi-r  fold,  arid  in  th-  author  of  inanr  hymn>  and 
poemi,  Wiidiii  bniiig  an  rxcellent  writ«r  of  proae.  Sho  udiled  the  "  Lk- 
dlas*  Bvpotltoor,"  Boatou,  thnw  juuxm. 

EASTER    HYMN. 

(Air.— "Ruck  of  Agct.-) 

1  Christ  is  risen  !  lo  !  the  day 
(ilows  with  love's  divinest  ray  ; 
Light  is  come,  the  gleam  divine 
On  eacli  human  path  to  shine  ; 
So  with  grateful  gladness  sing, 
Christ  is  ris'n,  our  glorious  King  ! 

2  Christ  is  risen !   lo !  the  grave 
Holds  Him  not  wlio  came  to  save. 
Save  from  sin  and  death  and  pain, 
Save  from  doubt's  depressing  reign  ; 
So  with  joyful  hope  we  sing, 
Christ  is  ris'n,  our  contjuering  King  ! 

3  Christ  is  risen  !   lo  I  a  voice 

Calls  from  heavenly  heights,  "  Rejoice !  " 
Angels  welcomed  Him  who.se  birth 
They  had  heralde<l  on  earth — 
Of  His  triumph  let  us  sing, 
Christ  is  ris'n,  our  Saviour  King! 

4  Christ  is  risen  I   lo  I  we'll  be 
Witnesses,  O  Lord,  for  'iliee  ; 
Men  and  women  strong  and  sweet, 
15y  Thy  grace  di.sciples  meet : 
Till  this  song  in  heaven  we'll  sing, 
Christ  is  ris'n,  behohl  our  King  I 

rUlEBE   A.     IIANArORD,   188S. 

Faitor  Stcond  UcirtnialiM  Church,  Jrr»-y  City.  N.  J. 
UB8k  PUtm  Church  of  tho  Holy  Spirit,  Kvw  lUreo,  Conn. 

EASTER. 

(Tunc.—"  HV66."| 

1  0    Earth,   forget  thy   winter;     O   Nature,   bud   and 

bloom. 
And  clothe  the  slojies  with  greenness  that  late  were 

hung  with  gloom. 
()  clustere<l  Kaster  lilies,  your  gleaming  cen.sers  lift. 
Forth   comes   the  mighty  Victor,  the  rocky  tomb  to 

rift. 

2  ()  gentle  Kaster  angels,  be  swift  to  greet  the  day 
When  from  the  guarde<l  chamln'r  the  stone  is  rolleil 

aw.ay. 
And  Christ  the  King  steps  onwanl,  with   deatli  l>e- 

neath  him  dead. 
And   le.ids   His  ransomed  homeward,  with  glory  on 

His  head. 


196 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


3  Three  days  ago  they  laid  Ilim,  all  pulseless,  on  the 

bior  ; 
The  ihoni-niarkt'd  brow  was  pallid  ;  their  hearts  stood 

still  ill  IVar. 
Three  days  of  solemn  stillness,  throe  days  of  grief 

sulilinie — 
A  pause  when  seraphs  waited  to  hear  the  throbs  of 

time. 

4  And  now  ?     No  burst  of  music,  as  when  a  Babe  He 

came. 

Though  heaven  is  thrilled  with  rapture,  and  cherub- 
anthems  flame. 

In  soundless  flight  on  sweeping,  the  shining  ones  de- 
scend 

To  give  our  earth  the  key-note  of  songs  that  shall 
not  end. 

5  "NVliat  though  there  are  who  listen  in  vain  for  voices 

hushed, 
What  though  tliere  are  who  languish  o'er  sweet  hopes 

early  crushed.  . 
Still  i)eal  tlio  Easter  chorals  adown  the  lonely  years, 
And  yet  the  Easter  promise  hath  solace  for  our  tears. 

6  The  Christ  for  us  hath  conquered  our  one  relentless 

foe, 
Our  vanished  ones  forever  with   Ilira  are  safe,  we 

know. 
O  fragrant  Easter  lilies,  like  tapers  fair  ye  stand. 
To  liglit  the  silent  portals  that  guard  the  deathless 

land. 

7  Haste,  gentle   Easter  angels,  who  rolled  the  stone 

away, 
Come,  melt  our  loveless  spirits,  shame  unbelief  this 

day, 
And  help  us  tread  it  under  our  footsteps  as  we  sing 
The  joyous  hymns  of  Easter  around  our  risen  King. 

MAKOARET  £.  8A.NOSTEU. 

EASTER. 

As  bowed  with  sin. 

My  heart  in  anguish  cried, 
I  heard  a  voice  within, 

"  Go  to  the  crucified." 
In  that  dark  liour. 
Crushed  by  death's  power, 

For  me,  the  Master  lay. 
Ciiilling  witii  fear, 
As  I  drew  near 
To  the  cold  grave, 

I  heard  Him  say, 
"  If  thou  lovest  me, 
This  sacrifice  must  be  ; 

Thy  loved  bring  liere.' 

Then,  to  the  icy  bier, 
Treml)linii  I  «jave 

Tlie  hand  so  dear. 

AVhen,  list!   I  hear 
In  songs  of  joy, 
"  Jesus  can  save." 


And  rising,  with  the  morn. 
His  sliiiiiiig  form, 

In  heavenly  liglit, 

Threw  radiance  bright 
On  my  own  boy ; 

Safe  from  sin's  charms 

In  Jesus'  arms. 


MKS.   L.  6.  TATLOK. 

Streatoi,  UL 


DEI    GRATIA. 

Lay  Easter  lilies  on  the  breast  of  all  thy  dead. 
With  blue  forget-me-nots  make  soft  their  lowly  bed. 
With  tend'rest,  hungriest  tears  baptize  cold  hands,  dear 
head. 

Yet  as  thj'  last  caress 
Falls  on  unanswering  clay, 
Ah,  what  divine  largesse 
Of  life,  dawns  with  the  day 
Of  immortality,  what  heavenly  surprise  ! 

The  great  death-angel  is  but  usher  for  a  King, 
A  greater  than  he  calls  by  every  grave,  Arise ! 
To  hear  that  voice  proves  pow'r  to  follow  where  he  flies, 
And  mounting,  mounting  toward   the  God-like,  cleave 
the  skies ! 
The  angel  of  the  resurrection  !    him  we  sing 
This  blessed  Easter  morning,  Christ  is  King,  is  King! 
Let  our  hosannas  ring. 
To  him  our  dead  wo.  bring, 
Our  slain  of  death,  our  slain  of  sin, 
Oh  !  gather  all  thy  stricken  in 
This  blessed   Easter  morning,   Christ,  our  King!   our 
King! 

I8AD0RE  GILBERT  .lEFFERY. 
Chicago,  111, 

AN    EASTER    STRAIN. 

1  Fear  not ! 

One  by  one  God's  little  birds  fly  home, 
And  sweetly  sing, 
"  Behold  the  spring !  " 

2  Fear  not ! 

Each  after  each  dear  buds  do  softly  reach 
The  smiling  light, — 
'Tis  no  more  night! 

3  Fear  not ! 

All  shadows  lift ;  in  His  own  gift 
Is  life  and  bloom  ; 
There  is  no  tomb 

4  But  hath 

Its  bondage  riven  since  Christ  has  risen ; 
So  do  not  fear ; 
But  glad  and  clear 

5  The  praise 

Most  tuneful  swell  of  songs  that  tell, 
How  God  is  love 
All  souls  above ! 

UI8S  S.   p.   BAHTLETT. 


EASTER. 


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EASTER   HYMN. 

1  Chrisl  our  Lord  to-day  is  risen ! 

Striko  thu  note  and  send  it  forth ; 
Let  tlie  wind  bear  on  tlie  tidin<,'S 

f^ast  and  west  and  soiitli  anil  north  t 

2  Christ  is  risen  !     Joy  and  ghiihiiisn 

FoUovv  in  His  shining  train! 

Christ  is  risen  !  vi<'tory  !  vietory  ! 

Over  sin  and  deatli  and  pain  1 

3  Christ  is  risen  !  men  exulting 

With  new  hope  the  strain  prolong, 
And  the  angels  tune  their  harpstrings 
To  a  newer,  sweeter  song ! 

4  Once  again,  this  Easter  morning. 

Sounds  the  ])romise  glad  and  free; 
"Since  I  live,  my  chosen  people 
More  than  comiuerors  shall  be." 

5  See !  its  rays  light  up  the  precincts 

Where  your  dead  were  wont  to  lie, 
Now  the  grave  is  but  a  pathway 

Leading  to  your  home  on  high  ! 
G  I  have  plucked  from  death  its  venom, 

Powerless  is  now  his  sting, — 
Let  the  choirs  of  earth  and  heavea 

"Glory,  Alleluia!"  sing! 

BL'alB   V.  ALDRICH. 

Boaton.  Maa«.,  1883. 

LIGHT   OF   THE    WORLD. 

1  Light  of  the  world,  across  our  paths, 

The  devious  paths  of  this  dull  shore. 

Oh  !  send  some  bright,  some  cheering  ray, 

That  we  may  walk  in  night  no  more. 

2  Often,  dear  Lord,  our  footsteps  sink 

In  pitfalls  strangely  deep  and  wide. 
Or  stumble  on  the  rocky  steep 

Where  dang'rous  beasts  of  prey  abide. 

3  But  let  Thy  light.  Thy  blessed  light, 

All  glorious  with  truth  and  grace. 
Shining  from  out  the  heavenly  courts, 
lleveal  to  us  Thy  loving  face. 

4  And  we  will  tread  the  narrow  path, 

Mailf  holy  by  Thy  bleeding  feet. 
Till  Thoii  shalt  guide  us  where  at  l.-ust 
We  with  our  risen  Lord  shalt  meet. 

■  rSIB    V.   ALDRICH. 

Boston,  Mu>..  1883. 

THE    WIDOW    OF    NAIN. 

1  Thy  miracles  are  no  state  splendors. 

Whose  pomps  Thy  daily  works  excel ; 

A  rock  which  breaks  the  stream,  but  renders 

ltd  constant  current  audible. 

2  The  iiower  which  startles  <is  in  thunders 

Works  ever  silently  in  light  : 
And  mlLrhtier  than  these  special  wonders. 
The  wonder  daily  in  our  sight. 


3  Rents  in  the  veils  Thy  works  that  fold. 

They  let  the  inner  light  shine  through  ; 
The  rent  is  new,  the  light  is  old. 
Eternal,  never  ever  new. 

4  And  therefore,  when  Thy  toui-h  arresU 

The  bearers  of  that  bier  of  Nain. 
Warm  on  nnnumbereil  hearts  it  rests. 
Though  yet  their  dead  live  not  again. 

5  And  Thy  compassionate  "  Weep  not !  " 

On  this  our  tearful  earth  once  heard, 
For  evL%  age  with  comfort  fraught. 
Tells  how  Thy  heart  is  ever  stirred. 

6  Nature  repeats  the  tale  each  year. 

She  feels  Thy  touch  through  countless  springs, 
And,  rising  from  her  wintry  bier^ 

Throws  off  her  grave-tlothes,  lives  and  sings. 

7  An<l  when  Thy  touch  through  earth  shall  thrill 

This  bfer  whereon  our  race  is  laid, 
And,  for  the  first  time  standing  still, 
The  long  procession  of  the  dead, 

8  At  Thy  "  Arise!  "  shall  wake  from  clay, 

Young,  deathless,  freed  from  every  stain  ; 
When  Thy  "  Weep  not ! "   shall  wii)e  away 
Tears  that  shall  never  come  again  ; 

9  When  the  strong  chains  of  death  are  burst. 

And  lips  long  dumb  begin  tfi  speak. 
What  name  will  each  then  ntt<r  first? 
What  music  shall  that  silence  break  ? 


MIU.  CHAULE 


EASTER. 

1  Dawn  of  dawns,  the  Easter  Day 

Far  and  wide  in  s|)lendor  breaks 
Darkest  shadows  flee  away 
Wliere  it  breaks. 

2  Veiled  in  its  vernal  light 

Christ,  the  Light  of  light,  arose ; 
From  the  grave's  unbroken  night, 
lie  aro.se. 

3  Though  beneath  the  cross  Tie  fell. 

Though  upon  the  cross  He  died, 
Led  He  cajftive  death  and  hell 
When  He  died. 

4  O^fTcome,  He  overcame  ; 

Con(piered,  more  than  conqueror  lives  ; 
Crowned  King  with  heaven's  acclaim, 
Jesus  lives! 

5  Through  the  gates  of  sacrifice 

He,  the  victim,  victor  went. 
1^!   His  triumjih  light,s  the  skies. 
Since  He  went. 
G  Darker  than  the  night  our  sin. 
Silent  as  the  t<nnb  our  life. 
Still  His  glory  ent<"rs  in, — 
Light  and  life. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED   SONG. 


7  "  Rise  and  follow  mc,"  lie  saith  ; 

"  Love  as  I  liave  loved  you  ; 
Rise  to  life  that  I  through  death 
Won  for  you." 

8  Love  that  counts  not  sacrifice, 

Koepinj:^  nothing  bac^k  from  Him  ; — 
To  such  love  must  we  arise, 
Following  Him. 

9  As  He  laid  His  garments  by, 

With  the  bondage  of  the  grave, 
Clothed  in  Love's  own  majesty     '7 
Left  the  grave, 

10  Self,  the  earth's  most  earthly  dress, 

Must  we  cast  aside  like  Him, 
And,  jiutt^ng  on  His  righteousness, 
Rise  with  Him. 

11  He  hath  rolled  the  stone  away 

Through  redemption's  might  for  us  ; 
Dawn  of  dawns,  the  Piaster  Day 
Breaks  for  us. 

HARRIET  M'EWEN  KIMBAXL. 
Portsmouth,  N.  H.,  1840. 

THE    LORD    IS    RISEN    INDEED. 

1  The  Easter  praises  may  falter 

And  die  with  the  Easter  Day, 
The  blossoms  that  brightened  the  altar 

In  sweetness  may  fade  away  ; 
But  after  the  silence  and  fading 

There  lingers,  untold  and  unpriced, 
Above  all  changing  and  shading. 

The  love  of  the  living  Christ. 

2  For  the  living  Christ  is  loving. 

And  the  loving  Christ  is  alive ! 
His  life  hidden  in  us  is  moving 

Us  even  to  pray  and  to  strive. 
Alas  !  that  e'en  in  our  striving 

We  labor  like  spirits  in  prison, 
Forgetting  that  Jesus  is  living. 

Forgetting  the  Saviour  has  risen  ! 

3  We  join  in  the  Easter  rejoicing. 

And  echo  each  gladdening  strain. 
While  a  pitiful  minor  is  voicing 

Our  own  secret  doubting  or  pain. 
We  weave  Him  a  shroud  of  our  sadness, 

We  cover  His  smile  with  our  gloom. 
And  drive  back  the  angel  of  gladness 

Who  waits  at  the  door  of  the  tomb. 

4  We  know  not  our  own  hearts  have  hidden 

Our  Christ  in  a  grave  of  our  own  ; 
We  know  not  our  own  hearts  are  bidden 

To  roll  from  the  threshold  the  stone. 
While  our  tearful  eyes,  droojjing  and  weary, 

With  watching  in  sorrow  and  fear, 
Miiiht  see,  with  the  heart-broken  Mar_v, 

Tiiat  the  Lord  is  alive — and  is  near ! 

HARV  LOWE  DICKINSON. 
In  N.  Y.  "IiuU'iK'iideut." 


THE    EASTER    GUEST. 

1  I  knew  Thou  wert  coming,  O  Lord  Divine, 
I  felt  in  the  sunlight  a  softened  shine, 

And  a  murmur  of  welcome,  I  thought  I  heard. 
In  the  ri])|)le  of  brook  and  the  chirp  of  bird ; 
And  the  bursting  buds  and  the  springing  grass, 
Seemed  to  be  waiting  to  see  Thee  pass ; 
And  the  sky,  and  the  sea,  and  the  throbbing  sod. 
Pulsed  aud  thrilled  to  the  touch  of  God. 

2  I  knew  Thou  wert  coming,  O  Love  Divine, 
To  gather  the  world's  heart  up  to  Thine ; 

I  knew  the  bonds  of  the  rock-hewn  grave 
Were  riven,  that  living.  Thy  life  might  save. 
But  blind  and  wayward,  I  could  not  see 
Thou  wert  coming  to  dwell  with  me,  e'en  me. 
And  my  heart,  o'er-burdened  with  care  and  sin. 
Had  no  fair  chamber  to  take  Thee  in. 

3  Not  one  clean  spot  for  Thy  foot  to  tread, 
Not  one  pure  jiillow  to  rest  Thy  head  ; 
There  was  nothing  to  offer,  no  bread,  no  wine, 
No  oil  of  joy  in  this  heart  of  mine  ; 

And  yet  the  light  of  Thy  kingly  face 

Illumed  for  Th3^self  a  small  dark  place, 

Aud  I  crept  to  the  spot  by  Thy  smile  made  sv,'eet. 

And  the  tears  came  ready  to  wash  Thy  feet. 

4  Now  let  me  come  nearer,  O  Christ  Divine, 
Make  in  my  soul  for  Thyself  a  shrine  ; 
Cleanse,  till  the  desolate  place  shall  be 
Fit  for  a  dwelling,  dear  Lord,  for  Thee. 
Rear,  if  Thou  wilt,  a  throne  in  my  breast. 
Reign,  I  will  worship  and  serve  my  guest. 
While  Thou  art  in  me — and  in  Thee  I  abide — 
What  end  can  there  be  to  the  Easter-tide. 

MAEY  LOWE  DICKINSOM. 
New  York.  1883. 

JESUS    LIVES. 

John  xiv :  xix. 

1  Jesus  lives  !  no  longer  now 

Can  thy  terrors.  Death,  appall  me  ; 
Jesus  lives  !  and  well  I  know. 

From  the  dead  He  will  recall  me ; 
Better  life  will  then  commence, 
This  shall  be  my  confidence. 

2  Jesus  lives  !  to  Him  the  throne 

Over  all  the  world  is  given  ; 
I  shall  go  where  He  is  gone. 

Live  and  reign  with  Him  in  Heaven  : 
God  is  pledged  ;  weak  doubtings,  hence 
This  shall  be  my  confidence. 

3  Jesus  lives  I  T  know  full  well. 

Naught  from  Him  my  heart  can  sever  ; 
Life  nor  death,  nor  jwwers  of  hell, 

Joy  nor  grief,  henceforth,  forever : 
God  will  power  and  grace  dispense. 
This  shall  be  my  confidence. 


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TOWAKOb    HIS   UlUCiUTMCSS    I'KKSSIXG. 


Children's  Et.itrr." 

Lucv  I.&rcom. 


EASTER. 


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4  Jesus  lives  !  henceforth  is  death 
Entrance  into  life  innnortal ; 
Cahnly  I  can  yield  my  breath, 

Fearless  tread  the  irowninj^  portal  ; 
Lord,  when  laileth  Hesh  and  sense, 
Thou  wilt  be  my  confidence ! 

ELECTKtlHH  OF  BRANDKNBUKII,   IMI. 

Tr.  by  Frauces  Elizabuth  Cox. 

EASTER    HYMN. 

1  O'er  the  eastern  hills  arise 
Rays  of  glory,  and  our  eyes 
Gaze  upon  the  wondrous  scene, 
Lightning's  flash  and  snowy  gleam 
Of  the  seraph  clothed  in  white. 
From  the  realms  of  life  and  light. 
Lo!  He  rolls  away  the  stone, 
Christ  now  reigns  on  earth  alone. 

2  Hark  !  a  sleeping  world  awakes, 
Into  songs  of  gladness  breaks ! 
Fields  and  dells  in  joyous  haste 
Deck  with  flowers  their  dreary  waste, 
liirds  among  the  leafy  trees 
"Warble  to  the  wildwood  breeze. 
Mortals,  Christ  now  reigns  on  earth, 
He  who  gave  e'en  nature  birth. 

3  Women,  waiting  at  the  tomb. 
Overawed  with  sense  of  gloom — 
"  Fear  ye  not,"  the  angel  said, 

"  Christ  has  risen  from  the  dead." 
Hail  the  resurrection  morn  ! 
He  who  has  our  sorrows  borne 
Lives  again  !  rich  offerings  bring 
To  our  Sovereign,  Lord  and  King  ! 

LIZZIE  CAMPBELL  SMITH. 

RING,    RING   THE    BELLS. 
"Xow  U  Cbriiit  riien  from  the  dead."— I  Cor.  xt:  30. 

1  lling.  ring  the  bells  over  ocean  and  shore, 
Je>us,  the  Risen,  shall  suffer  no  more  ; 
.lesus,  the  Risen,  is  mighty  to  save  ; 

Wiiere  is  thy  strength  and  thy  vict'ry.  O  Grave  ? 

2  r>rtak  from  your  bondage  of  winter,  O  Fartii, 
Wake  to  a  spring-time  of  music  and  mirth ; 
Blossom  and  sing,  for  your  darkness  is  done ; 
Jesus  hath  risen,  thy  life-giving  Sun. 

3  Ring,  ring  the  tidings  with  joy  in  the  chime, 
Down  tiirough  the  shadows  of  error  and  crime  ; 
Ring  to  the  s|)irit  of  bondman  and  free, 

"  Jesus  is  risen,  and  liveth  for  thee." 

FLORA  L.    IIEST. 

EASTER  ■  MORNING. 

1    Lt>t  joy  bells  be  ringing! 
Ail  nature  upspringing. 

Feels  new  life  through  every  vein  ; 
For  Christ  has  arisen, 
H;is  broken  death's  pri,son. 

On  earth  He  will  evermore  reign  ! 


2  Come,  children,  bring  showers 
Of  loveliest  ll<jwers  I 

No  offering  lor  Ejuster  more  sweet ; 
Witii  grateful  a<loring. 
And  humble  imploring. 

Oh  I  ca.st  them  at  Jesus'  dear  feet ! 

FA.VNV  E.  .xzwuKitny,  1884. 

CHILDREN'S    EASTER. 

1  Breaks  the  joyful  Easter  dawn. 

Clearer  yet,  and  stronger  ; 
Winter  from  the  worlil  has  gone; 

Death  shall  be  no  longer. 
Far  away  good  angels  drive 

Niglit  and  sin  and  sadness  ; 
F^arth  awakes  in  smiles,  alive 

With  her  dear  Lord's  gladness. 

2  Rousing  thiin  from  dreary  hours 

L'nder  sn(jw(Irift.s  chilly. 
In  His  hand  He  brings  the  flowers, 

Brings  the  rose  and  lily. 
Every  little  buried  bud 

Into  life  He  raises  ; 
Every  wild  flower  of  the  wood 

Chants  the  dear  Lord's  praises. 

3  Oi)en  hapjjy  buds  of  spring, 

For  the  sun  has  risen  ! 
Through  the  sky  sweet  voices  ring. 

Calling  you  from  prison. 
Little  children,  dear,  look  up  I 

Towards  His  brightness  j)ressing. 
Lift  up  every  heart,  a  cup 

For  the  dear  Lord's  blessing  I 

LUCT   LA  ROOM. 
In  Youth'i  CompkDtnD,  1884. 

AN    EASTER    LILY. 

1  Pale,  pale  as  any  fair  Annunciation  lily. 

With  head  drooped  on  her  breast. 
As  flow'r  that  'neath  the  night  dew,  trembling,  cold 
and  stilly. 
Leans  upon  earth  for  rest  ; 
Thus,   smiling,   pa.ssed   she  unto  (lod's   great   resur- 
rection, 
A  lily  in  her  hand. 
No  more  to  feel  life's  woe  ;  its  pain  and  its  correction, 
No  more  to  understand. 

2  For  her  there  dawneth  ever  one  white  Easter  morn- 

ing, 
That  knows  not  noon,  nor  night. 
No  pleading  litanies,  no  ta|H'rs  for  adorning, 

The  Land)  is  there  the  Light. 
For  us,   the   surpliced    priests,   the   choir's   thrilling 
v«'spcr. 
The  solenni  foiling  bell  ; 
"Is  it  will  with   the  chiKl !' "  they  a.sk  us,  and  we 
whisper. 
For  answer,  "  It  is  well." 

BCRTnA  •>  RAMTOH   moL. 

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THE    UNSEEN    HAND. 

1  I  placed  my  liaiid  in  tlic  Hand  of  Ciod 

In  the  (lays  of  tlic  lon<^  a^o, 
'Twas  sweet  as  a  thrill  of  the  niother-lovo, 

And  pnre  as  the  mountain  snow. 
I  link'd  my  little  life  to  Chi-ist 

Jn  my  yonthftd  days  of  hope, 
Tlien  Jesus  with  His  gentle  touch 

The  pearly  gates  did  ope. 

2  Along  the  current  of  the  stream 

Of  life's  resistless  tide, 
That  Hand  has  clasped  mine  firm  and  strong. 

Whatever  else  betide. 
I've  wander'd  tiiro'  the  How'ry  paths 

Of  life  with  many  a  joy, 
I've  gathered  gold  from  busy  toil, 

But  not  without  alloy. 

8  I  see  beyond  the  portals  fair 

No  shade  of  gloom  or  night, 
I  see  the  white-rol)'d  angels  there 

In  yonder  realms  of  light, 
I  foel  God's  loving,  tender  Hand, 

Like  dew-kiss'd  flowers  at  eve, 
It  guides  me  on,  beyond,  afar, 

To  joys  I  shall  receive. 

4  And  when  I  touch  the  Jordan  wave 

He'll  lu)ld  it  out  to  me, 
Eacii  crest  shall  beam  with  glory's  star 

While  crossing  o'er  the  sea. 
Then  with  the  same  unfailing  love 

He'll  bear  me  to  the  shore, 
The  Hand  that  now  I  cannot  see 

Will  bo  unseen  no  more. 

KMMA   riTT. 


WHOM    NOT    HAVING   SEEN,    YE    LOVE. 

1  "  Not  scon  !  "     The  veil  of  flesh 

Doth  dim  our  spirit's  eyes, 
Nor  shall  we  see,  until 

We  mount  the  vaulted  skies. 
15ut  we  will  love  Thee  still,  our  Lord  ! 
IJelieving  all  Thy  gracious  word. 

2  "  Not  seen  :  "  but  near  and  far 

The  workings  of  Thy  hand 
Illume  the  silent  sea. 

And  beautify  the  land. 
The  spangled  heavens  reveal,  at  night. 
The  hand  that  brings  at  dawn  the  light. 

.3  Rut  grander  far  Thy  work 

Within  th(>  deathless  soul ! 
^^  here  doubt  and  sin  and  sloth 

^  ield  to  Thy  loved  control. 
And  struggling  hope  and  faith  arise, 
^\  itii  j)eace  and  truth,  in  glad  >nrprisc. 


4  "  Not  seen  :  "  but  dearer  far 

Than  aught  that  greets  the  si-dit ; 
We  seek  TIk'c  through  the  dav, 

And  trust  Thee  through  the  night. 
In  busy  toil  or  silent  sleep, 
Thy  h)ving  watch  around  us  keep. 

5  We'll  lean  (Uir  weary  souls 

I'jM)!!  Thy  strengtirning  grace, 
And  seek  Thy  counsels  wise. 
To  guide  in  each  dark  ])lace  ; 
And  walk  by  faith,  tintil  the  light 
Of  heaven  reveals  all  truth  to  si^rht 


EMILY  rUTXAM  WILLIAM*. 


FAITH. 
C.  M.     (Bn>wii.) 

1  Oh  !    for  that  faith  who.se  voice  can  stilJ 

The  doubts  that  vex  the  soul  ; 
That  seeks  to  know  no  other  will. 
Hut  God's  supreme  control. 

2  Oh  I  for  a  sweet  and  holy  rest 

On  God's  divine  decree. 
Knowing  that  if  with  trust  I'm  blest, 
There's  naught  but  love  ior  me. 

3  Although  the  clontls  that  hiile  His  hand 

Sometimes  obscure  the  light, 
I'd  meekly  tread  the  <larkeiied  land, 
Aiv\  wait  the  morninj;  briirht. 

4  Lord,  I  believe ;  but  fain  would  pray 

Like  him  who  .sought  relief, 
P^re  Thou  from  earth  didst  pa.s8  away, 
"  Help  Thou  my  unbelief." 

5  Then  through  each  dark  and  trying  hour, 

'J'hy  guiding  hand  I'll  see  ; 
And  lift,  though  clouds  may  round  me  lower, 
A  trusting  heart  to  Thee, 

KMILY  p.   WILLIAMS,  U8t 

I    LEFT    IT   ALL    WITH    JESUS. 

"Carting  all  your  care  upou  Him  ;  for  He  careth  for  you  "—I  Peter  t  ;  1. 

1  I  left  it  all  «^th  Jesus 

Long  ago ; 
All  my  sins  I  brought  Him, 

And  my  woe. 
When  by  faith  I  saw  Him 

On  the  tree. 
Heard  His  small,  still  whisper, 

"'Tis  for  thee," 
From  my  heart  the  burden 
Rolled  away — happy  day  ! 

2  I  leave  it  all  with  Jesus, 

For  He  knows 
How  to  steal  the  bitter 

From  life's  woes  ; 
How  to  gild  the  t«'ar-drop 

With  his  smile, 
Mal.e  the  desert  gar<len 

Hlooni  awhile : 
When  my  weakness  leanoth 
On  Hi.s  might,  all  seems  light. 


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WOMAIf  IN  SACRED  SOKO. 


3  I  loavo  it  all  with  Jesus 

Day  by  <lay  ; 
Faith  can  liriiily  trust  Ilini 

Conic  what  may. 
Hope  lias  tlroppcd  iicr  auihor, 

Found  her  rest 
lu  the  calm,  sure  haven 

Of  His  breast : 
Love  esteems  it  heaven 
To  abide  at  His  side. 

4  Oh!  leave  it  all  with  Jesus, 

Droopiuii  soul ! 
Tell  not  half  tiiy  story, 

But  the  whole. 
Worlds  on  worlds  are  hanging 

On  His  hand, 
Life  and  doatli  are  waiting 

His  command ; 
Yet  His  lender  bosom 
Makes  thee  room — Oh  !  come  home  ! 

MI8»  ELLEN  U.  WILLIS. 

THE    PATH    OF    FAITH. 

"Lfiril,  if  it  be  Tliou,  bid  nie  to  come  unto  Thee  on  the  water."— Matt.  .\iv  :  28. 

1   It'  it  be  Tliou,  my  Lord, 

Above  the  roar  of  tlie  tempestuous  sea, 
Let  but  Thy  voice  be  heard, 

And  I  will  venture  forward  "unto  Thee." 


"  Forth  unto  Thee,"  my  Lord, 

Heeding  not  those  who  lain  would  hold  me  back; 
If  I  have  but  Tliy  word, 

I  can  "  go  forward  "  o'er  the  ocean's  track. 

Not  that  I  have  the  strength 

To  jilant  one  footstep  on  that  raging  wave ; 
Much  more  to  cross  the  length 

That  severs  me  from  Thee  :  but  Thou  canst  save. 

Yes,  Thou  canst  keep  my  feet 

From  sinking  in  the  drifting,  surging  tide ; 
And  though  the  winds  may  beat. 

Thy  power  shall  bring  me  safely  to  Thy  side. 

Even  if  I  should  fail, 

Through  looking  at  my  weakness,  or  around. 
One  faltering  cry  to  Thee, 

And  in  Thine  arms  I  know  I  shall  be  found. 

"  Bid  me  to  come  "  then.  Lord, 

For  love's  constraining  power  shall  conquer  fear, 
And  hope  .sliall  buoy  me  up, 

And  faith's  safe  pathway  soon  shall  bring  me  near. 

Near  to  Thyself,  my  Lord, 

Into  Thy  presence  realized  and  sweet. 
To  gaze  in  rai)turous  joy, 

To  listen,  learn,  and  worship  at  Thy  feet. 


OEOROIAN'A  M.  TAYLOR. 


ALL    I    LEAVE    TO    FOLLOW    THEE. 


Words  and  Music  by  ABBY  NEWHALL  EVERETT, 
From  "lioyal  Gems."    Braiuard's  Sous. 


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MY    PRECIOUS    BIBLE. 

1  My  Hil)l(>,  jjiccious  treasure  ! 

Worth  mort!  tluiii  gems  of  gold  ; 
Be  it  III}'  clioicest  jile;isiire 

Tliy  covers   to  iiiil'old. 
'J'liy  fair  iiluniiiied  jjiiges 

W\{\\  liod's  o\\  11  glory  sliine  ; 
Down  through  the  long,  long  ages, 

It  gleams  in  every  line. 
Clio.    IMy  precious  Bible  !   'tis  a  hook  divine; 
Where  heavenly  truth  and  mercy  shine, 
And  wisdom  speaks  in  every  line, 

Speaks  to  me,  speaks  good  news  to  me. 

2  For  Clod's  exreeding  glory, 

His  very  life  is  love  ; 
All  through  1 1  is  saered  story 

Its  splendor  is  inwove. 
It  glows  in  man's  creation, 

And  Oh  !  more  radiant  still, 
In  his  complete  salvation. 

From  sin  and  mortal  ill. 

C'lIOlMS. 

3  I  read  and  weep  and  wonder 

How  (Jod,  a  holy  Cuxl, 
Could  still  the  law's  wild  thunder. 

With  mercy,  gentle  wonl. 
How  raise  the  pale  transgressor, 

Bowi>d  low  with  pain  and  fear. 
And  make  him  heaven's  possessor, 

With  Christ,  tlu'  Son,  an  heir. 

ClIORIS. 

4  O  marvellous  revelation  ! 

()  tender,  pitying  love  ! 
Of  saints  the  admiration. 

The  song  of  hosts  above. 
Be  this  my  wondrous  story, 

My  daiiy,  fresh  delight. 
And  in  this  flood  of  glory 

My  soul  be  ever  bright. 

ClIOULS. 

MRS.  n.  K.  niiows. 
Editor  N.  Y.  "Advocat*  aud(tuariliun." 
lioni  at  Port«uiotitb,  N.  U.,  iilH>ut  1640. 

HE    LEADETH    US    EVER. 

"  Ho  IctuloUt  ua  beside  the  (till  waten."— Pt.  xxlii :  2. 

1  If  through  the  lone  desert 

Lift's  pathway  <U)th  lead, 
Or  the  wilderness  waste, 

(iod's  hand  let  us  heetl ; 
lb'  leadeth  us  ever, 

God's  hand  let  us  heed. 

2  If  out  on  the  ocean. 

Where  d.irk  the  storms  lower, 
Where  wrecking  waves  dasli 

He  will  h-ad  us  to  shore  ; 
He  leadeth  us  cv«T, 

(lod's  hautl  let  us  lieed. 


\i   Ills  voice  stills  the  tempest. 

His  hand  holds  the  storm  ; 
\\i'  knoweth  the  harbor, 

Tile  niglit's   brightest  nioru  ; 
lie  leadeth  us  ever, 

God's  hand  let  us  heed. 
4   llis  wisdom  unerring. 

His  providence  kind. 
His  love,  a  sure  solar-e, 

He  gives  to  inankiiul; 
lie  leaileth  us  ever, 

God's  hand  let  us  heed. 

MIW.   8.    A.   noRIMK. 

From  ".Toy  UcUi."  bjr  pcnulaiiou. 

HE    KNOWS. 

1  I  know  not  what  will  befall  nic  I 

(iod  hangs  a  mist  o'er  my  eyes; 
And  o'er  each  step  of  my  oiiwaril  path 

He  makes  new  scenes  to  ri.se. 
And  every  joy  He  sends  to  me 

Comes  as  a  sweet  and  glad  surprise. 

2  I  see  not  a  step  before  me, 

As  I  tread  tiie  days  of  the  year. 
But  the  past  is  still  in  (Jod's  keeping, 

The  future  His  mercy  shall  clear, 
And  what  looks  dark  in  the  distance 

iMay  brighten  as  I  draw  near. 

3  For  perhaps  the  dreaded  future 

Has  less  bitterness  than  I  think; 
The  Lord  may  sweeten  the  water 

Before  I  stoop  to  drink. 
Or,  if  Marah  must  be  Marali, 

He  will  stanil  beside  its  brink. 

4  It  may  be  tliere  is  waiting 

For  the  coming  of  my  feet 
Some  gift  of  such  rare  blessedness. 

Some  joy  so  strangely  sweet. 
That  my  lips  can  only  tremble 

With  the  thanks  I  cannot  sj)eak. 

5  O  restful,  blissful  ignorance ! 

'Tis  blessed  not  to  know. 
It  keeps  me  quiet  in  those  arms 

Which  will  not  let  me  go. 
And  hushes  my  .soul  to  rest 

On  the  bosom  which  loves  me  so. 
G  So  I  go  on  not  knowing; 

I  would  not  if  I  might  ; 
I  would  rather  walk  on  in  tlu-  <lark  with  (Jixl, 

Than  go  alone  in  the  light, 
I  would  rather  walk  with  Him  by  faith. 

Than  walk  alone  by  sight. 
7   >[y  heart  shrinks  bai-k  from  trials 

Which  the  future  may  disclose, 
^  et  I  never  had  a  sorrow 

ihit  what  tlu>  dear  Lord  clu)se  ; 
So  I  send  the  coming  fears  biick. 

^^  ith  the  whispered  wonl  ••  He  knows." 

M  «ltV    •>     hJUIKAIUl 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


GOD   OUR    FATHER. 

1  Hell'  I  can  firmly  rest; 

I  ilare  to  boast  of  this, 
Tliat  (j()(l,  the  hi^'hcst  and  the  best, 
My  Friend  and  Fatlicr  is. 

2  Nau;;lit  have  I  of  my  own, 

Nauiilit  in  the  life  I  lead; 
Wliat  Christ  hath  j;i\  en,  that  alone 
I  dare  in  faith  to  plead. 

3  I  rest  upon  the  ground 

Of  .lesus  and  His  blood; 
It  is  tlnou;rli  Ilim  tiiat  I  have  found 
My  soul's  eternal  good. 

4  At  cost  of  all  I  have, 

At  eost  of  life  and  limb, 
I  cling  to  God  who  yet  shall  save ; 
I  will  not  turn  from  Him. 

5  Ilis  Spirit  in  me  dwells, 

O'er  all  my  mind  He  reigns ; 

My  care  and  sadness  He  dispels, 

And  soothes  away  my  pains. 

6  He  prospers  day  by  day 

His  work  within  my  heart, 
Till  I  have  strength  and  faith  to  say, 
"  Thou,  God,  my  Father  art !  " 

MISS  C.   WINKWORTH,   tr. 

Born  1829. 

FAITH    IN    DIVINE    GOODNESS. 

1  H(!  sendeth  sun,  He  sendeth  shower. 
Alike  they're  neetlful  to  the  flower, 
And  joys  and  tears  alike  are  sent 
To  give  the  soul  fit  nourishment. 
As  comes  to  me  or  cloud  or  sun, 
Father,  Thy  will,  not  mine,be  done  ! 

2  Can  loving  children  e'er  reprove 

Witli  murmurs  whom  they  trust  and  love? 
Cr(!at(>r,  I  would  ever  be 
A  trusting,  loving  child  to  Thee. 
As  comes  to  me  or  cloud  or  sun, 
FatluM-,  Tiiy  will,  not  mine,  be  done ! 
t$  Oh  I    ne'er  will  I  at  life  repine  1 

Enough  tiiat  Thou  hast  made  it  mine. 
When  falls  the  shadow  cold  of  death, 
I  yet  will  sing,  with  parting  breath, 
As  comes  to  me  or  cloud  or  sun, 
Father,  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  ! 

MB8.  SARAU  F.  ADAMS. 


2  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see — 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 

liecause  conferred  by  Thee  ! 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  j)ain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise. 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

3  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour. 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower. 

My  soul  shall  meet  Thy  will. 
My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear. 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 

That  heart  shall  rest  on  Thee. 

MISS  IlELEN  M.   WILLIAHB. 

(Born  1762. 
(  Died  1827. 


I    CAN    ALWAYS   TRUST    IN    JESUS. 
"I  wjU  never  leave  thee  nor  forsake  thee." 

1  I  can  always  trust  in  Jesus, 

In  the  dark  or  in  the  light. 

In  the  gloomiest  vale  of  sliadow, 

Or  the  silence  of  the  niirht. 

Chorus. — Always  trusting,  always  trusting, 
In  His  word  and  in  His  love. 
Ever  resting  all  on  Jesus, 
Till  I  reign  with  Him  above. 

2  I  can  always  trust  in  Jesus, 

Though  all  eartiily  hope  shall  fail, 
I  can  rest  on  my  Redeemer, 
Over  all  I  shall  prevail. 

3  I  can  always  trust  in  Jesus, 

He  can  ev'ry  weakness  heal, 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 

Strength  and  comfort  He'll  reveal. 

4  I  can  always  trust  in  Jesus, 

In  the  sunshine  He  is  near. 
In  the  fiercest  storm  He  whispers, 
I  am  with  thee,  do  not  fear. 

EMMA  PITT. 

8et  to  music  by  F.  W.  Nicholi, 

Copjright,  1883,  by  Emma  Pitt,  in  "GosiMsl  Light." 


PROVIDENCE. 

C.  M.    D. 

1   While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 

I'm-  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 
And  may  tiiis  consecrated  hour 

Witii  better  hopes  be  filled. 
Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed  ; 

'h)  Tliee  my  thougiit-s  would  soar ; 
Thv  mercy  o'«'r  my  life  has  flowed: 

'i'hat  niercv  I  adore. 


SONGS   OF   FAITH. 

1  O  songs  of  faith  that  pilgrims  sing ! 
To  you  our  hearts  forever  cling : 
You  guide  us  where  the  saints  have  trod, 
You  lead  us  to  the  throne  of  God. 
O  music  soft !  O  music  sweet ! 
Borne  upward  by  your  song. 
Though  storms  of  time  around  us  beat, 
Tiie  weakest  heart  grows  strong. 


FAITH  AND  TRUST. 


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2  O  songs  of  love  that  angels  sing ! 
Wliut  peace  ami  joy  your  sweet  notes  bring ; 
Tlu-y  Hoat  so  .sweetly  down  the  way 
That  leads  us  U|)  to  endless  day. 
O  music  sol't !  O  music  sweet ! 

\Vitli  Heaven  in  tiie  strain  ; 
Our  waiting  ears  your  sweet  songs  greet, 
They  calm  our  weary  pain. 

3  And  now,  O  joy  !   at  last,  at  last 
The  years  of  toil  and  woe  are  past, 
And  Zion's  golden  gate  appears  ; 

We  |)ass  for  aye  from  grief  and  tears. 

0  music  soft!  O  music  sweet! 
AVe  lay  our  burdens  down, 

For  evermore  at  Jesus'  feet. 
And  there  receive  our  crown. 

TAN  NT  CnCRCH. 

Sot  to  niualn  by  J.  H.  Tonucy. 

From  "Tho  Little  Sower." 

NO    BOOK    LIKE   THE    BIBLE. 

1  No  book  is  like  the  Uible, 

For  riiildhood.  youth,  and  age; 
Our  duty,  plain  and  simple, 

We  tind  on  every  page. 
It  came  by  inspiration, 

A  light  to  guide  our  way, 
A  voice  from  Him  who  gave  it, 
Rei)roving  when  we  stray. 
CilORLS. — No  book  is  like  the  Hible, 

Till!  i)lessL'd  i)()()k  we  love  ; 
The  pilgrim's  chart  of  glory. 
It  leads  to  (iod  above. 

2  It  tells  of  man's  creation. 

His  .sad  primeval  fall  ; 
It  tells  of  mail's  redemption. 

Through  Christ  w  ho  died  for  all. 
In  sacred  wonls  of  wisdom. 

It  bids  us  watch  and  pray. 
And  early  come  to  .bvsus. 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way. 

3  Oh  :   let  us  love  the  Bible, 

And  praise  it  more  and  more  ; 
Our  life  is  like  a  shadow. 

Our  days  will  soon  be  o'er. 
But  if  we  closely  follow 

The  counsel  God  h.is  given. 
We  then  may  hope  with  angels 

To  sing  His  praise  in  heaven. 

rA.NSY  CROHBT. 

Set  to  moaic  by  Aaa  HulL 

From  "Caaket,  No.  J."  by  pcrmiMion. 

FAITH. 

1    I  will  not  doubt,  though  all  my  ships  at  .sea 

Come  drifting  home  witii  i)roken  masts  and  sails; 
I  shall  believe  the  hand  which  never  fails, 
From  seeming  evil,  worketh  goo<l  for  me. 
And  thougii  I  weep  because  tliose  sails  are  tattore*!, 
Still  will  I  cry,  while  my  best  hopes  lie  shattereil, 
"  I  trust  in  Thee." 


2  I  will  not  doubt,  though  all  my  jirayers  retuni, 

L'naiiNWered,  from  the  still  white  realm  above. 

I  shall  believe  it  is  an  all-wi.se  lov»\ 
Which  has  refused  tliese  things  for  whi<ii  I   veuni. 
And  though  at  times  1  caniioi  keep  from  grieving, 
Yet  the  pure  ardor  of   my  li.Mil  belie\ing 
L'lidinimed  shall  burn. 

3  1  will  not  ddubi,  though  sorrows  fall  like  rain, 

And  ti<)ui)les  swarm  like  be<s  alniut  a  iiive, 
I  shall  believe  the  iieights  for  whidi  I  strive 
Are  only  reached  by  angiii.sh  and  l»y  ]iaiii  ; 
And  though  I  groan  and  writhe  beneath  my  eroi-.H  s, 
I  yet  shall  see,  through  my  severest  luMts, 
The  greater  gain. 

4  I  will  not  doubt.      Well  anchored  in  this  faith. 

Like  some  staunch  ship,  my  soul  braves  t-vtry  gale. 

So  strong  its  courage  that  it  will  not  (|uail. 
To  breast  the  mighty  unknown  .sea  of  death. 
Oil  !   may  I  cry,  when  Ixnly  parts  with  spirit, 
'*  I  do  not  doubt,"  so  listening  worlds  may  liear  it. 
With  my  hist  breath. 

ri.i  A  wiifKLrii. 
MiiJia>.u,  WU. 

CLINGING    TO    CHRIST. 

1  O  Holy  Saviour  !      Friend  un.seen. 
Since  on  Thine  arm  Thou  bid'st  me  lean. 
Help  me,  throughout  life's  changing  .scene, 

liy  faith  to  cling  to  Thee  ! 

2  What  though  the  worhl  deceitful  prove. 
And  earthly  friends  and  Ihijk's  remove; 
With  patient,  uncomplaining  love, 

Still  would  1  cling  to  Thee. 

3  Though  oft  I  .seem  to  treail  alone 

Life's  dreary  wast<',  with  thorns  o'ergrown, 
Thy  voice  of  love,  in  gentlest  tone. 
Still  whi.sjiers,  *'  Cling  to  me  !  " 

4  Thougli  faith  and  hoj)0  are  often  tried, 
I  ask  not,  neiil  not,  aught  beside  ; 

So  safe,  so  calm,  so  satisHed, 

The  soul  that  clings  to  Thee ! 

CBA.taAjmx  ELUorr,  18M. 
TRUST    IN    GOD. 

"  Tnwt  in  God."— I  Pet  »  :  7. 

1  Where  wilt  thou  put  tliy  trust? 

In  a  frail  form  of  dav. 
That  to  its  element  of  dust 
Must  soon  resolve  away  ? 

2  Where  wilt  thou  cast  thy  care? 

l'|M)n  an  erring  heart. 
Which  hath  it.s  own  sore  ills  to  hear, 
And  shrinks  from  sorrow's  dart  ? 

3  No. — place  thy  trust  alwve 
This  shadowy  realm  of  night. 

In  Him,  whose  iMnindles:.  jiower  and  love 
Thy  conlidence  invite. 

•I   His  mercies  shall  endure 

AA  hen  skies  and  stars  prow  dim. 
Hi.s  changeless  promise  sfan«lelli  sure. — 
Go,— cast  thy  care  on  Him. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED   SONG. 


TRUST. 


OUT   OF    THE    NIGHT. 


"Noue  of  tbpm  that  trust  in  Ilini  shall  be  desolate."— Ps.  zxxiv:  52. 

1  T1iou;j:1i  tlie  ruin  may  fall  and  the  wind  be  blowing, 

And  cold  and  chill  i.s  tlii'  wintry  blast, 
Though  the  cloudy  .sky  is  still  cloudier  growing, 

And  the  dead  ha\es  tell  that  suniiner  has  j)assed, 
My  tace  I  hold  to  the  stormy  luaven, 

.My  heart  is  as  calm  as  the  summer  sea, 
Ulud  to  receive  what  my  Clod  has  given, 
Whute'er  it  be. 

2  When  I  feel  the  cold  I  can  say,  "  He  sends  it," 

Anil  llis  wind  blows  blessing  I  surel}-  know, 
For  I've  never  a  want  but  that  He  attends  it, 

And  my  heart  beats  warm  though  the  winds  may 
blow. 
The  soft  sw(!et  summer  was  warm  and  glowing  ; 

Bright  were  the  blossoms  on  every  bough ; 
I  trusteil  Him  when  the  roses  were  blowing, 
I  trust  Him  now. 

3  Small  were  my  faith  .should  it  weakly  falter. 

Now  that  the  roses  have  ceased  to  blow. 
Frail  were  the  trust  that  now  -should  alter. 

Doubting  His  love  when  storm  clouds  grow. 
If  I  trust  Him  once  I  must  trust  Him  ever. 

And  His  way  is  best,  though  I  stand  or  fall. 
Through  wind  and  storm  He  will  leave  mc  never, 
He  sends  it  all. 

MRS.   FRANK  TAVLOK. 
Pbiladclpbia,  Pa.,  1882. 


REFUGE. 

"And  a  mail  shall  be  as  an  hiding-place  from  the  wiud.  and  a  covert 
from  the  tempest."— Isji.  ixxii :  2. 

(Tune.—"  Tlu  Solid  Sock.") 

1  Though  buffeted  and  tempest-worn, 
Thougii  burdened,  weary  and  forlorn  ; 
Tiiough  waiid'ring  in  temptation's  night, 
Fainting  and  longing  for  the  light, 
Adown  life's  wildest,  loneliest  spot, 
One  walks  by  me,  whom  1  see  not. 

2  No  surer  is  His  word  of  grace. 
When  not  a  cloud  obscures  His  face, 
Tiian  when  the  wildest  tempests  roll, 
And  darkness  curtains  all  my  soul  ; 
His  truth  -SO  sure,  His  grace  .so  free, 
His  rigliteousncss  is  all  my  plea. 

.'J   .Vud,  reaching  through  the  dark,  I  know 
A  haml  U|)holds  me  where  I  go  : 
Thouirh  ill  the  dark  I  may  not  .see 
The  hand  that  reaches  after  me  ; 
Dear  pierced  hand  !  Oh  !  clasp  and  hide 
E'en  me.  within  a  riven  side. 

MAIIY    A.    I.KAVITT.    1S8I. 


"Tlic    Lord    shall   be    thine    everlasting    light,  and    the  days  of   thy 
uiouriiing  shall  be  ended." 

1  What  though  we  are  late  in  the  cold,  starless  night, 

Still  nearer  we  draw  to  our  own  Father's  door. 
And  out  from  the  tempest  and  into  tiie  light 

We  surely  shall  come  when  our  journey  is  o'er. 

2  The  burdens  that  crush  us  well-nigh  to  the  dust. 

The  anguish  that  tortures,  the  terrors  and  fears. 
Are  known  to  the  Heart  in  whose  love  we  may  trust, 
That  watcheth   our  stumbling,  that  counteth  our 
tears. 

3  The  way  groweth  lonely,  the  .sky  is  more  drear. 

The  helpers  who  loved  us  have  jjassed  through  the 
tomb  ; 
But  He  who  is  mightiest  still  is  most  near  ; 

Let  us  reach  forth  our  hand  and  meet  His  in  the 
gloom. 

4  The  false  fires  are  dancing  to  dazzle  our  sight ; 

There  is  danger  around,  there  is  darkness  before. 
But  look  I   through  the  casement  doth  shine  out  the 

light. 
As  nearer  we  draw  to  our  own  Father's  door  ! 

UNA   LOCKE  BAILEY. 


TO    A    STAR. 

1  Thou  beauteous  star,  that  lifts  thy  silver  head 

Above  the  dusky  shonlders  of  the  world. 
And  trembles,  like  a  drop  of  glory  pearled 
Upon  the  flower  of  darkness,  wide  out-spread ; 

2  How  many  ages,  in  thy  circles  whirled. 

Hast  tliou  been  reaching  with  thy  beams  of  light, 
Throuiili  sweep  on  sweep  of  starry  spaces  bright, 
And  feeling  for  this  weary,  shuddering  world  .»* 

3  What  noble  Titans  dwell  in  thy  rare  clime  ? 

Surely,  thou  dost  embower  some  godlike  race; 
Oh  !   what  am  I  that  dost  behold  thy  face  ? 
A  speck  of  dust  upon  the  web  of  time. 

4  Unheeding  time,  thou  threadst  the  woof  of  spheres, 

All  glowing  from  the  finger-touch  of  God, 
Whih^  I  must  cleave  unto  this  heap  of  sod, 
A  worm,  with  neither  might  nor  length  of  years. 

5  But  hold  I   knowest  thou  the  wondrous  thing  thou  art  ? 

Dost  thou  not  run  through  the  harmonious  theme 
Of  rhytiimic  spheres,  that  round  thy  pathway  teem, 
Unconscious  of  thine  own  majestic  part  ? 

6  I  know  the  fount  in  which  my  life  begun. 

But  thou  knowest  not  the  source  of  all  thy  light; 
Thou  sweepest  on,  ignipotent  and  bright; 
Still  through  thy  glorious  circles,  blindly  run. 


FAITH  AND  TRUST. 


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7  Wlien  this  wrapped  soul  has  cast  its  fetters  far, 
And,  iial<i;d,  liaped  to  heaven's  lii<,diest  noon, 
As  bursts  a  l)rii:ht-\vin;,'cd  moth  from  its  cocoon, 
Lo!   tlion  shall  I  transceml  the  bri'ditest  star. 


ULLIAN   DLANCnK  FEAIIISO. 
Duveuiiort,  la.,  18S4. 


A    HEART    MELODY. 

In  qnietnesa  and  In  confldiuco  slmll  be   your  rtn-iigth."-  lia.  xii :  13. 

1  "  In  (inietness,  in  contidence," 

A  whispered  soft  refrain 
Of  just  tliese  two — these  simple  words 

In  oft-rej)eated  strain. 
Breathes  o'er  my  heart's  foreboding  fears, 

A  rest  from  care  and  pain. 

2  "  In  (piiftness,  in  eonfiilence  ;  " 

What  is  the  power  tliat  lies 
Hidden  beneath  this  melody, 

15iddin<,'  my  conraire  rise, 
C'iiasin;;  the  gloom  from  darkest  scenes, 

riie  tears  from  weoiiing  eyes? 

3  "In  ipiietness,  in  confidence;" 

It  was  the  Master's  word 
That  woke  the  echo  in  my  heart ; 

Tlie  still,  small  voice  I  heard  : 
'Twas  the  same  voice  that  tills  all  heaven 

Mv  inmost  soul  tiiat  stirred. 

4  "111  (piietness,  in  confidence  ;  " 

No  marvel  it  should  thrill 
My  soul  with  rapture  ;  that  its  sound 

My  restless  heart  should  still ; 
No  storm  so  tierce,  no  waves  so  high, 

15ut  He  can  calm  at  will. 

5  '•  In  quietness,  in  confidence;" 

My  little  whispered  psalm 
Stillfalls  in  sweet  and  holy  power, 

Like  fragrant,  soothinj,'  balm, 
Iluslung  the  heaving  billows  in 

The  Lord's  own  wondrous  calm. 

UEOBGIAMA  M.  TATLOR. 

SATISFIED, 

1   "  I  have  found  for  world-worn  spirits 

One  sweet  spot  of  sludtering  shade. 
Like  an  Eiim  in  the  desert. 

Spot  where  n(Mie  dare  make  afraid; 
'Tis  the  human  lieart  of  .lesus, 

llesting-place  for  sinners  made. 
2  ••  "lis  the  human  heart  of  Jesus 

In  the  light  of  Goilhead  seen. 
Heart  that  sntTercd,  heart  that  sorrowed. 

Now  the  phice  where  I  m.ay  lean  : 
Safer  shelter,  surer  refuge, 

Swteter  home,  h;us  never  been  1 


3  "  Cod  in  Christ  has  come  to  meet  me  ; 

Hr  has  stoopeil  from  His  higii  thnjue. 
He  has  takin  human  nature 

Ht    has  made  my  cause  His  own; 
He  has  jiiticd.  He  has  loved  me. 

He  has  died  for  »in  t'  atone. 

4  "Ah  I   niv  eyes  can  see  new  luaiity. 

As  tile  (Jod-Man  stands  reveale<i. 
Anil  His  heari  that  once  was  riven 

^lelts  my  heart  lliat  onee  was  sealed, 
Ami  my  wounds  of  sin  and  .sorrow 

liy  His  wounded  side  are  healed. 

5  "  He  is  chief  among  ten  thousand. 

None  His  Kingsidp  can  contentl  ; 
He  is  j)eerless.  He  is  matchless. 

His  perfections  have  no  end! 
He  is  altogether  lovely. 

My  beloved  and  my  Friend  ! 

C  '•  Yet  the  worlil  refused  to  own  Him, 
Of  His  beauty  nothing  gucsseil ; 

Heeded  not  His  tender  jiity, 

Spurni'd  Him  when  He  would  have  blessed; 

Crucitietl  the  Lord  of  ghuy 

When  He  came  to  give  it  rest! 

7  "  So  the  world  no  longer  charms  me 

With  its  baubles  and  its  toys  ; 
I  can  leave  them  all  forgotten 

As  I  drink  of  deeper  joys : 
Jesus  crucitied  ami  ristii 

All  their  witching  spell  destroys. 

8  "  I  have  found  a  new  ambition, 

One  to  live  for.  One  to  plea.se  : 
Motive-power  all  toil  ennobling. 

Love  that  from  self-seeking  frees  ; 
Service  which  is  never  irksome, 

Labor  which  is  truest  ea.se. 

9  "So  I  walk,  a  pilgrim-stranger. 

Through  the  world  that  loved  Him  not : 
If  it  hate  me,  like  my  ^Master, 

Need  I  murmur  at  my  lot, 
Whde  I  know  my  hundilest  service 

Ne'er  will  be  by  Him  forgot? 

10  "And  He  loves  me,  this  sweet  Saviour, 

With  a  changeless  love  and  true  ; 
Saves  me,  keeps  me,  guards  me,  guides  me, 

All  the  desert  journey  through  ; 
And  the  fellowship  of  heaven 

Gilils  my  way  with  beauty  new. 

11  "Thus  with  gladsimieiu'ss  of  childhood 

Is  my  daily  pathway  InMl, 
And  willi  ehiidliocMrs  uiisuspieiun 

Now  no  evil  I  foreltode. 
But  lik<'  rest  on  mother's  Im.'snm 

Is  my  inward  pence  with  (JikI." 

aEOR<iiA.<CA  n.  rkvtjftw. 


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WOMAN  /^■  SACRED  SONO. 


"REJOICING    IN    HOPE." 

1  ('li:iM<,'t'ful  lialli  btc-n  my  lot  Inlow, 
SonR'times  I've  busked  in  joy's  bright  glow, 
And  sometiinos  sunk  'neath  clouds  of  woe 

Wiiicli  lowered  above  my  head. 

2  Sometimes  the  blossoms  fair  and  sweet 
On  velvet  sward  my  vision  meet, 
And  sometimes  brambles  tear  my  feet 

While  toiling  thro'  the  world. 

3  I  know  not  what  the  future  holds 
In  store  for  me — I  know  He  folds 
Me  in  Ilis  mighty  arms  and  moulds 

My  sjjirit  at  His  will. 

4  How  nuieh  I  shall  be  called  to  bear 
Ere  He  can  see  His  image  there 
Reflected  as  in  silver  fair, 

Is  all  to  me  unknown. 

5  I  only  know  that  when  to  me 
The  scenes  of  earthly  life  shall  be 
No  more,  that  thro'  Eternity 

iSIy  soul  His  face  shall  see. 

6  For  said  He  not,  "  I  will  prepare 
A  place  for  you,  a  mansion  fair, 
Where  you  shall  in  my  glory  share, 

And  ever  be  at  rest  ?  " 

7  I  know  not  wliere  that  home  will  be, 
Its  form  He  hatli  not  shown  to  me, 
Nor  who  will  be  my  company 

Li  that  fair  land  of  light ; 

8  But  if  my  Lord  with  me  abide, 
My  elder  Brother,  true  and  tried, 
Sure,  with  my  portion  satisfied, 

I  cannot  ask  for  more  ! 

9  And  so,  what  matter  whether  joy, 

Or  grief,  or  pain  these  hours  employ  ? 
Soon,  soon,  that  bliss  without  alloy 
Shall  on  my  spirit  dawn. 

10  And  I,  while  years  unnumbered  speed, 
Shall  ever  on  His  beauties  feed. 
Content  if  I  in  word  or  deed 
Ilis  blessed  image  show. 

SUSIE     V.  ALDRICH. 


I    WILL-    NOT    LET   THEE   GO. 


2  I  will  not  let  Thee  go — should  I  forsake  my  bliss  ? 

No,  Lord,  Thou'rt  mine, 

And  I  am  Thine  ! 
Thee  will  I  hold  wiien  all  things  else  I  miss. 
Thougii  dark  and  sad  the  night, 
Joy  Cometh  with  the  light; 

0  Thou,  my  Sun  !  should  1  forsake  my  bliss  ? 
I  will  not  let  Thee  go! 

3  I  will  not  lot  Tiu;e  go — my  God,  my  life,  my  Lord 

Not  death  can  tear 
Me  from  His  care 
Who  for  my  sake  His  soul  in  death  outpoured ; 
Thou  died'st  in  love  to  me  ; 
I  say  in  love  to  Tiiee, 
E'en  when  my  heart  shall  break,  my  God,  my  life,  my 
Lord, 
I  will  not  let  Thee  go ! 

CATHERINE  WINK  WORTH. 

Translated  from  the  German. 

THE    LORD    WILL    PROVIDE. 

"Casting  all  your  care  upon  Him,  for  He  carcth  for  you."— I  Peter,  t:  6. 

1  In  some  way  or  other  the  Lord  will  provide  ; 

It  may  not  be  my  way. 
It  may  not  be  thi/  way  ; 
And  yet  in  His  oioi  way, 
"  The  Lord  will  provide." 
Cho. — Then,  we'll  trust  in  the  Lord, 
And  He  will  provide  ; 
Yes,  we'll  trust  in  the  Lord, 
And  He  will  2)rovide. 

2  At  some  time  or  other  the  Lord  will  provide ; 

It  may  not  be  wy  time, 
It  may  not  be  t/iy  time ; 
And  yet  in  His  otcn  time, 
"The  Lord  will  provide." 

3  Despond  then  no  longer  ;  the  Lord  will  provide  ; 

And  this  be  the  token — 
No  word  He  hath  spoken 
Was  ever  yet  broken  : 
"  The  Lord  will  provide." 

4  March  on  then  right  boldly  ;  the  sea  shall  divide  ; 

The  pathway  made  glorious, 
Witii  shoutings  victorious. 
We'll  join  in  the  chorus, 
"  The  Lord  will  provide." 

MRS.  M.   A.  W.  COOK. 

From  "  Hallowed  Songs."  by  Philip  Philips. 


1    1  will  not  let  Thee  go.  Thou  lull)  in  time  of  need, 
Hea|)  ill  on  ill, 
I  trust  Thee  still. 
E'en  w  lun  it  seen)s  as  Thou  would'st  slay  indeed ! 
Do  as  Thou  wilt  with  me, 
I  yet  will  cling  to  Thee  ; 
Hide  Thou  Thy  "face,— yet  Help  in  time  of  need, 
I  will  not  let  Thee  go  ! 


HOPE    IN    DEATH. 

1  Who  knows  how  near  my  life's  expended  ? 

Time  flies,  and  death  is  hasting  on  : 
How  soon,  my  term  of  trial  ended. 

May  heave  my  last  expiring  groan  ! 
For  Jesus'  sake,  when  flesh  shall  fail, 
AVith  ma,  0  God,  may  it  be  well ! 


FAITH  AND  TRUST 


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2  Death  comes  when  night  the  world  is  hiding, — 

lie  conu's  too  in  the  glare  of  dav, — 
Wilt  rtiver  1  am  here  abiding, 

At  once  I  may  be  call'd  away  : 
For  J(!.siis'  sake,  when  Hesh  siiall  fail, 

With  me,  ()  God,  may  it  be  well ! 

3  Lord,  lead  me  oft  to  think  of  dying, 

That  when  tiie  honr  of  trial's  come, 
My  soul  may  then,  on  Christ  rilying, 

Sink  all  its  terrors  in  His  tond) : — 
And  for  ///•>■  sake  when  flesh  shall  fail, 
With  me,  ()  God,  may  it  be  well  ! 

4  And  now,  betimes,  would  I  provide  me 

That  sure  su|)()ort  whereon  to  rest. 
And  eheerful  say — "  What  .shall  betide  me. 

Choose,  Lord,  as  Thou  shalt  see  it  best !  " 
And  when  my  heart  and  flesh  shall  tail, 
For  Jesus'  sake,  may  it  be  well ! 

5  Awake  in  me  desires  for  heaven  ! 

Help  me  to  view  the  world  aright ; 
¥i\Y  from  my  heart  its  wiles  be  (hivon 

While  endless  joys  allure  my  sight  : 
For  Jesus'  sake,  when  flesh  shall  fail. 
With  me,  O  (lOtl,  may  it  be  well ! 

6  My  many  sins  ! — Oh  !  veil  them  over 

With  merits  of  Thy  dying  Son  ! 
I  here  Thy  richest  grace  discover, — 

Here  find  I  peace,  and  here  alone : 
And,  for  His  sake,  when  Hesh  shall  fail, 
With  me,  O  Lord,  may  it  be  well ! 

7  His  bleeding  wounds  give  me  assurance 

That  Thy  free  mercy  will  abide ; 
Here  strength  I  find  for  death's  endurance. 

And  hope  for  all  I  need  beside : 
For  Jesus'  sake,  when  flesh  shall  fail, 
With  me,  O  God,  may  it  be  well  I 

8  Nothing  from  Christ  my  soul  shall  sever. 

Nor  life,  nor  death, — things  high  nor  low 
I  take  Him  as  my  Lord  forever, 

My  future  trust,  as  He  is  now  : 
And  for  His  sake,  when  Hesh  shall  fail, 
With  me,  O  God,  may  it  be  well  1 

9  Then  come  my  end  tonlay,  to-morrow, 

I  know,  through  Christ,  'twill  work  my  good: 
The  world  may  in  the  ])rospect  sorrow, — 

Hut  I  rejoice  through  Jesus'  blood : 
And  for  His  sake,  when  flesh  shall  fail, 
With  me,  O  God,  may  it  be  well ! 

10  I  live,  meantime,  in  Thee  confiding, 

Of  death  have  no  appallinij  fear ; 

Lnough  for  mo — mv  God  is  guiding. 

Through  faith  my  future  hopes  are  clear: 
Thy  grace  in  Christ  will  never  fail. 
Antl  when  I  die,  't  will  all  he  well. 

AMCUA  JXTLIASA,  COr>T«8S  OF  flrnrAaZBt-RI. 

T>1«1  1706. 
BudolaUdt,  OeriBUV  (Tnuulated  hf  Pnif  Vr-ills.  ISSO). 


CLING   TO    THE    BIBLE. 

1  Cling  to  the  liibh-,  though  all  else  be  taken. 

Lose  not  its  promises  jirecious  and  sure, 
Soul  with  lips  thirsty  by  fever  o'ertaken, 
Drink  from  its  waters,  the  fountain  is  pure. 

2  Cling  to  the  Hible.      This  jewel,  this  treasure   . 

Lifts  out  of  darkness  and  saves  fallen  man  ; 
Pearl  who.se  great  value  no  mortal  can  measure, 
Seek  and  secure  it,  O  soul,  while  you  can. 

3  Lamp  for  the  feet  that  in  by-ways  have  wan<lered, 

(iuide  for  the  youth  that  would  otherwi.se  fall, 
Hope  for  the  sinner  whose  best  days  are  s(piandered, 
Staii  for  the  aged — the  best  book  of  all. 


MiUi.   M.   J.   HMITH. 


ASSURANCE. 

1  You  tell  me  that  the  .summer  hours 

Have  gone  forever  by  ; 
That,  dead  and  cold,  the  summer  flowers 
Enwrapped  in  snow-shrouds  lie. 

2  You  tell  me  youth  will  fade  away, 

Like  summer's  wealth  of  bloom  ; 
Our  hopes,  our  though t.s,  our  work  decay — 
That  earth  is  one  great  tomb. 

3  You  tell  me  life  is  like  the  year — 

That  death  will  come  to  all, 
And  over  human  joy  and  fear 
The  silent  snows  will  fall. 

4  I  tell  you  that  the  summer  days 

Are  coming  back  again  ; 
The  flowers  will  bloom  in  woo<lland  ways. 
To  cheer  the  hearts  of  men. 

5  I  tell  you  that  this  youth  of  trust 

May  come  to  us  once  more  ; 
The  blossoms  sjiring  from  out  the  dust, 
As  lovely  as  before. 

6  I  tell  you  Christ  of  Nazareth 

Wtuf.  snapped  the  dreaded  bond. 
And  life  in  Him  leads  not  to  death, 
But  to  a  life  beyond. 

JEMtIt  H.   BROWK. 
ClcTcUuiO,  (>.,  1883. 


AFTERWARD. 

1  .\  irlorious  word  rings  in  my  soul, 

K'eii  like  a  song  of  cheer. 
And  even  in  the  darkest  hour 
Its  melody  I  hear. 

2  "  No  chastoninsr  bringeth  present  joy,' 

We  cry  in  life's  distress. 
Rut  in  the  afterwanl  of  (io«]. 
Grow  "  fruits  of  ri;rhteou8nes»." 


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WOMAN  JIf  SA  CRED  SOA'G. 


3  O  aftorw.inl,  grand  afterward, 

Tliou  harvest-time  of  peace, 
How  far  away  is  tliy  fair  day  ! 

Wlieii  shall  the  ehasteiiiiij^  cease? 

4  Tlie  pain,  the  sigh,  the  weariness, 

Must  these  prepare  tliy  way  ? 
Then  welcome,  chastening  ministry, 

Not  long  shall  be  their  stay.  , 

5  O  chastened  heart,  lift  np  a  song, 

Nor  faint  beneath  the  rod  ; 
A  night  of  pain,  and  then  the  dawn, 
Grand  afterward  of  God ! 

HARV   H.    ROWI.ANT>. 

Chicago.  1885. 

IN    THE    VESTIBULE. 

1  Is  it  all  a  dream,  of  a  wider  life 

Tliat  waiteth,  beyond  the  struggle  and  strife? 
And  is  it  for  this  men  are  found  to  die  ? 
Nay,  more,  would  tliey  live  for  a  baseless  dream, 
For  a  splendid  lie  ? 

2  For  the  land  that  lieth  beyond  the  death — 

Men  have  fought  for  thatj  with  their  parting  breath, 
And  down  in  tiie  trenches  they're  fighting  to-day — 
As  patriots  stand  for  their  native  laud, 
So,  for  theirs,  stand  they. 

3  Ye  who  cover  the  dust,  saying,  "  Alas!  alas! 

It  blossoms  no  more,  save  in  fiowers  and  grass," 
What  answer  have  ye,  for  the  men  who  climb, 
By  trampling  their  lives  in  the  very  dust. 
To  a  life  sublime  ? 

4  Would  they  die  the  death  of  die  Christ  that  died  ? 
Could  they  live  the  life  of  the  crucified  ? 

Have  they  never  a  glimpse  through  the  portal  fair, 
As  they  watch  and  wait  at  the  beautiful  gate. 
Of   the  life  up  there  f 

5  Nay,  'tis  but  the  vestibule,  narrow  and  dim, 
Where  we  catch  the  sound  of  song  or  of  hymn. 
Or  a  gleam  of  light  from  the  chancel  within, 
But  we'll  see  it  all,  when  the  doors  fiing  wide, 

And  we  enter  in. 

MAKIA   L.    EVK. 
SILENCE. 

"My  soul  waiteth  uj)on  God." 
realm  Ixii.  :  1.    The  marginal  reading  is—"  Mu  soul  keepcth  silence  unto  Old." 

1  Mv  soul  keeps  silence  unto  Thee,  my  God  ! 

As  lutes  are  silent  till  the  master's  power 
Wakes  to  sweet  music  each  responsive  chord. 

A  refuge  art  Thou  in  the  darkest  hour. 
And  fondly  trusting  where  I  cannot  see, 
*      Would  I  keep  silence,  O  my  God,  to  Tliee ! 

2  Thus  on  my  spirit  shall  repose  descend. 

Like  the  deep  hush  that  on  the  forest  falls, 
Lulling  the  hireling  which  its  shades  biifriend. 

While  stillness  steals  throughout  the  leafy  h.ills. 
Until  at  last  the  genial  .'•nmnicr  shower 
Shall  send  a  richer  life  through  bud  and  llowir. 


3  Or,  as  in  moments  that  precede  the  dawn, 

When  seas  are  silent,  and  the  winds  are  calm. 
Not  now  the  finsh  and  triumph  of  the  morn. 

Yet  is  the  air  enriched  with  choicest  balm  ; 
Nor  shall  dark  shadows  from  the  streamlet  bar 
The  gentle  radiance  of  some  lingering  star; 

4  But  soon  the  joyous  birds,  in  concert  sweet. 

Shall  hail  tlu;  coming  of  the  glorious  sun  ; 
His  royal  rising  the  glad  waters  greet ; 

Each  sends  on  high  a  fervent  orison. 
The  wakened  wind  an  argo.sy  shall  be. 
To  bear  its  treasures  o'er  the  shining  sea. 

5  So  in  the  morning  twilight  of  the  soul, 

Woidd  I  keep  silence,  O  my  God  !  to  Thee, 
That  tlius  some  starry  promise  may  unroll 

Its  beauty  and  its  brilliancy  for  me  ; 
And  from  my  mind,  with  all  its  various  powers, 
Shall  rise  sweet  incense  as  the  breath  of  fiowers. 
Till  God's  own  glory  gilds  the  glowing  hours  ! 

ANNA   LKNTHAL  SMITH. 

NAUGHT    OVERHEAD. 

1  With  no  pillowed  head  on  the  stormy  deep. 
When  "Master !  "  we  cry,  "Awake  from  Thy  sleep, 
For  the  skies  are  black  and  the  tempest  raves,"    • 
To  say,  "  Peace,  be  still !  "  to  the  tossing  waves, 

To  the  fearful  waves. 

2  When  our  liglit  goes  out,  where  the  way  is  wide, 
W^hen  the  very  stars  \ill  their  faces  hide. 

If  we  could  not  reach  for  an  unseen  hand, 
How  lost  should  we  be  in  the  desolate  land, 
In  the  lonely  land. 

3  When  we  miss  the  strength  of  a  stronger  arm. 
The  warmth  of  a  hand  that  was  ever  warm, 
Oh  !  where  should  we  turn,  if  we  could  not  rest 
On  a  stronger  arm  and  a  truer  breast. 

And  a  truer  breast ! 

4  For  the  Father  hears  when  His  children  cry 
Not  alone  for  things  in  the  great  "  liy-and-by," 
But  the  lesser  things,  that  we  want  so  nnich — 
Our  poor  human  needs,  of  time  and  of  touch — 

He  remembereth  such. 

5  But  lonely  indeed  are  the  feet  that  tread 
Thro'  a  world  like  this  with  naught  overhead  ; 
For  our  human  strength  is  a  broken  reed, 
And  had  we  none  else  in  the  hour  of  need 

We  were  jioor  indeed. 
C  Who  walketh  alone,  where  nature  is  cruel, 
To  what  shall  he  cry  ?  For  the  stones  are  dead, 
The  mountain  cares  not,  the  sea  pities  not. 
And  naught  but  the  sky,  a  canopy  spread, 

And  the  stars  overhead. 
7  No  answering  voice,  no  answering  hand. 
In  uttermost  need,  when  he  cries  for  bread  ; 
No  path  leading  upward  and  homeward  for  him, 
When  lights  are  kept  burning  and  table  is  spread. 

Overhead,  overhead  ! 

MARIA    L.    EVE. 

(Written  for  "Ohrouiclc  and  Cousti'.utiunaliiit.") 


FAITH  AND  TRUST. 


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CHRIST   STILLING   THE   TEMPEST. 
St.  Mailc  iv  :  37-39.       ^ 

1  Tliere  wa.s  tiuiuilt  on  tliu  water. 

And  u  toiiiptsl  rocked  tht-  deep; 
But  tliu  Saviour  on  His  pillow 
Lay  iu  t-aliu  and  peaceful  sleep. 

2  Vaiidy  di<l  the  poor  disciples 

Toil  and  stri\('  to  j^ain  the  shore; 
Fiercely,  wildly,  wind  and  tempest 
Beat  them  backward  laiut  and  sore. 

3  Hear  us,  Lord  !   Oh!  save  !  we  [lerish! 

WitlK)ut  Thee  we  can  but  die  ! 
All  in  vain  our  toils  and  efforts. 

Save,  dear  Lord  I    Oh  !  iiear  our  cry  '. 

4  Dotli  He  hear?  All!  yes.  He  ri.ses ; 

Bids  the  raiding  tumult  cease. 
At  His  voice  the  tempest  lulletli, 
In  a  moment  all  is  peace. 

5  Do  the  waves  of  fierce  temptation 

Beat  upon  thy  tioubled  breast? 
Do  the  storms  of  tribulation 

Li>ave  thy  heart  no  place  of  rest? 
(')  (io  to  .lesus.      He  will  hear  thee, 
Bid  the  raging  tempest  cease. 
All  in  vain  our  tears  and  efforts, 
Hark  !  He  speaks  and  all  is  peace. 


ANNA    UULYOKE   UOWARD. 


TRUST. 

1  O  gracious  Lord,  how  can  I  doubt 

Tiiy  ever-watchful  care  ? 
My  coming  in,  my  going  out 
Thou  dost  in  love  prepare. 

2  Thy  gifts  of  providence  and  grace 

Thi;  liastening  dawn  outrun: 
I  see  the  shining  of  Thy  face 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

3  And  when  at  lengtii  in  twilight  vales 

The  light  of  cheerful  day. 
Thy  grateful  presence  never  fails 
To  guide  my  shadowed  way. 

4  For.  loving  Lord,  Thou  dost  not  bless 

With  plenteous  gifts  alone  ; 
In  pain  and  loss  and  lack,  no  less 
Is  Thy  great  goodness  shown. 

5  So  I  will  praise  Thee  in  the  light. 

When  I  Thy  blessings  see. 
Nor  cease  to  trust  in  darkest  night, 
Since  darkness  hides  not  Thee. 

LCtLLA  ri_\RK. 

PATIENT    AND    PURE. 

"  For  ye  have  neeil  of  patience."     "K.-pp  Uipk-lf  pure." 

1    Pure  and  jiatient !   Lord,  tlic  plea 
Of  mv  soul  must  rise  to  Thee, 

For  Thou  dost  know 
All  the  bittt'rnt  s-i  I  Ix-ar  ; 
All  the  way  of  heavy  care 

In  which  I  1:0. 


2  Patient  in  my  weariness, 
Patient  in  the  ills  that  jm'.ss, 

1  woidd  be  still. 
Thou,  who  knoucst  t<'mpiaiion's  power, 
Keep  me  in  each  trial  hour 

I'ure  as  Thy  will. 

3  Make  rebellious  thought  of  mine 
Captive  to  Thy  thought  divine, 

Obedient. 
Though  my  weary  feet  must  bleed, 
Let  me  go  where  Thou  dost  lead. 

E'en  thus  content, 
i  Teach  me,  make  me  what  Thou  wilt, 
Take  away  each  tliought  of  guilt 

That  would  allure. 
Trembling  I  seek  Thy  side; 
Keep  me,  O  Thou  crucified, 

Patient  and  pure ! 

Woodiiull.  ni..  1884. 

SAVED    BY    FAITH. 

1  Lo  !  the  Saviour  passeth  bv  ; 

See  the  people  round  Him  press! 
AVould  He  notice  such  as  I? 
Condescend  to  heal  and  bless  ? 

2  Dare  I  seek  Ilim  in  the  crowd 

Pressing  close  on  every  side ! 
Hear  the  voices  harsh  and  loud  ! 
Let  me  from  their  faces  iiide  I 

3  Let  me  touch  His  garment's  hem. 

In  the  inultitu.le  concealed  ; 
Surely  He  would  not  condemn. 
Lo !  I  touch,  and  I  am  healed. 

4  Saith  His  voice,  in  accents  mild. 

Daughter,  peace  be  in  thy  sou! ; 
Thou  to  (iod  art  reconeileci. 

For  thy  faith  hath  made  thee  who?5. 

EMMA  J.   BELL. 

Wanaw,  IlL,  Oct,  18B3 


REJOICE,    YE  SAINTS. 

Phil.  It;  4. 

1  Rejoice,  ye  saints,  in  Christ  tiie  Lord. 
And  praise  His  name  with  one  acconl ; 
Let  every  heart  rejoice  with  song, 
For  thanks  and  praise  to  Christ  belong. 

2  R(>joiee  I   He  came  your  soul  to  save; 
Rejoice!   He  triumpiied  o"er  liie  grave; 
liejoice  for  Him  wlio  once  was  slain! 
Rejoice  for  Him  who  rose  again! 

8  Rejoice  !  the  Comforter  has  come  ; 
Within  your  heart  He  make.'.  His  home  ; 
He  fe«'ds  you  with  divines!  f<Hxl. 
Fresh  every  morn,  at  eve  n:ncwe<L 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


4  Rojoice  o'er  sins  now  washed  away, 
Kor  hope!  of  an  eternal  day  ; 

For  present  |>eaee  and  rest  of  mind, 
For  will  subdued  and  all  resiirned. 

5  Lord,  keep  us  ever  at  Thy  feet, 

In  faith,  hope,  love  and  rest  eoniplete; 
Jo\  in<;  in  ail  our  pathway  here, 
That  Christ  the  Lord  is  always  near. 

LAURA   K.   RUOUES  STUNTZ. 
Alhambia,  Cal.,  Dec.  2, 1885. 


THE    FIGHT   OF    FAITH. 


(One  of  the  viotima  of  the  persecuting  Henry  VIII.,  the  author  was 
biuriit  to  death  at  Smithfield  in  1546.  The  following  was  written  and 
suiLK  by  licr  wtiile  a  prisoner  in  Newgate,] 

1  Like  as  the  armed  Knighte, 
Appointed  to  the  fielde, 
With  this  world  wil  I  fight, 
And  faith  shal  be  my  shilde. 

2  Faith  is  that  weapon  stronge. 
Which  wil  not  faile  at  nede  ; 
My  foes  therefore  amoitge, 
Therewith  wil  I  procede. 

3  As  it  is  had  in  strengthe, 
And  forces  of  Christes  waye, 
It  wil  prevaile  at  lengthe, 
Though  all  the  devils  saye  naye. 

4  Faiths  of  the  fathers  olde 
Obtained  right  witness 
Which  makes  me  verye  bolde 
To  fear  no  worldes  distress. 

5  I  now  rejoice  in  harte, 
And  hope  bides  me  do  so; 
For  Christ  wil  take  my  part. 
And  ease  me  of  my  wo. 

6  Thou  sayst.  Lord,  whoso  knocke. 
To  them  wilt  thou  attende  ; 
Undo,  therefore,    the  locke, 
And  thy  stronge  power  sende. 

7  More  enimies  now  I  have 
Than  heeres  upon  my  head ; 
Let  them  not  me  deprave. 
But  fight  thou  in  my  steade. 

8  On  thee  my  care  I  cast, 
For  all  their  cruell  spight ; 
I  set  not  by  their  hast. 
For  thou  art  my  delight. 

9  I  am  not  she  that  list 
My  anker  to  1ft  fall 

For  every  drislinge  mist ; 
My  shippe's  substuncial. 


10  Not  oft  I  use  to  wright 

In  pipse,  nor  yet  in  ryme ; 
Yet  wil  I  shewe  one  sight , 
That  I  sawe  in  my  time. 

11  I  sawe  a  royall  throne, 
Where  Justice  shulde  have  sitte, 
But  in  her  steade  was  One 

Of  moody  cruell  witte. 

12  Absorpt  was  right wisness. 
As  by  the  raginge  floude ; 
Sathan,  in  his  excess 

Sucte  uj)  the  guiltlesse  bloude. 

13  Then  thought  I — Jesus,  Lorde, 
AVhen  thou  shalt  judge  us  all, 
Harde  is  it  to  recorde 

On  these  men  what  will  fail. 

14  Yet,  Lorde,  I  thee  desire, 
For  that  they  doe  to  me, 
Let  them  not  taste  the  hire 
Of  their  iuii^uitie. 


ANNE  A8EEWE,   1546. 


CHRIST   THE    HELPER 


Matt.  xiT,  13. 

1  Hold  my  hand,  O  blessed  Saviour, 

Lest  I  sink  in  shame  and  sin  ; 
Ojjen  wide  my  heart's  closed  witidows, 
Let  Thy  heavenly  truth  shine  in. 

Clio. — Hold  my  hand,  O  blesst^d  Saviour, 

Lest  the  waves  of  sin  should  drown. 
Storms  of  life,  with  such  a  Helper, 
I  shall  never  fear  your  frown. 

2  Hold  my  hand.  Oh  !  hold  it  firmly  ; 

Snares  through  all  my  ways  abound, 
Keep  my  weary  eyes  from  slumber 
When  I  tread  enchanted  ground. 

3  Hold  it  when  the  sinful  pleasures 

Of  the  world  would  beckon  on  ; 
Hold  it  when  my  earthly  treasures. 
And  the  hopes  they  held,  are  gone. 

4  Hold  it  when  the  dark  death-angel 

Beckons  from  the  shadowy  land  ; 
When  I  cross  the  swelling  river. 
Blessed  Saviour,  hold  my  hand. 

CLARA   ^.    BEATH. 

From  "Songs  of  UfliKht."  by  per. 


FA  ITU  Aj\D  THUST. 


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FROM    A    POEM     ENTITLED 
TRUST. 

'Thy  Maker  ii  thy  biuband— tbu  Holy  One  of  Imel— hli  name.— I*.  Ut:   5. 

1  No  mortal  lover  is  like  mine ; 

There  is  no  s{)ot  in  Thee  ; 
I  trust  Thee  with  a  perfect  trust 
That  toward  none  else  may  be. 

2  Thou  hust  a  human  heart.  l}«lov\l, 

Tlioujiii  Tliou  art  CJod  beside, 
And  every  human  need  I  feel 
In  Thee  is  satisfied. 

3  The  wife  has  secrets  never  breathed 

To  him  wliom  she  loves  best ; 
The  husband  tells  not  every  thought 
To  til'  wife  Upon  his  breast. 

4  Each  soul  a  lonely  chamber  hath 

Tlie  nearest  may  not  see. 
But  every  secret  of  my  heart — 
I  tell  it  straight  to  Thee. 

RrV.   ANNA  OLnT.Il. 

P«itor  WUlowby  At..   M.  E.  Church. 

Brooklyn,  N.  Y..  1882. 


PRAYER  BY  MARY,  QUEEN  OF  HUNGARY.' 


FAITH. 

1  What  though  the  heavens  are  dark  witli  cloufls 

Tliat  hide  the  smiling  sky  ? 
What  thmigli  the  thunder's  fearful  peul 

Proclaim  the  storm  is  nigh  ? 
It  camiot  harm  unless  His  voice 

Shall  utter  its  command — 
He  makes  the  ch)uds  His  chariot, 

And  subject  to  llis  hand! 

2  What  thmigii  we  toss  upon  a  sea 

I'iled  high  with  wreaths  of  foam. 
And  many  a  league  of  danger  lie 

Between  us  and  our  liome  ? 
The  voice  tliat  bade  (iennes'ret's  wave 

In  j)eaceful  calmness  lie, 
Still  whispers  o'er  the  surging  deep, 

"  Be  not  afraid  !   't  is  I !  " 

3  Thus  watched  and  guarded,  every  step 

Is  under  llis  control, 
The  children  of  the  Lord  arc  safe. 

Though  worlds  in  conflict  roll  I 
For  lie  who  won  the  vict'ry  lives 

A  mansion  to  prepare. 
And  llis  unfailing  word  is  pledged 

To  bring  them  safely  there. 

8C8IE    V.   ALDRlrn. 
BoaUiD,  1881 


1  O  God  !  though  sorrow  be  my  fate, 
And  the  world's  hate 

For  my  heart's  faith  pursue  me, 
My  peace  they  cannot  take  away  ; 
From  day  to  ilay 

Thou  dost  anew  imbue  me  ; 
Thou  art  not  far  ;  a  little  while 
Thou  hid'st  Thy  face  with  brighter  smile 

Tiiy  father-love  to  show  me. 

2  Lord,  not  my  will,  but  Thine,  be  done  ; 
If  I  sink  down 

When  men  to  terrors  leave  me. 
Thy  father-lovt*  still  warms  my  breast, 
All 's  for  the  best ; 

Shall  man  have  power  to  grieve  me 
When  bliss  eternal  is  my  goal. 
And  Thou  the  keeper  of  my  soul, 

Who  never  will  deceive  me  ? 

3  Thou  art  my  shield,  as  saith  the  Word. 
Christ  .Tesus,  Lord, 

Thou  stanilest  pitying  by  me, 
An<l  I(H)kest  on  each  grief  of  mine 
As  if  't  were  thine  : 

Wiiaf  then  though  foes  may  try  me, 
Tiinugh  thorns  be  in  my  path  concealid  ? 
World,  do  thy  worst  I  God  is  my  shield  ! 

And  will  be  ever  nigh  me. 

TranslaUoD.     From  "  Bryant «  Ubr»ry  of  Poetry  and  Sons." 


ABIDE    WITH    ME. 

1  Abide  with  me  ;  the  sunset's  golden  finger 

Has  drawn  a  veil  between  the  world  and  me; 
Upon  the  mountain  toj)  his  rays  still  linger, 
But  in  the  valley  I  deep  darkness  see, 
And  whelming  shadows  hover  over  me. 

2  Abide  with  me  ;  the  way  is  drear  and  lonely. 

And  frightful  phantoms  start  from  every  side 
Which  battle  for  my  soul,  that  soul  which  only 
Knows  Thee  on  earth,  in  Heaven,  O  C  rucified ! 
For  that  dear  reason  keep  Thou  near  my  side. 

3  Abide  with  me :  earth's  blandishments  beset  me  ; 

They  rise  like  clouds  between  my  .soul  and  thine, 
Hiding  Thee,  so  that  soon  I  must  forget  Thee, 
Unless  a  beam  from  loving  eyes  divine 
Shall  through  them  cast  its  radiance  to  mine. 

4  Abide  with  me ;  dear  Lord,  let  me  not  perish  ! 

Chase  from  heart  and  way  the.se  phantoms  dire  ; 
Thine  "altar  coals"  on  my  heart's  altar  cherish. 
So  that  each  sin  consumed  in  love's  pure  tire 
May  clog  no  more  my  soul's  «leep,  strong  desire. 

5  And  when  at  la,st  through  earth's  dark  vale  a.sccnding 

I  n-ach  the  heavenly  hills,  and  at  Thy  feet 
Look.  Lord,  upon  Thee,  <loubts  and  fears  all  blending 
In  one  long  gaze  of  joy  so  di-ep,  so  sweet. 
Then  satisfied,  I  need  no  more  repeat 
Abide  with  me ! 

ji-LiA  MBKcorra. 
In  "not  OonlinmL* 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 

ONWARD!    CHRISTIAN    SOLDIERS! 


Writtvii  for,  and  sung  at  tho  fifth  onnirersary  of  tho 
Y.  »L  C.  A.    Sprinstieid.  la,  1879. 

Moderuio. 


Words  and  Music  by  MRS.  G.  C.  S5UTH. 


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gliss  31.  €.  ^frlioss. 


It  hat  been  wull  aoid,  that  tbo  writing  o(  a  guod  hyniD  Is  •  luror  cm- 
buluimuiit  tluiii  thu  art  of  tUi:  Kgyiittuiu  Cuulil  cTur  compau.  .Mian  )I. 
K.  Berross,  nf  Clilcago,  ha«  the  lii>iiiir  nf  tntly  iiilvriiretiuK  a  bli;h  iiIajio 
of  niliglou3  cmntiDa.  uiil  axsxciutiiig  It  with  sciitliuuiit  aud  liiuigi  17 
which  UbrUtUui  huarts  will  urur  luro  and  cherish,  and  la  which  thuy 
will  dnd  rrfugo  and  onmturt.  Such  hyioiis  as  bf<r's  Ktrik"  light  arrusi 
thu  cntisciuugavSji  uf  I'hrlBtiaua  cvcowtuTO.     A  ri'  1  articlu 

by  bur,  on  lI>*iunulogy.  giving  hor  views  as  to  «ti  .'  a  guod 

hymn,  or  what  aru  thi- chluf  cluraoCerutlcs.  den]<iu .  .luar  pcr- 

oeptluus  on  this  subject,  and  prures  hor  to  ba  a  faithful  atudrnt  In  thia 
lluu  of  thought  and  work.  She  has  written  hymns  fur  thirty-fire  differ- 
ent cullocttnns.  on  topics  apiiroprliitv  for  guucral  worship,  for  seasons  of 
revlral,  uilsalonary  and  tvmpcraoco  lueutings,  ajid  also  fur  uho  in  the 
hunne.  Sho  is  tH>at  kn'iwn  by  tho  oclcbratvd  b)iun,  "  He  will  hide  nio," 
■UDg  so  much  In  the  Moody  and  Sankey  moetlngs.  She  Is  thu  author 
and  defligner  of  Prong's  Ctuistmaa  8heaf,  a  neat  work  of  art. 


HE   CARETH. 
"For  ho  corulh  for  you."— i,  Pet«r,  t:  7. 

1  Wlion  toiling  along  over  desert  and  plain. 

My  ]i;itliway  seems  lost  in  yon  niount-shadow'd  lea, 
I  hear  like  an  echo  the  heavenly  strain, 

"  lie  careth,  ho  careth,  he  careth  for  thee." 
Ref. — He  careth  f(»r  you,  he  careth  for  me, 

From  pitfalls  of  evil  he  keejieth  lis  free. 

And  this  be  our  comfort  where'er  we  may  be, 

He  careth,  he  careth  for  you  aud  for  me. 

2  I  know,  then,  tho'  shadows  creep  over  my  way, 

And  dangers  surround  that  I  cannot  foresee, 
No  harm  can  befall  me,  no  terror  dismay, 
"  lie  careth,  he  careth,  he  careth  for  me." 

3  What  need  I  to  know  of  what  lieth  beyond. 

Since  Jesus  each  step  of  my  way  doth  o'ersec  ? 
Mv  heart  in  its  trusting  can  never  despond, 
He  careth,  he  careth,  he  careth  for  me. 

4  My  path  may  be  stony,  the  stars  may  have  set. 

And  night-winds  ro;ir  loud  like  the  waves  of  the  sea, 
But  .lesus  his  loved  ones  will  never  forget, 
He  careth,  he  careth,  he  careth  for  me. 

MTSa  SI,   E.  SERV08S. 

From  "Royal  Gems."  Music  by  X.  CieiScL 

Copyrighted  by  S.  Uraiuord's  Sous.     Edited  by  J.  R.  Murray, 

Used  by  per. 

HE   \A/ILL    HIDE    ME. 

"  In  tho  shadow  of  Ills  band  bath  be  hid  me."     Isa.  xlix:  3. 
8s  &  7s,  with  Chorus. 

1  "When  the  storms  of  life  are  raging. 

Tempests  wild  on  sea  and  land, 
I  will  seek  a  place  of  refuge 
In  the  shadow  of  Gods  hand. 
Clio. — II(>  will  hide  me.  he  will  hide  rac, 

Where  no  harm  can  e'er  betide  me  ; 
II(>  will  hide  me,  safely  hide  me. 
In  the  shadow  of  iiis  liand. 

2  Thoii^li  hi>  may  send  some  atHiction, 

"T  will  but  make  me  long  for  home 
For  in  love,  and  not  in  an^ir. 
All  his  clia.stciiings  will  come. 


3  Enemies  may  strive  to  injure. 

Satan  all  his  artH  enijiloy  ; 
He  will  turn  what  beeiiib  to  harm  mo 
Into  everlasting  jc»y. 

4  Sc»,  while  here  the  cross  I'm  iM'aring, 

Meeting  storms  aiul  billows  wild, 
Jesus  for  my  soul  is  caring  ; 

Naught  cau  harm  his  Father's  cliild. 

MIU  M.   K.  REkVnaa. 
Sot  to  mailo  by  Ju.  McOranabao,  In  U.  il.  No.  S, 
and  used  by  per.      Cupyrlghl,  1878, 

GOLDEN    STAIRS. 

1  Oh  !  those  beautiful  golden  stairs. 

Which  heavenly  feet  have  fro<l. 
Where,  'mid  soft,  sweet  and  balmy  airs, 

We,  too,  ma}'  mount  toward  heaven  and  (Jod. 

2  Love  is  the  first  stair,  broad  and  grand, 

Joy,  we  press  with  happy  feet, 
Peace,  calm  and  restful,  here  we  stand. 
And  grasp  the  hand  of  friends  we  meet. 

3  Long  suffering  toward  all  human  kind, 

(Jentleness,  in  look  and  tf)ne, 
Goodness  of  heart,  and  soul,  and  mind, 
Mark  these  toilers  as  God's  own. 

4  Faith  in  God  bears  us  ujiward  still. 

Meekness  in  life  and  spirit. 
Temperance,  Oh!   what  raptures  thrill. 
Life  eternal,  we  inherit. 

5  These  beautiful  stairs  I  up  and  down, 

Lord,  help  us  ever  to  go. 
Till,  for  earth's  cross,  a  glorious  crown, 
Thou  wilt  with  Thine  own  hand  l)estow. 

rREVK  B.  iijfrrn. 
Quiscy,  11 .  St.pt.,  1&8X 


Sirs.  Jitlcn  (L-.  v,roten. 


Bom  in  Portsmouth,  N.  H.,  about  the  year  1640.  She  Is  tin  siiiiiinifiil 
Editor  of  the  New  York  AdTocato  an<l  Guardian,  aud  has  written  sum* 
raru  gems  in  bymnology  and  MCivd  poeay. 


FROM    DAY   TO    DAY. 

1  My  days  are  stairs  that  lead  to  life's  great  end, 
And  one  by  one  I  steadily  asceml ; 
Climbing,  with  j)urpo,se  true,  the  upward  roatl. 
That  brings  me  to  the  city  of  my  Gwl. 

2  Sometimes  the  step  is  bright  with  the  full  son 
That  shines  in  cloudless  ra<liance  thereon  ; 
Sometimes  a  shadow  falls  upon  the  way. 
But,  dark  or  light,  I  need  not  go  a.>itr.ay. 

3  One  stair  is  rough  with  thorn-ixiints  :ill  Itestrown, 
But  slioes  of  iron  freail  the  nettles  d<iwn  ; 

And  one  so  stt'<'p.  my  weary,  crippled  feot 
The  painful  ascent  scarcely  cau  coiujiiete. 


21  r, 


WOMAN  IN  SACKED  HONG. 


4  Sonu'timos  upon  a  slippery  stop  I  tread, 
And  titrce  temptations  make  my  soul  afraid  ; 

But  luld  ill  Ciuist's  dear  hands,  so  tender,  strong, 
The  next  I  mount  with  courage  and  a  song. 

5  Eaeh  ste|)  in  the  lonfj  course  a  history  has ; 
I  make  a  mark  as  one  bj'  one  I  pass, — 

A  gladsome  record  here,  a  tear-spot  there, 

A  rescued  soul,  a  struggle  or  a  [)rayer. 
G  And  on  life's  mystic  ladder  to  the  skies 

Bright  angels  come  and  go  to  Paradise ; 

And  work  grows  dearer  as  the  end  draws  near. 

Until  I  reach  at  last  the  golden  stair, 
7  And  enter  through  the  open  pearly  gate, 

Where,  with  our  King,  souls  watch  for  me  and  wait; 

There  at  His  feet  I'll  cast  my  trophies  down, 

And  shout  the  victory  which  His  love  has  won. 

MRS.   HELEN   E.  BROWN,  1884. 

THE    CHRISTIAN    FAITH 

"The  pure  in  heart  shall  see  God." 

1  We  see  Him  not — yet  daily  walk 

Upon  the  turf  so  green, 
He  laid  beneath  our  weary  feet, 
With  gems  dropped  in  between. 

2  We  see  Him  not — yet  o'er  our  heads 

Is  His  own  beauteous  blue  ; 
We  see  Him  not — and  yet  the  stars 
Like  augel-eyes  peep  through. 

3  We  see  Him  not — yet  every  flower 

That  hold  its  tiny  cup 
To  catch  the  sparkling  dew-drop,  ere 
The  sun-god  druiks  it  up ; 

4  And  every  little  songster 

That  warbles  in  the  trees ; 
And  every  wand'ring  zephyr 
That  sighs  amid  the  leaves, 

5  Bear  each  a  loving  token 

Of  the  Father-hand  divine, 
And  leave  a  trace  on  Nature's  page, 
A  mystic,  golden  line. 

6  We  see  Mini  not — and  yet  the  breeze 

Brings  healing  in  its  w'ings  ; 
We  see  Iliiu  not — and  still  the  leaf 
Its  balmy  odor  flings  ; 

7  And  e'en  the  bow  of  promise  bends 

To  clasp  both  earth  and  heaven  ; 
In  all  these  tokens  of  His  love 
To  erring  creatures  given, 

8  We  see  Him  not — our  eyes  are  dim. 

The  veil  of  sense  enshrouds  ; 
We  upward  look  to  view  the  heavens 
And  see  but  fleecy  cloud.s. 

9  With  deadened  sense  we  deeper  plunge 

Into  obscurity ; 
Dear  Lord !  touch  Thou  th(>se  sightless  orbs. 
That  we  may  look  on  Thee. 


10  Then  as  the  crystal  stream  reflect* 

The  shining  stars  at  even  ; 
So  our  purged  souls,  fiom  sin  set  free, 
Shall  glow  with  light  from  heaven. 

11  And  wheresoe'er  our  eyes  we  turn. 

On  firmament  or  sod  ; 
We  shall  behold  above,  below. 
Our  Father  and  our  God. 


MABV  E.  OILKiLN. 


LOVEST  THOU    ME    MORE  THAN   THESE.* 
John  xxi:  15. 

1  The  voice  of  Jesus  !     Hark  !  my  soul, 

A  lesson  'tis  for  thee. 
Hast  thou  believed  and  then  denied — 

Art  sure  thou  lovest  me  ? 
Or  hast  thou  seen  some  weak  one  fall, 

And  thou,  perchance,  at  ease. 
And  ever  whispered  to  thyself. 

Sure  I  love  more  than  these  ? 

2  Beware,  my  soul,  the  tempter's  there 

With  his  beguiling  pleas  ; 
Beware  thy  answer  when  thou'rt  asked, 

"  Lovest  thou  more  than  these  ?  " 
We  look  at  sin  with  human  eyes  ; 

Sin  we  in  others  see 
May  e'en  be  less  than  some  dark  thoughts, 

Or  lack  of  charity. 

3  And  how  shall  I  say  aught  but  this  : 

Dear  Lord,  thou  knowest  all. 
I  would  love  Thee.     But  I'm  so  weak 

It  scarce  seems  love  at  all. 
And  I  would  feed  Thy  sheep,  my  Lord, 

To  show  my  love  to  Thee, 
Would  lead  the  lambs  within  the  fold, 

But  Thou  must  strengthen  me. 

4  For  I'm  not  worthy  to  receive 

Thy  kindness  shown  to  me  ; 
Not  worthy  the  blest  privilege 

Of  working,  Lord,  for  Thee. 
Yet,  dearest  Lord,  for  strength  I  pray. 

Some  little  work  to  do 
To  show  my  love  for  Thee.     O  Christ, 

Wilt  Thou  my  strength  renew  ? 

5  And,  Oh  !  may  I,  while  here  on  earth. 

The  "  cup  of  water  "  give 
In  Thy  dear  name  ;  for  Thy  dear  sake. 

Oh  !  t(!ach  me  how  to  live. 
To  live  or  suffer  for  Thy  sake, 

Whate'er  Thy  will  may  be, 
And  often  whisper  to  my  soul, 

Lovest  thou — follow  me. 

MRS.   M.   A     nnYDF.N. 
Nvuga,  III, 


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217 


I    SLEEP,    BUT    MY    HEART    WAKETH. 

1  The  fire-liirht  flickers  from  the  buriiiii<r  ember, 

Curtuiju;(l  iiiid  close  I  dream  of  days  of  old, 
From  bn.keii  slcjcp  I  start  wiieii  I  remember 
That  while  I  rest  so  warm,  tiie  poor  are  cold. 

2  The  wind  blows  fierce  without.     Upou  the  billow 

The  bcaman  strii<,'^des  with  the  raging  storm, 
From  cold,  close  wrapped,  I  lie  upon  my  jjillow 
And  ])ray  for  all  without  who  are  not  warm. 

3  O  Thou,  who  once  to  this  poor  world  of  .sorrow 

In  sweet  compassion  left  Thy  throne  above. 
Rebuke  the  storm  and  send  a  bright  to-morrow, 
Oh  !   help  tlu!  needy,  for  Thy  name  is  Love. 

4  All  that  we  have  we  owe  but  to  Thy  favor. 

The  earth  is  Thine  with  all  its  boundless  store; 
Iinpart  to  us  from  Thine  own  heart  the  savor 

That  we  may  cheer  and  bless  hearts  sad  and  sore. 

5  The  poor  Thou  leavest  always  to  our  care, 

And  what  we  do  ft)r  them  we  do  for  Thee. 
Thou  lovest  them.     Then  be  our  deeds  our  prayer. 
Who  helps  My  loved  ones  doeth  most  for  Me, 

AKNA  UULYUKG    UOWJLKO. 


CHARITY. 

"Charity  nerer  faileth." "And  have  i.ot  Charity  I  am  no-Jiing." 

1  Charity  !  it  faileth  never  ; 

^  'Ihus  is  proved--the  true,  the  right, — 
This,  the  strong  up-heaving  lever 
Itiiising  souls  to  purer  light. 

2  Tlujugh  with  tongues  of  angels  speaking, 

Though  all  knowledge  m:iy  be  thine,  ° 
Prophet  gifts  reward  thy  seeking, — 
Mystery  unveil  her  shrine  ; — 
8  TliiMigh  thy  faith  may  give  thee  power 
To  remove  the  mountains  high  ; 
Though  thy  zeal  may  court  the  hour 
In  a  martyr's  flame  to  die  ; — 

4  Lacking  this,  the  greatest  treasure. 

Thou  shall  be  as  nothing  worth; 
More  than  faith,  and  hope,  its  measure, — 
Charity,  of  hyavenly  birth! 

5  Charity,  the  never-failing. 

Charity,  that  sulFers  long  ; 
Charity,  the  all-pre-  ailing," 
Charity,  the  ever-strong ! 

6  Bearing  all,  I)elieving  ever  ; 

Mei-k  and  without  thought  of  ill  ; 
Hoping  on,  despairing  never. 
Holding  an  enduring  will. 

7  Ue  it  ours,  this  lamp  to  cherish 

i  hat  shall  guide  our  steps  ari^jht  ; 

Then,  tliough  all  things  earthlv  perish. 
This  shall  beam  with  fa«leles»  li.rht.' 


8  I'rojdiesies  hhall  fail  or  falter, 

Kartlily  knowledge  Jjide  awav  ; 
Tongues  shall  cease,  and  all  things  alter, 
Charity  will  ne'er  decay  ! 

MAJIV  C.   WEBRTEK. 
Rocky  HIU,  C«un.,  1881 


BLEST   IS   THE    MAN. 

C.  M. 

1  E  lest  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart 

Keels  all  another's  jtain. 
To  whom  the  supjdicating  eye 
Was  never  raised  in  vain  ; 

2  "\\  hose  breast  exjmnds  with  generous  warmth, 

A  stranger's  woes  to  feel  ; 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  Ho  spreads  His  kind  supporting  anna 

To  every  child  of  grief  ; 
His  s.icred  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unasked  relief. 

4  To  gentle  oflices  of  love 

His  feet  are  never  slow  ; 
He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

5  P<'ace  from  the  Imsom  of  his  f;od 

The  Saviour's  grace  shall  give; 
And  whin  he  kneels  before  the  throne, 


His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 


A>»A  L.   BABUAl-LD. 


SYMPATHY. 

1  Bear  ye  one  another's  burden. 

So  fulfill  the  law  of  Chri.st ; 
Loving  sacrifice  hath  guerdon 

Human  language  ne'er  hatli  priced. 

2  Wee|)  o'er  one  another's  sorrow  ; 

I'roye  thy  grief  in  loving  deed  ; 
Karth  is  fickle,  thv  to-morrow 
May  find  thee  in  sorest  need. 

8  S!ng  o'er  one  anotlier's  gl.-uln.-^sa, 

Praise  with  harp  of  sweetest  tone ; 
Earth  hath  full  enough  of  .sadness, 
.loy  sliould  nev«'r  sing  alone. 

4  Pray  with  f)ne  anoth<r  often  ; 

(Jo<l  hath  promised  all  to  meet; 
He  will  hardest  trial  .wft.n 
When  we  gather  at  His  feet. 

IRADOIIE  O.  JMTrtCHY. 
ChiOMtn.  Xta 


218 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


(furoline  |njf. 


(Hlrs.  Milson.) 


Citmlinc  Fry  wiis  Imrii  at  Tunbridgc  Wells,  Eng.,  December  31,  1787. 
Her  fattuT  u-an  a  fiiniicr  in  kikmI  circuinKtancua.  Shu  was  educated  at 
huiiie.  Wliilo  yil  a  cliild,  slie  read  iiiucli.  and  w;us  acfjuaintud  with 
many  works  little  kno^vii  to  the  i>eoitIe  of  ordinary  schooU.  Before  she 
was  fourteen  years  of  age,  her  father  bad  published  her  "  History  of 
Blucatioii  in  Verse."  She  afterwards  edited  aud  published  "  SeriouB 
Poetrj-."  "  The  Assistant  of  Edncation,"  "The  Listener,"  aud  other  wcU- 
knowu  religious  works.  Her  autobioKraphy  is  extremely  interesting.  In 
1831  she  niarrieil  Mr.  'WilBon,  She  died  at  Tuubridgo  Wells,  September 
17,  1846. 

GRACE    OF   GOD. 

1  Grace  does  not  steel  the  faithful  heart, 

Tliat  it  should  know  no  ill ; 
We  learn  to  kiss  the  chastening  rod, 
And  feel  its  sharpness  still. 

2  But  how  iiidike  the  Christian's  tears 

To  those  the  world  must  shed  ! 
Ills  siglis  are  trancjuil  and  resigned 
As  the  heart  from  which  they  sped 

3  The  saint  may  be  compelled  to  meet 

Misfortune's  saddest  blow  j 
His  bosom  is  alive  to  feel 
The  keenest  pang  of  woe. 

4  But,  ever  as  the  wound  is  given, 

Tliere  is  a  hand  unseen 
Hasting  to  wipe  away  the  scar, 
Aud  hide  whei-e  it  has  been, 

5  The  Christian  would  not  have  his  lot 

Be  other  than  it  is  : 
For,  while  his  Father  rules  the  world. 
He  knows  that  world  is  his. 

6  He  knows  that  He  who  gave  the  best, 

AVill  give  him  all  beside  ; 
Assured  that  every  good  he  asks 
Is  evil,  if  denied. 

7  When  clouds  of  sorrow  gather  round, 

His  bosom  owns  no  fear : 
He  knows,  whate'er  his  portion  be. 
His  God  will  still  be  tliere. 

8  And  when  the  threatened  storm  has  burst, 

Whate'er  the  trial  be, 
Soinetliing  yet  whispers  him  within, 
"  Be  stilll,  for  it  is  He  !  " 

9  Poor  nature,  ever  weak,  will  shrink 

From  the  afflictive  stroke  ; 
But  faith  disclaims  the  ha.sty  plaint 
Impatient  nature  sjioke. 

10  He;  knows  it  is  a  Father's  will, 

And  therefore  it  is  good ; 
Nor  would  he  venture,  by  a  wish. 
To  change  it  if  he  could. 

11  He  comes  to  soothe  my  fears, 

And  draw  my  soul  above — 
.Toyfid  now  the  strain  should  be. 
When  I  sing  of  Calvary. 

rAIloLINK  rv.1  WILSON. 


CHARITY. 

Coriuthiaus  iiL 

1  Charity  is  meek  and  tender, 

Seeking  not  herself  to  raise ; 
Pardoning  the  rash  olfender. 
Praising  God  in  heartfelt  lays  ! 

2  Cliarity  no  envy  beareth 

In  her  breast,  nor  fulsome  pride ; 
Only  for  the  truth  she  careth, 
Casting  pomp  and  sin  aside. 

3  Nobly  bearing,  all  believing ; 

Hoping  firmly  to  the  end; 
For  her  trust,  best  gifts  receiving 
From  her  only  faithful  Friend  ! 

4  Cheerful  in  her  frequent  giving, 

Sick  and  poor  her  presence  bless, 
Not  alone  for  self  her  living, 
In  the  world's  tumultuous  press. 

5  All  things  she  doth  well  endure. 

Never  failing  in  her  love  ! 
All  her  deeds  are  bright  and  pure, 
While  she  waits  for  rest  above. 

6  Faith,  and  hope,  and  love  abiding, 

Are  the  three  of  heaven  blest ; 
But,  if  in  our  Lord  confiding. 
We  shall  know  that  love  is  best ! 


ELLA    A.    HOTCHKISS, 

Westyille,  New  Haven,  Couu.,  1882. 


PEARLS    AND    DIAMONDS. 


"Pearls  and  diamouds  may  adorn  royalty,  regardless  of  personal  worth ;  but 
jewels  of  thought  render  even  poverty  illustrious  aud  sul)lime." 

"But  the  fruit  of  the  Spirit  is  love,  joy,  peace,  long-suffering,  gentleuess,  good- 
ness, faith,  meekness,  temperance."— GaL  v:  22. 

1  Not  material  jewels  rare. 

Will  my  song  their  praises  sing, — 
Wondrous  though  they  be  and  fair. 
Sought  by  beauties  who  would  wear, — 

Priceless  are  the.se  of  our  King  ; 
Rarer,  purer,  choicer  far. 
Gems  my  song  will  sing  of,  are. 

2  Not  by  those,  alone,  with  gold 

Are  these  precious  jewels  found; 
Never  one  of  them  is  sold. 
Though  sucli  value  each  doth  hold, 

He  who  owns  them  is  renowned;  — 
Sovereign  of  all  the  earth. 
His  are  we,  by  royal  birth. 

3  Know  you,  now,  the  gems  I  mean  ? 

Seen  and  unseen  jewels  bright ; 
You've  behold  them  oft,  I  ween, 
In  the  glistening,  ]K'arly  sheen  ; 

Pendant  e'en  at  morn  or  night 
From  each  beauteous  slirub  and  tree. 
Yielding  worship  silently. 


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4  And  the  unseen  gems,  you  know, 
Are  the  ones  of  priceless  worth  ; 
Let  us  wear  thcni  woll  bolow. 
Wear  theni  when  or  where  we  go  ; 

Spirit  ornaments  on  earth 
Fit  the  wearer  for  above, 
There  to  have  a  crown  of  love. 

I]\ZEL  WVLOI,  U83L 


JESUS   IS   GLORIFIED. 

(Tunc— ".Sa/M/i<fl  By  and  By.') 
"The  poor  ye  hayo  always  with  you  :  Me  ye  bare  Dot  alwayi," 

1  The  man  of  sorrows  died  ; 

The  Prince  of  glory  lives  ; 
Oh  !   tlie  sweet  joy  to  innnble  souls, 
This  blest  assurance  srives  ! 

Jesus  IS  glorified, 

Jesus  is  glorified. 

Now  on  the  other  side 

He  waits  for  thee. 

2  No  more  with  weary  feet 

He  treads  Judea's  hills  ; 
No  more  upon  the  mountain  side 
His  voice  the  soft  air  thrills. 

Jesus  is  glorified, 

Jesus  is  glorified. 

Now  on  the  other  side 

He  waits  for  thee. 

3  Oh  I  many  mansions  there 

He  has  for  them  prepared, 

Who  meekly  in  the  narrow  way 

His  lowly  life  hath  shared. 

Jesus  is  glorified, 

Jesus  is  glorified. 

Now  on  the  other  side 

He  waits  for  thee, 

4  But  still  the  Lord's  own  poor 

Are  here  to  test  our  love  : 
Our  t(>nderness  to  them,  he  say.s. 
For  Him  our  love  shall  prove. 

Jesus  is  glorified, 

Jesus  is  glorified. 

Now  on  tile  other  side 

He  waits  for  thee. 

UftLT  p.   WILLIAMS. 

Lawndale.  ni.,  1883. 


PREPARATION    FOR    HEAVEN. 

1  Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 

Unbounded  glories  rise. 

And  realms  of  infinite  delight 

Unknown  to  mortal  eve.s. 

2  Fair  distant  land  ;  could  mortal  eyes 

Hut  half  its  joys  explore. 
How  would  our  s|iirits  loii<;  to  ri.so 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more  ! 


3  There  pain  and  sickness  never  come, 

And  grief  no  more  complains  ; 
Healtli  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  endless  pleasure  reigns. 

4  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know, 

Forever  bright  and  fair  ; 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

5  There  no  alternate  night  '\&  known, 

Nor  sun's  faint,  sickly  rav  ; 
But  glory  from  the  sacre<l  throne 
Spreads  everJasting  day. 

6  The  glorious  Monarch  there  displays 

His  be^ms  of  wondrous  grace; 
His  happy  subjects  sing  His  i)raisc. 
And  bow  before  His  face. 

7  Oh  I   may  the  heavenly  j)rospcct  flro 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love. 
Till  wings  of  faith  and  strong  desire 
Bear  every  thought  above  I 

8  Prepare  us.  Lord,  by  grace  divine. 

For  Thy  bright  courts  on  high  ; 
Then  bid  our  spirits  rise,  and  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky. 


AHKB  8TKKI.B,  1760. 


ALL   THE    WAY    MY   SAVIOUR    LEADS    ME. 
"The  Lurd  alone  did  lead  him."— Deul.  uiil :  IJ. 

1   All  the  way  my  Saviour  leads  me;  i 

What  have  I  to  ask  be.side  ? 
Can  I  doubt   His  fender  raercv. 

Who  through  life  has  been*  my  guide  ? 
Heavenly  i)eace,  divinest  comfort, 

Here  by  faith  in  Him  to  dwell; 
For  I  know,  whate'er  befall  me, 

Jesus  doeth  all  things  well. 

2  All  the  way  my  Saviour  leads  me ; 

Cheers  each  winding  path  I  tread ; 
Gives  me  gra<-e  for  every  trial. 

Feeds  me  with  the  living  bread  ; 
Though  my  weary  steps  may  faIt«T, 

And  my  soirl  athirst  may  he, 
Gushing  from  the  R<Kk  In-fore  me, 

Lo  I  a  spring  of  joy  I  see. 

3  All  the  w.ay  my  Saviour  Icids  me  ; 

Oh  !  the" fullness  of  His  love  ! 
Perfect  rest  to  me  is  promis*-*! 

In  my  Father's  house  al>ove  ; 
When  my  spirit,  cli)the<l  immortal. 

Wings  its  flight  to  re,tlm-i  of  day, 
Tliis  my  song  througli  endlevs  ages — 

Jesus  led  me  all  tlie  way. 

r«)n«T  t  nimarr. 

VMM  "Brishtaal  and  B«M.'  8ci  to  miMk  I>t  Ktt  K   l^^wry. 

OapvriCi>*>  Un^  and  oarni  by  fa  Btslov  *  Mate. 


2_'.) 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


THE   CHRISTIAN    INQUIRER 

1  llo!   C'liiistiiui  Pilizriin,  lio!  and  tell 
Is  this  tin.'  Wiiv  to  Zion's  Hill  ? 

I  lonii  to  lind  the  sliiiiiuf;  vomI 
That  hails  to  trU)iv  and  to  (Jod  ; 
lint  fear  my  wihkTed  led  doth  stray 
III  sin's  (k'cuitl'ul,  devious  way  ; 
If  I  am  lost  what  i-hall  I  do  ? 
Oh  !   toll  mis  Pilgrim,  tell  mo  true. 

2  I  loved  in  Kcdar's  tents  to  dwell, 
Loved  all  the  courts  of  i)leasure  well, 
But  Goil's  own  fury  drove  me  thence, 
I  started,  but  I  knew  not  Vhencc  : — 
'T  was  on  a  dark  and  dreadful  track, 
"•  The  burden  still  ui)on  my  back," 
No  stoj),  no  stay,  for  death  was  there. 
Hut  onward,  on,  m  dark  <lespair. 

3  No  certain  way  was  in  my  range. 
But  devious,  wild,  divergent,  strange, 
And  wheresoe'er  I  did  retreat 

The  thorns  wouhl  pierce  my  bleeding  feet, 

Till  weary,  fainting,  I  did  cry  : 

"  Save  me,  O  Lonl !  or  else  I  die." 

'T  was  then  I  heard  One  sweetly  say : 

"  Come  unto  me,"  "  I  am  the  "Way." 

4  Methought  it  was  my  Saviour's  voice 
Bidding  my  every  wandering  cease. 
A  sweet  repose,  a  holy  calm 

Came  o'er  me  like  delicious  balm. 
This  is  God's  promised  rest,  I  cried, 
I'll  ])itch  my  tent  and  here  abide. 
On  Pisgah's  raptured  Mount  will  stand, 
•  And  gaze  into  the  Promised  Land. 

5  I  fondly  dreamed  my  conflicts  done  ; 
Not  so,  the  race  was  to  be  run  ; 
And  as  toward  the  goal  I  hied, 
Eternal  Good  for  me,  I  cried  ; 

I  thought  I  nevermore  should  stray 
Krom  out  the  straight  and  narrow  way, 
lint  ah  I    I  blush  with  shame  to  tell 
How  oft  I  wandered, — oft  I  fell. 

6  'Tis  true,  I  sometimes  catch  a  view 
Of  Calvary's  Hill  and  glory  too. 
But  dubious  clouds  will  intervene, 
The  vale  still  darkly  hangs  between  ; 
A  dread  enwraps  me  like  a  i)all. 
Lest  I  know  not  the  way  at  all. 
Lest  I  but  iflly,  vainly  dream. 

The  victim  of  a  fervent  dream. 

7  O  Pilgrim,  I  am  lone  and  chill. 
Is  tliis  the  way  to  Zion's  Hill  ? 

Wilt  thou  nothoM  thy  lamp  on  high. 
Till  I  the  heavenly  road  descry  ? 
I  fear  that  I  mistake  the  track. 
But  <-annot,  dare  not,  turn  me  back; 
Is  (his  :he  way  thou  d()st  pursue  ? 
Say,  Pilgrim,"  is  it  thus  with  yon  ? 

JK.NNY   I1HNI>  BEAVCUAMP. 
UeuUiu.  TeXiiD.  1883. 


PERFECT    PEACE, 

1  In  heavenly  love  abiding. 

No  change  my  heart  shall  fear, 
And  safe  is  such  confiding. 

For  nothing  changes  here  : 
The  storm  may  roar  without  me, 

My  heart  may  low  be  laid. 
But  God  is  round  about  me, 

And  can  I  be  dismayed  ? 

2  Wherever  He  may  guide  me. 

No  want  shall  turn  me  back  ; 
My  Shepherd  is  beside  me. 

And  nothing  can  I  lack  : 
His  wisdom  ever  waketh, 

His  sight  is  never  dim  : 
He  knows  the  way  He  taketh, 

And  I  will  walk  with  Him. 

3  Green  pastures  are  before  me. 

Which  yet  I  have  not  seen  ; 
Bright  skies  will  soon  be  o'er  me. 

Where  darkest  clouds  have  been  : 
My  hope  I  cannot  measure  ; 

My  path  to  life  is  free  ; 
My  Saviour  has  my  treasures. 

And  He  will  walk  with  me. 

ANNA  L.  WARINO,  1850. 

SAFE    IN    THE    ARMS   OF   JESUS. 

'•  UudL-rnealh  are  the  everlasting  arms."— Deut.  xxxiii :  27. 

1  Safe  iu  the  arms  of  Jesus, 

Safe  on  His  gentle  breast, 
There  by  His  love  o'ershadowed, 

Sweetly  my  soul  shall  rest. 
Hark!  'tis  the  voice  of  angels, 

Borne  in  a  song  to  me. 
Over  the  fields  of  glory. 
Over  the  jasper  sea. 
ChORCS. — Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 

Safe  on  His  gentle  breast, 
There  by  His  love  o'ershadowed, 
Sweetly  my  soul  shall  rest. 

2  Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 

Safe  fronj  corroding  care, 
Safe  from  the  world's  temi)tations, 

Sin  cannot  harm  me  there. 
Free  from  the  blight  of  sorrow. 

Free  from  my  doubts  and  fears  ; 
Only  a  few  more  trials. 

Only  a  few  more  tears  ! 

3  Jesus,  my  heart's  dear  refuge, 

Jesus  has  died  for  me  ; 
Firm  on  the  Rock  of  Ages 

Ever  my  trust  shall  be. 
Here  let  me  wait  with  patience, 

Wait  till  the  night  is  o'er; 
Wait  till  I  see  the  morning 

Break  on  the  golden  shore. 

KANNV   J.   iROSBY. 

(^pyrfgbt,  1870,  aiidfu!t  t<i  music  by  W    H.  Dnane. 
U»cd  by  iwr.  liigluw  &  Main. 


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THE   CROSS   OF  JESUS. 

Hia  ohUiUt:!!  almll  liitvi:  u  iilucf  of  tvlwta."    fruv.  xiv:  K. 

1  Beneath  tlie  ("idsh  of  Jt'siis 

I  t'uiii  would  taki-  my  stand — 
Tlie  shadow  of  a  ini^lity  Ivock, 

Within  u  weary  hiiid. 
A  honi(!  williin  tiic  wiiih  rnesa, 

A  rest  upon  the  way. 
From  the  l)urnih<,'  of  the  noontide  heat. 

And  tlu!  hiir(hn  of  the  (hiy. 

2  O  safe  and  happy  shelter, 

O  refuse  tried  and  sweet, 

0  trystini^-plaeo  where  Heaven's  lovo 
And  Heaven's  justice  meet  I 

As  to  the  Holy  Patriarch 

That  wonilrous  dream  was  jjiven. 

So  seems  my  Saviour's  Cross  to  me, 
A  ladder  up  to  heaven. 

3  Th(>re  lies  heiieath  its  siiadow, 

Hut  on  the  furtlu>r  side. 
The  darkness  of  an  awful  i;rave 

That  gapes  both  deep  and  wide  ; 
And  there  between  lis  stands  the  Cross, 

Two  arms  outstretched  to  save. 
Like  a  watchman  set  to  guard  the  way 

From  that  eternal  grave. 

4  Ui)ou  that  Cross  of  Jesus, 

Mine  eye  at  times  can  see 
The  very  dying  form  of  One, 

Wlio  suffered  there  for  me; 
And  from  my  smitten  heart  with  tears, 

Two  wonders  I  confess. — 
The  wonders  of   His  glorious  love, 

And  my  own  worthlessness. 

5  I  take,  O  Cross,  Thy  shadow. 

For  my  abiding  ])lace  ; 

1  ask  no  other  sunshine 

Than  the  sunshine  of  His  face: 
Content  to  let  the  worlil  go  by. 

To  know  no  gain  nor  loss, — 
My  sinful  self,  my  only  shame, — 

My  ylory,  all  the  Cross. 

MIS.s  C  C.   CLEPHANB. 

Set  to  miiiiic  )>y  Ira  D.  Sankey. 

From  "  Ira  D.  Sankcy's  CoUecUoD." 

ALL   THE    WAY    HOME. 

1   All  the  way  home,  all  the  way  home, 

Hroad  roads   to  tempt  them,  and  fe^t  that  would 
stray. 
How  shall  earth's  pilgrims,  to  wander  so  prone. 
Walk  in  the  heavenly  way. 

CliOKUS. — God's  love  is  over  them. 
His  hand  if  le.adeth  them, 
Ctcntly  and  lovingly. 
All  the  way  home. 


2  All  the  way  home,  all  the  way  home, 

Climbiiii.'  life's  inr>uiii.iins,  .ill  ihoriMlad  and  htt-ep; 
Onward  aii<l  upward,  iIikhimIi  ^uldighl  and  glooiu, 
Jesus  His  children  will  keep. 

3  All  tlie  way  home,  ull  the  way  home, 

Neariiig  the  portals  of  glory  aii<l  rest  ; 
Checrfid  and  joyous  ;  wiiatever  may  come, 
Kiiuwiny  that  (Jod's  ways  ale  Ik\sL 

M.  r.  nEjivia*. 

Rrl  to  mualc  by  AiUin  Orila-I. 

From  "Bojkl  Cciui,"  by  jivr,  IlniiuuU'i  Hum. 


CROWN   OF    LIFE. 

"Whpn  ho  In  MeA.  he  ■hall  n<.lri-  Ihc  Pfnwn  of  lifp."- Jtrnta  I:  11 

1  Oh!  what  are  light  aflliciious  here? 
They  only  bring  the  promise  near, 
Of  lirighler  things  in  heaven  at  last, 
Wlien  all  these  changing  .scones  are  |»aRt. 

Clio. — Yes!  a  crown  of  life,  that  fachlh  imt  awny, 
The  Lord  w  ill  give  us  on  the  golden  shore  ; 
Yes  !  a  crown  of  life,  that  faileth  not  away, 
Shall  l>e  our  treasure  when  our  toil  is  o'er. 

2  Re  ours  a  faith  serene  ami  bright. 
Whose  eye  can  pierce  the  darkest  night, 
A  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 
And  lifts  the  soul  to  joys  above. 

3  By  grace  reiieweil,  by  faith  relincd. 
The  cheerful  heart,  to  (iod  resi^'iied. 
Can  feel  and  say  in  joy  or  pain. 

To  live  is  Christ,  to  die  is  gaii-. 

MKlt.   VAK   AUTTTM. 

From  •Pure  Gold."  Used  by  per  Bi«l>.w  k  M«ln. 
Oopyricfatn)  im. 

OVER    LIFE'S   SEA. 


1  Oh  I  wide  sweep  the  waters  of  life's  rolling  sea. 
Ami  strong  are  the  storm- winds,  unbroken  and  free 
'jNIid  gloom  an<l  'mid  i>eril.  out  rings  our  loud  cry. 
Save,  Lord,  or  we  perish !  Oh !   hear  us  on  high  I 

Clio.  O  Lortl  of  life's  sea,  we  call  unto  Thee: 

Arise  in  Thy  mercy,  dear  Lord  of  life's  sea. 

2  When  peace  spreads  her  pinio.is  abroad  o'er  the  wave, 
.Viid  hii>lu'd  are  the  temi)ests.  no  longer  to  n»ve. 
With  grati'ful  thanksgiving  of  soul  and  of  voi«'e, 
To  Him  who  hath  saved  us.  we'll  ever  rejoice. 

All  fearless  we  ride  o'er  the  billows'  mail  foam. 
The  Lord  is  our  pilot,  to  giiide  us  safe  home: 
Through  sunlight  and  sh.adow  He  ndeth  the  gale: 
Our  hoiK'  is  an  anchor  that  never  can  fail. 

rA>>T  CBAOWIfrK. 

a«t  to  mnsio  by  F.  I>  AnMtirof. 


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SINGING    ON    THE    WAY. 

"The  nuunmcd  of  ttio  Lord  shall  return,  and  come  to  Ziou  with  aoncs." 
Iita   XXXV  :  lU. 

1  We  will  swoelly  sing  on  the  golden  sliore, 

Wlieie  all  is  joy  and  gUulness  ; 

Foreverinorc  with  C'lirisi  well  reign, 

Released  from  care  and  sadneas. 

Cno. —  riien  along  the  way,  the  Lord's  liighway, 
With  voices  clear  and  ringing, 
Well  shout  hosanna  as  we  go, 
And  enter  Zion  singing. 

2  We  are  sure  our  Father  knows  all  our  need, 

Each  heartache,  pain,  and  sorrow  ; 
So  in  Ilis  hands  we'll  leave  it  all. 
And  trust  Ilim  for  the  morrow. 

3  We  will  sing  of  Jesus,  our  Saviour-King, 

Whose  wondrous  love  is  o'er  us ; 
Who  guides  our  footsteps,  lest  they  stray, 
Ami  makes  all  |)lain  before  us. 

4  AVe  will   sing  of  heaven. — our  home  above, 

With  all  its  joy  and  glory; 
And  to  the  worlcl,  where'er  we  go. 
We'll  tell  salvation's  story. 

M.  E.   8ERV038. 

From  "Crowning  Triumph,"  by  per.  F.  A.  North  ft  Co. 


INVOCATION. 

1  Enter  my  door,  beloved  Lord, 

And  sup  with  me  ; 
Though  so  unworthy  my  poor  board, 
And  I  of  thee. 

2  With  Thee  in  the  most  honored  chair, 

With  me  to  eat. 
The  poorest,  the  most  bitter  fare. 
Would  be  most  sweet. 

3  The  oil,  the  water  and  the  bread. 

The  corn  and  wine, 
With  Jesus  at  my  table's  head. 
All,  all  were  mine. 

AUUITSTA    MOORE. 

Editor  "  Plymouth  Notes,"  kc. 
South  Yarmouth,  Mass.,  13G6. 

IREJOICEI    REJOICE  I    BELIEVER 

2  Cor.  li :  17,  18. 
(Tunc.-"HV».") 

1   Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  believer, 

Tiie  conflict  is  not  long ; 
To-day  we  light  the  battle. 

To-morrow  sing  the  song. 
To-<lay  we  strive  in  sorrow, 

The  |)romised  land  to  gain. 
Wo  reach  the  goal  to-morrow, 

Forever  free  from  pain. 


2  Then  cheer  thee,  Christian  soldier, 

Tliough  hard  the  battle  press, 
Thy  Saviour's  ever  near  thee, 

To  aid,  direct  and  bless. 
To-tlay  we  toil  in  sadness. 

Through  paths  as  dark  as  night ; 
To-morrow  rest  iu  gladness. 

In  perfect  peace  and  light. 

3  To-<lay  we  part  in  sadness 

From  loved  ones  gone  before, 
To-morrow  meet  in  gladness 

To  part.  Oh  !  nevermore ! 
To-<lay  we  bear  in  silence 

The  buffetings  and  scorn  : 
To-morrow  hail  with  triumph 

The  resurrection  morn. 

4  Be  strong  in  heart,  O  Christian! 

The  conflict  is  not  long  ; 
To-flay  we  fight  the  battle. 

To-morrow  sing  the  song. 
To-<lay  we  toil  in  sadness. 

Nor  may  the  conflict  cease  ; 
To-morrow  rest  in  gladness. 

Where  all  is  perfect  peace. 

AN.N-A   UOLVOKB   HOWARD. 

Brooklyn,  N.  Y.,  1882.    " 

JOY.     JOYl     JOY! 

1  Joy!  joy!  joy!  there  is  joy  in  heav'n  with  the  angels; 

Joy  !  joy  !  joy  I  for  the  prodigal's  return  I 
He  has  come,  he  has  come  to  his  Father's  house  at 

last ; 
He  was  lost,  he  is  found,  and  the  night  of  gloom  is 

past. 
Blessed  hour  of  joy  and  communion  sweet. 
For  his  heart  is  full  and  his  love  complete ; 
His  Father  sees  him  and  hastes  to  meet. 
And  bid  him  welcome  home. 
Ref. — Joy  !  joy  !  joy  !  there  is  joy  in  heav'n  with  the 
angels  ; 
Joy  !  joy  !  joy  !  for  the  prodigal's  return. 

2  Joy  !  joy  !  joy  I  in  the  courts  of  heaven  resounding  ; 

Joy  !  joy  !  joy  !  o'er  the  prodigal's  return  ! 
Hark  !  the  song,  hark  !  the  song,  'tis  a  joyful,  joy- 
ful strain. 
Welcome  home,  welcome  home  to  thy  Father's  house 
While  his  eye  is  dim  with  the  falling  tears       [again. 
Of  repentant  grief  over  wasted  years. 
The  pard'ning  voice  of  his  Father  cheers. 

And  bids  him  welcome  home. 

3  Joy !  joy !  joy  !  in  the  radiant  fields  of  glory  ; 

Joy !  joy  !  joy  !   when  a  wand'ring  soul  returns. 
Let  us  haSte,  let  us  haste,  while  the  morning  sun  is 

bright ; 
Jesus  calls,  .Tesus  calls  to  a  land  of  love  and  light. 
AVe  will  journey  on  till  our  pilgrim  feet 
Shall  be  fouinl  at  last  in  the  golden  street; 
Our  glorious  Saviour  will  smile  to  greet, 

And  bid  us  welcome  home. 

FANNY  J.    CROSnT. 

Copyrighted,  1867,  by  W.  B.  Bradbury,  in  '  'Fresh  Laurels," 
and  uu>d  liy  per.  Bigluw  ft  Main. 


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JOY    IN    HEAVEN. 


1  There  is  joy  among  tlu-  !int;<ls, 

Wlieii  a  soul  has  bi-i'ii  forgiven  ; 
Wiien  a  weary,  wamhring  one 
Starts  on  tlie  road  to  heaven. 

2  There  is  joy  among  the  ransomed 

"Wiio  have  jjassetl  tlie  waters  o'er, 
And  reached  the  peaceful  mansioua 
On  that  celestial  shore. 

3  For  that  soul  is  safe  forever, 

And  the  blissful  work  begun, 
Whicli  will  end  in  final  triumph, 
When  the  crown  of  life  is  won. 

4  Though  the  news  is  heard  in  heaven 

Before  'tis  known  on  earth, 
Not  there  alone  is  holy  joy. 
At  this  new,  wondrous  birth  ; 

5  For  not  a  soul  is  found  below, 

That  knows  the  love  of  (Jod, 
But  longs  to  join  them  in  that  song 
To  our  redeeming  Lord. 


6  He  will  sh«-d  o'er  a  world  sin-benighted 
A  radiant  and  glorious  light. 
An<l  the  stars  in  bi>  crown  of   rejoicing 
Will  e\cil  ;dl  tliL-  gems  of  llii-  night. 


ACaSA  MILLS  BBOWX. 


"LET   YOUR   LIGHT   SO   SHINE." 


1  No  one  wlien  a  lamp  has  been  lighted, 

Will  hide  it  away  out  of  sight. 
But  place  it  where  all  may  behold  it, — 
Where  all  may  rejoice  in  its  light. 

2  So  the  Christian,  illumed  by  Goil's  Spirit, 

And  placed  in  a  dark  world  of  sin. 
Is  a  lamp  to  enlighten  the  darkness, 
And  trophies  for  Jesus  to  win. 

3  Ever  found  in  the  place  God  assigns  liim, 

With  a  heart  to  fultill  all  his  will, 
Chastisement  to  bear  unrepining. 
And  bid  angry  passions  be  still ; 

4  To  lend  to  GUxl's  suffering  children 

The  succor  they  so  often  need, 
Fron.  basket  anil  store  freely  giving. 
The  pt)or  and  the  hungry  to  feed  ; 

6  To  meet  with  a  kind  recognition. 

With  smiles  and  with  words  of  good  chccr, 
Those  walking  in  humbler  stations 
Thus  gaining  a  listening  ear  ; 


A<  UNA    Mil  IJ<    BHOWit. 


TO   THEE. 


**l4>td,  to  whom  >h4ll  wo  goT"— John  t1  :  CS. 

1  I  bring  my  sins  to  Tliec, 

The  sins  I  cannot  count. 
That  all  may  cleansed  ho 

In  Thy  once  ojuned  fount. 
I  bring  them.  Saviour,  all  to  Thee, 
The  burden  is  too  great  for  me. 

2  My  heart  to  Thee  I  bring. 

The  heart  I  cannot  nad  ; 
A  faithless,  wandering  thing. 

An  evil  heart  indeed. 
I  bring  it.  Saviour,  now  to  Thee, 
That  fixed  and  faithful  it  may  be. 

3  To  Thee  I  bring  my  care, 

The  care  I  cannot  flee. 
Thou  wilt  not  only  .share. 
But  bear  it  all  for  me. 

0  loving  Saviour,  now  to  Thee 

1  bring  the  load  that  wearies  me  ! 

4  I  bring  my  grief  to  Thee, 

The  grief  I  cannot  tell ; 
No  words  shall  needed  Ix*, 
Thou  knowest  all  so  will. 
I  bring  the  sorrow  laid  on  me, 

0  suffering  Saviour,  now  to  Thee! 

5  My  joys  to  Thee  I  bring. 

The  joys  Thy  love  hath  given, 
Tiiat  each  may  Ik>  a  wing 
To  lift  me  nearer  heaven. 

1  l)ring  them,  Saviour,  all  to  Thee, 
For  Thou  hast  purcliasetl  all  for  me. 

6  My  life  I  bring  to  Theo. 

I  would  not  Ik'  my  own  ; 
O  Saviour,  let  rac  be 

Thine  ever.  Thine  alone. 
My  he.art,  n>y  life,  my  all  I  bring 
To  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  King ! 

niAxna  bidlct  aArvaoAL. 
OOpTTifbt,  bom  "Soop  U  Orave  »nd  Qtuy,'  J.  NWxt  *  Oa . 


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WOMAN  IN  S ACHED  SONO. 


"I    WILL    RANSOM    THEM. 


HIS    PROMISES. 


Hoiiea  viii:  14. 


1  When  the  pale  messenger,  with  silent  footfall, 

Kilters  the  chamber  where  sad  watchers  wait. 
Stops  witli  a  breath  the  crimsou  current's  ilovviug, 
Leaves  the  still  iorm  like  marble,  and  in  going 

Opes  for  the  soul  a  strange,  mysterious  gate ; 

2  When  the  fringed  lids  fall  in  a  darkening  shadow, 

Over  dim  eyes,  sealed  in  a  dreamless  sleep ; 
When  waxen  palms  some  tender  hand  is  folding 
Above  fair  Howers  we  fain  would  think  them  holding. 

When  'reft  ones,  stricken  dumb,  nor  wail,  nor  weep  ; 

3  Say,  shall  the  mourner  sit  in  hopeless  sorrow, 

Lookini,'  on  death  as  an  unending  sleep  ? 
Saying,  For  me  there  is  no  bright  to-morrow, 
No  touch  to  light  this  gloom,  that  I  may  borrow  ; 

No  voice  to  comfort  in  a  gloom  so  deep  ? 

4  Ah !  listen  !   sounding  clear  amid  the  tumult. 

The  pains,  the  anguish-throbs  we  cannot  brave. 
There  comes  a  voice,  all  power  and  yet  all  sweetness, 
A  voice  of  promise  perfect  in  completeness, 

"  /  will  redeem  from  death  and  from  the  grave  ! " 

5  The  voice  of  Him  who  in  this  world  of  sorrow 

Trod  the  red  wine-press  of  God's  wrath  alone  ; 
Dying  himself,  that  we  might  rise  victorious. 
As  He  from  death  arose  with  triumph  glorious, 

To  share  with  Him  the  honors  of  His  throne. 

JULIA  P,  BALLARD. 


AUTHOR   OF    BEAUTY. 


1  Be  silent,  restless  heart,  and  feel 

Thy  loving  Saviour — "  peace,  be  still !  " 
Canst  thou  not  bear  the  chastening  rod? 
Canst  tiiou  not  tread  the  path  He  trod  ? 

2  O  fettered  spirit,  crushed  and  weak. 
The  bruised  reed  He  will  not  break. 
His  pitying  ear  their  murmuring  hears; 
He  treasures  up  thy  falling  tears. 

3  Yea,  though  thy  feet  with  thorns  be  torn, 
He  leaves  thee  not  alone  to  mourn  ; 

He  softens  all  thy  discontent,  * 

His  burdens  are  in  kindness  sent. 

4  Though  oft  invisible  the  hand 

That  leads  thee  toward  the  ]n-omised  land. 
Though  dark  thy  way,  of  this  be  sure, — 
His  faithful  promises  endure. 

M.   LOUISE  RUSSINO. 

Prom  "Christian  at  Work." 


DELIVERANCE    IS    AT    HAND. 


C.    M. 

1  My  span  of  life  will  soon  be  done. 

The  passing  moments  say. 
As  length'ning  shadows  o'er  the  mead 
Proclaim  the  close  of  day. 

2  Courage,  my  soul ;  thy  bitter  cross. 

In  every  trial  here, 
Shall  bear  thee  to  thy  heaven  above. 
But  shall  not  enter  there. 


1  Author  of  Beauty,  all  Thy  hand  hath  made 

Is  wondrous  fair  and  bright ; 
But  in  yon  glorious  arch  I  see  displayed 
Clearest  Thy  power  and  might. 

2  Tlie  earth  is  beautiful.     Thou  madest  it  so  ; 

But  sin  hath  marred  its  face. 
And  over  all  the  fairest  spots  below 
Still  leaves  its  staining  trace. 

3  Therefore,  O  Father !  to  yon  realm  of  light 

I  turn  with  awe  and  joy  ; 
Man's  finger  cannot  reach  the  radiant  height, 
Thine  imjjress  to  destroy. 

MUS.  WniTfHEK. 


3  The  sighing  ones,  that  humbly  seek 

In  sorrowing  paths  below. 
Shall  in  eternity  rejoice, 

Where  endless  comforts  flow. 

4  Soon  will  the  toilsome  strife  be  o'er 

Of  sublunary  care. 
And  life's  dull  vanities  no  more 
This  anxious  breast  ensnare. 

5  Courage,  my  soul ;  on  God  rely ; 

Deliv'rance  soon  will  come  ; 
A  thousand  ways  has  Providence 
To  brine  believers  home. 


MISS  FRANCES  M     COWPER, 


CHRISTIAN  ENJOYMENT  AND  EXPERIENCE. 


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STAR   OF    MY    ONLY    HOPE. 

"I  am  tbn  bright  and  morning  star."— Rev.  xxii:  16. 

1  Rise  in  tiiy  glory,  ()  tlioii  .star  ol'  tlio  inorning, 

If  on  the  desert  wild  my  pathway  may  be  ; 
Bri'ak  o'er  my  vision  thro'  the  night  clouds  above  me ; 
Star  of  my  only  hope,  shine  for  me. 
Recuaix, 

Millions  thou  hast  lighted  to  the  crimson  fountain's 

side  ; 
Millions  thou  liast  guided  o'er  the  deep  and  swelling 

tide  ; 
Millions  are  rejoicing  where  the  silver  waters  glide ; 
Ilast  thou  no  light  for  me  ? 

2  Rise  in  thy  glory,  O  thou  star  of  the  morning ; 

Come,  for  my  weeping  eyes  are  longing  for  thee ; 
Light  from  the  sunmier  land  of  ages  (eternal, 
Star  of  my  only  hope,  shine  for  me. 

3  Where  is  tlie  narrow  way  that  leads  to  my  Father  ? 

Here  must  I  linger  till  thy  dawning  I  see; 
Oh!  that  my  tired  heart  could  rest  on  liis  bosom! 
Star  of  my  only  hope,  shine  for  me. 

4  Lo  !  from  the  pearly  gates  of  Eden  descending. 

Star  of  the  morning  fair,  thy  beauty  I  see  ; 
Now  to  my  Father's  house  thy  beams  will  direct  me ; 
Jesus,  my  Guiding  Star,  praise  to  Thee. 

"ELLA  DAIE." 
Copyright.  1S73.    Set  to  music  by  ^Y.  H.  Doane  in 
"  Royal  Diadem."     By  per.  Biglow  &  Main. 

RECONCILED. 

1  Till  I  learned  to  love  Thy  name, 

Lord,  Thy  grace  denying, 
I  was  lost  in  sin  and  shame, 
Dying,  dying,  dying ! 

2  Nothing  could  the  world  impart. 

Darkness  held  no  morrow  ; 
In  my  soul  and  in  my  heart. 
Sorrow,  sorrow,  sorrow  ! 

3  When  I  learned  to  love  Thy  name 

O  Thou,  meek  and  lowly. 
Rapture  kindled  to  a  Hame — 
Holy,  holy,  holy  ! 

4  Henceforth  shall  creation  rang 

With  salvation's  story, 
Till  I  rise  with  Thee  to  sing, 
Glory,  glory,  glory  ! 


AUCR  CART. 


DIVINE   COMPASSION. 

C.  M. 

1  Jesus,  in  Thy  transporting  name, 

What  blissful  glories  rise — 
Jesus,  the  angels'  sweetest  theme, 
The  wonder  of  the  skies ! 

2  Well  might  the  skies  with  wonder  view 

A  love  so  strange  as  Thine  ; 
No  thought  of  angels  ever  knew 
Compassion  so  divine. 


3  Jesus,  and  didst  Thou  leave  the  sky 
To  l)(!ar  our  sins  and  woes  ? 

And  didst  Thou  bleed  and  groan  and  die, 
For  vile,  rebellions  foes  ? 

4  Oh  !  may  our  willing  hearts  confess 
Thy  sweet,  Tliy  gentle  sway  ; 

Glad  captives  of  Tliy  matchless  grace, 
Thy  righteous  rule  obey. 

^  ASSK  8TEELB. 

HE    CARETH    FOR    YOU. 

Tnne-"Home,  Sice.t  Home."  or  " Expotlulalion.- 

1  O  Christian  !  be  sober  and  vigilant  too  ; 
Remember,  remember  God  careth  for  yon  ; 
Let  not  life's  bereavements  or  cares  weigh  you  down, 
And  heed  not  reproach  nor  the  angry  world's  frown. 

2  The  proud  He  resisteth,  but  grace  ever  gives 
To  him  who  in  lunnble  devotion  still  lives  ; 
And  though  for  a  w  hile  He  is  hid  from  your  view. 
Remember,  remember  He  careth  for  you. 

3  In  this  blest  assurance  seek  refuge  from  harm. 
His  love,  of  its  sting  will  eacli  sorrow  disarm. 
In  .seasons  of  darkness  He  never  withdrew, 
He  careth  for  you,  yes.  He  careth  for  you. 

EMILV  P    WILLIAMS. 
Lawudale,  111.,  1882. 

INDWELLING. 

"  WhosocTer  shall  confess  that  Jesiis  is  the  Son  of  God,  God  dwcllcth 
in  him  and  he  in  God."— i  John  iv :  15. 

1  What  meanest  thou  to  ask  me  why  I  sinf. 
And  seem  all  dav  as  happy  as  a  kiuif  ? 

JSeed  1  repine. 
When  God  each  moment  proves  to  me  Ilis  love, 
And  that  bright  home  of  happiness  above 

Is  j)romised  mine  ? 

2  With  joy  and  gratitude  my  eyes  are  dim  ; 
I  needs  must  make  a  joyful  lioise  to  Him 

Who  gives  me  voice  ; 
He  is  my  God  ;   His  care  shall  never  cease, 
And  while  He  fills  me  with  His  perfect  peace, 

I  must  rejoice. 

3  How  full  of  joy  are  all  King  David's  lays  ! 
His  very  soul  pours  forth  in  notes  of  praise 

His  God  to  bless  ; 
"Oh  !   ble.s.s  the  Lord,  my  .soul,  for  all  His  care. 
Ye  lands  with  joyful  noise  His  name  declare. 

Thy  love  express  !  " 

4  Was  it  not  God  within  that  filled  his  soul 
With  liapi)iness  a  king  could  not  control  ? 

And  may  not  I 
Draw  in  communion  sweet  as  near  my  God, 
Until  in  Him  I  find  my  safe  abode. 

My  full  supply  ? 
o  Wluii  I  behold  His  handiwork  around. 

What  makes  my  heart  leap  forth  with  joyful  bonnd. 

My  tongue  sing  praise.'' 
I  own  His  hand  in  all  around  me  S|)read  ; 
I  have  acknowledged  Ilim  my  Light,  mv  Head; 

He  guides  my  ways. 


22G 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SOKO. 


G  And  God  williin  me  dwells,  in  all  His  grace, 
And  I  in  Him  have  ray  abiding  place, 

My  refuge  high  ; 
His  love  pertfcted  all  my  bosom  fills, 
Then  ask  ye  wliy  my  heart  with  iaj)ture  thrills, 

With  Him  so  niiih  ? 


From 


ALICE  M.   ADKINS. 

'Gems  of  Poetry."    J.  Dougall  &  Co.,  New  York. 


2  Blessings  all  aronnd  bestowing, 

God  withholds  His  care  from  none  ; 
Grace  and  mercy  ever  flowing 

From  the  fountain  of  His  throne. 
Lord,  with  favor  still  attend  us  ; 

Bless  us  with  Thy  wondrous  love  ; 
Thou,  our  Sun,  our  Shield,  defend  us ; 

All  our  hope  is  from  above. 


JANE  TAYLOB. 


THE   CHRISTIAN'S    HYMN. 

From  the  world's  disturbed  concerns 
Longingly  my  spirit  turns 
To  the  place  of  sweet  repose 
AVhich  the  Master's  presence  knows  ; 
And  I  rest,  content,  subdued, 
In  that  holy  quietude. 

Earthly  joys  are  frail  and  few, 
Cares,  oft  vanquish'd,  still  jnirsue ; 
Life  .soon  gains  its  farthest  height, 
Rounds  its  noon  and  sinks  in  night ; 
Ere  his  thirst  the  pilgrim  slakes. 
At  the  fount  the  pitcher  breaks. 

Stormy  clouds  above  me  roll, 
Yet  in  peace  abides  my  soul ; 
Sorrow  sits  within  my  door, 
God  doth  comfort  still  the  more  ; 
Death  itself  has  lost  its  sting, 
For  to  Christ,  the  Rock,  I  cling. 

Though  the  sun  forever  set, 
Though  the  earth  her  path  forget, 
Time  be  ended  and  there  be 
No  more  heaven  and  no  more  sea, 
Faith,  triumphant,  sees  afar 
Where  the  eternal  havens  are. 

When  that  morn  divine  shall  wake. 
And  celestial  chorus  break. 
When  shall  dawn  upon  my  view 
All  the  seer  of  Patmos  knew. 
Soul !  what  rapture  then  to  sing 
Li  the  presence  of  thy  King  ! 


FRANCES  E.  FOPB, 
Cleveland,  O.,  1882. 


FAR    FROM    MORTAL   CARES. 
8a  aud  7s.  D. 

;   Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating. 

Sordid  hopes,  and  vain  desires. 
Here  our  willing  footsteps  meeting. 

Every  heart  to  heav'n  aspires. 
From  the  fount  of  glory  beaming, 

Light  celestial  cheers  our  eyes, 
Mercy  from  above  proclaiming 

Peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies. 


FAINT,    YET    PURSUING. 

Judges  riii :  4, 
(Tuue-"G.  H.  3-80.") 

1  "  Faint,  yet  pursuing,"  we  press  our  way 
Up  to  the  glorious  gates  of  day ; 
Following  Him  who  has  gone  before. 
Over  the  path  to  the  brighter  shore. 

Chorus. — "  Faint,  yet  pursuing,"  from  day  to  day, 
Over  the  sure  and  the  blood-marked  way ; 
Strengthen  and  keep  us,  O  .Saviour,  Friend, 
Ever  jjursuing,  unto  life's  end. 

2  "  Faint,  yet  pursuing,"  whate'er  befall. 
He  who  has  died  for  us,  died  for  all ; 

So  should  they  come,  as  a  mighty  throng. 
Bearing  His  banner  aloft  with  song. 

3  "  Faint,  yet  pursuing,"  till  eventide. 
Under  the  cross  of  the  Crucified  ; 
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Sorrow  and  sijihinjj  will  end  at  last. 

4  "  Faint,  yet  pursuing,"  the  eye  afar 

Sees  through  the  darkness  the  Morning  Star, 
Shedding  its  ray  for  the  weary  feet, 
Keeping  the  way  to  the  golden  street. 

MR3.  W.  R.   GKI8WOLD. 

Set  to  music  by  Geo.  C.  Stcbbing. 

Copyriclit.  1877.  bv  F.  H.  Revell.     Used  by  per. 

LIFT    ME    HIGHER. 

"My  soul  thirstetb  for  God."— Psalm  xlii :  2. 

1  Lift  me  higher,  blessed  Saviour 

To  the  source  of  life, 
Where  the  living  fountain  floweth. 
Far  from  sin  and  strife. 
Chorus. — Higher,  higher,  lift  me  higher, 
In  the  light  above  : 
From  the  depths  of  sin  and  sorrow 
To  the  heights  of  love. 

2  Lift  me  higher,  that  triumphant 

I  may  sing  and  soar  ; 
In  the  calm  of  blest  assurance, 
Keep  me  evermore. 

3  Lift  me  higher,  for  I  languish 

Far  from  home  and  Thee  ; 
Draw  me  with  the  cords  of  mercy, 
Nearer,  nearer  Thee. 

4  Onward,  onward  I  am  pressing 

To  the  mount  of  God, 
Lead  me  up  the  shining  pathway 
That  Thy  feet  have  trod. 

MRS.   C.   L.  .SnACELOCK. 
From  "Sougs  of  Free  Grace,"  by  per.  D.  B.  Towner. 


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I    WILL   SING    FOR   JESUS. 

"Sinifing  and  making  melody  iu  your  heart  to  tlu;  Lord." 

1  I  will  sing  lor  Jesus, 

AVilh  his  blood  He  boujilit  me  ; 
And  all  along  my  pilgrim  way 
His  loving  hand  has  brou":ht  me. 

CuORUS. —  Oh  I   lu'lp  me  sing  for  Jesus, 
Help  me  tell  the  story 
Of  Him  who  did  redeem  us, 
The  Lord  of  life  and  glory. 

2  Can  there  overtake  me 

Any  dark  disaster, 
While  I  sing  for  Jesus, 

My  blessed,  blessed  Master  ? 

3  I  will  sing  for  Jesus  ! 

His  name  alone  prevailing. 
Shall  be  my  sweetest  music, 

When  heart  and  flesh  are  failing. 

4  Still  I'll  sing  for  Jesus  ! 

Oh  !  how  will  I  adore  Him, 
Among  the  cloud  of  witnesses, 

Who  cast  their  crowns  before  Him. 

MRS.    ELLEN  M.   GATES. 

From  "Siuging  Pilgrim."  Set  to  music  by  Dr.  Philip  PhilUps, 


"THY    FAITHFULNESS."' 


Psalm  Ixxxix :  2. 

1  Mine  eye  upon  Thy  faithfulness  would  gaze. 

And  pierce  the  very  heavens,  where  ever  lives 
Jesus,  my  faithful  Priest :  to  Him  I  raise 
In  constant  song,  my  praise  for  all  He  gives 
In  faithfulness. 

2  Imprinted  on  His  priestly  girdle,  shines 

Rovally.  His  faithfulness,  unchanging  still 
'Mid  ciiungoiul  windings  of  niv  paths  and  times, 
"  Yet  lie  abideth  faithful,"  luid  His  will 
Is  faithfulness. 

3  Gently  He  called,  and  drew  me  to  His  side 

In  faithfulness,  to  know  His  voice  and  smile ; 
Then  came  attii(aion's  dark  and  surging  tide 
And  fiery  trial,  then  I  proved  meanwhile 
His  failhfulnes".s. 

4  His  still  small  voice,  unto  my  lonely  ear 

Said,  "  Yea.  I  will  betroth  thee  unto  Me 
In  faithfulness."      Unshed  now  is  every  fear. 
For  Christ  is  mine  !   in  life,  in  death,  I  sing 


Thy  faithfulness. 


MAUIA    V.   a.    IIAVKROAL. 


|c;iniic  gliirit  goubnr  h  h  Stol^e. 

Jeanne  Marie  Bouveirde,  la  Hothe  was  borovit  Montargis.  France,  ia 
1648.  At  an  L-url.v  age  she  was  married  to  M.  Guyou.  a  man  of  wealth, 
who  died.ltaving  her  a  widow  at  the  age  of  25  years.  Through  severe  trials 
slie  had,  previous  to  this,  been  brought  into  deep  religious  experiences, 
and  the  high  degree  of  spirituaUty  whiclr  characterized  her  conversation, 
attracted  much  notice. 

On  account  of  her  Protestant  tendencies,  she  was  imprisoned  in  a  con- 
vent for  a  period  of  eight  montlis,  in  1688. 

She  wrote  and  published  prose  and  poetry  to  explain  her  religious  views 
called  "  Quietism."  A.s  she  could  not  refrain  from  expressing  her  sin- 
cere convictions,  she  was  again  imprisoned  iu  16^8,  first  in  castle  at  Vin- 
cennes,  then  in  the  Bastile,from  which  gloomy  dungeon  she-was  taken  in 
1702  and  banished  to  Blois.  While  there  she  wrote  the  following,  among 
many  other  bynms,  expressing  her  content  and  resignation  under  all 
curcumstauces.  She  is  also  the  author  of  the  hymn  beginning  — 
I  love  my  God,  but  with  no  love  of  mine. 

For  1  have  none  to  give; 
I  love  Thee,  Lord,  hut  all  the  love  is  Thine, 

For  by  Thy  life  I  live  ; 
I  am  as  nothing,  and  rejoice  to  be 
Emptied  and  lost,  and  swallowed  up  in  Thee. 
She  died  in  peaceful  triumph  at  the  age  of  nearly  70  years  dinting  her 
enforced  retirement  at  Blois.    No.  1,  is  as  originally  written  ;  No.  2,  is  as 
Itappearsin  ourhymn  books  of  to-day. 

CONTENTMENT. 

No.  1. 

1  O  Thou,  by  long  experience  tried. 
Near  whom  no  grief  can  long  abide. 
My  Lord !  how  full  of  sweet  content 
I  pass  my  years  of  banishment ! 

2  All  scenes  alike  engaging  prove 

To  souls  impressed  with  sacred  love ! 
Where'er  they  dwell,  they  dwell  in  Thee: 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

3  To  me  remains  nor  place  nor  time, 
My  country  is  in  every  clime  ; 

I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

4  While  ]>lace  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  hajjpiness  in  none ; 

But  with  a  God  to  guide  our  way, 
'Tis  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay 

5  Could  I  be  cast  where  Thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot , 
But  rejiions  none  remote  I  call. 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all 

6  My  country.  Lord,  art  Thou  alone  ; 
Nor  other  can  I  claim  or  own  , 

The  point  where  all  my  wishes  meet — 
My  law,  mj'  love,  life's  only  sweet ! 

7  I  hold  by  nothing  here  below  ^ 
Appoint  my  journej'  and  I  go, 

Though  pierced  by  scorn,  oppress'd  by  pride, 
I  feel  Thee  good — feel  nought  beside. 

8  No  frowns  of  men  can  hurtful  prove 
To  souls  on  fire  with  lieaveidy  love  ; 
Though  men  and  devils  both  condemn, 
No  gloomy  days  arise  from  them. 

9  Ah,  then  !  to  His  embrace  repair , 
]\Iy  soul,  thou  art  no  stranger  there  ; 
There  love  divine  shall  be  thy  guard. 
And  peace  and  safety  thy  reward 

MADAME  OUVON. 


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CONTENTMENT. 

No.  2. 
Phil,  iv  :  11. 

1  O  Lord,  how  full  of  .sweet  content 
Our  years  of  pilgrimage  are  spent ! 
Where'er  we  dwell,  we  dwell  with  thee, 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

2  To  us  remains  nor  place  nor  time  ; 
Our  country  is  in  every  clime ; 
We  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
Oil  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

3  While  place' we  seek,  or  place  we  shun. 
The  soul  tinds  liappiness  in  none  ; 

But  with  our  God  to  guide  our  way, 
'Tis  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 

4  Could  we  be  cast  where  thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  we  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 

MADAME  GUYOjr. 

RESIGNATION. 

P.salui  xc:  12. 

1  If  life  in  sorrow  must  be  spent. 
So  be  it ;  I  am  well  content ; 
And  meekly  wait  my  last  remove, 
Desiring  only  trustful  love. 

2  No  bliss  I'll  seek,  but  to  fulfill 
In  life,  in  death,  thy  perfect  will ; 
No  succor  in  my  woes  I  want. 

But  what  my  Lord  is  pleased  to  grant. 

3  Our  days  are  numbered  :  let  us  spare 
Our  anxious  hearts  a  needless  care  ; 
'Tis  Thine  to  number  out  our  days  ; 
'Tis  ours  to  give  them  to  Thy  praise. 

4  Faith  is  our  only  business  here — 
Faith,  simple,  constant,  and  sincere ; 
Oh  !  blessed  days  thy  servants  see  ! 
Thus  spent,  0  Lord  !  in  pleasing  Thee. 

MADAME  OUyoN. 

When  Madame  Guyon  was  imprisoned  in  the  Castle  of  Vincennes,  in 
169S.  she  nut  only  sang,  but  wrote  songs  of  praise  to  her  God.  "  It  some- 
times seemed  to  me,"  she  said,  **as  if  I  were  a  Uttle  bird  whotn  the  Lord 
had  placed  in  a  cage,  and  that  I  had  nothing  now  to  do  but  sing.  The 
joy  of  my  heart  gave  a  brightness  to  the  objects  around  me.  The  stones 
of  my  i)rison  looked  in  my  eyes  like  rubies.  I  esteemed  them  more  than 
all  the  gaudy  brilliancies  of  a  vain  world.  My  heart  w;is  full  of  that  joy 
which  Thou  givest  to  them  that  love  Thee  in  the  midst  of  their  greatest 
crosses."    This  sentiment  she  embodied  in  the  hymn  below. 

A    PRISONER'S   SONG. 

1       A  little  bird  I  am, 

vSluit  from  the  fields  of  air  ; 
And  in  my  cage  I  sit  and  sing 

To  Ilim  who  placed  me  tliere ; 
Well  pleased  a  prisoner  to  be, 
Because,  my  God,  it  pleases  Thee. 


2  Nought  have  I  else  to  do  ; 
I  sing  tli(!  whole  day  long  ; 

And  II(!  whom  well  1  love  to  please 

Doth  listen  to  my  song  ; 
lie  caught  and  bound  my  wandering  wing, 
But  still  He  bends  to  hear  me  sinsr. 

3  Thou  hast  an  ear  to  hear, 
A  heart  to  love  and  bless ; 

And  though  my  notes  were  e'er  so  rude, 

Thou  wouldst  not  hear  the  less  ; 
Because  Thou  knowest,  as  they  fall. 
That  love,  sweet  love,  inspires  them  all. 

4  My  cage  confines  me  round. 
Abroad  I  cannot  fly  ; 

But  though  my  wing  is  closely  bound, 

My  heart's  at  liberty  ; 
My  j)rison  walls  cannot  control 
The  flight,  the  freedom  of  the  soul. 

5  Oh  !   it  is  good  to  soar 
These  bolts  and  bars  above. 

To  Ilim  whose  j)urpose  I  adore, 

Whose  providence  I  love  ; 
And  in  Thy  mighty  will  to  find 
The  joy,  the  freedom  of  the  mind. 

MADAME  OUYON. 


TAKE  NO  THOUGHT  FOR  THE  MORROW. 

"The  Christian  should  be  like  a  little  bird,  which  sits  on  its  twig  and 
•ings,  and  lets  God  think  for  it.— Lutuer. 

1  Like  Luther's  bird,  I  sit  and  sing. 
Not  knowing  what  the  day  may  bring ; 
Nor  have  I  any  need  to  know. 

My  Father  doth  protect  me  so. 

2  I  do  the  work  He  gives  to  me, 
Not  heeding  what  or  where  it  be  ; 
And  more  my  Father  will  not  ask, 
Than  that  I  do  my  daily  task. 

3  He  sees.  He  knows  my  everj^  need, 
Then  wliy  should  I  take  careful  heed  ? 
He  bids  me  cast  on  Him  my  care. 
And  every  burden  He  will  bear. 

4  Each  day  will  bring  some  new  surprise. 
Some  token  of  His  watchful  eyes  ; 

If  trouble  comes,  to  Him  I  fly, 
Who  doth  my  ever)'  want  supply, 

5  Who,  then,  so  free  and  glad  as  I, 
With  such  a  Friend  forever  nigh  ? 
Beneath  His  shadow  I  may  hide, 
And  .safely  in  His  love  abide. 

6  And  .so  I  calmly  sit  and  sing. 
Content  with  what  each  day  may  bring; 
My  Father  orders  for  the  best. 

And  in  His  will  I  find  my  rest. 

.MARIA  A.  WEMT. 
Cuugtautinii|ile.  Aiiij.  5.    1882, 


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WOMAN  IN  SACKED  SONO. 


MY    PEACE, 

1  O  wondrous  Peace  I  canst  tliou,  dear  heavenly  guest, 
C'oiisciit  to  stay  witliin  our  liearts  ()])i)resse(l, 

'Mid  tlie  liarsli  tumult  of  our  worldly  care, 
Our  eini)ty  lioj)es,  our  jjleasures  liglit  as  air, 
Not  long  to  seek  thy  native  realm  of  rest? 

2  Thou  truest  refuge  of  the  soul  and  best, 
Thou  art  the  Master's  sovereign,  last  bequest — 

A  greater  gift  than  joy,  more  constant,  fair, 
O  wondrous  Peace  ! 

3  God's  angels  have  not  such  a  boon  possessed 
As  He  hath  granted  to  the  human  breast : 

"  My  peace  I  give,"  O  heritage  most  rare  ! — 
The  deep  repose  of  Christ  Himself  to  share. 
All  hail !  Thou  morning-star  of  day  most  blest, 
O  wondrous  Peace ! 

JULIA   H.  THAVER. 

Chicago,  1883. 


WHEN. 

1  If  I  were  told  that  I  must  die  to-morrow, 

That  the  next  sun 
"Which  sinks  should  bear  me  past  all  fear  and  sorrow 

For  any  one, 
All  the  fight  fought,  all  the  short  journey  through, 

'What  should  I  do  ? 

2  I  do  not  think  that  I  should  shrink  or  falter. 

But  just  go  on 
Doing  my  work,  nor  change,  nor  seek  to  alter 

Auglit  that  is  gone  ; 
But  rise,  and  move,  and  love,  and  smile,  and  pray 

For  one  more  day. 

3  And  lying  down  at  night  for  a  last  sleeping. 

Say  in  that  ear 
Which  hearkens  ever  :  "  Lord,  within  Thy  keeping 

How  should  I  fear  ? 
And  when  to-morrow  brings  Thee  nearer  still, 

Do  Thou  Thy  will." 

4  I  might  not  sleep  for  awe  ;  but  peaceful,  tender. 

My  soul  would  lie 
All  the  night  long  ;  and  when  the  morning  splendor 

Flushed  o'er  the  sky, 
I  think  tliat — I  could  smile, — could  calmly  say, 

"  It  is  I  lis  day." 

5  But  if  a  wondrous  hand  from  the  blue  j'onder 

Held  out  a  scroll, 
On  which  my  life  was  writ,  and  I  with  wonder 

Beheld  unroll 
To  a  long  century's  end  its  mystic  clue — 

What  should  I  do  ? 
G  What  could  I  do.  Oh  !  blessed  Guide  and  Master, 

Other  than  this  ; 
Still  to  go  on  as  now,  not  slower,  faster. 

Nor  fear  to  miss 
The  ruad,  although  so  very  long  it  be, 

Wlule  led  by  Thee?' 


7  Step  after  step,  feeling  Thee  close  beside  me, 

Although  unseen. 
Through   thorns,  through  flowers,  whether  the  tem- 
pest hide  Thee 

Or  heavens  serene. 
Assured  Thy  faithfulness  cannot  betray. 

Thy  love  decay. 

8  I  may  not  know ;  my  God,  no  hand  revealeth 

Thy  counsels  wise  ! 
Along  the  path  a  deepening  shadow  stealeth, 

No  voice  replies 
To  all  my  questioning  thought,  the  time  to  tell, 

And  it  is  well. 

9  Let  me  keep  on,  abiding  and  unfearing. 

Thy  will  always. 
Through  a  long  century's  ripening  fruition 

Or  a  short  day's. 
Thou  canst  not  come  too  soon  ;  and  I  can  wait — 

If  Thou  come  late. 

SUSAN  COOLIDOE. 
18^0. 

RELIGION. 

1  'T  is  religion  that  can  give 
Sweetest  pleasure  while  we  live  ; 
'T  is  religion  must  Supply 
Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 

2  After  death,  its  joys  will  be 
Lasting  as  eternitj' ; 
Be  the  living  God  my  friend. 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 

UARY  MASTERS. 


"WILDERNESS    REST. 

"Who  la  this  that  cometh  up  from  the  wilderness,  leaning  upon  her  Be- 
loved?"—Song  of  Solomon— Tiii:  5. 

1  Only  just  to  rest  upon  His  bosom. 

Only  just  to  loan  upon  His  arm  ! 
Calm  from  all  the  fretting  and  impatience, 
Safe  and  confident  from  fear  of  harm. 

2  'Tis  no  effort  I  can  make  will  bring  me 

To  this  place  of  sweet  and  blessed  rest ; 
But  He  holds  me,  keeps  me  there  forever, 
Folded  closely  down  ui)on  His  breast. 

3  Carries  me  o'er  mountain,  hill,  and  valley, 

Through  the  wilderness  so  long  and  drear  ; 
And  althougli  tiio  path  be  steep  and  rugged, 
Stayed  upon  Him  what  have  I  to  fear  ? 

4  What  though  round  me  all  is  scorched  and  thirsty  ! 

Ho  is  the  '•  shadow  in  a  weary  land ;  " 
Why  should  I  care  for  "  windy  storm  and  tempest," 
When  in  the  "  Hiding-place"  secure  I  stand  ? 

5  Then,  O  my  heart,  why  bodest  thou  of  sorrow  ? 

The  "  ovorlasting  arms"  are  round  thee  clasped; 
Jesus  shall  keep  thoe  till  that  glad  to-morrow. 

When  thou  shalt  stand  with  Him   '*  at  home  "  at 
last. 

QBOBOIANA  M.  TAYLOB. 


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A    MAN    OF   SORROWS,    AND    ACQUAINTED 
WITH    GRIEF 

1  Jesus !  I  glory  in  the  truth 

That  Tliou  art  vury  God  ; 
That  Thue,  the  shining  ones  above 
Ac'knowkulge  as  their  Lord. 

2  Tiiat  Thou,  who  wearest  many  crowns, 

luvitest  royally 
Thine  erring  subjects  to  return 
In  loyalty  to  Thee. 

3  But  Saviour,  when  I  cannot  hear 

Tiie  song  of  seraphim, 
When  Thy  dear  heav'n  seems  far  away, 
And  all  its  glories  dim  ; 

4  The  while  temptations  lure  from  Thee, 

Or  till  my  soul  with  dread  ; 
Or  when  I  mourn  in  loneliness, 
Some  face  evanislied ; 

5  'Tis  then  Thy  human  sympathy 

My  spirit  longs  to  know ; 
Qhl  wept  lie  once  as  mortals  weep? 
OhI  felt  lie  pain,  or  woe? 

6  Thus  questioning,  I  search  for  Thee 

In  sorrow's  gloomy  night. 

As  plantlets  buried  in  the  earth 

Reach  upward  to  the  light. 

7  But  .lesus,  Thou  in  earthly  ills 

llast  borne  a  wondrous  part  ; 
And  Thou  with  sympatiutic  glance 
Canst  read  tl\e  liunian  heart, 

8  With  all  its  doubts  and  weaknesses. 

Its  wisiies  and  its  fears, 
It;s  joys  and  sorrows  unexpressed, 
Too  deep  for  words  or  tears. 

9  O  Christ!    'Tis  glorious  to  know 

Thou  art  indeed  divine  ; 
But  to  Tliy  human  heart  I  bring 
This  human  heart  of  mine. 

ANSIE   I.   BMITB. 

From  the  "CoDgregktlookUiV'' Jul;  13, 187L 

FOR   JESUS'   SAKE. 

1  From  out  the  distant  centuries 

Is  wafted  on  the  air, 
In  clear  and  solemn  caflency, 
liis  most  pathetic  prayer 

2  Who.  first,  in  cliild-Iike  confidence, 

This  urgent  plea  did  make. 

And  asking  tlie  desired  gotwl, 

Asked  all,  for  Jesus'  sake  ! 

3  O  tender,  loving  plea,  it  drew 

Near  to  the  heart  of  (icxl. 
Sweet  with  the  fragrance  of  His  name 
Like  frankincense  out-i>oure<l. 


4  "  For  Jesus'  sake  " — "  For  Jesus'  sake  " — 

How  tlirilled  celestial  air 
When  to  the  inner  court  of  luaven 
Passed  tiic  imjjloring  prayer  ! 

5  From  exiled  lips  in  lonely  caves  ; 

From  martyr-fires  it  rose  ; 
From  dungi'ons  <ieep,  whose  dire  woo 

No  mortal  tongues  disclose ; 
C  From  ha|>py  luarts  in  happy  homes  ; 

From  iiannts  of  toil  and  care; 
From  beds  of  pain  and  weariness, 

Ascends  the  pleading  prayer. 
7  And  passing  out  from  Death  to  Life, 

This  plea  sliall  be  our  own  : 
"A  blissful  innnortality. 

For  Jesus'  sake  aloue  !  " 

ANMIB  LKNTUAL  MiHTB. 

Htoiiliigton.  Ct.,  1877. 

THE    MORNING   STAR. 

1  There's  a  star  that  shines  on  the  blest  highway. 

Where  the  ransoni'd  lieav'n  bound  are. 
As  a  fire  by  niglit  and  a  cloud  by  day — 
'Tis  the  Bright  and  Morning  .Star. 

2  The  pilgrim  weary  and  weak  in  faith, 

Hath  smiled  in  its  beams  afar ; 
One  died  to  redeem  him,  't  is  lie  who  salth, — 
"  I'm  the  Bright  and  Morning  .Star." 

3  Oh!  narrow  and  rugged  the  blood-bought  way. 

That  leads  to  the  pearly  bar. 
But  they  who  pass  it  shall  walk  for  aye 
By  the  light  of  the  Morning  Star. 

4  Shall  trial  and  sorrow,  so  sure  to  come. 

The  peace  of  the  spirit  mar  ? 
Nay,  brightest  in  gloom  is  the  light  of  home. 
Of  the  Bright  and  Morning  Star. 

MRS.  H.   T    ORIHWULD. 

INTO   THE    LIGHT. 

1  Long  I  sat  in  the  gloaming  sighing 
Over  a  faith  that  was  almost  dying. 

2  My  trust  was  shaken — I  could  not  |>ray. 
And  my  heart  cried  out  in  a  desolate  way, 

3  "  Oh  !  strengthen  my  faith  ui  Thee,  my  God, 
I  try  to  be  patient  beneath  tlie  ro<l." 

4  It  is  hard  to  .sjiy  "  Thy  will  be  done." 
When  our  treasures  are  taken,  one  by  one. 

5  If  Go<l  be  marking  our  path  each  day, 
Could  He  not  leml  in  an  easier  way  ? 

6  Like  one  lost  in  a  forest,  wlio  strains  his  car, 
I  Ii>ten'd  the  v»ii<'e  of  (Jod  to  hear. 

7  There  c.inu'  no  sound  save  a  drsolatc  moan 
Of  tile  wind  .is  it  sigli'd,    ".Monr,  still  aliine." 

8  Tinn  I  hop«'les,sly  ask'd  if  this  long,  dark  night 
Would  ever  be  followed  by  morning  lighL 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


[)  A  voice  canio  back  on  the  still  iiiiilit  air, 

'*  I  am  watcliiiig  thee  now  in  thy  dark  despair. 

10  I  remember  thy  vows  in  the  days  gone  by, 
Wiicn  thy  sun  shone  out  of  a  clear  blue  sky. 

1 1  "  Now  thy  way  is  dark  and  thy  faith  seems  lone, 
But  think  of  each  step  of  the  crucified  Ojic. 

12  ■•  Oh  !  falter  not,  child,  but  be  brave  and  strong, 
Thy  wayfare's  short  and  thy  rest  will  be  long." 

13  My  doubts  were  all  gone.     I  brought  mj'  care 
To  the  foot  of  the  Cross,  and  left  it  there. 

14  The  gloaming  had  passed  into  darkest  night, 
But  I  heeded  it  not,  I  had  found  the  light. 

MARY  FAANK  BROWNE. 

THE    LIGHTENED    BURDEN. 

1  I  used  to  come  with  a  burden  of  care, 

^lau}'  times  a  day. 
Kneel  low  at  the  feet  of  Jesus,  and  there 

"NV^ould  tearfully  pray. 
But  to  come  with  a  burden  so  often, 

Is  not  the  Lord's  way, 

2  So  now  I  come  with  a  heartfelt  praise, 

And  a  soulful  song. 
I  have  nothing  else  to  bring,  for  the  days 

Witli  mercies  are  strung. 
A  bright  love-chain  from  my  heart  to  Jesus' 

Draws  me  to  His  throne. 

3  What  have  I  done  with  my  wearisome  load  ? 

Why,  one  blessed  day, 
I  learned  I  had  just  to  roll  it  on  God, 

Ere  I  went  to  pray. 
And  to  carry  thanks,  the  heart's  best  jewels 

To  crown  Him  alway. 

4  I  give  to  sorrow  a  welcoming  word, 

'Tis  His  will  for  me  ; 
And  when  it  has  done  the  work  of  my  God, 

I  know  I  am  free 
To  roll  it  on  Him,  but  never  uplift  it. 

My  burden  to  be. 

5  "  He  inits  our  tears  in  His  bottle,"  for  keeping. 

AVIiat  tears,  you  say  ? 
I  think  they  are  tears  of  joyful  weeping. 

Too  glad  to  stay. 
The  jjraise  of  saints  in  the  golden  vials, 

God  shall  open  one  day. 

HISa  A.  C.  SCAMMELL. 
Milford,  Mass.,  1882. 

REST. 

"And  to  know  the  love  of  Christ  which  passeth  knowledge,  that 
ye  might  be  filled  with  all  the  fulness  of  God."— Kjih.  iii :  19. 

1  1  prayed  to  have  this  love  of  Christ, 

For,  Oh  !   I  longed  to  know 
Th<!  Ijrcadth  and  Icngtii  and  dejjth  and  height 

Of  Jesus'  love  below. 
Jlv  came,  and  swept  away  all  props 

On  whicli  I  leaned  with  pride  ; 
For  only  into  <'m))ticil  hearts 

Comes  Christ,  the  crucilied. 


He  humbled  to  the  dust  my  pride, 

And  yet  the  bruised  reed 
He  did  not  break — so  tenderly 

He  heals  the  hearts  that  bleed. 
The  Saviour  could  not  enter  in 

A  heart  so  full  of  sin  ; 
I  wept  when  His  clear  light  revealed 

The  vanity  within. 

The  calm  so  .sweet  has  come  at  last ; 

The  poor  tossed  heart  finds  rest ; 
The  tempest  drove  the  wearied  bird 

Into  the  sheltering  nest. 
The  storm  without  is  just  as  fierce. 

The  blast  is  at  its  height, 
But  all  within  is  calm  and  still — 

At  evening  time  'tis  liijht. 

For  this  new  life — so  sweet — dear  Lord, 

What  can  I  say  to  Thee  ? 
I  never  dreamed  that  Thou  couldst  give 

Such  perfect  rest  to  me. 
For  years  I  heard  Thy  pleading  voice, 

"  Oh  !  cast  your  care  on  me," 
And  yet  I  knew  not  how  to  trust 

These  weary  cares  to  Thee. 

More  heavy  grew  the  burdens  then, 

The  weight  I  could  not  bear  ; 
Helpless,  I  cast  them  at  His  feet, 

The  burdens  and  the  care  ; 
And  Oh  !  the  quiet,  peace  and  joy. 

The  fulness  of  His  love  ! 
Who  cast  their  every  care  on  Him 

Will  taste  the  joys  above. 

L.   M.    LATIMER. 

Mexico  City,  October,  1881. 


COUNT    THE    MERCIES. 

1  Count  the  mercies  !     Count  the  mercies  ! 

Number  all  the  gifts  of  love  ; 
Keep  a  daily,  faithful  record 

Of  the  comforts  from  above. 
Look  at  all  the  lovely  green  sjiots 

In  life's  weary  desert  way  ; 
Think  how  many  cooling  fountains 

Cheer  our  fainting  hearts  each  day. 
Count  the  mercies  !  count  the  mercies, 

See  them  strewn  along  our  way  ! 

2  See  !   Oh !  sec  the  countless  beauties 

In  the  charming  scenes  of  earth ! 
Think  of  all  tlie  untold  blessings, 

Clustering  round  our  home  and  hearth. 
Think  of  friends  and  precious  kindred. 

To  our  hearts  so  dear,  so  sweet, 
Think  of  heaven's  unnumbered  blessings. 

Can  you  all  the  list  repeat  ? 
Count  the  mercies  !   count  the  mercies 

Making  bright  paths  for  your  feet. 


CHRISTIAN  ENJOYMEA'T  AND  EXPERIENCE. 


3  Count  the  mercies,  tliough  tlie  trials 

Seem  to  nunibfr  nion-  nu-li  day  ; 
Count  tlio  trials  too,  as  nien-ies, 

Add  tlu'ni  to  the  grand  array; 
Trials  are  God's  richest  blessings. 

Sent  to  prompt  our  upward  flight, 
As  the  eagle's  nest— all  broken, 

Makes  them  Hy  to  loftier  heights. 
Count  them  mercies — count  them  mercies 

That  bring  heaven  within  our  sight. 

4  Count  them  mercies  which  shall  sever 

Cords  that  bind  our  sjjirits  down — 
Causing  them  below  to  grovel. 

And  forget  our  heavenly  crown. 
Let  all  earthly  ties  be  riven, 

Nests  be  broken,  hoj)es  decay. 
If  to  God  our  souls  be  driven. 

If  from  earth  we  soar  awav. 
"Wondrous  mercies  !  hallowedmercies  ! 

Urging  us  the  heavenly  way. 

5  Thus  we  find  the  purer  comforts. 

Richer  far  than  those  of  earth — 
Joys  unfailing,  hopes  enduring. 

Treasures  of  surpassing  worth  : 
Beams  of  bright,  celestial  radiance. 

From  the  Central  Source  of  Light, 
Spreading  o'er  each  scene  of  sadness 

Ilalos  gladdening  to  our  sight. 
Count  the  mercies — count  the  mercies — 

Filling  us  with  joys  so  bright. 

6  Let  us  number  all  our  jewels, 

Let  us  estimate  their  worth  ; 
Let  us  thank  the  Gracious  Giver, 

Strewing  blessings  o'er  the  earth  ; 
Let  our  hearts  o'erllow  w  ith  gladness. 

Let  us  tell  the  wonders  o'er ; 
Till  our  nudtiplying  treasures 

Seem  a  countle.ss,  boundless  store. 
Then  let  praises — grateful  j>raises, 

Be  our  language  evermore. 

MAS     MARY   D.  IMUa. 


THANKS    FOR    ALL 

1  O  Thou,  whose  bounty  fills  my  cup 

With  every  blessing  meet ! 
I  giv(>  Tiiee  thanks  for  every  drop — 
The  bitter  and  the  sweet. 

2  I  praise  Thee  for  the  desert  road, 

And  for  the  river-side  ; 
For  all  Thy  goodness  hath  bestowed. 
And  all  Tliy  grace  denied. 

3  I  thank  Thee  for  Ixxh  smile  and  frown. 

And  for  the  gain  and  loss  ; 
I  praise  Thee  for  the  future  crown. 
And  for  the   present  cross. 


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•1  I  thank  Tlue  for  tlie  wing  of  lovo, 
Which  stirred  my  worldly  nest;' 
And  for  the  stormy  clouds  which  drove 
The  flutterer  to   Ihy  breast. 

5  I  bless  Thee  for  the  glad  increase, 
Ami  for  the  waning  joy  ; 
And  for  this  strange,  this  settled  peace, 
"V^  hich  nothing  can  destroy. 

MBB.  JAWB  r.  CKCWMOa. 

A    RETURN    FROM    SEA. 
"Forth  from  the  deep." 

1  Preserved  from  peril,  o'er  the  surging  ocean, 
rp  ^;^}^'h'  ''.^'  f'lVring  breezes  homeward  driven, 
To  Thee,  O  Father  !  be  our  heart's  emotion 

In  grateful  j)raises  given  ! 

2  For  saving  care,  when  evening  skies  were  clouded, 

And  Arctic  dangers  compass'd  us  around, 
^^  hen  blinding  mists  our  hclpk-ss  bar.pic  enshrouded, 
Amidst  the  dread  profound  ! 

3  F(.r  night's  grand  worshijiping  of  sohnin  sj)lendor, 

VV  here  vestal  stars  their  watch  unfailing  kcej), 
And  wave  to  answering  wave  responses  reiider,  ' 
Deep  calling  unto  deep  ! 

4  For  day's  bright  i)ageant,  when  the  sun,  uprising, 

1  oured  Hoods  of  glory  o'er  the  eastern  main. 
Upper  and  nether  blue  in  light  bajjtixing. 
With  his  proud  glance  of  flame  7 

5  For  calm  and  shine,— for  stormy  winds,  careering 

With  marshall'd  hosts  across 'the  sounding  sea; 
lor  all  Thy  wonders  in  the  deep  apiiearingf 
Its  awful  mystery  ! 

6  For  these  we  thank  Thee  !  as  for  every  blessing  • 

For  home  regained,  for  loving  friends  restored  ; 
iSor  yet  alone,  by  feeble  lij)s  expressing, 
Be  Thy  dear  name  adored  ; — 

7  But,  he  our  lives  a  fervent,  glad  thanksgiving, 

Kach  thought  and  deed  rife  with  unccasijii;  praise- 
Neath  the  pure  influence  of  Thy  Spirit  living. 
Thus,  nass  our  earthlv  rlnvc  ' 


Thus,  pass  our  earthly  day; 


MART  C   WEMTEa. 


Rocky  HOI.  Oonn.,  Iggj, 

Ifsltr  gl.  Jloolt 

Wm  formerlra  Min  Hunt,  •  n»tlre  of  Vtrmniit.  Hhe  nurrfM  O  0. 
Poole,  and  1«  now  «  rcaldcnt  of  .\cw  York  City.  Hhc  1.  »  woU-kno»u 
writer  of  proM  W..1  v,  n«,  «ii.l  roucli  InUratwl  In  Uie  .UTwioiTicnt  of 
woman.  In  Harp,^^rii  "Cyclopedia of  Hritliih  uxl  American  T,»Ui.'  the 
editor.  Ep.li  Sargi-nt.  flnUhed  the  bo,ik  *\xh  two  of  Mm,  r.«K-.  poenu. 
High  cncomlunw  hare  hccn  pw«H>d  iii-nn  hrr  p-x-try.  it  hartn*  been  pri>. 
nounced  e<|ual  U>  the  production,  of  any  American  womwi. 

THE    TEMPLE. 
1    Come,  let  us  build  a  stately  t<-mple  here 
Unto  our  Gfxl ;  a  temple  spacious,  rare. 
Friend  of  my  .soul !     Togiih.r  we  will  rear 

Its  roof,  niiil  carve  it.s  columns  strong  and  fair. 
In  its  long  aisles,  beneath  its  glorious  dome. 

Where  iK'.iee  shall  surely  dwell,  our  wuU  will  fmd 
their  home. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


2  Tt  sliall  not  stand  beside  the  |)id)lic  waj' 

Wliere  ^lainmoii,  and  unrest,  and  turmoil  pass ; 
But  in  a  eo(d  and  (piiet  glade,  wliere  jday 

The  nunniuring  breezes,  where  tlie  billowy  grass 
An<l  hoar,  old  trees,  and  thickets  of  young  pine, 

'With  curious,  fragrant  vines,  shall  grow  and  inter- 
twine. 

3  There,  in  their  serried  pomp,  the  marshalled  stars 

Tread  down  with  awful  silentness  the  sky  ; 
Between  our  heads  and  theirs  no  prison  bars 

Beat  Itack  the  light,  or  screen  from  them  each  sigh ; 
Less  cruel  or  less  cold  than  human  eyes. 

They   look   in    ours   and    soothe    with   heavenly 
sympathies. 

4  Deep  as  our  lives  shall  its  foundations  be ; 

Its  walls  no  stronger,  wdiiter  than  our  souls ; 
Nor  sard  nor  i)ori)hyry  beyond  the  sea, 

Can  fashion  rhythmic  columns,  where  unfolds 
Such  aisles,  whose  graceful  arches  echo  back 

To  still  more  grace,  the  eye  on  its  delighted  track. 

5  And  all  its  pillars,  arches,  walls  and  scrolls, 

Cunning  devices,  hewn  with  jealous  care, 
■  Cut  from  our  lives,  quarried  from  living  souls, 

And  turned  to  stone,  shall  stand  forever  there. 
We  rear  a  living  Temple.     God  is  Love, 

To  Ilim  from  off  our  altar,  incense  floats  above. 


HESTEK   M.    POOLE. 


WE'RE   GOING    HOME. 

1  "We're  going  home ;  the  night  is  past, 
Zion's  fair  morning  breaks  at  last ; 
Wanderers  on  earth  no  more  we  roam, 
A  ransomed  throng  we're  going  home. 

2  We're  going  home  ;  glad  notes  we  sing. 
And  shout  hosannas  to  our  King. 
Across  the  ilark  and  angry  foam 

From  earth's  long  night  we're  going  home. 

3  AVe're  going  home  ;  the  morning  fair 
Is  siiining  o'er  tlie  waters  there  ; 

The  \H'M-ii  of  Ciod  lights  up  the  gloom. 
And.  in  that  light,  we're  going  home. 

4  We're  going  home  ;  on  that  bright  shore 
The  blight  of  sin  comes  never  more. 
No  wasted  lives,  no  shadowed  tomb  : 

To  joys  supreme  we're  going  home. 

5  We're  going  home  :  adieu  to  tears  ; 
Farewell,  vain  world,  and  all  thy  fears — 
To  me,  no  more,  can  evil  come. 

O  soul,  rejoice  ;  we're  gouig  home. 

Hits,    F.   A.    F.   WOOD-WHITE. 

December  20,  1875. 
PEACE. 

1    Ere  our  dear  Saviour  spoke  the  parting  word 

To  those  who  loved  llim  best  wlicn  iiere  below, 
Wliile  d('<|>  emotion  every  bosom  stirred, 

l\^^  said  :   "  My  peace  I  give  you  ere  I  go  !  " 


2  His  Peace — sweet  Peace  !     As  falls  the  summer  dew 

On  drooping  flowers,  so  fell  those  words  of  cheer 
Upon  the  earnest  hearts  that  dimly  knew 

Wliat  they,  like  their  dear  Lord,  must  suffer  here. 

3  His  Peace — Christ's  Peace  !     O  gift  most  rare  and 

strange ! 
Never  w  as  aught  so  precious  given  before ! 
Vain  trifier  lie  who  would  that  gift  exchange 
For  all  the  riches  of  Golconda's  shore  ! 

4  His  Peace — His  blessed  Peace !  Not  Joy,  the  bright. 

Bewildering  sprite  that  charmed  their  early  years, 

Wiien,  with  youth's  roses  crowned,  and  clad  in  light, 

Her  radiant  eyes  had  ne'er  been  dimmed  by  tears — 

5  But  Peace  that  walks  with  Patience,  side  by  side. 

Bearing  Heaven's  seal  upon  her  pale,  calm  face, 
Child  of  Submission,  whatso'er  betide. 

She  wears  the  white  robes  of  celestial  grace. 
G  O  Christ !  whose  human  heart  remembers  still 
The  pangs  from  which  death  only  gave  release, 
Strange    griefs,    strange  fears,    our    yearning    souls 
mu.st  fill. 
Withhold  what  else  Thou  wilt — but  give  us  Peace! 

JULIA  C.  R.  DORR,  ISSi. 


I    THANK   THEE,   GOBI    FOR  WEAL    AND 
WOE. 

1  I  thank  Thee,  God  !  for  all  I've  known 

Of  kindly  fortune,  health,  and  joy  ; 
And  quite  as  gratefully  I  own 
The  bitter  drops  of  life's  alloy. 

2  Oh !  there  was  wisdom  in  the  blow 

That  wrung  the  sad  and  scalding  tear ; 
That  laid  my  dearest  idol  low, 

And  left  my  bosom  lone  and  drear. 

3  I  thank  Thee,  God  !   for  all  of  smart 

That  Thou  hast  sent ;  for  not  in  vain 
Has  been  the  heavy,  aching  heart, 
The  sigh  of  grief,  the  throb  of  2)ain. 

4  What  if  my  cheek  had  ever  kept 

Its  healtliful  color,  glad  and  bright  ? 
What  if  my  eyes  had  never  wept 

Throughout  a  long  and  sleepless  night  ? 

5  Then,  then,  perchance,  my  soul  had  not 

Kemeniber'd  there  were  paths  less  fair  ; 
And,  selfish  in  my  own  blest  lot. 

Ne'er  strove  to  soothe  another's  care. 

6  But  when  the  weight  of  sorrow  found 

]\Iy  spirit  prostrate  and  resign'd. 
The  anguish  of  the  bleeding  wound 
Taught  me  to  feel  for  all  mankind. 

7  Even  as  from  the  wounded  tree 

The  goodly  jirecious  balm  will  pour ; 
So  in  the  riven  heart  there'll  be 
Mercy  that  never  flow'd  before. 


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8  'Tis  well  to  loarn  tliut  sunny  lioiirs 

May  <iui<kly  diiuige  to  rnournl'iil  shade ; 
'Tis  well  to  j)iize  life's  scatter'd  Howers, 
Yet  be  prepared  to  see  them  fade. 

9  I  thank  Thee,  God  !  for  weal  and  woe, 

And  whatsoe'er  the  trial  be  ; 
'Twill  serve  to  wean  me  from  below. 
And  bring  my  spirit  nigher  Thee. 

ELIZA  CXX>K. 

RIVEH    OF    PEACE. 

1  I  look  on  a  river  whose  beautiful  stream 

Unceasinirly  rolls  to  the  sea  ; 
Deep  blue  in  the  sunshine  its  ralm  waters  flow, 
Its  course  is  triumphant  and  free. 
CnORLS. — River  of  Peace  !  gentle  thy  flow, 

Gladden  our  hearts  wherever  we  go. 

2  I  see  the  long  swell  of  its  on-going  waves, 

I  hear  their  soft  wash  on  the  shore  ; 
And  it  seems,  as  I  listen,  as  though  unto  me 
Sweet  teachings  of  Heaven  they  bore. 

3  Thy  bright  billows  catch  the  last  gleam  of  the  day, 

The  first  trembling  starlight  at  oven. 
For,  tho'  shadows  of  earth  on  thy  borders  may  play, 
Thy  bosom  still  images  heaven. 


MIS«  L    V.   N, 

Set  to  music  by  T.  C.  O'lOme. 


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Jnnic  (l^Iittcnnuncr. 


Mrs.  Wittenmej-er  was  bom  In  Kentucky  and  educated  in  Ohto.  8h» 
was  Miss  Willarirs  predecessor  as  President  of  tho  National  Woman'a 
Christian  Temperance  Union,  and  continues  to  lie  one  of  its  must  ral- 
uetl  members.  She  is  a  woman  of  much  f<.rc«"  of  character,  yet  withal 
gentle  and  suave  in  manner.  Her  hymns  breathe  forth  much  spiritu- 
ality and  sweetness.  "  I  have  entered  the  ralley  of  blessing  so  swe«t"  la 
kuown  and  sung  rcry  extensively,  as  are  many  of  her  jimductions. 

Mrs.  Witt«'nnieycT  is  a  gifted  platform  speaker,  and  her  engagement 
to  lecture  under  the  auspices  of  tho  Grand  Army  of  the  Republic,  has 
been  a  most  successful  and  satisfactory  one.  Her  war  rcmlniscencea 
come  into  play  with  line  effect  in  this  field  of  tabor,  and  she  nerer  tails 
to  interest  and  eilify  an  audience. 

THE    MOUNT   OF    BLESSING. 

1  We're  climbing  tho  mount  of  blessing. 

We  are  seeking  a  city  most  fair, 
That  stands  on  its  glorious  summit. 
For  the  temple  of  God  is  there. 

Clio. — Come,  Oh!  come  ;  we'll  onward  and  upward  keep 
pressing. 

In  the  narrow  road. 
To  the  city  of  God, 
That  stands  on  the  mount  of  blessinjr. 

2  We've  heard  that  this  beautiful  city, 

Which  is  builded  of  jewels  and  gold. 
Is  the  home  of  our  loving  Jesus, 
And  His  face  we  may  there  Ixhold. 

3  lie's  gone  up  tlio  mountain  b«'fore  us. 

And  our  robes  an<l  our  crowns  will  prepare. 
And  lie  will  make  ready  Ills  palace. 
And  will  "raciouslv  welcome  us  there. 


4  The  way  may  be  narrow  and  ruggcid, 

With  its  dangers  on  every  liaii<l. 
Cut  still  we  will  follow  our  .lesu.s. 
And  go  up  and  possess  the  land. 

5  We'll  soon  reach  the  gates  of  tlie  city. 

Where  there'll  be  no  more  sorrow  nor  night. 
And,  crowned  with  His  saint.s  and  angels. 
We  will  walk  with  King  Jesus  in  white. 

AN.VIE   WITTC.VNVEK. 

But  to  miulc  >>y  .1.  K.  Hould,  in  "dungs  uf  Uladneat," 


GLORY    YET    TO    BE    REVEALED. 

1  "Eye  hath  not  seen  tht!  thing.s  prop.ared  of  God." 
No  jdants  that  spring  from  this  terrestrial  sod, 
Nor  trees  that  wave  upon  tin;  summer  air. 

Nor  a/iire  skies,  nor  forms  of  beauty  rare. 
Can  symbolize  tin;  treasures  laid  away 
Within  the  regions  of  celestial  day. 

2  "  Ear  hath  not  heard."     The  voice  of  melody 
Floating  across  the  solemn  midnight  sea. 
The  tender  tones  of  love,  the  organ  j)eal 
That  Alls  the  minster  as  the  people  kneel. 
The  carols  of  the  birds,  tho  sighing  breeze — 
God  has  prepared  far  better  things  than  these. 

3  "  Neither  has  entered  in  the  heart  of  man." 
The  faintest  shadow  of  the  wondrous  jilan, 
Tlu!  rainbow's  tinted  hopes  that  lure  th<;  soul. 
Yet  still,  with  baflied  jiinions,  miss  their  goal — 
All  lovely  dreams,  all  visions  of  delight, 

Arc  to  the  things  j)repared  as  dark  to  light. 

4  Of  that  fair  city  where  the  ransomed  dwell 
No  pen  can  write,  no  mortal  tongue  can  tell, 
IJut  those  who  fin<l  an  entrance  shall  abide 
Forevermore,  completely  satisfled. 

No  dread  of  loss  shall  cause  disturbing  fears. 
And  God's  own  hand  shall  wipe  away  all  tears. 

UCLEN  CIIArSfKV. 
New  Haren,  Ct. 

SWEET    REST. 

"  Therefore  In  the  shadow  of  thr  wings  will  I  rejoice."— Fsa.  Ixiil :  7. 

1  Tlu-re  was  rest,  sweet  rest,  in  my  weary  heart. 

On  that  day  when  I  made  Thee  my  choice  ; 

And  a  peace,  sweet  pe.ace,  that  will  ne'er  <Iepart. 

In  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings  will  I  rejoice. 

2  There  is  rest,  sweet  rest,  tho'  earth's  trials  wait 

On  my  soul  with  their  i)urd<ii  of  care  ; 
'Neath  Thy  g^ding  eye  all  my  f<ars  abate. 

And  Thy  tender  love  doth  shield  me  from  each  snare, 

3  ThiTe  is  rest,  sweet  rest,  ami  iny  .soul  grows  strong, 

When  I  feel  that  Thou  always  art  near; 
And  my  heart  shall  sing  thou;:h  the  way  l>c  long, 
For  Thy  presence  cit-steth  out  my  every  fear. 

M.    K     SKRVlWa. 

Fixiiu  "Holy  Voiooa,"  by  per.  E.  8  Uimts 


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PEACE. 


ANNIS  R.  FOLSOM.  1884. 


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WO  MA  If  IN  S  A  CUED  SONO. 


SANCTIFIED    AFFLICTIONS. 


DE    PROFUNDIS. 


1  I  wocp.  hut  not  nbi'llious  tears  ; 

I  inoiini,  but  not  in  liopeless  woe  ; 
I  droop,  but  not  with  doubtful  fears  ; 

For  whom  I've  trusted,  Hini  I  know. 
Lord,  I  believe,  assuage  my  grief, 
And  help,  Oh!  help  my  nnbelief. 

2  My  days  of  youth  and  health  are  o'er ; 

]\Iy  early  friends  are  dead  and  gone ; 
And  there  are  times  it  tries  me  sore 

To  think  I'm  left  on  earth  alone. 
But  yet  Faith  whispers,  "  'Tis  not  so — 
lie  will  not  leave  nor  let  thee  go." 

3  Blind  eyes,  fond  heart,  poor  soul,  that  sought 

For  lasting  bliss  in  things  of  earth  ; — 
Remembering  but  with  transient  thought 

Thy  heavenly  home,  thy  second  birth ; 
Till  God  in  mercy  broke  at  last 
The  bonds  that  held  thee  down  so  fast. 

4  As  link  by  link  was  rent  away. 

My  heart  \vej)t  blood,  so  sharp  the  pain  : 
But  I  have  learnt  to  count  this  day. 

That  temporal  loss,  eternal  gain  ; 
For  all  that  once  detained  me  here 
Now  draws  me  to  a  holier  sphere  : 

5  A  holier  sphere,  a  happier  place, 

Where  I  shall  know  as  I  am  known, 
And  see  my  Saviour  face  to  face, 

And  meet  rejoicing  round  His  throne. 
The  faithful  souls  made  perfect  there, 
From  earthly  stains  and  mortal  care. 

CABOLINB  B.  SOUTHET, 


WHEN    I    CAN    TRUST. 

Job  i :  xxi. 
C.  L.  M. 

1  When  I  can  trust  my  all  with  God, 

In  trial's  fearful  hour, — 
Bow  all  resigned  beneath  His  rod. 

And  bless  His  sparing  power  ; 
A  joy  springs  up  amid  distress, 
A  fountain  in  the  wilderness. 

2  Oh !  to  be  brought  to  Jesus'  feet, 

Though  trials  fix  me  there. 
Is  still  a  privilege  most  sweet ; 

For  He  will  hear  my  ])rayer ; 
Though  sighs  and  tears  its  language  be, 
Tiie  Lord  is  nigh  to  answer  me. 

3  Then,  blessed  be  the  hand  that  gave. 

Still  i)lessed  when  it  takes  ; 
Blessi'-d  be  He  who  smites  to  save, 

Who  heals  the  heart  II(!  breaks: 
Perfect  and  true  are  all  His  ways. 
Whom  heaven  adores  and  death  obej-s. 

EXIZAIIETU  COONEB. 


1  Cut  of  the  depths  to  Thee  I  cry. 

Whose;  fainting  footsteps  trod 
The  paths  of  our  humanity. 
Incarnate  Son  of  God! 

2  Thou  Man  of  grief,  who  once  apart 

Didst  all  our  sorrows  bear, 
The  trembling  hand,  the  fainting  heart. 
The  agony,  and  prayer  ! 

3  Is  this  the  consecrated  dower. 

Thy  chosen  ones  obtain, 
To  know  Thy  resurrection  power 
Through  fellowship  of  pain  ? 

4  Then,  O  my  soul,  in  silence  wait ; 

Faint  not,  O  faltering  feet ; 
Press  onward  to  that  blest  estate. 
In  righteousness  complete. 

5  Let  faith  transcend  the  passing  hour. 

The  transient  pain  and  strife, 
Upraised  by  an  immortal  power, — 
The  power  of  endless  life. 

MBS.    E.   E.   MARCr. 

From  "Methodist  Hymnal."    Edited  by  Nelson  and  Phillips. 


WE'RE    NEARER    HOME. 

1  We  know  not  what's  before  us, 

What  trials  are  to  come : 
But  each  day  passing  o'er  us. 
Brings  us  nearer  home. 
Refrain. — We're  nearer,  nearer  home. 
Our  blessed,  happy  home. 
Where  grief  and  sin  can  never  come. 
We're  nearer,  nearer  home. 

2  Though  dark  our  path,  and  lonely. 

And  clouds  our  sky  o'ercast, 
Let  us  remember  only, 
That  it  will  soon  be  i)ast. 

3  Whate'er  of  gloom  or  anguish 

Life  to  our  hearts  may  bring. 
In  doubt  we  will  not  languish, 
But  cheerfully  will  sing. 


Copyright,  1862.  in  "Golden  Showers." 


KATE  CAMERON. 

By  per.  Big'.ow  &  Main. 


GOD'S    DISCIPLINE. 

1  Our  hearts  are  heavy,  Lord,  and  faint 

With  weakness  and  with  conq'ring  sin, 
Oh  !  lead  us  where  Thy  gates  of  rest 
Invite  Thy  toil-worn  children  in  ! 

2  The  way  ofttimes  is  sorrowful, 

'i'he  sky  and  |)ath  is  cold  and  drear ; 
Bright  suunner  fails,  and  winter  .seems    . 
To  fill  the  weary,  weary  year. 


TUB  DISCIPLINE  OF  SOnnOW. 


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3  Bruised,  blocMliujr  lienrt,  and  waiid'riiif;  foct, 

'I'in-d  bruin  and  wayward  will  and  hands, 
Tliv  stroni;  desiru  is  tu  I'ullill 

i'lie  intasurr  of  Thy  Lurd's  commands. 

4  Oft  wiiat  ThoiJ  dost  we  know  not  now  ; 

Tliy  dt^alinj^s  suffer  dark  eclipse. 
IIel|)  us  to  trust,  and  trustinj^  know 
It  is  Thy  cup  jiressed  to  our  lips. 

IHAUOUK  a.  JEFFERT, 

Chicago. 
HIS   WAY. 

L.  M. 

(Tune.-"OIii  Hundrrd.") 

1  God  lets  us  fjo  our  way  alone 

Till  we  are  homesick  and  distressed, 
And  humbly,  then,  come  back  to  owa 
His  way  is  best,  His  way  is  best. 

2  He  lets  us  thirst  by  Horeb's  rock, 

And  huni^er  in  the  wilderiu\ss, 
Yet  at  our  feeblest,  faintest  knock 
He  waits  to  bless,  He  waits  to  bless. 

3  He  lets  us  faint  in  far-<3iY  lands. 

And  feed  on  husks  and  feel  the  smart, 
Till  we  come  home  with  empty  hands 
And  swelling  heart,  and  swelling  heart. 

4  But  then  for  us  the  robe  and  ring, 

The  Father's  welcome  and  the  feast, 
"While  over  us  the  angels  sing, — 

Though  last  and  least,  tho'  last  and  least. 

ANSA   F.    BCRSHAM. 

Auiberst,  Maaa. 

GOD'S    PROVIDENCE. 

1  0  God,  Thy  face  I  cannot  see. 

Thy  form  I  cannot  touch, 
Thy  "  still,  small  voice  "  I  cannot  hear, 
Although  I  listen  nuich. 

2  These  mortal  eyes  are  dull  of  sight, 

These  fnigers  are  so  numb ; 
To  all  Thy  voices  I  am  deaf. 
To  praise  Thee,  I  am  dumb. 

3  Was  it  to  quicken  my  dull  sense, 

Thy  voice  to  make  me  hear, 
That  Thou  didst  send  Thy  providence 
In  thundering  tones  severe  ? 

4  Hud  I  but  luurd  Thy  whisjiered  Word — 

8o  soft  and  low  and  clear — 
1  ne'er  had  known  Thy  thunder  tone. 
Which  now  I  know  and  fear. 

5  The  lesson's  taught,  but  it  was  bought 

By  pain  and  bitter  tear. 
Alus  !   that  I  did  not  reply 

To  love  instead  of  fear  ! 
(')  The  birds  in  air,  with  plumage  fair. 

And  voice  so  clear  and  sweet, 
T!iy  blessings  share.  Thy  love  declare, 

The  story  all  repeat. 


7  While  through  the  leaves,  and  moss-grown  caves, 

'I"hi-'  swallow  jjuilds  her  not. 
The  singing  birds  in  sweetect  words, 
Sinjf  on — "  God's  love  is  bkbU" 

8  The  sighing  breeze,  amid  the  trees. 

The  hills  and  woodland  <lells, 
Tht!  clover  nooks,  the  running  brooks, 
The  same  sweet  story  tells. 

9  The  storm's  dread  might,  the  rainbow's  light, 

Procluim  the  sann-  glad  wonl. 
While  thuniUr  crash  and  lightning  flush 
To  harmony  are  stirred. 

10  The  sweet  flowers  in  the  meadow. 

The  wild  beasts  in  the  wootl, 
The  jilants,  streams,  lakes,  and  ocean, 
All  whisper,  "  God  is  good." 

11  Oh  I  that  my  song  might  now  ascend 

In  nmsic,  soft  and  sweet. 
With  nature's  melody  to  blend, 
In  harmony  complete. 

12  Jesus,  attune  my  heart  aright. 

And  teach  my  lij)s  to  praise ; 
That  I  may  sing  both  day  and  night. 
And  serve  Thee  all  my  days. 

LEVA  ARMHTROXa. 

P-alTiUe.  Nct>.,  1884. 

From  "Genu  of  Po'try." 

Jobs  Ouogall  k  Co.,  New  York. 


HIS  JEWELS. 

1  When  the  Lord  makes  up  His  jewel.«, 

Choosing  gems  of  every  hue. 
Pearls  and  diamonds,  rubies,  sapphires. 

Showing  flawless  through  and  through, 
Could  I  be  the  least  among  them, 

Smallest  gem  that  love  could  see. 
And  His  eye  detect  the  brightness. 

That  would  be  enough  for  me. 

2  Precious  stones  are  cut  and  polished 

By  the  lapiilary's  skill. 
Cruel  knife  and  rasping  friction 

Work  on  each  the  master's  wilL 
Not  until  the  sparkling  facets 

With  an  eijual  luster  glow. 
Does  the  artist  choose  a  setting 

For  the  gem  perfected  so. 

3  Thus  I  wait  the  royal  pleasure. 

And  when  tniuble  comes  to  me. 
Smile  to  think  He  may  Im-  working 

On  the  gem.  though  !<niall  it  be. 
All  I  a>k  is  strength  to  bear  it. 

Faith  ami  patience  to  be  still  ; 
Held  by  Him,  no  knife  can  slay  me^ 

Loving  Hiiu,  no  anguiAh  kill. 

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iVUMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


AT   THE    CROSS. 

1  Before  Thy  cross,  dear  T^onl,  I  f:ill ; 
Out  of   tlie  deptlis  to  Tlici;  1  call, 

O  Friciicl  and  Helper,  one  and  all! 

2  O  dearest  Lord,  Thy  tender  eye 
Uehnkes,   yet  pities  my  lone  cry, 
When  staggering  'neatli  luy  cross  I  lie. 

3  Poor  hiiiuan  heart,  with  human  needs, 
How  many  are  its  broken  reeds, 
Grasped  till  the  hand  in  torture  bleeds. 

4  How  many  gourds  have  felt  the  blight ! 
How  many  stars  have  lost  their  light ! 
How  many  suns  gone  down  in  night ! 

5  All,  all  are  gone  like  barks  at  sea, 
Lost  in  the  dread  immensity  ; 
And  now  I  stand  alone  with  Thee. 

6  All  prostrate  at  Thy  cross  I  kneel, 
For  Thou  canst  all  our  sorrows  feel, 
And  Thy  dear  iiand  our  wounds  can  heal. 

7  No  more  I  mark  the  dreary  road 

My  bleeding  feet  so  long  have  trod, — 
Content  to  be  aloue  with  God. 

ELIZABETH  OAKES  SMITH. 


JOY   IN   SORROW, 

"Your  sorrow  Bball  be  tamed  into  joy."— John  xvi :  20. 
(Tune-O.  H.,  2-18.) 

1  I've  found  a  joy  in  sorrow, 

A  secret  bahn  for  pain, 
A  beautiful  to-morrow 

Of  sunshine  after  rain  ; 
I've  found  a  branch  of  healing 

Near  every  bitter  spring, 
A  whispered  promise  stealing 

O'er  every  broken  string. 

2  I've  found  a  glad  hosanna 

For  every  woe  and  wail ; 
A  handful  of  sweet  manna 

When  grapes  of  F^shcol  fail ; 
I've  found  a  Rock  of  Ages 

When  desert  wells  are  dry  ; 
And,  after  weary  stages, 

I've  found  an  P^lim  nigh. 

MBH.  JANE  CREWDSON. 
Died  18C3. 


THOUGHTLESS    LED    AWAY. 

"  Wert  thou  thoughtless  led  away 
IJy  each  folly  of  the  day  ? 
Cieaving  to  the  things  of  earth, 
Mindless  of  thy  heavenly  birth  ? 
liless  the  hours  which  broke  their  spell, 
Made  thee  sick  to  make  thee  well.'! 

CUAHLUTTE  KLUUT. 


A    FIRST   SORROW. 

1  Ari.se  !  this  day  shall  shine 

Foreverniore, 
To  thee  a  star  divine 

On  Time's  dark  shore. 

2  Till  now  thy  soul  has  been 

All  glad  and  gay  ; 
Bid  it  awake,  and  look 
At  grief  to-day  ! 

3  No  shade  has  come  between 

Thee  and  the  sun  ; 
Like  some  long  childish  dream 
Thy  life  has  run  : 

4  But  now  the  stream  has  reached 

A  dark,  deep  sea, 
And  Sorrow,  dim  and  crowned, 
Is  waiting  thee. 

5  Each  of  God's  soldiers  bears 

A  sword  divine  : 
Stretch  out  thy  trembling  hands 
To-day  for  thine  I 

6  To  each  anointed  priest 

God's  summons  came  : 
O  Soul,  He  speaks  to-<lay, 
And  calls  thy  name. 

7  Then,  w-ith  slow,  reverent  step. 

And  beating  heart. 
From  out  thy  joyous  days 
Thou  must  depart, 

8  And,  leaving  all  behind, 

Come  forth  alone, 
To  join  the  chosen  band 
Around  the  throne. 

9  Raise  up  thine  eyes — be  strong, 

Nor  cast  away 
The  crown  that  God  has  given 
Thy  soul  to-<lay  ! 


ADELAIDE   ANNE    PROCTOR. 


FROM    A    POEM    ENTITLED    "INVOCATION." 

1  O  Thou !   most  kind  and  merciful !  who  never 
Shut  out  a  wanderer  from  the  fold  forever  ; 

Look  from  the  bastions  of  the  shining  city, 
In  tender  pity. 

2  Bereaved  and  weary,  worn  with  heavy  trials, 
With  keen  reproaches  and  with  sore  denials ; 

Through  tribulations,  tempest,  flood  and  fire, 
Lead  us  up  higher. 

3  Since  the  dear  idols  whom  we  love  and  cherish 
Fall  to  the  earth  and  fade,  and  fail,  and  perish. 

Grant  in  the  awful  anguish  of  afiliction. 
Thy  benediction. 

4  Teach  us  our  duty,  give  us  strength  to  do  it ; 
Show  us  the  way.  and  help  us  to  pursue  it ; 

Strengthen  our  purpose,  aid  our  weak  endeavor. 
Keep  us  forever. 

MARY   r.   TUCKER. 


THE  DISCIPLINE  OF  SORROW. 


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IT    IS    I:    BE    NOT   AFRAID. 

"  Bo  of  kcxhI  cbucr :  It  U  I  ;  l><i  not  afraid. "  —  Murk  v  1 :  90. 

1  Lonely  i)ilj,'riiii,  jiit  tlioii  \vc:iry 

Willi  tlio  bunUii.s  daily  buruo  ? 
Dof.s  the  way  suuiii  dark  and  dreary, 

And  thy  lot  in  lil'u  forlorn? 
Gird  thy  breastplate  clo.se  around  thee, 

Hold  it  la.'^t,  the   S|)irit's  blade, 
Let  the  shield  of  fuiili  adoru  thee : 
"  It  is  I ;  bo  not  afraid." 
CiioKLs. — Bear  thy  cross  in  sweet  subDiission, 
Look  to  me,  bo  not  di.snuiyed, 
By  and  by,  a  j^lad  fruition  : 
"  It  is  I ;  bo  not  afraid." 

2  Thou<;h  thy  feet  are  often  bleeding 

From  the  thorns  alon^  the  way, 
All  the  grace  my  child  is  needing, 

I  will  give  thee  day  by  day  ; 
Those  I  love  I  chasten  sorely, 

Thus  to  sweetly  j)urify  ; 
That  each  child  be  litteil  wholly 

For  the  perfect  house  on  high. 

3  Though  beneath  the  clouds  of  sorrow, 

Let  thine  armor  briglitlv  shine  ; 
There  shall  dawn  a  glad  to-morrow 
For  each  trusting  cliilil  of  mine  ; 
I  will  ever  journey  with  thee. 

Sooth  thee  when  with  sorrows  weighed ; 
I,  at  last,  a  crown  will  give  tliee ; 
Journey  on,  "  be  not  afraid." 

MRH.  nARittrr  Josm, 

Frsm  "Snngi  of  Free  Gnuje,"  by  per.  D.  B.  Towner. 

Sot  to  miuio  by  D.  B.  Toamer, 


5  Father,  forsake  me  not ! 

O  Christ.  I  look  to  Thee  ; 
And  bv   Thy  mitiniglit  agony. 
Do  Thou  I'enicniber  me. 


Jliina 


Hiipton. 


Anna  Slilpton  Is  tlio  author  of  "  Pnvloii*  Cvnm  fur  tlic  Sarlnur'* 
Dia.lum."  published  In  1962.  "Thr  I!ro<ik  In  the  Way,"  "Origiiml  Ilyiuu* 
and  Poi'uis,"  "TUti  eotta^o  oo  tho  Ruck,"  aud  other  bookj. 

THE   VIGIL. 

1  Father,  my  cup  is  full  ! 

My  trembling  soul  I  raisin  ; 
Oh  !  save  me  in  this  solemn  hour, 
Thy  niiglit  and  love  to  praise. 

2  Father,  my  cup  is  full  I 

But  One  hath  drunk  before. 
And  lor  our  sins  Thy  face  was  hid, 
Wiien  the  bitter  draught  ran  o'er. 

3  Father,  mv  cup  is  full  ! 

But   Thou  dost  bid  me  <1riiik  ; 
I  know  Thy  love  the  chalice  mi.\ed, 
And  yet  I  faint — I  shrink. 

4  Alone  lie  drank  the  cup, 

The  holy,  sinless  One. 
That  not  one  soul  on  earth  again 
Should  tlrain  the  dregs  alone. 


A.vM.t  luirroii. 


OUT   OF   THE   NIGHT. 

1  WHiat  though  wo  are  late  in  the  cold,  starless  night ! 

Still  nearer  we  draw  to  our  own  Father's  door  ; 
And  out  from  the  tempest  and  into  tin-  light 

We  surely  shall  come  when  our  journey  is  o'er. 

2  The  burdens  that  crush  us  well-nigh  to  the  dust. 

The  anguish  that  tortures,  the  terrors  and  fears, 
Are  known  to  the  Heart  in  whose  love  we  may  trust. 
That  watcheth   our   stumbling,  tiiat  counteth  our 
tears. 

3  The  way  growcth  lonely,  the  sky  is  more  drear. 

The  helpers  who  loved  us  liave  passed  through  the 
tomb  ; 
But  He  who  is  mightiest  still  is  most  near; 

Let  us  reach  forth  our  hand  uiid  meet  His  in   tho 
gloom. 

4  The  false  fires  are  dancing  to  dazzle  our  sight  ; 

There  is  danger  around,  there  is  darkness  before. 
But  look  !  through  the  casement  doth  shine  out  the 
light, 
As  nearer  we  draw  to  our  own  Father's  door ! 

I'N'A    LUCKS   BAILir. 


TOUCHED    WITH    A    FEELING    OF   OUR    IN- 
FIRMITIES. 

1  When,  wounded  sore,  the  stricken  soul 

Lies  bleeding  and  uidK)und, 
One  only  hand,  a  pierced  hand. 
Can  salve  the  sinner's  wound. 

2  When  sorrow  swells  the  laden  breast, 

And  iv.ws  of  anguisli  How, 

One  only  heart,  a  broken  heart. 

Can  feel  tho  sinner's  woe. 

8  When  penitence  has  wept  in  vain 
Over  some  foul,  dark  spot. 
One  only  stream,  a  stream  of  bloo<l, 
Can  wash  away  the  spot- 

4  'T  is  Jesns'  bloo<l  that  washes  white, 

His  hand  that  brings  relief; 
His  heart  that's  touched  witii  all  our  joyn, 
Anil  feeleth  for  our  grief. 

5  Lift  up  Tliy  bleeding  hand,  O  Lonl ! 

Inseal  that  cleansing  tide  ; 
We  have  no  shelter  from  our  sin 
But  in  Thy  wounde<l  side. 

CtCII.  ntAICrta  AUXAMPUL 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


RECONCILIATION. 

1  Since  thy  I'atlicr's  arm  sustains  thee, 

I'cacei'ul  be : 
When  a  eliasteiiing  hand  restrains  thee, 

It  is  lie  ; 
Know  His  love,  in  full  completeness. 
Fills  the  measure  of  thy  weakness  ; 
If  lie  wound  thy  spirit  sore, 

Trust  Ilim  more. 

2  Fearest  sometimes  that  thy  Father 

Hath  forgot? 
When  the  clouds  around  thee  gather, 

Doubt  Ilim  not! 
Always  hath  the  daylight  broken, 
Always  hath  He  co'mfort  spoken, 
Belter  hath  He  been  for  years 

Than  thy  fears. 

3  Therefore,  whatsoe'er  betideth, 

Night  or  day, 
Know  His  love  for'thce  provideth 

Good  alway  : 
Crown  of  sorrow  gladly  take, 
CJrateful  wear  it  for  His  sake, 
Sweetly  bending  to  His  will, 

Lie  tiiou  still. 

4  To  His  own  the  Saviour  giveth 

Daily  strength  : 
To  each  troubled  soul  that  liveth 

Peace  at  length  ; 
Weakest  lambs  have  largest  share 
Of  this  tender  Shepherd's  care  : 
Ask  not  why,  when,  or  how. 

Only  bow ! 

FANNIK    STEWART. 

THE    POLAR    STAR. 

1  Weary  wanderer  o'er  the  main, 
Seekiiig  for  thy  home  again, 
Through  the  gathering  mists  that  rise. 
Veiling  thy  natal  skies  ; 

Look  i)eyond,  there's  light  for  thee, 
Streamini:  o'er  the  turbid  sea. 
Rkkraix.— Softly  it  smiles,  though  distant  far. 
The  beautiful  polar  star. 

2  Stranger,  on  a  rocky  strand, 
Longing  for  thy  father-land, 
Throu'di  the  gathering  clouds  that  rise. 
Veiling  thy  natal  skies  ; 

Look  beyond,  there's  hope  for  thee, 
Dawning  o'er  the  tranquil  sea. 

3  Lonely  watcher,  pale  with  grief, 
Thou  shall  tind  a  sweet  reli<'f. 
Though  thy  tears  unheeded  fall, 
Jesus  will  count  them  all ; 

Look  beyond,  there's  joy  for  thee, 

Breaking  o'er  a  troubled  sea.  ^^^^^^  ^„„^„^. 

Copyright  by  T.  E.  Perkius  In  "  Ni-w  Shining  Star." 
kud  tuvd  l>y  per. 


EVER   NEAR    ME. 

Jesus,  I  am  never  weary 

When  upon  this  bed  of  pain. 

If  Thy  presence  only  cheer  me. 
All  my  loss  I  count  but  gain. 

Ever  near  me, 
Ever  uear  me.  Lord,  remain. 


Frtiin  a  hymn  by  MRS.  WEIss. 
Daughter  of  Archbishop  Whately. 


COME    TO    ME. 


L.  M. 


1  With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around  ; 
Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  sea ; 
Yet,  'mid  the  gloom,  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heavenly  whisper,  "  Come  to  me." 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest ; 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee  : 
Oh  !  to  the  weary,  faint,  oppressed. 
How  sweet  ihe  bidding,  '*  Come  to  me  !  " 

3  "  Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die ! 
Earth  is  no  resting-place  for  thee ; 
To  heaven  direct  thy  weeping  eye, 

I  am  thy  portion  ;  come  to  me." 

4  O  voice  of  mercy  !  voice  of  love  ! 
In  conflict,  grief,  and  agony, 
Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above  ! 
And  gently  whisper,  "  Come  to  me." 

CH.4RI.OTIE   ELLIOT. 


BE   NEAR    ME. 

1  Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  my  pleadings. 

Turn  me  not  away,  I  pray ; 
Grant  to  guard  me  and  protect  me. 

Keep  me  in  this  trying  day. 
See,  the  storm  is  raging  round  me, 

Sin's  wild  waves  are  swelling  high  ; 
Take  me  closer,  blessed  Saviour, 

Let  me  feel  thy  presence  nigh. 

2  Earth  is  lashed  with  winds  of  fury. 

As  they  sweep  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Sparing  not  the  sea  nor  ocean. 

Gathering  strength,  they  onward  roll  ; 
They  are  rising  higher,  higher, 

Swelling  for  one  dreadful  blast ; 
But  be  near  me,  O  my  Saviour, 

And  I  '11  fear  not  to  the  last. 

3  Strong  men's  hearts  are  quailing,  failing, 

As  "they  faint  and  fearful  grow  ; 
For  the  omens  thickly  gather 

Of  that  day  of  death  and  woe  ; 
And  they  grow  more  wild  and  reckless. 

Restless  as  the  foaming  sea. 
Yet  if  Thou  art  near,  dear  Saviour, 

All  will  joyful,  peaceful  be. 


TFIE  DISCIPLINE  Of  Soli  Hon'. 


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4  Iluik  the  jjroanings  of  tlie  nations, 

As  they  tottt-r  to  and  Iro, 
(Jn  lliiir  iitliii'j  strurtuivs  waitinj' 

For  tlitir  liiial  oviitliiow, 
Stincil  as  to  tlu-ir  vtrv  oi-ntiT 

'Mill  the  din  and  c-hi.sli  of  arms  ; 
Still  if  Thou  art  mar,  dear  Saviour, 

I  11  not  start  at  war's  alarms. 

5  Dark  forebodiii'js  jjatlu-r  round  them, 

Deeds  of  vioh-nee,  who  can  tell  ? 
See  them  hathi'd  in  death  antl  an<.'uish, 

Sinkiui;,  while  their  armiis  swill  ; 
Watch  thi'in  as  their  ho|»es  ;;row  fainter, 

Hear  that  sad  and  mourn  I  ul  ery, 
Then,  ()  Saviour,  be  Thou  near  nui 

Till  the  tempest  has  passed  hy  ! 
C  When  the  storms  have  all  j)asst<l  over, 

Wlu-n  tluir  ra<;ini;s  all  are  ilone, 
May  the  ones  I  lovi-  so  doarly 

(iather  in  thy  heaveidy  home  ; 
There  may  we  in  swe»'t  reunion 

•loin  the  son<;s  of  Heaven  above, 
Anil  be  near  Thee,  l)lesst'd  Saviour, 

Oft  to  sing  redeeming  love. 

SOPHIA  rARKER. 

FATHER.    WE   COME   TO    THEE. 

1  Not  as  the  little  wandering  child. 

From  Helds  where  lie  had  strayed, 

Until  the  evening  shade 

Had  made  his  heart  afraid, 
Comes  to  his  mother's  breast 
For  refuge  and  for  rest — 

Not  thus  wc  eome  to  Thee, 

2  Not  as  the  hajijn'  and  the  pure. 

With  meekly-elosing  eyes, 
Come  at  the  eventide. 
From  eheerful  toil  aside, 
AVhere  love  and  i>eace  abide, 

And  joys  of  Paradise. 
Not  as  they  come  for  rest 
Unt»>  the  tender  breast 
Of  sleep,  sen'iie  and  blest — 

Father,  we  come  to  Thee. 

3  But  as  the  homesick  wanderer  comes, 

Whose  straying  feet  have  prest 
Full  many  a  lan<l  unknown,  to  fin<I 
A  country  still  more  blest, 

Till,  with  a  whirling  brain, 

Wi-ary  with  grief  and  pain, 

Through  chilling  win<l  and  rain, 

Fainting,  he  turns  again 

To  hearts  that  o'er   him  yearn. 

Where  through  the  windows  burn 
The  lights  of  home,  for  rest. 
Thus,  iis  the  w«'ary  come 
To  find  a  sheltering  liome. 

Feather,  we  come  to  Thee. 


Wo  come  to  Thee. 
Although  this  earth  of  ourn. 
So  beautiful  with  (lowers. 
With  wnathin;;  mists  and  showers, 
With  lips  that  smile,  and  eyes 
That  look  through  love's  disguise, 
Ali^dit  seem  a  paradise  ; 

Yet  here  we  find  i;o  rest — 
No  rest  from  can-  and  pain, 
No  rest  for  heart  ami  brain  ; 
And  now,  in  a;;ony, 
We  come,  ()  Christ,  to  Thee  ! 
Antl  (),  'I'hou  pitiful. 
Thou  ever  merciful  ! 

We  pray  Thee,  give  us  rest. 


MIIM.   H     M.    I.    IIKKHT. 


GO    AND   TELL  JESUS. 

1  O  aching  heart !  O  restless  brain  ! 
(io  and  tell  Jesus  of  thy  jiain  ; 

He  knows  thee,  loves  thee,  and  His  eye 
Beams  with  divinest  sympathy. 

2  Go  and  tell  Jesus  ;  human  ear 
Thy  mournful  story  may  not  hear; 
Keep  nothing  back,  for  thee  He  cares, 
His  patient  lieart  thy  burden  bears. 

3  Go  and  tell  Jesus — well  He  knows 
The  human  heart,  its  jiaiigs,  its  throes  ; 
He  will  not  fail  thee;    lie  will  be 
Friend,  Comforter  and  peace  to  thee. 

4  Go  and  tell  Jesus — never  yet 
Did  He  a  breaking  heart  forget ; 
Press  closely  to  His  bleeding  side. 
There,  there  thou  shalt  be  satisfied. 


KATII  I.  KBILKm. 


LET    ME    LEAN    HARD. 

1  Let  me  lean  hard  upon  the  F)ternal  Breast, 
In  all  earth's  devious  ways  I  sought  for  rest 

And  found  it  not. 

2  I  will  be  strong,  said  I — 
And  lean  u|)on  myself !      I  will  not  cry 

And  importum!  all  heaven  with  my  complaint — 
But  now  my  strength  fails,  and  I  fall,  I  faiiiU 
Let  me  lean  hard. 

3  I.<et  me  lean  hard  upon  tlie  unfailing  Arm. 
I  said  I  will  walk  on,  I  fear  no  harm — 
The  spark  divine  within  my  soul  will  show 
The  upward  pathway  wliere  mv  f'  '  i  go. 
But  now  tlie  heiiihts  to  wiiich  I  m 

Are  loKt  in  clouds.      I  stumble,  and  1  liri. 
Let  mo  lean  liurd. 


2U 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


4  Let  mo  lean  harder  yet.     Tliat  swervelcss  Force 
Tliiit  spoeds  the  sohir  systems  on  their  course 
Ciui  lake,  luifeU,  the  hunh'ii  of  my  woe 
AVIiich  licars  in<'  to  tlu;  (hist,  and  liurts  me  so. 

I  thoii;;lit  my  strcni^th  ciiouirii  for  any  fate, 
But  lo  I   I  sink  heneath  my  sorrow's  weight. 
Let  mo  h-an  liiinU'r  yet. 

5  Let  me  k-au  liard,  witli  tiiat  ahaudonmcnt 
Of  self  to  (iud  liiat  means  complete  content. 
I  said,  I  do  not  fear  the  hosts  of  sin  ; 

I  will  he  true  to  the  divine  within. 

But  lo  !  I  find  I  am  not  great  enough 

To  make  my  way  o'er  places  that  are  rough, 

And    through  strange  valleys,  dark  with  shades  of 

douht, 
Unless  help  comes  from  some  high  source  without. 
Let  me  lean  hard. 


ELLA  WnEKLER. 

MUwaukee,  1882. 


€Ii};i  lollm. 


Eliza  Follen  iras  born  ia  Boston,  but  lived  much  of  the  time  in  Cam- 
bridge, la  1828  she  was  married  to  Prof.  Charled  iollen,  who  perished 
in  the  burning  of  the  steamer  Lexington,  during  the  winter  of  1839. 
She  published  a  memoir  of  her  husband,  and  five  volumes:  "The  Well- 
Spent  tJour,"  "  The  Warning,"  "Hymns,  Songs  and  Fables  for  Children," 
also  a  book  of  "Nursery  Songs,"  and  a  volume  of  Foeuis  and  Hymns, 
from  which  the  following  is  selected, 

TO    WHOM    SHALL    WE    GO? 

1  "Wiien  our  purest  delights  are  nipt  in  the  blossom, 

When  those  we  love  best  are'  laid  low. 
When  grief  plants  in  secret  her  thorns  in  the  bosom, 
Deserted,  "  to  whom  shall  we  go  ?  " 

2  When  error  bewilders,  and  our  path  becomes  dreary, 

And  tears  of  despondency  flow  ; 
When  the  Avhole  head  is  sick  and  the  whole  heart  is 
weary. 
Despairing,  "  to  w  hom  shall  we  go  ?  " 

3  When  the  sad,  thirsty  spirit  turns  from  the  springs 

Of  enchantment  this  life  can  bestow, 
And  sighs  for  another,  and  flutters  its  wings, 
Impatient,  "  to  whom  shall  we  go  ?  " 

4  Oh  !  blest  be  that  light  which  has  parted  the  clouds, 

A  path  to  the  pilgrim  to  show. 
That  pierces  the  veil  which  the  future  enshrouds. 
And  shows  us  to  whom  we  may  go. 

ELIZA   FOLLEV. 

Boston,  1839. 

I'M    WALKING    IN    THE    SHADOW. 

"  Yea,  though  I  walk  tluough  the  valley  of  the  shadow  of  death,  I  will 
fear  no  evil." 

1   I'm  walking  in  the  shadow, 
IIow  lonely  is  my  way  ; 
The  night  has  gathered  o'er  me, 

Nor  left  one  ciieering  ray. 
No  guiding  star  to  light  me 
Along  this  dreary  vale  ; 
My  steps  are  weak  and  trembling, 
I  feel  my  oour.ige  fail. 
JIefrain. — I'm  walking  in  the  shadow. 

Of  darkness,  gloom,  and  woe  ; 


Be  with  me,  0  my  Saviour, 
And  show  me  where  to  go. 
I'm  walking  in  the  shadow. 

But  whither  does  it  lead  ? 
My  Father,  deign  to  help  me. 

Thy  gentle  hand  I  need. 
I  dare  not  venture  onward. 

Nor  would  I  turn  aside  ; 
Thou  only  canst  direct  me. 

My  Shepherd  and  my  guide. 
I'm  walking  in  the  shadow. 

But  hark  !  methinks  I  hear 
The  voice  of  one    before  me. 

That  tells  a  friend  is  near. 
A  pilgrim  in  the  valley, 

And  yet  he  fears  no  ill. 
For  God  the  Lord  is  with  him. 

His  staff  a  comfort  still. 
I'm  walking  in  the  shadow, 

But  lo  !   the  morning  breaks. 
And  with  its  glad  returning, 

My  hope  renewed  awakes. 
The  Lord  from  every  danger 

Has  cleared  my  tangled  way ; 
Has  brought  deep  things  from  darkness, 

And  turned  my  night  to  day. 


MRS.  F.  C.   VAN  ALSTYKE. 


From  "Singing  Pilgrim,"  by  per.  PhiUp  PhiUips. 

AFFLICTION. 

1  Jesus,  my  sorrow  lies  too  deep 

For  human  ministry  ; 
It  knows  not  how  to  tell  itself 
To  any  but  to  Thee. 

2  Thou  dost  remember  still  amid 

The  glories  of  Thy  throne, 
The  sorrows  of  mortality, 

For  they  were  once  Thine  own. 

3  Yes  :  for,  as  if  Thou  wouldst  be  God 

Even  in  Thy  misery. 
There's  been  no  sorrow  but  Thine  own 
Untouched  by  sympathy. 

4  Jesus,  my  fainting  spirit  brings 

Its  fearfulness  to  Thee  ; 
Thine  eye,  at  least,  can  penetrate 
The  clouded  mystery. 
.5  It  is  enough,  my  precious  Lord, 
Thy  tender  sympathy  ! 
My  every  sin  and  sorrow  can 
Devolve  itself  on  Thee. 
G  Thy  risen  life  but  fits  Thee  more 
For  kindly  ministry  ; 
Thy  love  unhindered  rests  upon 
Each  bruised  branch  in  'J'hee. 
7  Jesus  !  Thou  hast  availed  to  search 
My  deepest  malady  ; 
It  freely  flows — more  freely  finds  . 
The  gracious  remedy. 


LADV  POWERSOOOBT. 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


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I    BIDE    MY   TIME. 

1  I  l)i(l(>  my  time.     Wliencvor  shadows  darken 

Aloiijx  my  i)ath,  I  do  hut  lift  mine  eyes 
And  Kiiitii  revi-als  fair  sliores  heyond  tlie  skies, 
And    throujrh    earth's    harsh,    discordant    sounds    I 
lioarken 
And  liear  divinest  music  from  afar, 
Sweet  sounds    from   lands   where  half    my   loved 
ones  are. 

I  bide — I  bide  my  time. 

2  I  bi(l(!  my  time.     AVhatcver  woes  assail  me, 

I  know  the  strife  is  only  for  a  day, 
A  Friend  waits  for  me  farther  on  the  way — 
A  Friend  too  faithful  and  too  true  to  fail  me. 
Who  will  bid  all  life's  jarring  turmoil  cease 
And  lead  me  on  to  realms  of  perfect  peace. 
I  bide — I  bide  my  time. 

3  I  bide  my  time.     This  conflict  and  resistance, 

Tiiis  drop  of  rapture  in  a  cup  of  pain, 
This  wear  and  tear  of  body  and  of  brain, 
'  But  fits  my  si)irit  for  the  new  existence 
Which  waits  me  in  the  hapj)y  by-aud-by. 
So,  come  what  may,  I'll  lift  mine  eyes  and  cry, 
I  bide — I  bide  my  time. 

ELLA   WHEELER  WILCOX. 
August,  1884. 

FORSAKE    ME    NOT. 

1  Forsake  me  not ;  though  fast  the  night  is  falling. 

And  shadows  gather  in  the  darkened  sky, 
I  cannot  fear  when  Thou,  O  God,  art  calling, 

I  cannot  fall  when  Thy  kind  arms  arc  nigh. 
Stay  Thou  with  me  !  be  Thou  my  refuge  ever, 

My  strength,  my  all — whatever  be  my  lot ! 
Oh !  bless  me  with  Thy  gracious  love  forever, 

And  in  the  gloom  of  night,  forsake  me  not ! 

2  Forsake  me  not,  in  time  of  tribulation, 

Be  Thou  my  rock  and  fortress  in  despair ; 
Oh  !  fill  n\y  burdened  soul  with  thy  salvation. 

And  pour  Thy  Spirit's  balm  on  all  my  care. 
Though  .sorrows  break  my  heart,  O  gracious  Father ! 

Thy  rod  and  staff  can  comfort  my  distress. 
Though  grief  oppress,  and  heavy  tear-drops  gather. 

Thy  pitying  love  can  bring  me  sweet  redress. 

3  Forsake  ine  not ;  breathe  Thou  into  mv  beingr 

The  very  breath  of  heaven,  from  above : 
Unseal  mine  eyes,  that  I,  Thy  goodness  seeing, 

May  know  and  fetl  Thy  deep,  Tliy  boundless  love. 
In  storm  or  calm,  be  Thou,  O  God,  beside  me, 

That  I,  Thy  child,  may  never  be  forgot ; 
Thro'  shade  or  sun,  by  day  or  night-time  guide  me 

Thro'  all  my  journey — Oh  !  forsake  me  not ! 

4  F()rsak(!  me  not,  dear  God,  though  I  forget  Thee, 

.\nd  trusting  to  myself  go  blindly  on  ; 
Oh!  bring  m(^  back  to  Thee  again  !  and  l(>t  me 

In  meekness  know  my  boasted  stn^ngth  is  gone  : 
Ami  if  I  falter,  waiting  for  the  morning, 

Then  let  Thy  grace  my  every  nei'd  supply. 
Wiial  matter,  if  I  have  its  ricli  adorning, 

Tliough  neither  gohl  noi-  precious  gems  have  I? 


5  Forsake  me  not ;  I  need  Thee  every  minute  . 

I  trust  Thee,  want  Thee,  love  Thee,  God  of  All! 
Thro'  life,  with  all  its  destined  changes  in  it, 

Be  near  me,  watch  me,  helj)  me,  lest  I  fall. 
And  when  I  reach  death's  dim,  o'ershadowed  river. 

When  life's  poor  gains  and  losses  are  forgot. 
Divine  Kedeemer,  gracious  heavenly  Giver, 

Be  Thou  still  near  me  !  Oh  !  forsake  me  not ! 


IDA   SCOTT  TAYLOR. 

JacksonrUle,  111.,  1881 


glugustit  SfOlt. 


Augusta  Scott  was  a  graduate  from  Rockland  Seminary,  111.,  In  1863, 
after  which  she  spent  some  time  in  teaching  among  the  fieedmen  in  the 
South. 

She  is  a  writer  of  more  than  usual  ability,  strong  in  faith  and  diligent 
in  all  Oiristian  works.  She  married  Dr.  CamiibcU  w>me  years  after  her 
graduation,  studied  medicine  thoroughly  and  with  care,  and  is  now  a 
resident  of  Chicago,  and  an  accomplished  and  successful  M.  D. 


BITTER    WINE. 

1  Though  I  shrink  in  human  pain, 

Clinging  hands  upon  my  breast, 
Though  my  pallid  lips  refrain, 

AVhcn  the  bitter  cup  is  pressed ; 
Still  I  take  it — drink  it  all. 

Bow  me  to  the  will  divine, 
Quafi'  into  my  thirsty  soul. 

To  the  dregs — the  bitter  wine. 

2  Though  I  shrink  and  murmur  much, 

Blind  with  tears  and  sobbing  breath. 
When  I  feel  within  my  touch. 

Draught  more  bitter  far  than  death, 
Still  I  sip  the  last  drop  up, 

From  this  curdling  draught  of  mine ; 
When  the  Father  holds  the  cup 

I  can  choose  the  bitter  wine. 

3  I  am  ready  ;  fill  it  up. 

Add  any  bitterness  but  sin. 
Better  bitter  from  without. 

Than  sweets  i)ollnted  grown  within. 
It  may  yet  in  God's  control,' 

Ordered  by  this  power  divine. 
Turn  to  sweetness  in  my  soul — 

And  I  bless  the  bitter  wine. 

AUGUSTA  SCOTT  CAMPBELL. 

Chicago,  Februar]',  1881 

IN   TIME    OF  TRIAL. 

1  Thou  who  knowest  all  our  grief, 
Help  us  bear  Thy  holy  will; 
If  Tliou  canst  not  give  relief, 

IMake  us  c;ilm,  serene  and  still. 
O  our  Father  and  our  God. 

Bend  our  stubborn  wills  to  Thine  ; 
Let  till!  thorny  path  be  trod 
Leaninii  on  an  arm  divine  ! 


'O   ^TRK^■(iTlI    OK    Onl)  !    I    KAIXT    FOK  TIIKK.'' 


Pag*  917 


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2  All  our  (l(?iirost,  fondest  tics 

An;  Imt  tokens  of  Thy  love; 
Draw  us  l)y  theui  to  tiio  skies, 

Help  us  raise  our  tli()Ui,'lits  above. 
Though  earth's  brinhtest  links  sliouM  break, 

Thou  uuchanijiMl  wouldst  yet  reniuiu ; 
Sorrows  boi'ne  for  Tiiy  dear  sake, 

Stron^ei"  make  love's  peri'eet  chain. 

3  Death  alone  ean  ne'er  divide 

Those  whose  hearts  arc  true  and  fond, 
In  Ti)y  love  we  still  abide, 

W(,'  below  and  they  beyond  ; 
Thouuli  the  form  wo  cannot  see, 

Thouj^h  the  voice  we  cannot  hear — 
Tliey  still  live  by  faith  in  Thee, 

And  they  are  forever  near  ! 

4  Soon  these  severed  lives  will  meet, 

Soon  these  broken  tii's  mute; 
Oh  !    that  hour  of  rapture  sweet, 

In  the  land  of  love  and  lijrht ! 
Can  we  not  with  pleasure  wait 

Throuj;h  these  fleetinj;  mortal  years, 
Dear  the  joy  that  cometli  late  ! 

Pure  the  bliss  tluit  follows  tears  ! 

KATE  B.  w.  aLENn. 

ALONE. 

"  I  hoTo  trodilcn  tho  wine  proM  alono."— Isa.  Iiiii :  3. 
"Thii  heart  kiKiwoth  lis  own  lilttcrneiw  "— PniT.  lir:  10. 
"Siiri'Iy  Mu  hath  bi)rno  nur  sorrows.''  — lao.  lUi :  4. 

1  O  wt^ary  one !    why  art  thou  sad  and  lonely  ? 

No  heart  can  ever  echo  back  thine  own  I 
No  human  heart  can  fully  share  thy  sorrows. 
Thy  heaviest  crosses  thou  nmst  bear  alone. 

2  Life's  batth>s  thou  must  light  all  single  handed. 

No  frieuil,  however  dear,  can  bear  thy  pain. 
No  other  soul  can  ever  bear  thy  bunlens. 

No  other  hand  for  thee  the  prize  may  gain, 
i!    Lonely  wv.  jourut^v  through  this  world  of  .sorrow, 

No  heart,  in  full,  respondeth  to  our  own  ; 
lOach  one  alone  must  meet  his  own  t<vmorrow, 

lOaeh  one  must  tread  the  weary  wa}-  alone. 
I   Vet  One  there  is  who  knows  our  every  sorrow, 

Who  sympathizes  with  each  secret  pain. 
Who  "  bore  our  griefs  and  carried  all  our  sorrows," 

That  we  through  His  dear  love  a  heavi-n  might  gain. 
.'»  Ah  I   weary  heart !   why  art  thou  s.ad  and  lonelv  ? 

Why  this  vain  longing  for  an  answering  sii,'h  ? 
Thy  griefs,  thy  longings,  trials  and  temptations, 

Arr  known  and  felt  by  Him  who  reigns  on  high. 

ASKA   DOLTCtKC  nnWARO. 

THE  SAVIOUR  TO  THE  SORROWFUL  SLUL, 

I    Lean  on  ^ly  l)rea.*t.  Ik-IovwI, 
15e  comforti'd  in  Me, 
Within  thy  Father's  palace 
There  is  a  place  for  tliec. 


2  Do  I  not  ivx'X  thy  sorrow  ? 

Have  I  not  suffered  too? 
My  arm  is  strong  to  b<ar  then 
The  billowy  waters  through. 

3  Lean  on  My  arm,  iM-Iovcd, 

Ami  Venture  on  tlie  sea; 
Fear  not,  for  I  have  called  thee ; 
I  '11  walk  the  waves  with  thee. 

4  Poor  soul,  w  by  dost  thou  tremble  ? 

All  workelli  for  thy  good  ; 
Do  I  not  love  thee  better 
Thau  father,  njother  could  ? 

5  Look  to  the  Face  that  leaneth 

Thy  troul)li<l  soul  above. 
Ami  call  me  Friend  and  IJrother, 
Thy  .Saviour  and  thy  Love. 

6  Trust  ^le,  I  will  not  leave  thee  ; 

As  they  who  went  before. 
So  tliou  shalt  reach  in  safety 
The  green  and  sheltered  shore. 

7  Beside  the  pc.iceful  river 

Thy  loved  ones  thou  shalt  sec  ; 
Among  the  "  many  mansions  " 
There  is  a  place  for  thee. 

UKA.VM    LOCKS  BAILKT. 

ProTldpcoc  E.  L 


IN   SHADOW. 

''And  where  U  uow  mjr  hope.'— Job  xtU:  15, 

1  The  clouils  hang  low  alwve  my  life. 

Ami  mingle  in  a  murky  gray. 
That  gives  faint  hojje  of  that  blue  day 
Of  sun  and  calm,  the  end  of  strife  ; 

2  While  in  the  closing  gloom  I  he.ir 

Dread  voices  from  the  holy  Hook  ; 
An<l  from  tlie  years  my  sins  do  hnik 
With  lyes  that  smite  me  through  with  fear. 

3  Into  a  land  whose  shadowing  wings 

Are  doom  and  death,  my  foul  is  lead. 
Bound  like  a  prisoner  t<>  tin-  d<ad — 
The  heavens  are  filled  with  thunderings! 

4  O  strength  of  Go<l !     I  faint  for  thee, 

F'or  I  my  worthless  ginlle  spun 
In  Egypt,  singing  in  the  sun. 
And  in  my  need  it  faili  th  me  ! 

5  "  Not  to  the  mount  that  burns  w  ith  fire," 

So  sings  an  angel  in  the  dark. 

And  all  my  soul  springs  up  to  mark 
Ilis  voice  with  intuiite  <lesin'. 
'">  '*  I?nt  unto  Zion  an'  ye  ronu> — 

Fair  city  of  the  living  (5o«I, 

By  holy  nten  and  angtls  tro*!. 
And  henceforth  vour  ot*Tnal  home." 


Prua  "Ovt  ••(  natknoa  Into  Ucbl.' 


MAiir  A.  LATBarar. 

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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


THE    HOUR   OF    DARKNESS. 

1  llow  loiii^,  O  Lord  !  how  long 

Shall  oil  my  spirit  rest 
Tiiis  weight  of  darkness  and  distress? 

How  long  unto  my  burning  ]ij)s  be  pressed 
This  ovurHowing  cup  of  bitterness  ? 
()  God  !  my  God  !  only  Thine  arm  hath  power 
To  bear  me  through  the  anguish  of  this  hour. 

2  IIow  long,  0  Lord  !  how  long ! 

Many  to  rest  have  gone  ; 
The  lovely  and  beloved  are  with  Thee 

In  peace  and  glory — while  I  faint  alone 
Beneath  this  burden  of  mortality. 
Yet  not  alone, — art  Thou  not  near  ?     I  bend, 
Praying  for  strength  enduring  to  the  end. 

3  How  long,  O  Lord  !  how  long  ! 

I  bow  me  to  Thy  will. 
Believing  in  tender  love  Thou  dost  chastise, — 

Say  to  my  heart's  wild  throbbings.  Peace,  be  still ! 
Father,  to  Thee,  to  Thee  I  lift  mine  eyes  ! 
Is  not  Thy  smile  to  patient  sufferance  given, 
Gilding  earth's  darkness  with  a  gleam  of  heaven  ? 

4  How  long,  O  Lord  !  how  long  I 

A  soft,  still  voice  I  hear. 
Speaking  to  my  worn  spirit  words  of  life, — 

"  O  thou  of  little  faith,  how  canst  thou  fear  ? 
I,  even  I,  am  with  thee  through  the  strife. 
Weeping  and  grief  endure  but  for  a  night ; 
The  morninir  breaketh  in  celestial  light." 

SARAH  E.   MILES, 


PATIENTLY    ENDURING. 

"After  he  bad  patiently  eudured  he  obtained  the  prouiae."— Heb.  vi:  15. 

1  Patiently  enduring, 

As  the  days  go  by, 
Knowing  He  who  loves  me 

Guides  me  with  His  eye  ; 
Though  the  storm-clouds  lower, 

Though  the  tempests  blow, 
Still  his  hand  upholds  me. 

From  the  depths  of  woe. 
Cho. — Trusting  in  the  love  that  can  never,  never  fail. 
Trusting  in  the  name  that  forever  must  prevail, 
Patiently  enduring 

Till  the  day  of  rest. 
Sure  that  He  who  loves  me 

Doeth  what  is  best. 

2  Patiently  enduring. 

Though  the  night  be  long, 
Cheering  up  the  darkness 

With  a  gladsouK!  .song  ; 
Never  shall  I  nuirmur 

Though  my  heart  be  faint, 
Thoii^xh  my  st(!|)s  may  falter, 

Make  I  no  comjilaiut. 


3  Patiently  enduring 

Sorrow,  pain  and  care, 
Knowing  He  in  mercy 

Every  grief  will  share; 
Always  will  He  guide  me 

By  His  tender  love. 
And  though  often  weary 

liest  remains  above. 

MIHS  M.   E.  SERVOfiS. 
From  "Holy  Voices,"  by  per.  W.  J.  Shuey. 

THE    DARK    VALLEY. 

(Suggested  during  Illness.) 

1  Down  in  the  .shadowy  land  so  lowly. 

Slowly  and  gently  I  have  seemed  to  come ; 
Soon  the  long  journey  of  a  lifetime  ended, 
I  shall  have  reached  my  never-ending  home. 

2  Alone,  0  Saviour !  leave  me  not,  but  lead  me ; 

Clasp  me  still  closer  by  Thy  guiding  hand. 
As  through  the  labyrinths  and  the  darkness, 
I  tread  the  pathways  of  this  unknown  land. 

3  Here  where  the  genial  sun  of  earthly  comfort 

Hides  behind  clouds  obscure  wiih  grief  and  paift, 
And  from  the  warmest  hand  of  love  or  friendship 
'Tis  but  a  scant  relief  that  we  can  gain  ; 

4  Where  all  the  tics  of  earthly  life  are  loosening, 

As  the  worn  cord  its  silver  threads  unwind. 
And  from  each  idol  which  the  heart  has  cherished, 
The  hand  of  death  its  tendrils  will  unbind  ; 

5  Here  where  the  memories  of  the  past  are  flitting 

Like  evening  shadows  from  the  sunset  hill, 
Length'ning  a  moment,  but  to  blend  with  darkness 
As  the  night  gathers  and  the  world  grows  still  ; 

6  Here  where  I  feel,  though  life's  work  is  unfinished, 

I  can  but  lay  it  at  the  Master's  feet : 
Praying  for  His  dear  sake.  Thou  wilt,  our  Father, 
Accept  both  it,  and  me,  in  Him  complete. 

7  Now,  precious  Saviour !  I  will  trust  Thy  mercy 

To  fold  me  safe  against  Thy  loving  breast : 
The  everlasting  arms  beneath,  around  me, 
Thus  would  I  pass  to  everlasting  rest. 

EMILY  P.   WILLIAMS. 
Feb.  10,  1880. 


RESIGNATION. 

C.  M.    (Tune— "Marlow.") 
(Suggested  during  serere  illness.) 

1  Just  as  it  comes  from  out  Thy  hand, 

Life's  mingled  cup  we  drink  ; 
Though  in  our  weakness,  oft,  alas  1 
We  fain  would  pause  and  shrink. 

2  We  shudder  at  the  bitter  draught, 

Yet  pray  Thy  hand  to  blend 

Some  mcrcy-ilrojis  to  sweeten  all. 

And  soothing  grace  to  lend. 


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249 


3  Just  as  Tliy  providence  unfolds, 

Life's  path  we'll  meekly  tread, 
If  we  may  only  see  the  bow 
Of  jjiomise  overhead. 

4  And  all  the  rocky  hei^dits  we'll  climb, 

And  stormy  waves  outride. 
If  only  'neatli  Tliy  sheltering  wing 
AVe  may  by  faith  abide. 


5  O  Father  I   leave  us  not  alone 
Within  the  tangled  wild. 
But  let  Thy  loving  counsels  cheer 
Each  weary,  way-woru  child. 
G  And  h't  us  roach  Tliy  guiding  hand, 
And  lean  ujion  'l"hy  breast. 
Until  at  last  we  reach  the  fold 
Of  Thiue  eterual  rest. 


KMILT    r.  WILLIAIU. 


CLEANSING  FIRES. 


ADKLAIDE  PROCTOR. 

Moderato. 


VIRGINIA  OABRIKL. 

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SECOND  COMJXd  OF  ClllUST. 


251 


JESUS  COMES. 

1  Watch,  yo  saints,  with  eyelids  wakinj^, 

Lo  !   till!  powers  of  heav'ii  are  sliaking, 
Keep  your  hmips  all  triiiiined  and  burning, 
Ready  lor  ihu  Lord's  returning  ! 

2  Lo  I  the  promise  of  your  Saviour, 

Pardoned  sin  and  purehase<l  favor. 
Blood-washed  rohes  and  erown  of  glory  ; 
Haste  to  tell  redemption's  story. 

3  Kingdoms  at  their  base  are  enimbling. 

Hark,  his  chariot  wheels  are  rumbling! 
Tell,  Oil  I    tell  of  grace  abounding 
Whilst  the  seventh  trump  is  sounding. 

4  Nations  wane,  though  proud  and  stately  ; 

Christ  His  kingdom  hasteneth  greatly; 
Earth  her  latest  |)angs  is  summing  ; 

Shout,  ye  saints,    your  Lord  is  coming! 

5  Lamb  of  God,  Thou  meek  and  lowly, 

.lui lab's  Lion  high  and  holy, 
Lo  I  thy  IJridt!  comes  forth  to  meet  Thee, 
All  in  blooil-washed  robes  to  greet  Thee. 

6  Sinners,  come  while  Christ  is  pleading. 

Now  for  you  He's  interceding; 
Haste  ere  grace  and  time  diminished 
Shall  proclaim  the  mystery  finished. 

MRS.   rillEBE  rALMER. 
Set  to  miulc  by  Wu.  J.  Kirkpatrick. 


READY. 

"  Be  ye  klao  ready :    for    in  such  an  hour  as  yc  think  not  the  Sou  of 
Man  coiUf<tb."— Matt.  xxIt  ;  M. 

1  Iltady  !     (^li !  are  you  ready 

If  the  Loid  should  come  to-tlay  ? 
Are  you  shtdtered  under  the  sprinkled  blood 

That  takes  all  sin  away  ? 
Or  are  you  still  fearins,  doubtiuji. 

Lingering  outsidt;  the  door. 
Which,  when  once  He  comes,  will  be  closed  to  you, 

If  you  enter  not  before? 

2  Ready  !     Oh  I  are  you  ready  ? 

Christian,  this  speaks  to  you  ; 
For  the  Lord's  own  child,  though  safe,  may  be 

Ashamed  to  meet  Him  too. 
Will  He  find  you  watching,  praying. 

In  the  day  when  He  comes  again  ? 
Or  are  you  asleep  while  others  weep 

For  the  sorrows  and  sins  of  men  ? 

3  Really  !     Oh  !  are  you  ready  ? 

For  soon  He  may  bt*  here  : 
Will  He  find  you  loyal  and  trui*  fn  Him, 

Or  cowardly  ami  full  of  fear? 
Will  Hi-  liiid  you  enduring  hanlness. 

As  a  faithful  soldier  mu^t 
Content  lo  tread  where  the  lyord  ha>  led. 

In  a  life  of  simple  trust  ? 


4   Ready  I     Oh  I  nro  yon  ready 

When  th(!  Lord  shall  call  away? 
No  idid  chaining  you  down  to  earth, 

liut  ready  to  go  to-<lay  ? 
For  it  may  be  that  He  is  coming 

Refore  the  ••vening  fall  ; 
But  whether  at  noon  or  midnight, 

Be  ready  when  He  shall  call ! 

UEultlilAKA  U.  TAVLDK,   IMl 

THE    MESSENGER. 

1  I  m.ay  hear  His  voice  at  morning, 

When  the  sky  is  softly  bright, 
And  a  flood  of  golden  glory 

Tinges  every  purple  heiijht  ; 
ICre  my  hands  begin  the  labor 

Which  belongeth  to  the  day, 
I  may  hear  Him  softly  whisper, 

'•  Fold  thy  work  and  ei)nie  away." 

2  I  may  hear  Him  in  the  noontide. 

When  the  reapers  Uike  their  rest, 
AikI  the  golden  sheaves  are  lying 

I'rostrate  on  the  earth's  warm  breast ; 
In  the  overpowering  brightnes.s 

Of  the  glorious  midday  sun. 
He  may  come  with  shining  sickle 

And  life's  work  for  me  be  done. 

3  I  may  hear  Him  in  the  mi<lnight, 

As  His  voice  of  s(denui  cheer 
I'ierees  through  the  mystic  silence. 

Whispering:  "  Thy  (iuest  is  here; 
Rise  and  clind)  the  upper  pathw.iy 

AVhere  have  walked  the  .sons  of  God  ; 
I,  the  Messenger,  will  lea<l  thee 

Safely  where  their  feet  havt'  trod  " 

4  Since  He  may  come  in  the  morning, 

At  noon  or  eventide, 
I  must  h.'ive  my  garments  ready. 

And  my  lamp  w  ith  oil  supplied  ; 
I  nni>t  listen  for  His  knocking, 

I  must  rise  and  ope  the  gate, 
For  He  comes  to  guide  me  safely 

Where  the  angels  for  me  wait. 

■  l-lltK     V      AII'IIKII. 

U<«tou.  18M. 

THOU   ART   COMINGI 

'LooUnc  for  that  blcaMtl  hnpc,  and   the  (lorioiu  appearing  nf  tb* 

fnat  CruA  and  oiir  Sarinur.  Ji-nii  Chriit  "  -  Titiu  II :  U. 

(Tuno.-"0.  H.  J-SO.") 

1   Tli'ni  :irt  coming,  O  mv  Savif)ur, 

Thou  art  coming,  ()  my  King: 
Kvery  tongue  Thy  n:ime  confessing. 

Well  m.iy  we  rejoice  anil  sing ; 
Thou  art  coming  ;    rays  of  glory, 

Tliruiigh  tin-  veil  Thy  deatli  has  rent, 
(il.iddeii  iiiiw  otii-  pil:.'rini  patli\\a\. 

(ilory  fnmi   Thy  jm-scnce  wnU 


252 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


CnoRis. — Tliou  art  roniiiijj,  Tliou  art  coining, 

We  .shall  nicft  TIk-c  on  Thy  way. 
Tliou  art  coiniiijj;,  we  shall  sue  Tliee, 

And  be  like  Thee  on  that  day. 
Thou  art  eouiiiij^.  Thou  art  coming, 

.lesus  our  l)(,-lovi(l  Lord. 
Oh!  the  joy  to  see  Thee  reigning, 

Worship'd,  glorilied,  adored. 

2  Thou  art  coming,  not  a  sliadow, 

Not  a  mist  and  not  a  tear. 
Not  a  sin,  and  not  a  sorrow. 

On  that  sunrise  grand  and  clear; 
Thou  art  coming,  Jesus,  Saviour, 

Nothing  else  seems  worth  a  thought, 
Oh  !   how  n)arvelous  tin;  glory 

And  the  bliss  Thy  pain  hath  bought. 

3  Thou  art  coming,  we  are  waiting 

With  a  hope  that  cannot  fail, 
Askmg  not  the  day  or  hour, 

Anchored  safe  within  the  veil; 
Thou  art  coming,  at  Thy  table 

We  are  witnesses  for  this. 
As  we  meet  Thee  in  communion, 

Earnest  of  our  coming  bliss. 

FRANCES  B.  HATEaaAL. 


WILL   JESUS    FIND    US   WATCHING? 


(Tunc— "O.  H.    3-38,") 

"Watch  therefore  ;  for  ye  know  not  what  hour  your  Lord  doth  come." 

Matt,  xiiv :  42. 

1  When  .lesus  comes  to  reward  His  servants, 

Whether  it  be  noon  or  night. 
Faithful  to  Him  will  He  find  us  watching. 
With  our  lamps  all  trimm'd  and  briglit  ? 
Rkk. — OhI  can  we  say  we  are  ready,  biother? 
Ready  for  the  soul's  bright  home  ? 
Sav,  will  He  find  you  and  me  still  watching. 
Waiting,  waiting  wlien  the  Lord  shall  come? 

2  If  at  the  dawn  of  the  early  morning. 

He  shall  call  us  one  by  one, 
"WHien  to  th(i  Lord  we  restore  our  talents. 
Will  He  answer  thee — Well  done  ? 

3  Have  we  been  true  to  the  trust  lie  left  us  ? 

Do  we  seek  to  do  our  best  ? 
f  in  our  hearts  there  is  naught  condemns  us, 
We  shall  have  a  glorious  rest. 

4  Blessed  arc  those  whom  the  Lord  finds  wat<;hing  ? 

In  His  glory  they  shall  share  ; 
If  He  shall  come  at  the  dawn  or  midnight, 
Will  He  find  us  watching  there? 

FANNY  J.   CBOSBY. 

Set  to  music  by  W.  II.  Uwtnc.  and  used  bv  jut.  Bitjlow  A  Main. 
Copyrlgbt,  1876,  In  "Goeptl  Music." 


THE    FOOLISH    VIRGINS. 

1  Fill  your  lamps,  O  foolish  virgins  ! 

Oil!   fill  them,  ere  He  draweth  nigh, 
With  the  oil  of  joy  and  gladness. 

That  when  the  world  shall  wake  and  cry, 
"Behold,  He  cometh  !  "  ye  may  rise, 
And  go  to  meet  Him,  with  the  wise. 
When  the  Bridegroom  cometh. 

2  Fill  your  lamps,  O  foolish  virgins  ! 

That  ye  may  rise  and  trim  them,  then, 
When  joyfully  cry  the  watchers, 

"  He  cometh  to  the  earth  again, 
Go  forth  to  Him,  the  feast  is  laid. 
The  bride  in  white  is  all  arrayed. 
And  the  Bridigroom  cometh." 

3  Fill  your  lainjis,  O  foolish  virgins ! 

Ere  yet  you  fold  your  hands  in  sleep, 
That  your  lights  be  brightlj-  burning, 

And  ye  be  not  of  those  who  weep. 
And  to  iheir  fellows  vainly  turn. 
To  beg  for  oil  to  make  them  burn, 
When  the  Bridegroom  cometh. 

MARIA  L.  EVK, 

Augusta,  Georgia,  1883.  • 

WAITING    FOR    THY    COMING. 

1  I  am  waiting  for  Thy  coming 

To  this  swept  and  garnished  heart, 
Thou  hast  cast  away  its  idols, 

Thou  art  cleansing  every  part ; 
I  am  resting  on  Thy  promise. 

Fears  and  doubtings  all  are  still  ; 
But  I'm  longing  for  Thy  coming, 

AH  its  em])tiness  to  fill. 

2  I  am  waiting  for  Thy  coming. 

Blessed  Presence  from  above. 
For  the  fire  from  off  Thine  altar. 

Thine  abounding  grace  and  love  ; 
Faith's  clasp  is  all   too  chilling. 

Though  sure  its  guerdon  be. 
For  a  conscious  touch  I'm  longing, 

0  Saviour  dear,  of  Thee. 

3  I  am  waiting  for  Thy  coming. 

But  I  dare  not  cross  Thy  will. 
In  the  twilight  of  Thine  absence 

1  hold  me  calmly  still ; 

As  Thou  wiliest  in  Thy  wisdom. 
When  Thou  wiliest  in  Thy  might, 

Thou  wilt  come  and  every  shadow 
Be  altogether  light. 

4  I  am  waiting  for  Thy  coming ; 

Not  Thy  choicest  gifts,  but  Thee, 
For  the  loving  heart  cares  only 

Its  beloved  One  to  see. 
I  list  not  for  their  harp-strings, 

Nor  for  ang<'I  chorals  ])in(> ; 
No  voice  can  still  my  yearnings, 

O  blessed  Lord,  save  Thine. 


SECOND  COMiyO  OF  CHRIST. 


253 


5  I  liavo  waited  for  Thy  coming, 

But  my  waiting  was  not  Ii)iig, 
Lo  !   twiiij^lit  turns  to  sunsliiiu', 

And  my  plaint  Itt'conR-s  a  song. 
Tiiou  liast  tilled  Tliy  waiting  teuiplo, 

Tliy  glorious  laou  I  scl-, 
And  cartli  is  turned  to  heaven, 

Since  Thou  ait  come  to  me. 

UAUCI.VUET   E.    WINSLUW. 

Saugortics,  N.  Y.,  1883. 

THE    LORD    WILL    APPEAR 

"  Watch  tbnro(oru  ,  for  y>i  kuow  DOt  vhat  hour  your  lAird  doth  come." 
Matt,  xxlv :  43. 

1  As  the  lightning's  bright  Hash  in  the  ca.storn  horizon 

Swei'its  over  the  sky  when  a  stt)rm  drawetii  near ; 
So  the  people  of  earth  shall  awake  to  the  coming 
Of  llim  wlio  will  soon  in  His  glory  appear. 
Cho. — Then   be   watching  and  waiting,  the  Lord  will 
appear ! 
Then  be  watching  aud  waiting,  the  time  may  bo 
near ! 

2  Oil!    who  then  shall  go  forward   in  triumph  to  meet 

Him; 
And  who  shall  he  scattered  like  terrified  flocks? 
Who   sliail   lift  up  glad  voices  with   praises  to  greet 
llim. 
And  who  for  a  shelter  shall  cry  to  the  rocks  ? 

3  Oh!  the  children  of  faith  who  await  His  apjiearing 

Shall  joy  in  His  presence  aiul  bask  in  His  love; 
For  their  souls  have  been  washed  in  the  blood  of  His 
ransom, 
And  fitted  through  Him  for  the  glory  above. 

MI.SH  M.    E.  8KRV08S. 
From  "Holy  Voices,"  by  per.  E.  8.  Loreiu:. 

DEARER    THAN    HEAVEN. 

".\t  an  lioiir  wbcu  ye  think  not."  -St.  Luke  xii :  40. 

1  It  may  be  He'll  come  in  the  morning. 

When  the  suidieams  are  greeting  the  flowers, 
And  the  heart  is  o'erflowing  with  gladness, 
That  thrills  tlirough  life's  earlier  hour.s. 
Refrai.n. — And  so  I  will  strive  to  be  ready 

For  His  coming,  whene'er  it  may  bo. 
For  His  welcoming  smile  of  a|)proval 
Will  be  dearer  than  heaven  to  me. 

2  Tt  may  be  He'll  come  in  the  noontime, 

When  th(^  spirit  is  burdened  with  care  ; 
And  the  sc)uls  that  should  always  be  waiting, 
Forget  for  the  Lord  to  prepare. 

3  It  may  be  He'll  come  in  the  evening. 

When  the  sun  has  gone  down  m  the  west, 
When  the  toiler  lias  ceased  from  his  labor. 
And  song-birds  are  seeking  tludr  n-st. 

4  It  may  be  He'll  come  at  life's  midniglit. 

When  the  weary  soul  longs  for  its  re.-t. 
And  the  years,  once  .so  joyous  and  liappv. 
With  seed-time  and  harvest  have  blessed. 

M.  r..  MKnviuw. 
Royftl  (JpiuA,"  nruDttrd'«  Soua.  niuajo  by  A  OoUm^I.  the  blind  numlcijui. 

By  |*r 


SEE   THE    KING    DESIRED    FOR    AGES. 

8«  i  7>. 

1  See  the  King  desired  for  ages, 

l{y  the  jii>l  (xpected  long; 
Long  implored,  at  length  He  liastcth, 
Cometh  with  salvation  strong. 

2  OliI  how  past  all  utterance  happy. 

Sweet  and  joyful  it  will  be. 
When  they  who,  unseen  have  loved  Him, 
Jesus  face  to  face  shall  see ! 

3  What  will  be  the  bliss  and  rapture. 

None  can  dream  and  none  can  tell. 
There  to  reign  among  the  angels, 
In  that  heavenly  home  to  dwell. 

4  To  those  realms,  O  Saviour,  call  me. 

Deign  to  open  that  blest  gate. 
Thou  whom,  seeking,  looking,  longing, 
I,  with  eager  hope,  await  I 

U&a.  CBAULCH  CAJIUUlll. 

UNTIL    HE    COMES. 

AcU  i :  2. 

1  Until  He  comes  !  like  music  tones 

Are  these  most  pivcitms  words. 
'Mid  all  tin;  noise  and  din  of  earth. 
To  those  who  are  the  Lord's. 

2  They  mark  the  time  when  life's  dark  sea, 

Whose  storms  so  fiercely  roar. 

Shall  toss  upon  its  troubled  waves 

The  Christian  bark  no  more. 

MIM  CRAln. 

IN    HIS   COMING,    WHAT    MY    PART? 

In  ITi.s  coming,  what  »»y  part  ? 
Can  I  hold  Him  in  my  heart  i 
Can  my  inn,  so  rude  anil  wild, 
Make  Him  room,  the  undetiled  ? 
Find  it-s  Master  in  this  Child  ? 

MAKV   L.   DICEINBOM. 

BLESSED    LORD;   OUR   SOULS   ARE    LONG- 
ING. 

I  Tbea.  It  :  Ifi. 

1  Ulessed  Lord,  our  souls  are  longing 

Thee,  our  risen  Hear],  to  see  ; 
And  the  cloudless  morn  is  dawning. 
When  Thy  saints  shall  gathered  l)e  : 

Grace  and  glory, 
All  our  fresh  springs  are  in  Theo. 

2  All  the  joy  we  now  are  ta>ting 

Is  but  as  the  dream  of  ni::hl : 

To  the  day  of  Go«l  we're  h.usliug, 

Ixioking  for  it  witli  delight : 

'I'hou  art  coming. 
And  wilt  satisfy  our  sighu 


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WOMAN  IN  SACKED  SONO. 


8  True,  the  silent  grave  is  keeping 
Many  a  sei'd  in  weakness  sown  ; 
Iliit  tin-  sauits,  in  Tlicc  now  sleeping, 

llaisi'il  in  power,  shall  share  Thy  throne. 

liesMi  rectioii ! 
Lord  of  Glory  !  'tis  Thine  own. 
4  As  we  sing  onr  hearts  grow  lighter  ; 
We  are  ehildren  of  the  day  ; 
Sorrow  makes  our  hope  the  hrightcr ; 
Faith  regards  not  the  delay : 

Sure  the  promise, 
We  shall  meet  Thee  on  the  way. 

MRS.   PETERS. 

From  "Spiritual  Songs,"  edited  by  Dr.  Chas.  S.  Robinson. 


4  Among  Thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 

Whciut'i-r  the  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  sei'  Thy  smiling  face  ; 
ThiMi  loudest  of  the  tiirong  I'll  sing, 
AVliile  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

bELINA,  COUNTESS  OF  UUNTINOTON. 

Died  1791. 


girs.  €\\\m  ^olic. 


Mrs.  Toke  ia  the  wife  of  Rev.  Nicholas  Toke.  rector  of  Codington, 
Ashford,  Kent,  England.  Her  hymns  have  been  published  by  the 
Society  for  the  Promotion  of  Cliristiau  Knowledge.    She  was  born  iu  1812, 


TIME,   THOU    SPEEDEST    ON  i 

Isa.  xxxiii :  17. 

Time,  thou  speedest  on  but  slowly, 

Hours,  how  tardy  is  your  jiace ! 
Ere  with  Ilim,  the  high  and  holy, 

I  hold  converse  face  to  face. 
Here  Is  nought  but  care  and  mourning  ; 

Come  a  joy,  it  will  not  stay  ; 
Fairly  shines  the  sun  at  dawning. 

Night  will  soon  o'ercloud  the  day. 
Onward  then  !  not  long  I  wander 

Ere  my  Saviour  comes  for  me. 
And  with  Him  abiding  yonder, 

All  His  glory  I  shall  sec. 
Oh  !  the  music  and  the  singing 

Of  the  host  redeemed  by  love  ! 
Oh  1   tlie  hallelujahs  ringing 

Through  the  halls  of  light  above  ! 

CATHERI.VE    W7XKWORTH. 


WHEN  THOU,  MY  RIGHTEOUS  JUDGE. 


1   Wh 


Matt.  XXV :  16. 

Thou,  mv  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 


To  take  Tiiy  ransomed  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Siiall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  .sometimes  aui  afi'aid  to  die, 
He  found  at  Thy  right  hand  ? 

2  I  love  to  meet  Thy  peoi)le  now, 
Before  Thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 

Thougii  vilest  of  them  all  ; 
T$ut,  can  I  hear  the  piercing  thought, 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  Thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3  O  Lord,  |)revent  it  by  Thy  grace, 
]{(!  Thou  my  only  hi(ling-|)lace, 

Iu  this  the  accepted  day  ; 
Thv  i)aid()uing  voice,  Oh  I  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  uulxdieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 


THOU    ART   GONE    UP    ON    HIGH. 

1  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
And  round  Thy  throne  unceasingly 

The  songs  of  praise  arise. 
But  we  are  lingering  here, 

With  sin  and  care  oppress'd ; 
Lord  !  send  Thy  promised  Comforter, 

And  lead  us  to  Thy  rest ! 

2  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high  : 

But  Thou  didst  first  come  down. 
Through  earth's  most  bitter  agony 

To  pass  unto  Thy  crown  : 
And  girt  with  griefs  and  fears 

Our  onward  course  must  be  ; 
But  only  let  that  j)ath  of  tears 

Lead  us,  at  last,  to  Thee  ! 

3  Thou  art  gone  up  on  high  : 

But  Thou  shalt  come  again, 
With  all  the  bright  ones  of  the  sky 

Attendant  iu  Thy  train. 
Oh  !  by  Thy  saving  i)ower, 

So  make  us  live  and  die. 
That  we  may  stand,  in  that  dread  hour. 

At  Th}-  right  hand  on  high  ! 

EMMA  TOKE. 

COME;    LORD   JESUS. 

S.  M. 

1  The  weary  night  seems  long. 

Of  ages  dark  with  sin  ; 
Lord  .lesus,  quickly,  (juickly  come, 
And  lake  Thy  wanderers  in. 

2  We  watch  the  orient  sky. 

As  for  the  morning  star. 
And  list  the  welcome  trumpet  call. 
Resounding  near  and  far. 

3  Oh  !  send  the  Comforter, 

That  we  may  patient  wait. 
Ami  in  Thy  vineyard  faithful  work, 
Nor  loiter  at  the  i^ate. 


SECOND  COMING  OF  CHRIST. 


2.W 


4  Yot  no  man,  Lord,  can  tell, 

Nor  iingel  nearest  Tliec, 
When  our  adoreil,  returning  Christ, 
In  gloi'y  we  shall  see. 

5  But  now,  e'en  now  return, 

Witiiin  our  hearts  to  live. 
That  we  may,  Saviour,  unto  Theo 
Our  true  devotion  give. 

6  So,  if  we  see  Thee  first 

Appearing  in  the  skv — 
Or  if,  on  slowlv  dying  hods, 
Our  heads  shall  lowly  lie, 

7  We'll  pray.  Lord  .Tosus,  come ! 

And  make  our  hearts  Thy  home, 
Till  every  hlood-hought,  ransomed  power. 
Thy  gracious  rule  shall  own. 

EMILV   P.    WILLIAMS. 

Appk-ton  City,  Mo.,  1884. 


COMING. 
*'  At  oven,  or  at  midnight,  or  at   thu  cock^crowing  in  the  uioruiiig.' 

1  It  may  he  in  the  evening, 

When  the  work  of  the  day  is  done, 
And  you  have  time  to  sit  in  the  twilight 

And  watiii  the  sinking  sun. 
While  the  long  bright  day  dies  slowly 

Over  the  sea. 
And  the  hour  grows  fpiiet  and  holy 

With  thoughts  of  Me  ; 
While  you  hoar  the  village  children 

Passing  along  the  street. 
Among  tliose  thronging  footsteps 

^lay  come  the  sound  of  My  feet. 
Therefore  I  tell  you  :    Watch 

By  the  light  of  the  evening  star, 
When  the  room  is  growing  dusky 

As  the  clouds  afar  ; 
Let  the  door  he  on  the  latch 

In  your  home. 
For  it  mav  be  throuiih  the  gloaming 

o  o  o 

I  will  come. 

2  It  may  be  when  the  midnight 

Is  he.'ivy  npon  the;  land. 
And  till!  black  waves  lying  dumbly 

.Mong  th(>  sanil ; 
When  the  mooidess  night  draws  close. 
And  the  lights  are  out  in  the  house  ; 

When  the  tires  burn  low  and  reil, 
And  the  watch  is  ticking  loudly 

Beside  the  bed  : 


Thougli  you  sleep,  tired  out,  on  your  couch, 
Still    vonr  heart  must  wake  and  watch 

In  the  dark  room. 
For  it  may  be  that  at  midnight 

I    W  ill   cdliir. 


3  It  may  be  at  the  cockcrow. 
When  tile  night  is  dying  slowly 

111  the  sky, 
Ami  the  sea  looks  (;alni  and  holy, 

Waiting  for  the  dawn  ^ 

Of  the  golden  sun 

Which  draweth  nigh  ; 
When  the  inisLs  are  on  tiiu  valleys,  shading 

'I'he  rivers  chill. 
And  my  morning  star  is  fiwling,  faxling 

Over  the  hill : 
Behold  I  say  unto  you  :     Watch  ; 
Let  the  door  be  on  the  latch, 

In  your  home  ; 
In  the  chill  before  the  dawning. 
Between  the  night  and  morning, 

I  may  come. 


It  may  be  in  the  morning. 

When  the  sun  is  bright  and  strong 
Ami  the  dew  is  glittering  sharply 

Over  the  little  lawn  ; 
When  the  waves  are  laughing  loudly 

Along  the  shore. 
And  the  little  birds  are  singmg  sweetly 

About  the  door  ; 
With  tli(!  long  day's  work  before  you, 

You  rise  up  with  the  sun. 
And  the  neighbors  come  in  to  talk  a  little 

Of  all  that  must  be  done. 
But  remember  that  I  may  be  the  next 

To  come  in  at  the  door, 
To  call  you  from  all  your  busy  work 

Forevermore  : 
As  you  work  you  must  watch. 
For  the  door  is  on  the  latch 

In  your  room, 
And  it  may  be  in  the  morning 

I  will  come. 


5  So  He  passed  down  my  cottage  ganlen, 
]!y  the  path  that  leads  to  tiie  Rca, 
Till  lie  came  to  the  turn  of  the  little  roail 

Where  tlie  binrh  and  laburnum  trc  e 
Lean  over  ami  arch  the  way  ; 
Tliere  I  saw  Ilim  a  moment  say. 
And  turn  once  more  to  me, 

.Vs  I  wept  at  the  cott.nge  dcwir. 
And  lift  u|)  Ilis  haniis  in  Idessini; — 

TIiiii    I   -iw    IIi~   I'aic   IK)  liiiiri' 


•^-iC 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


G  And  I  stood  still  in  the  doorway, 

L(':iniiif5  a<;ainst  tlu;  wall, 

Not  hi'cdini,'  tlic  fair  \vliil<'  rosrs, 

Tlioujili  1  c  Tiislud  tlniii  and  let  them  fall ; 
Only  lookiui;  down  the  i)atliway, 

And  looking  toward  the  sea, 
And  woiKlering,  and  wondi-ring 

When  lie  would  come  back  for  me; 
Till  I  was  aware  of  an  Angel 
Who  going  swiftly  by, 
With  the  gladness  of  one  who  goeth 

In  the  light  of  God  Most  High. 
7  He  passed  the  end  of  the  cottage 
Toward  the  garden  gate — 
I  suppose  He  was  come  down, 
At  tiie  setting  of  the  sun, 
To  comfort  some  one  in  the  village 

Wliose  dwelling  was  desolate, — 
And  he  paused  before  the  door 

Beside  my  place. 
And  the  likeness  of  a  smile 

Was  on  his  face  : 
"  Weep  not,"  he  said,  "  for  unto  you  is  given 
.     To  watch  for  the  coming  of  His  feet 
Who  is  the  glory  of  our  blessed  Heaven  ; 
The  work  and  watching  will  be  very  sweet, 
Even  in  an  earthly  home ; 
And  in  such  an  hour  as  you  think  not 
He  will  come. 
9  So  I  am  watching  quietly 
Every  day. 
Whenever  the  siin  shines  brightly, 

I  rise  and  say  : 
"  Surely  it  is  the  shining  of  His  face  !  " 
And  look  unto  the  gates  of  His  Ugh  place 

Beyond  the  sea  : 
For  I  know  He  is  coming  shortly 

To  sunimon  nie. 
And  when  a  shadow  falls  across  the  window 

Of  my  room. 
Where  I  am  working  my  appointed  task, 
I  lift  my  head  to  watch  the  door,  and  ask, 

if  He  is  come; 
And  the  Angel  answers  sweetly,  in  my  home  : 
"  Only  a  few  more  shadows, 
Aud  He  will  come." 

una.  a  macandrew. 


AND   THEY    ALSO    WHICH    PIERCED    HIM. 


Eev.  i :  7. 


1  Wrapped  in  fine  linen,  odorous  with  spices, 

Take   the  loved  form,  so  marred  aud   pierced  and 

bruised ; 
In  the  new  sepulchre  within  the  garden 
It  will  rest  sweetly. 

2  Break  not  the  silence  by  your  fruitless  weeping — 
Wrong  is  triumphant,  death  has  played  the  victor ; 
Roll  up  the  stone  and  seal  the  tomb  securely 

For  the  pale  sleeper  ! 

3  Ask  of  the  angel  who  from  heaven  descended, 
Rolling  the  stone  back    for   the  risen  Saviour, — 
Snow-white  His  raiment,  and  His  face  as  lightning,— 

Was  wrong  triumphant  ? 

4  Ask  of  the  chosen  who  so  soon  beheld  Him, 

As  in  a  cloud  from  out  their  gaze  He  vanished  :— 
Ask  of  the  two  in  white,  who  spoke  beside  them 
Words  of  great  promise, 

5  "  Why  stand  ye  gazing  up  into  the  heaven  ? 
For  this  same  Jesus  who  is  parted  from  you 
Shall  in  like  manner  come  again,  descending 

In  clouds  of  glory," 

6  Then  shall  God  call  to  continent  and  island. 
And  from  lone  cavern,  tomb  and  ocean  recess. 
Summon  each  sleeper  quickly  to  His  presence ; 

All  eyes  shall  see  Him. 

7  Ah  !  and  they  also — what  a  world  of  meaning  ! 
Trembling  among  them,  shall  be  gathered  also, 
Callin<^  for  pitv  on  the  rocks  and  mountains,^^ 

°         "  They  who  once  pierced  Him  1 " 

JULIA  V.   BALLABD,  1882. 


End  of  Devotional  Department. 


MISSIONARY    DEPARTMENT. 


2.>8 


Woman  in  sacred  sono. 


ON   THE   SHOALS. 

1  A  cry  comes  over  tlic  deep, 

Wiiiling  of  <lying  souls, 
'T  is  cchofd  in  every  heart, 

From  those  upon  tlie  slioals. 
Tiie  Ijreakers  are  dasliinj;  liigh, 

And  diaili  is  in  every  wave, 
And  wildly  ringeth  the  cry, 

"  We  perish,  with  none  to  save." 

RuFRAix. — Ring  out  the  tide  of  song. 

While  prayer  its  burden  rolls. 
That  He  who  rides  the  storm 
Will  bring  them  off  the  shoals. 

2  Sweet  hojie  went  out  with  the  day, 

Rudder  and  eomj)ass  lost ; 
Despair  more  dark  than  the  night, 

Crowneth  the  tempest-tossed  ; 
No  help  may  come  from  the  sea, 

No  succor  from  the  land, 
Say,  must  they  perish,  and  we 

Reach  never  to  them  a  hand  ? 

3  Quick  !  point  to  the  saving  Rock 

Looming  from  out  the  deep, 
Whose  beacon  the  perilled  souls 

Ever  will  safely  keep  ; 
No  matter  how  fierce  the  storm — 

How  madly  the  billow  rolls. 
The  light  of  the  Guiding  Star 

Will  bring  them  off  the  slioals. 

MART  B.  REESE. 
Set  to  music  by  T.  C.  O'Kane,  in  "Every  Sabbath,"  pub.  by  Church  &Co. 


AS   ONCE   OF   OLD. 


"And  they  were  all  filled  with  the  Holy  Ghost."— Acts  il :  4. 

1  As  once  of  old  a  chosen  band 

Together  came  "  with  one  accord," 
Intent  to  learn  how  best  to  spread 
The  knowledge  of  their  risen  Lord  ; 

2  As,  suddenly,  the  Spirit  came. 

And  touched  each  glowing  heart  and  brow, 
So,  witli  a  consecrating  Hame, 

Anoint,  O  Lord,  Thy  servants  now. 

3  Give  us  that  Spirit's  power  to  feel, 

Baptize  each  soul  with  holy  fire ; 
And  with  devotion's  burning  zeal 
Do  Thou  our  every  thought  inspire. 

4  ThiMi  can  we  move,  a  coiujuering  host, 

.Icsus  our  Leader  and  our  Lord  ; 
With  highest  power  to  save  the  lost, 
And  lead  them  upward  to  our  God. 

.MIW.    K.    W.    CLAIIK. 


SOUND    THE    PRAISE    OF   JESUS. 

(Tune— "iJinv  the  BelU  of  Heaven") 

1  Sound  the  praise  of  Jesus  over  land  aud  sea. 
Sing  the  love  of  Ilim  who  rescued  me. 
Saved  me  from  destruction  in  the  stormy  hour, 
Sound  th(;  praise  of  Jesus,  sing  His  jjower. 

Ref. — Sound  the  praise  of  Jesus,  sound  it  far  and  wide, 
Tell  the  lauds  of  Christ  the  Crucified. 

2  Sound  the  praise  of  Jesus,  sound  it  far  and  wide. 
Tell  the  lands  of  Christ  the  Crucified  ; 

Tell  the  weary  sinner  that  Jesus  came  to  save. 
That  His  might  has  conquered  e'en  the  grave. 

3  Sound  the  praise  of  Jesus,  fill  the  air  with  song. 
Honor,  glory  unto  Him  belong  ; 

Tell  the  careless  sinner  Jesus  waits  to  hear. 
Waits  to  help  the  weak  aud  soothe  their  fear. 

4  Sound  the  praise  of  Jesus  in  the  early  morn. 
Tell  the  truth,  ye  must  again  be  born  ; 
Sound  it  in  the  noontide,  in  the  evening  hour. 
Swell  the  song  triumphant,  sing  His  power. 


Set  to  music  by  H.  W.  Porter,  in 


EMMA  p;tt. 
"Gospel  Light." 


BEHOLD    THE    NATIONS    KNEELING. 
(Sung  at  two  Slissionary  Meetings  in  Cincinnati  Frevbyteir.) 

1  Behold  the  Nations  kneeling 

'Neath  far-off  Eastern  skies  ! 
They  call  to  us,  appealing, 

Oh  !  hear  their  mournful  cries  ! 
"  Our  land,"  they  say,  "  is  shrouded 

Li  darkness  and  in  gloom  ; 
Our  eyes,  with  tears  beclouded, 

Look  forth  to  hopeless  doom." 

2  Hark  !  hark  !  what  strains  of  anguish 

Seem  mingling  with  that  cry  ! 
"  Must  we,  unaided,  languish  ? 

All  unforgiven  die  ? 
Our  gods  they  do  not  answer, 

In  vain  for  help  we  sue, 
OhI  tell  us  of  your  Saviour  ! 

Will  He  not  save  us  too  ?  " 

3  O  Christians  !  do  ye  hear  it  — 

That  cry  from  o'er  the  sea  ? 
The  swift  winds  haste  to  bear  it, 

Yet  slow  to  help  arc  ye. 
Arouse  ye  from  your  slumbers. 

The  time  wears  fast  away  ; 
And  .souls  in  countless  numbers 

Arc  perishing  to-day ! 


LOII.SE   W.   TILDES. 


"A  CKV  »<>.\iii>  uVKU  T}iy.  m.y.v, 

VTAlhUtO   UF   OYUiO   BOWLS." 


Pagt  au> 


FOREIGN  MISSIONS.    MONTHLY  MEETINGS. 


2.09 


JESUS,    LORD   OF    LIGHT    AND    LIFE  I 


THE   GOSPEL   LIGHT. 


(Tuue— "  Hiirtun") 

1  Jesus,  Lord  of   Light  and  Life  ! 

Elder  brotlier,  unseen  i^uide  ! 
Help  us  drop  tiie  j^reat  world-strife; 
lu  Tliy  Word  ulone  conlide. 

2  Help  us  heed  Tliy  pleadinj;  "  Come  " 

To  the  weary,  burden'd  heart ; 
Use  eacli  power  of  thou<,'ht  and  tongue, 
Consecrate,  and  set  apart. 

3  Easy,  then.  Thy  mandates   "  Go  ! 

Teufh  My  word  o'er  land  and  sea  ;  " 
So  Tiiy  Spirit  will  o'erHow 

Fettered  souls,  that  may  be  free. 

4  When  all  mission  work  is  done. 

No  more  messajie  from  above  , 
Then  will  earth  and  heaven  be  one, 
One  eternity  of  love. 

ALICE  M'ELRoy  ORirriTH. 

S^ringacIO.  III..  Oct..  18S4. 
See  IMkCe  812. 


WATCHMAN    ON    THE    WALLS   OF   ZION. 

(Tune — "A  utumn.') 

1  Watchman  on  the  walls  of  Zion, 

Ti-11,  Oh  !  tell  us  of  the  night ; 
Dost  thou  see  the  star  of  promise, 

Is  it  shining  clear  and  bright? 
Hallelujah!    Hall.dujah  ! 

O'er  the  mountains'  towering  height. 
See  it  rising  and  ascending. 

Millions  hail  its  welcome  light. 

2  AVatchman  on  the  walls  of  Zion, 

Will  Messiah,  they  have  slain. 
Bring  the  banished  sons  of  .ludah 

To  their  native  hills  again  ? 
Ilallthijah  !    (io<l  is  ever 

Mindful  of  His  chosen  race  ; 
Though  in  e.vile,  He'll  restore  them 

To  a  Eather's  dear  embrace. 

3  Watchman  ou  the  walls  of  Zion, 

Tell  us  of  the  future  time; 
When  shall  peace  and  Jioly  union 

Unid  the  soul  of  every  clime  ? 
Where  the  spark  of  love  and  glory. 

Kindled  to  a  living  flame, 
^Likes  the  heart  of  every  Christian 

Feel  and  throb,  and  burn  the  same. 

r*HMT  CRCWBT. 
Fmia  "SuniUr  School  BaiiiMr,"  by  per.  Bi«liiw  Jt  Maiti. 


(Tuue— •■  HVWi,  or  Mistivnar^  Hymn,') 

1  Across  the  heathen  darkness 

The  light  of  (Jod  has  slione. 
And  through  Heaven's  ringing  arches 

Salvation's  trump  has  blown  ; 
While  India's  soiniire  sjiadcjws 

And  Siani's  idoUloini -s 
Are  glowing  with  tin-  gospel, 

Sent  out  from  Christian  homes. 

2  ']Mong  Persia's  richest  treasures. 

And  who  can  nnnd)er  them  ? 
There  shines  with  brightest  lustre 

The  Star  of   Hetldehem  ; 
Fair  dawn  of  the  hereafter, — 

The  sun  of   peace  shall  rise, 
And  o'er  all  heathen  nations 

Spread  gladness  in  the  skies! 

3  Then  wake,  and  tell  the  story  ; 

Let  all  who  love  the  Lord 
Repeat  the  wondrous  tidings, 

And  sing  with  one  accord 
The  glorious  heaven-born  anthems. 

Then  shall  the  echo  roll 
Through  every  land  and  country, 

And  reach  from  pole  to  pole. 

4  Then  shall  earth's  sons  and  daughters, 

Inspired  with  earnest  zeal. 
Rise  up  to  pray  and  labor 

With  purpose  true  and  real ; 
And  in  the  whitened  harvest 

The  reaper's  sickle  cast, 
Shall  winnow  sheaves  ol  glory 

For  God's  own  praise  at  last. 

\t><   SCOTT  TAYLOR. 
JockaoDTUlc,  lU..  1881. 

FROM    OUR   SISTERS. 

"Come  nrer  into  Mooodoola,  aud  help  ua."— Acta  xtI  :   9> 
7i. 
(Tune.—"  Btntrmto,  ur  Spunuh  Hymtt.") 

1  From  our  sisters  comes  the  wail, 
"  (Jive  us  light  :  our  idols  fail  ! 
Help  us  liury  in  the  dust. 
Hoary  fanes  !n  which  we  trust! 
CJive  us  light  I  "  thus,  ceastdessly, 
Call  they  o'er  the  IJengal  sea ; 

Cry  they,  too,  from  Turkey's  strand, 
And  from  Afric's  darkened  land. 

2  By  the  sufTcrings  Christ  hath  Ijonie, 
Hy  the  Holy   Eather's  frown 

Cast  on  Him  for  thy  sins'  sjike. 

Christian  sister,  offerings  make  ; 

Speed  the  st<)ry  of  the  cross  ; 

For  Christ's  sake,  count  all  things  loss  ; 

Ht>  thou  faithful,  toil  and  pray, 

Till  earth's  kingdom  own  his  sway. 

«.  c.  r. 


2  GO 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONQ. 


TRUSTING   JESUS. 

"  She  luth  douo  wbat  sbu  could."-  Mark  xir :  8. 

78. 

IXyiae-" PUycVt  Humn.") 

1  In  the  wondrous  times  of  old, 

God,  His  purpo.se  fjraiid  and  true, 
Did  to  woman  oft  untold, 
Bidding  lior  Ili.s  will  to  do. 
Chorus. — Ringing  through  this  Christian  land 
Comes  to  woman  now  the  word, 
"  Teach  the  nations  !  " — great  command 
Of  our  glorious,  risen  Lord. 

2  Though  but  weak  our  liands,  and  small, 

Though  but  humble  be  our  lot. 
Still  to  each  the  clarion  call 

God  is  sounding,  "  Falter  not !  " 

3  Trusting  Him  whose  mighty  power 

Makes  us  strong  to  do  and  dare, 
Seize  we  now  the  present  hour. 
In  the  work  our  part  to  bear. 

ABBIE  B.  CBILO. 


LIGHT    FOR   THE   GENTILES  I 

'Upon  the  handmaids  ia  those  days  will  I  pour  out  my  spirit,"— Joel  ii: 
(Tune— '".4  merica.") 

1  Light  for  the  Gentiles  !     Light ! 
Ou  those  in  deepest  night, 

Let  light  arise  ! 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 
Send  Thy  bright  beams  to  bless  ; 
Pity  their  helplessness ; 

Open  their  eyes. 

2  For  the  heathen  women,  light ! 
On  whom  sin's  deadly  blight 

Hopelessly  lies: 
From  dark  Zenana  halls. 
In  Afric's  loathsome  kraals, 
'Mid  Turkish  harem  walls. 
Hear  their  sad  cries. 

3  Light  for  the  nations  !     Li<;ht ! 
Rise  in  thy  glorious  might. 

Saviour  divine  : 
Unloose  sin's  icy  bands  ; 
Lift  up  the  feeble  hands  ; 
Soon  may  the  heathen  lauds 

Be  wholly  thine  ! 

4  Light  for  Thy  handmaids  !     Light ! 
All  weakness  in  Thy  sight 

We  come  to-<lay. 
Gathered  from  far  and  near, 
Give  us  the  listening  ear, 
Thy  guiding  voice  to  hear — 

Hear  and  obey. 

AIIRtK  II.  cniLD. 


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INVOCATION. 

(Tunn— "  I>uit<  Strcrt.") 

1  O  Thou,  the  Everlasting  One, 
Hallowed  Thy  name,  Thy  will  be  done. 
From  earth  below,  and  hosts  above, 

Be  prai.se  to  Thy  redeeming  love. 

2  'Tis  to  this  love  we  make  appeal, 
'Tis  Thine  to  pardon.  Thine  to  heal. 
Pour  on  our  souls  a  fount  of  light, 
And  help  to  make  conviction  bright. 

3  The  spirit  with  unuttered  groan 

Wafts  our  faint  cry  to  Thy  great  throne, 
Bid  sweet  response  our  being  fill — 
"  Fear  not,  for  I  am  with  you  still." 

4  Then  let  our  faith  its  joy  proclaim  ; 
Glory  to  our  Immanuel's  name  ! 
Glory  to  Christ  of  Calvary's  fame  ! 
Glory,  for  all,  a  Saviour  came. 

MRS.  L.  D.   W.   FER&IB, 
Delmar,  Iowa,  1883. 

OUR    FIELD    IS   THE   WORLD. 

"Sow  beside  all  waters."— Is.  zxxii:  20. 

(Tune — "How  firm  a  foundation")  ' 

1  Our  field  is  the  world !  let  us  forth  to  the  sowing  ; 

O'er  valley  and  mountain,  o'er  desert  and  plain ; 
Beside  the  still  waters  thro'  cool  meadows  flowing ; 
O'er  regions  unblest  by  the  dew  and  the  rain  : 

2  Let  us  scatter  the  seed,  tho'  in  sorrow  and  weeping ; 

Tho'  fields  should  be  verdurelcss,  wint'ry  and  bare ; 
The  Lord  of  the  harvest  hath  still  in  His  keeping 
Each  seed  as  it  falls,  aud  will  guard  it  with  care. 

3  Our  field  is  the  world  !  let  us  forth  to  the  reaping ; 

The  long  day  is  waning,  the  eve  draweth  nigh  ; 
Faint  omens  of  storm  up  the  heavens  are  creeping, 
The  sigh  of  the  tempest  is  heard  in  the  sky 

4  The  work-hour  is  brief,  and  the  rest  is  forever  ; 

Then  stay  not  for  weariness,  languor  nor  pain. 
But  forth  to  the  harvest  with  earnest  endeavor, 
And  srather  with  <;ladness  the  sheaves  that  remain. 

5  Our  field  is  the  world  I  let  us  forth  to  the  gleaning  , 

The  stores  may  be  small  that  our  labors  reward ; 
But  One  from  the  height  of  His  glory  is  beaming, 
Attent  to  behold  what  we  do  for  the  Lord. 

6  Wliere  haply  some  reaper  has  passed  on  with  singing, 

O'erladcn  with  sheaves  for  the  garner  above, 
May  yet  be  some  handfuls  that  wait  for  our  bringing. 
To  crown  with  completeness  the  stores  of  His  love. 

7  Our  field  is  the  world !   whether  sowing  or  reaping. 

Or  gleaning  the  handfuls  that  others  have  passed ; 
Or  waiting  the  growth  of  the  seed  that  with  weeping 
On  rock}'  and  desolate  plains  we  have  cast. 

8  Then  each  for  his  reaping,  and  each  for  his  mourning. 

Shall  sometime  rejoice  when  the  harvest  is  won, 
And  know,  in  the  Hush  of  eternity's  morning. 
The  toil,  the  reward,  aud  the  glory  are  one  !  " 

UK8.  i.  C.  VCLB. 

Sot  to  music  by  J.  E.  Hall,  in  "Mission  Soncs." 


FOREION  MISSIONS.     MONTHLY  MEETINGS. 


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Nevermore  to  suffer. 
Nevermore  to  flie : 
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Is  gone  up  on  hij;li. 

All  His  work  is  ended. 

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Jesus  hath  a.srend«fl ! 
(Jlory  to  our  King  ! 


Praying  for  His  cliildren 

In  tiiat  hles.sed  |>]aee. 
Calling  them  to  glory, 

Sen<ling  them  His  grace 
His  bright  home  prejiaring, 

Christians,  now  for  you 
Jesus  ever  liveth. 
Ever  loveth  too. 

All  His  work  is  ended. 

Joyfully  we  sing. 
Jesus  hath  ajieende<I ! 
CJlory  to  our  King  I 


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God  with  us !  the  eternal  Son 
Took  our  soul,  our  Hesh,  our  bone  ; 
Now,  ye  saints.  His  grace  admire, 
Swell  the  song  with  holy  fire. 

God  with  us  !  but  tainted  not 
With  the  first  transgressor's  blot ; 
Yet  (lid  He  our  sins  sustain, 
Bear  the  guilt,  the  curse,  the  pain. 

God  with  us  !  Oh  !  wondrous  grace ! 
Let  us  see  Him  face  to  face  ; 
Tiiat  we  may  Immanuel  sing. 
As  we  ought,  our  God  and  King ! 


SABAU  8LINN.     1779. 


OH  I   SING   TO    THE    LORD. 


(Tune— "Xyorw.") 

1  Oh  !  sing  to  the  Lord  I  and  give  thanks  tc  His  name, 
Li  songs  of  rejoicing  His  wonders  proclaim; 

His  mercy  and  goodness  exultingly  sing; 

His  strciiirth  is  our  fortress,  our  covert  His  wing. 

2  Oh !  sing  to  tlu;  Lord  !  who  hath  guided  our  way ; 
The  cloud  of  His  presence  by  night  and  by  day 
Hath  rested  above  us  to  guide  and  protect; 

Its  brightness  to  cheer,  and  its  sign  to  direct. 

3  Oil  I  sing  to  the  Lord  I   for  His  mercies  arc  sure ; 
Hi-i  grt  at  Joving-kiiidncsK  shall  ever  endure  : 
Tlic  iicavcn-i  nmy  trcinl)h'.  the  earth  may  remove, 
Yet  lirm  and  unsiiakeu   His  mercies  siiall  prove. 

UltH.   I-iKKBK  TALMCR. 


INVOCATION  I 

^Tune— "  Farina.") 

Come,  Holv  Spirit,  source  of  all 

The  good  I  think  or  do  ; 
Take  full  possession  of  my  lieart. 

And  bless  my  soul  anew  ; 
For  I  would  walk  with  perfect  faith. 

So  formed  in  every  grace, 
That  Christ  shall  show  in  every  act, 

And  shine  within  my  face. 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  let  me  feel 

Thy  presence  day  by  day  ; 
I  cannot  do  my  Father's  work. 

Unless  Thou  always  stay. 
So  fill  my  heart  with  humble  love. 

So  frame  my  every  word. 
That  I  shall  have  no  room  for  boast 

Save  in  my  precious  Lord. 
Come,  Holy  Si)irit,  when  life's  storms 

Are  darkly  round  me  blown, 
And  fill  my  mind  with  perfect  j)eace. 

That  comes  from  Thee  alone  ; 
And  lest  life's  sunshine  dazzle  me. 

And  grieve  Thee  from  my  heart. 
Stay  Thou,  and  with  Thy  purer  light, 

Show  me  how  fair  Thou  art. 

MATTIR  PEARSON  SMITH. 

PRAYER    FOR    MISSIONS. 

(Tunc  —  "  Howarit.") 

Blest  Lord,  who  hungry  thousands  fed. 

Look  with  a  ])i tying  eye, 
Wlicrc  faiiiliii"'  for  tiie  livin<r  bread. 

Tile  liratheii  nations  lie. 


FOREIGN  MISSIONS.    MONTnLY  MEETINGS. 


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2  Lii,'ht  in  our  Iioarts  tlijit  urdfiit  llame 

W'liich  brouifht  Tliet;  from  above, 
Tliat  we  may  luiiif  to  toacli  Tliy  name, 
And  glorify  Tiiy  love  ; 

3  That  wo  may  take  the  food  divine, 

From  Thy  crcatinj^  hands, 
And,  thoni^h  nnnninl)ered  millions  jnnc, 
Feed  all  the  starving  lands. 

4  CJrant  that  before  Thy  judgment-seat 

N'o  soul  may  havt;  to  say. 
When  Thou  didst  bi<l,  "Give  them  lo  eat," 
"  1  hungry  went  away  " 

MB8.   OALl'SUA   ANDEasOy. 

Chicago,  Itl. 


HYMN    FOR    MISSIONARY    WORKERS. 

(Tunc  -".SKVrl    Humr.'t 

We  hear  a  low  wailing  from  over  the  wave  ; 
The  l)reeze  bears  it  oinvanl,  it  calls  us  to  save; 
Our  sisters  forsaken  we  bring  lluni  t«j  Thee, — 
The  j)oor  lonely  souls  on  life's  desolate  sea. 

Christ,  Christ,  only  to  The*-, 
We  bring  these  poor  souls  on  life's  desolate  sea. 
Let  us  hasten,  my  sisters,  send  forth  the  glad  word 
That  women  are  free  in  the  name  of  t!ie  Lord  , 
That  the  dear  F'ather  loves  her,  and  opens  tlie  way 
Where  the  weakest  may  enter  from  night  to  tlie  day. 

Haste,  haste,  bear  the  glad  word 
That  woman  is  free  in  the  name  of  the  Lord. 

HUS.  8.   DHUKaOS  TTTTBiUiCUTOII. 


PROVIDENCE. 


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2  A  thousand  years,  Lord,  in  Thy  sight, 

Are  but  as  yesterday. 
Or  one  brief  watch  of  passing  night 
That  hastes  to  flee  away. 

3  Before  Thee  generations  pa.s3 

As  with  a  swtdling  tlofxl, 
Liko  sleep,  or  flower  of  morning  crass 
That  withers  in  its  bud. 

4  For  by  Thine  anger  we  consume 

And  by  Thy  wrath  we  fear; 
Thou  dost  our  secret  sins  illmne 
And  make  transgressions  clear. 

5  Return,  return  ;  O  Lord,  how  long? 

An<l  let  Thy  wrath  re|H'nt : 
Oh  I  turn  our  mourning  into  song 
Ere  all  our  days  Ik*  s|M-nt. 


6  For  iis  a  tale  too  quickly  told, 

We  pass  our  fleeting  years  ; 
Like  gem-rations.  Lord,  of  old, 
In  ceaseless  toil  and  tears. 

7  Oh  I  with  Thy  mercy  satisfy 

And  let  our  hearts  be  glad. 
In  measuri-  like  to  that  whereby 
Thy  judgments  made  us  s.id.' 

8  And  let  the  I)eauty  of  the  Lord 

Our  (.J«)«l  u|K)n  us  Ih', 

According  to  Thy  gracious  word 

That  we  m.iy  hop<>  in  Thee. 

9  The  work  in  which  our  h.inds  engage, 

Kstaiili>h.  maki-  it  sure. 
O  riiou  whose  works  from  age  to  ••ige 
Forevennore  endure. 

LCKLUl  <  I  4aK 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


BENEVOLENT    EFFORTS. 


THE    WORLD'S   CONVERSION. 


CTuae—"  lU/uge") 

1  Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters, 

Tliinkin:^  not  'tis  tlirown  away; 
God  Himself  saitli,  thou  shalt  gather 
It  again  some  future  day. 

2  Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters  ; 

Wildly  though  the  billows  roll, 
They  but  aid  thee  as  thou  toilest 
Truth  to  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  As  the  seed,  by  billows  floated. 

To  some  distant  island  lone, 
So  to  human  souls  benighted. 
That  thou  H  ingest  may  be  borne. 

4  Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters  ; 

Why  wilt  thou  still  doubting  stand  ? 
Bounteous  shall  God  send  the  harvest. 
If  thou  sow'st  with  liberal  hand. 

MK8.  J.   H.  HAKAFORD,  1852, 


1  Hasten,  Lord !  the  glorious  time 

When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime. 

Shall  the  gospel's  call  obey. 
Mightiest  kings  His  power  sliall  own, 

Heathen  tribes  His  name  adore  ; 
Satan  and  his  host,  o'erthrown. 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

2  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease, 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain  ; 
Righteousness  and  joy  and  peace 

Undisturbed  shall  ever  reign. 
Bl(;ss  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord  ; 

Ever  praise  His  glorious  name  ; 
All  His  mighty  acts  record  ; 

All  His  wondrous  love  2)roclaim. 


HABRIET  AUBER. 

Died  1862. 


REDEMPTION    MORNING. 


CONVERSION    OF   THE    WORLD. 

1  Sovereign  of  worlds  !  display  Thy  power  ; 
Be  this  Tiiy  Zion's  favored  hour  ; 

Bid  the  bright  Morning  Star  arise. 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  Thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, — 
On  Afric's  shore,  on  India's  plains. 

On  wilds  and  continents  unknown, — 
And  make  the  nations  all  Thine  own. 

3  Speak  !  and  the  world  shall  hear  Thy  voice  ; 
Speak  !  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice  ; 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night, 

And  bid  all  nations  hail  the  light. 

MRS.  YOKE. 


"  And  tumeth  the  shadows  of  death  into  marning."— Amos  t  :  8. 
(Tune—"  From  GreenlancCt  icp  mountains.") 

1  Beyond  the  rolling  billows,  across  the  ocean  broad, 

The  heathen  are  imploring,  to  know  the  Christian's 
God. 

Shall  heathen  souls  in  darkness  await  the  promised 
flay, 

While  children  of  God's  mercy  His  sacred  trust  be- 
tray ? 

Our  hearts  in  glad  thanksgiving,  a  willing  tribute 
bring. 

To  bear  afar  the  tidings,  that  all  may  know  our  King, 

And  may  that  morn's  bright  glory  dispel  sin's  dark- 
'ning  pall, 

Till  ev'ry  soul  shall  worship  the  Lord  who  died  for 
aU. 

MISS   M.    F.   SF.RVOSS,    1882. 

From  '*Gat^?8  of  Praise." 
Set  to  music  with  chonis,  b;  E.  S.  Lorenz. 


SOON    MAY   THE    LAST   GLAD   SONG 

1  Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 
Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies — 
That  song  of  triumj)!!  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's  ! 

2  Let  thrones  and  powers  and  kingdoms  be 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  Thee  ! 

And,  over  land  and  stream  and  main, 
Wave  Thou  the  sceptre  of  Thy  reign  ! 

3  Oh  !  let  the  glorious  anthem  swell, 
T>pt  host  to  iiost  the  triumph  tell. 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains. 
But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

MIU<    VUKE. 


THY   KINGDOM    COME. 

L.  M. 

1  Lord,  when  we  pray,  "  Thy  kingdom  come," 

Then  fold  our  hands,  without  a  care 
For  souls  whom  Jesus  died  to  save, 

We  do  but  mock  Thee  with  our  prayer. 

2  Thou  couldst  have  sent  an  angel-band 

To  call  Thy  straying  children  home, 
And  thu.s,  through  heavenly  ministries. 
On  eartli  Thy  kingdom  might  have  come. 

3  But  since  to  liuman  hands  like  ours. 

Thou  hast  intrusted  work  divine. 
Shall  not  our  eager  hearts  make  haste 
To  join  tlieii-  fe(.'ble  ])o\vers  with  Tiiiue? 


FOPEIUN  MISSIONS.    MuATnLY  MEETINGS. 


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4  To  work  and  word,  slialt  not  our  hands 

liujuicing  niovu,  nor  li|)s  be  dnnib, 
Lest,  through  our  sinful  love  of  ease, 
Tliy  kingduui  should  delay  to  come  ? 

5  To  hold  our^very  power  and  thought 

Oln'diont  to  Tiiy  least  connnand, 
AVlictlier  Tliy  lilessed  j)urposes 
We  can,  or  cannot,  understand  ; 

6  To  sow  the  seed  in  every  soil ; 

To  bring  the  word  of  life  to  men ; 
To  give,  as  Thou  has  given  to  us, 
Hoping  for  no  reward  again — 

7  To  do  all  this,  while  in  our  thought 

No  pride  or  vain  s(;lf-trust  liiids  room, 
This  is  to  pray,  with  honest  heart. 

And  purpose  true — '*  Thy  king(U)ni  come." 

UELK.V.    <l.    mCK. 

BostoD,  Mu*.,  ISM. 

SALVATION    MORNING. 

"The  glory.of  the  Lord  ia  riaeu  upon  thee."— laa.  Ix:  L 

1  What  means  this  glorious  radiance 

Across  Judea's  plain  ? 
These  white-winged  angels  singing 
In  such  exult;int  strain. 
Chorus. — The  King  of  Glory  cometh, 

Earth's  broken  hearts  to  bind, 
And  (iod's  salvation  morning 
Hath  dawned  for  all  mankind. 

2  What  means  this  wondrous  story 

The  holy  angels  tell  ? 
Of  one  who  reigned  in  lieavcn, 
And  now  on  earth  would  dwell. 

3  Why  bend  these  Eastern  sages 

To  one  of  lowly  birth  ? 
What  means  this  heavenly  message 
Of  love  and  jjcace  on  earth  ? 

4  Ye  wand'rcrs  in  oartli's  darkness, 

On  ocean  deep  and  land, 

Hail,  hail  the  joyful  tiilings, 

The  morning  is  at  liand. 

MIM    M.    «,    8ERV<KIS. 

Set  to  miuic  by  E.  8.  I/irvnx. 
In  "  Ilikpp7  Voice*." 

SHALL    WE. 

C.  M.    Double. 
(Tune— 'Tari«a.") 

I. 

1   Shall  we,  surrounded  by  the  bbzc 

Of   iiiti'llectual  light 
With  whiiii  (iod's  word  illumes  the  wavs 

Of   Evil  and  of   Right,— 
Reveals  His  wondrous,  matchless  love, 

His  mercy,  truth  and  grace. 
His  |H)wer,  tliat  nothing  can  di-sprovo 

In  uny  age,  or  place  ; 


2  Who  know  by  faitli  the  Christ  wlio  came 

To  save  from  sin's  sad  doom, 
To  rob  death  of  its  sting,  an<l  claim 

Even  from  the  grave  its  gloom ; 
To  tell  us  of   His  Father's  house 

Of  many  mansions,  where 
We,  as  joint  heirs  with  Him,  may  claim, 

In  everything  a  share  ; 

3  Who  have  the  precious  bread  of  life, 

The  living  waters  sweet  ; 
The  truth  tliat  will  outlive  all  strife; 

Tin;  way  to  rest  complete  ; 
The  Comforter  with  ns  alway, 

Whatever  may  betide. 
The  magic  key  wliene'er  we  pray 

God's  heart  to  open  wide  ; 

4  Who  know,  because  our  Father  holds 

The  waters  in  His  hand. 
And  every  element  controls 

Of  sky,  or  sea,  or  land. 
We  neeii  not  fear  ;  all,  all  is  well, 

Above  each  cloud,  each  blast, 
Go<rs  covenant  in  rainbow  hues 

Beuiguautly  is  cast. 


II. 


1  Shall  wc.  Oh  !  dare  we,  tlius  so  blest. 

With  light,  and  faith,  and  liope. 
In  .sellish,  careless  ])leasure  rest, 

While  millions  blindly  groi)e 
In  heathen  darkness,  seeing  nought 

Where  all  to  us  is  clear, 
Having  but  vague,  erroneous  thought. 

Of  all  we  hold  most  dear  ? 

2  No,  no  indeed  I     That  wer«'  a  sin 

Not  ea.sily  forgiven  ; 
A  heinous  crime  that  w»dl  might  bar 

For  us  the  gates  of  heaven. 
Therefore  unit4-<lly  we  prav 

And  work  for  means  and  ways. 
Our  debt  of  gratitude  to  pav 

And  spread  llie  S.'iviour's  praise. 

3  Fatlier  Almighty  !  kindly  deign 

To  Ih'  our  Guide,  our  Fri« ml. 
To  blr«s  our  walk,  and  tea<-li  us  how 

I'.lViciently  to  send 
Thy  word  to  those  wlio  give  to  wood, 

Hirds,  In-asfs,  and  lifeless  .«tone. 
The  h<»m.ige.  faith,  .and  trust  Uiat  shoald 

lie  givcu  lo  Thee  alone. 

AMuKUfIB  A.   rVtXBL 
ItetaoM.  III.  riik  t.  MM. 


2GG 


WOMAN  IN  HACRED  SONO. 


HASTEN,   O    LORD  I 

L.  M. 

'•I,  the  Lord,  will  haatcn  it  in  His  timf."-Isa.  Ix :  21 

1  Iliistrii,  O  Lord  !  thiit  happy  time, 

That  dear,  expected,  blessed  <hiy, 
When  men  of  every  race  and  clime 
Tile  Saviour's  precepts  shall  obey. 

2  111  one  sweet  symphony  of  praise 

Gentile  and  Jew  shall  then  unite, 
And  all  the  wrongs  which  man  has  wrought 
Sink  in  th'  abyss  of  endless  night. 

3  Then  Afric's  long-cnslavcd  sons 

Shall  join  with  Europe's  polished  race, 
To  celebrate,  in  diflereiit  tongues. 
The  glories  of  redeeuiing  grace. 

4  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 

Inimanners  kingdom  shall  exteud ; 
And  every  man,  in  every  face. 

Shall  meet  a  brother  and  a  friend. 

MBS.  VOKC. 


MISSIONARY    HYMN. 

1  From  the  snowy  Alpine  mountain, 
With  its  summit  upward  pointing. 
Whence  the  clear  and  sjiarkling  fountain 

Floweth  thro'  the  smiling  vale, 
Hark !  upon  the  breezes  speeding. 
Sounds  the  cry  of  nations  pleading, 
"  Come,  for  we  a  guide  are  needing, 

We  will  bid  the  truth  all  hail !  " 

2  From  the  troi)ic's  green  savanna, 
Where  the  palm-tree  waves  its  banner, 
And  the  brea<l-fruit  drojis  its  manna. 

With  the  joyous  song  of  bird 
And  the  gentle  zephyr  blending. 
Hear  the  voice  of  jirayer  ascending, 
While  the  Ilighest's  ear  is  bending, 

"  Send,  O  Lord,  to  us  Thy  word !" 

3  From  the  azure  re:dms  of  ocean, 

'Jlid  the  winds'  and  wavi's'  coiiiinotioii, 
Toilers  witli  a  true  devotion, 

Raise  the  earnest  cry  once  more : 
"Who,  from  earth's  enchantments  riven, 
AVill  the  seaman  tell  of  Heaven, 
That  to  him  that  jwrt  be  given 

When  his  wanderings  are  o'er?  " 

4  Shall  wo,  all  these  cries  unheeding. 
O'er  life's  flowery  paths  be  speeding, 
Wiiih?  few  Christian  hands  are  leading 

To  the  fohl  earth's  scattered  band? 
Lf>rd,  we  bow  in  deep  contrition ; 
May  we  here  fiillill  Thy  mission. 
Till  !it  length  in  Ileaven'.H  fruitioUj 

We  shall  dwell  at  Thy  right  hand. 

8UIUE    V.   ALDRICU.      1S58. 


HE   COMETH. 

Clune— "Home  SvxH  Hume,  or  Porlugueae  Hymn") 
"As  the  ligbtiiiai;  cuuiuth  uut  of  the  east  aiul  shiiiutb  eveu  unto  the  wc^.." 

1  Rejoice  and  be  glad,  all  ye  isles  of  t^e  sea, 

Your  Redeemer,  your  King,  cometh  forth,  cometh 
forth ; 
Wide,  wide  as  the  wings  of  the  wind  moveth  He, 
And  His  goings  encircle  the  ends  of  the  earth. 

2  Oh  I  wait  for  His  law,  and  rejoice  in  His  reign. 

When  trouble  and  strife  and  contention  are  o'er; 
When  gone  are  oppression  and  sorrow  and  pain, 
And  joy  is  o'er  all  ou  the  sea  and  the  shore. 

3  Oh !  lift  up  your  heads,  ye  glad  mountains,  and  sing, 

In  the  light  flowing  down  from  the  mansions  above; 
Oh  !  smile,  all  ye  ends  of  the  earth,  for  your  King, 
And  rest,  all  ye  lands,  in  the  light  of  His  love. 

AVRILLA  FURBE&. 

Cottage  Grove.  Minn.,  1883. 


COME   AND    HELP    US. 
Tune— "Sicilj/"  or  "Autumn." 

From  the  Arctic's  wintrj'  circle, 

AVhere  the  glitt'ring  ice-king  reigns. 
And  the  sun  but  dimly  shiiieth 

On  the  cold  and  frozen  plains, 
Comes  the  cry  of  waiting  spirits. 

Starving  for  the  living  bread, — 
Who  will  go  to  those  dark  regions. 

Life  and  light  and  bliss  to  spread? 

From  the  tropic  isles  of  ocean. 

Fair  as  Eden's  garden  bowers. 
Where  bright  birds,  with  songs  entrancing, 

Sip  the  honey  from  sweet  flowers. 
Where  the  eye  may  feast  on  beauty 

Of  which  man  has  scarcely  dreamed, 
"  Come  and  teach  us,"  hear  them  crying," 

"  Faintly  hath  the  day-star  beamed." 

Who  tho.se  distant    realms  will  visit? 

AV'ho  the  Saviour's  cross  will  bear 
To  those  long-benighted  nations, 

Shrinking  not  from  toil  or  care? 
Who  will  count  their  lives  as  nothing. 

Thus  the  true  and  earnest  love 
Which  is  in  their  bosoms  glowing. 

To  those  darkened  souls  to  prove  ? 

O  Thou  dear  and  blessed  Saviour, 

Shepherd  of  thine  Israel, 
Help  some  ])ure  and  noble  sj)irits 

To  bid  home  and  friends  farewell, 
And  among  those  distant  regions 

(Uadly  tread  their  thorny  way, 
That  those  sin-enshrouded  nations 

May  behold  Thy  gosjiel's  ray. 

MU8IB   V.   ALDKK'U     1858. 


FOREIUN  MISSIONS.     MONTHLY  MEETINGS. 


2C7 


THE   GLADSOME    TIDINGS. 

(TuiiB— "//uruvif,"  ur  "Mrmurim  of  Karlh.") 

1  Hoar  ye  now  the  gladsome  tidings, 

Christ,  tlie  Prince  of  peace,  clraws  near 
Shout  the  news  to  every  nation. 
Till  the  world  is  full  of  cheer. 
CuOKUS. —  Glory,  glory,  in  the  highest, 
Ili'ur  the  angels  sing  again, 
Glory,  glory,  in  the  highest, 

I'eace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men. 

2  Lo !  the  Morning  Star  has  risen 

O'er  a  dark  and  ruined  earth. 
And  from  out  the  heav'idy  ])ortal3 
Is  i)roclaimed  a  Saviour's  birth. 

3  Lift  your  heads,  ye  lieavy-hearted. 

Shout  for  joy  !    ye  captive  souls  ; 
Christ,  the  great  Deliv'rer,  cometh : 
How  the  hcav'nly  music  rolls. 

4  Now  the  Lord  of  glory  waitcth, 

To  redeem  a  world  from  sin  ; 
Tlirow  each  heart's-<loor  wide  to  greet  him ; 
Bid  the  King  Immanuel  in. 

MISS  M.    B.   SERTOBH. 

Set  to  music  by  Aduni  CieilxU. 

Copyright,  1879,  bj  F.  A.  North  &  Co.,  aud  used  by  por. 

WHY    SHOULD    WE    BE    DISCOURAGED? 

(Tuue— "RVWi.") 

1  Why  should  we  he  discouraged  ? 

Wiiy  k't  our  iiearts  complain? 
Why  seek  we  for  a  harvest 

Among  the  springing  grain  ? 
'T  is  ours  to  do  the  sowing ; 

'Tis  God's  to  give  the  yield  ; 
Then  wander  not,  complaining, 
About  the  Master's  held. 
CnORis. —  So  work  with  earnest  patience, 
Each  power  and  Uilent  wield  ; 
'T  is  ours  to  do  the  sowing ; 
'T  is  God's  to  give  the  yield. 

2  And  if  He  to  the  harvest 

Call  others  in  our  stead. 
And  if  our  ripened  vintage 

Anotlicr  conu's  to  tread  ; 
The  Father  knows  our  talents  ; 

Appoints  to  each  his  ta.sk  ; 
And  strength  to  do  His  pleasure 

Is  all  that  we  should  ivsk. 

3  Tlien  leave  to  Go<l  the  planning ; 

Perhaps  if  we  coidil  stand 
And  see  the  ripened  harvest 

Throughout  the  Lord's  broad  land, 
Then  we  might  claim  the  honor. 

The  glory  and  the  fame. 
And.  in  our  self-^-xtoJlinij. 

Forgot  the  Father's  name. 

Mlm    ■      K.    KBRTOOa. 

f»wn  "Onvuing  Ttiuuiph."  by  prr   K  A    N.irtl.  *  fo. 


GO    SPEAK    IN    TONGUES   OF    FLAME. 

(Tunc-'TariM.") 

I   Go  tell  the  wondrous  news  abroad, 

Go  speak  in  tongins  (»f  fl.imc  I 
For  Saul,  the  great,  the  Christian's  foe, 

Now  tells  of  Jesus*  name  ; 
What  wondrous  faith,  what  wondrous  change, 

His  sinful  works  undo! 
He  talked  with  .lesus  in  the  way, 

And  now  he  loves  Him  too. 
2  And  there  are  those  with  ns  t(xlay. 

Like  Saul,  of  glorious  fame. 
Because  they  know  not  Jesus'  love, 

Revile  at  .lesus'  name  : 
O  wondrous  change,  O  wondrous  faith  ! 

If  they  our  Saviour  knew, 
They'd  talk  with  Jesus  in  tin-  way, 

They'd  praise  and  love  Him  too. 
8  O  ye  who  know  a  Saviour's  love, 

Go  speak  in  tongues  of  flame. 
Till  evi'ry  faithles.s,  doubting  heart, 

Shall  learn  of  Jesus'  name  ; 

0  wondrous  faith,  O  wondrous  love. 
Our  Father's  work  to  do  ; 

To  talk  with  Jesus  in  the  wav. 
To  praise  and  love  Him  too. 

KKJi  M'Arruirt',  18St 

SOWING   AND    REAPING. 

C.  M. 

"He  that  gncth  forth  weeping,  ypi  btvriug  pm^l'iiu  m«-<1,   ihall  omM 
agaiu  with  juy  bcariug  hu  tlicaru*  wiili  buii." 

1  O  seed  of  truth,  once  faithful  sown 

With  many  prayers  and  tears. 
In  hope  of  l)Ounteous  harvests,  grown 
In  future  prosperous  years, — 

2  How  fair  to-day  the  ripene<l  fields 

Gleam  on  our  widening  view  I 
The  seed  abundant  fruit.uge  yields. 
The  laborers,  how  few  ! 

3  More  husban<lmen,  O  Lord,  wilt  Tliou 

To  field  and  vineyard  senil ; 
Where  every  stalk,  an<l  vine,  and  bough, 
With  clustering  fruit  doth  Ixmd. 

4  Ye  toilers  in  the  Master's  field. 

Where  others  lab<ire<l  long  ; 
The  stunly  arm  of  effort  wield, 
Still  steadfast  be,  and  strong ; 

5  Thrust  in  the  siokle.  where  the  plain 

Stands  thick  with  golden  cirs, — 
A  billowy  se.a  of  ri|M-ned  gniin, 
The  fruit  of  toilxime  years. 

6  Lo!  tli(»y,  who  Went  forth  weeping  then. 

In  «'arly,  darker  d.iys. 
To  bring  their  sheaves,  are  come  .again 
With  8UDg!i  of  joy  aii<I  praise  .' 

MART  r.  WcasTBB. 

Kotkf  Ui 


2G8 


WOMAN  m  SACRED  SONO. 


HAVE    YOU    NOT    A    WORD    FOR   JESUS? 

1  Have  vou  not  u  word  for  Jesus? 

Will  lliu  world  His  praise  proclaim? 
Will)  will  speak  if  yc  are  silent, 

Ye  who  know  tiie  Saviour's  name  ? 
You,  whom  He  hath  called  and  choseu, 

1  lis  own  witnesses  to  be, 
Will  you  tell  your  gracious  ^Master, 

"  Lord,  we  cannot  speak  for  Thee  1 " 

2  "  Cannot !  "   though  He  sulfered  for  you, 

Died  because  He  loved  you  so! 
"Cannot!  "   tlioui,di  He  has  forgiven, 

Making  scarlet  white  as  snow  ! 
♦'  Cannot !  "  though  His  grace  abounding 

Is  your  freely  promised  aid  ! 
"  Cannot !  "  though  He  stands  beside  you, 

Though  He  says,  "  Be  not  afraid." 

FRANCES  RIDLLY  UAVE&QAI. 

"ONE    MORE    DAY." 

1  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus, 

One  less  of  life  for  me ! 

But  heaven  is  nearer,  and  Christ  is  dearer, 

Than  yesterday,  to  me  ; 

His  love  and  light 
Fill  all  my  soul  to-night. 

2  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus! 

How  sweet  the  work  has  been, 
To  tell  the  story,  to  show  the  glory, 

Where  Christ's  flock  enter  in ! 

How  it  did  shine 
In  this  poor  heart  of  mine ! 

3  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus — 

Oil !  yes,  a  weary  day  ; 
But  heaven  shines  clearer,  and  rest  comes  nearer. 
At  each  step  of  the  way  ; 

And  Christ  in  all — 
Before  His  face  I  fall. 

4  Oh  !  blessed  work  for  Jesus  ! 

Oh!  rest  at  Jesus'  feet! 
There  toil  seems  i)leasure,  my  wants  are  treasure. 
And  i)ain  for  Him  is  sweet. 

Lord,  if  I  may, 
I'll  serve  another  day  ! 

ANNA  B.  WAKXEB. 

GO    BEAR   THE   JOYFUL   TIDINGS. 

"Oo  ye  into  all  the  worlJ."— Mark  it!  :  15. 
{Tunc— "SInnd  up  for  Jexua.") 

1  Go  bear  the  joyful  tidings 

That  first,  on  Judali's  plain. 
Awoke  the  wondering  slu'iilicrds 

To  praise  ^lessiah's  name  ; 
Exalt  the  King  of  glory 

Who  lift  His  ihrone  on  high, 
And  came  fin  earth  a  ransom, 

For  guilty  man  to  die. 


Ciioiius. — Go  sound  the  gospel  trumpet 
Beyond  the  rolling  sea, 
From  chains  of  sin  and  darkness. 
To  set  the  captive  free. 

2  Go  in  your  Master's  vineyard. 

And  labor  heart  and  hand  ; 
The  word  of  life  eternal 

Proclaim  to  every  land, — 
The  sweet  and  precious  promise 

To  all  who  will  believe. 
Free  grace  and  full  salvation. 

For  all  who  will  receive. 

3  Go  tell  the  broken  spirit 

That  vainly  sighs  for  rest. 
There  is  a  home  in  glory, 

A  home  forever  blest ; 
Go  bring  the  lost  to  Jesus, 

His  tender  love  to  share; 
Go  forth  to  every  nation. 

Immortal  souls  are  there. 

4  Haste  on  your  work  of  mercy. 

The  heavenly  call  obey  ;    - 
Go  in  the  strength  of  Jesus, 

The  true  and  living  way  ; 
Go  like  the  old  disciples. 

And  tread  the  path  they  trod ; 
Your  duty  lies  before  you, 

Go — leave  the  rest  to  God. 

J-ANNY  J.  CBOSB7. 
Copyrighted  in  "New  Oohieii  Shower,' 
1866.  auS  used  by  per.  Biglow  ii  Maiii. 

JESUS    SAVES. 

1  We  have  heard  of  a  joyful  sound, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
Spread  the  gladness  all  around, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
Bear  the  news  to  every  land, 

Climb  the  steeps  and  cross  the  waves  ; 
Onward  !  'tis  our  Lord's  command  ; 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ! 

2  Waft  it  on  the  rolling  tide, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
Tell  to  sinners,  far  and  wide, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
Sing,  ye  islands  of  the  sea, 

Echo  back,  ye  ocean  caves. 
Earth  shall  keep  her  jubilee  ; 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ! 

3  Sing  above  the  battling  strife, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
Bv  His  death  and  endless  life, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
Sing  it  softly  through  the  gloom, 

Wiien  the  heart  ior  mercy  craves. 
Sing  in  triumph  o'er  the  tomb, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ! 


FOREIGN  MISSIONS.     MONTUL  1'  MEETINOS. 


209 


4  Give  the  winds  a  mighty  voice, 

Jesus  savos,   Jesus  saves ; 
Lot  the  nations  now  rejoice, 

Jesus  saves,   Jesus  savi-s  ; 
Shout  salvation  full  and  tree, 

Highest  hill  and  dee|)est  caves, 
This  our  song  of  victory, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ! 

nilHI'ILLA  J.  OWCN8. 

From  "Songs  of  Ruilveiuiug  L<)»u." 

Published  l)y  John  J.  Horrt.    E.lit«l  by  r'rnf.  Swmnty, 

0.  C.  Mct'abe,  T.  C.  O'Kouo  and  W.  J.  Kirkiutrick. 


DEAR    SAVIOUR    OF    A    DYING    WORLD. 

FOR     EASTER. 

C.  M. 
(Tune—"  Howard") 

1  Dear  Saviour  of  a  dying  world 

WluTe  grief  and  change  nnist  be, 
In  the  new  grave  wiiere  Thou  wast  laid, 

My  heart  lies  <Knvn  with  Thee  : 
Oh  I  not  in  cold  di'spair  of  joy. 

Or  weariness  of  pain. 
But  from  a  hope  that  shall  not  die, 

To  rise  and  live  again. 

2  I  would  arise  in  all  Thy  strength, 

Thy  place  on  earth  to  fill  ; 
To  work  out  all  my  time  of  war 

With  love's  untlinchiiig  will  ; 
Firm  against  evi-ry  douht  of  Thee 

To  all  my  future  way — 
To  walk  in  Heaven's  eternal  liglit 

Throughout  the  changing  day. 

3  Ah  !  such  a  day  as  Thou  shalt  own 

When  suns  have  ceased  to  shine, 
A  day  of  burdens  borne  by  Thee, 

And  work  that  all  was  Thine. 
Speed  Thy  bright  rising  in  my  heart. 

Thy  righteous  kingdom  speed — 
Till  my  whole  life  in  coiicor<l  say, 

*'  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  I  " 

4  Oh  I   for  an  im[)ulse  from  Thy  love. 

With  tnery  coming  breath, 
To  sing  that  sweet  undvinji  sons 

Amid  the  wrecks  of  death  ! 
A  "  hail  I  "  to  every  mortal  pang 

That  bids  me  take  my  right 
To  glory  in  the  blesse<l  life 

Which  Thou  hast  brought  to  light. 

5  I  lon^  to  see  the  hallowetl  earth 

In  new  creation  rise  ; 
To  find  the  gems  of  Kden  hid 

Where  its  fallen  beauty  lies  ; 
To  feel  the  spring-title  of  the  soul 

I5y  one  deep  lovo  set  free ; 
Made  meet  to  lay  aside  her  dust, 

And  be  at  home  with  Thee. 


C  And  then — there  shall  bo  yet  an  end — 

An  end  how  full  to  bless  ! 
How  <lear  to  those  who  watch  for  Theo 

^\'ilh  human  tt'nderness ; 
Then  .shall  the  saying  come  to  p:iKs 

That  makes  our  honn-s  comjdete, 
Anil,  rising  from  the  concjuered  grave, 

Thy  j)arte<l  ones  shall  meet. 

7  Yes — they  shall  meet,  and  face  to  face, 

I5y  heart  to  heart,  be  known. 
Clothed  with  Thy  likeness,  Lord  of  life, 

And  j)erfeet  in  their  own. 
For  this  corruj)tible  nnist  rise 

From  its  corruption  free. 
And  this  frail  mortal  must  put  on 

Thine  immortality. 

8  Shine  then,  Thou  Kesurrectiou  Light, 

Upon  our  sorrows  shine; 
The  fulness  of  Thy  jo\s  be  ours, 

As  all  our  griefs  were  Thine. 
Now  in  this  <-hai)ging,  dying  life, 

Our  f.ided  hopes  restore, 
Till  in  Thy  triumph  j)crfected 

We  taste  of  death  no  more. 

ANNA  L.  WAJtUra. 


JESUS   CHRIST   SHALL   COME    AGAIN. 

(Tune— "ffo/j(  Spirit,  Faitlyful  OuitU.") 

1  Eager,  listening  to  the  wonls 

From  the  risen  Christ,  t!;c  Lord, 
Lo  !   the  waiting  people  stO(Ml, 

Oath'ring  close  with  one  accord. 
Then  a  silence  o'er  them  fell. 

As  they  gazeil  n|ion  His  fare, 
While  a  cloud  ascending  bright. 

Hid  from  view  its  wondrous  grace. 

2  While  they  stood  in  .sore  distress. 

Two  arraye<l  in  glist'ning  white, 
Sudileidy  the  silence  l)roke. 

Turned  their  (larkncvs  into  light; 
"Jesus  Christ  shall  come  again," 

Such  the  words  that  thrilled  the  air. 
"Jesus  Christ  shall  come  again. 

Keign  victorious  everywhere.  " 

3  Oh  I  the  hours  of  prayer  andpraise, 

As  the  little  waiting  band 
Talked  of  all  that  He  had  done. 

Sought  the  blessing  of   His  hand. 
Holy  Spirit,  heaveidy  power. 

In  Thy  strenirth  alone  we  prav  ; 
We  would  faithful  witnes,s  Inar. 

Conic  to  us.  Oh  !  come  to-<lav. 

MAmOARrm  W    HIcnlxiRAiai      U0 
rniB  D.  a  Ogok'i  "SAUjaUt  Scbool  Traehw'  MasML* 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


HAVE    YOU    NOT    A    WORD    FOR   JESUS? 

1  Have  you  not  a  word  for  Jesus  ? 

Will  tho  world  His  praiso  proclaim? 
Who  will  speak  if  j-e  are  silent, 

Ye  who  know  the  Saviour's  name  ? 
You,  whom  He  hath  called  and  clioseu, 

His  own  witnesses  to  be, 
Will  you  tell  your  gracious  jNIaster, 

"Lord,  we  cannot  speak  for  Thee  I" 

2  "  Cannot !  "   though  He  sulfered  for  you, 

Died  because  He  loved  you  so! 
"Cannot!  "   though  He  has  forgiven, 

Making  scarlet  white  as  snow  ! 
"  Cannot !  "  tliough  His  grace  abounding 

Is  your  freel}'  promised  aid  ! 
"  Caiuiot !  "  though  He  stands  beside  j'ou, 

Tliough  He  says,  "  Be  not  afraid." 

FRANCES  RIDLEY  HAVEROAU 

"ONE    MORE    DAY." 

1  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus, 

One  less  of  life  for  me ! 

But  heaven  is  nearer,  and  Christ  is  dearer, 

Than  yesterday,  to  me ; 

His  love  and  light 
Fill  all  my  soul  to-night. 

2  One  more  da3''s  work  for  Jesus! 

How  sweet  the  work  has  been, 
To  tell  the  story,  to  show  the  glory, 

Wlmre  Christ's  flock  enter  in ! 

How  it  did  shine 
In  this  poor  heart  of  mine ! 

3  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus — 

Oh  !  j'es,  a  weary  day  ; 
But  heaven  shines  clearer,  and  rest  comes  nearer, 
At  each  step  of  the  way  ; 

And  Christ  in  all — 
Before  His  face  I  fall. 

4  Oh  !  blessed  work  for  Jesus  ! 

Oh !  rest  at  Jesus'  feet ! 
There  toil  seems  pleasure,  my  wants  are  treasure, 
And  pain  for  Him  is  sweet. 

Lord,  if  I  may, 
I'll  serve  another  day  ! 

ANNA   B.   WARNER. 

GO    BEAR   THE   JOYFUL   TIDINGS. 

"Go  yc  into  all  the  world."— Mark  xtI  :  15. 
(Tune— "5(rtnil  up  for  Jesus") 

1  Go  bear  the  joyful  tidings 

That  first,  on  Judah's  plain. 
Awoke  the  wondering  shepherds 

To  praise  Messiah's  name  ; 
Exalt  the  King  of  glory 

Who  left  I  lis  throne  on  high. 
And  oam<!  on  earth  a  ransom, 

For  guilty  man  to  die. 


Ciiouus. — Go  sound  the  gospel  trumpet 
Beyond  the  rolling  sea. 
From  chains  of  sin  and  darkness. 
To  set  the  captive  free. 

2  Go  in  your  Master's  vineyard. 

And  labor  heart  and  hand  ; 
The  word  of  life  eternal 

Proclaim  to  every  land, — 
The  sweet  and  precious  promise 

To  all  who  will  believe, 
Free  grace  and  full  salvation, 

For  all  who  will  receive. 

3  Go  tell  the  broken  spirit 

That  vainly  sighs  for  rest, 
There  is  a  home  in  glory, 

A  home  forever  blest ; 
Go  bring  the  lost  to  Jesus, 

His  tender  love  to  share  ; 
Go  forth  to  every^  nation. 

Immortal  souls  are  there. 

4  Haste  on  your  work  of  mercy, 

The  heavenly  call  obey  ;    - 
Go  in  the  strength  of  Jesus, 

The  true  and  living  way  ; 
Go  like  the  old  disciples, 

And  tread  the  path  they  trod ; 
Y^our  duty  lies  before  you. 

Go — leave  the  rest  to  God. 

yANNV  J.  CROSBY. 

Copyrighted  in  "New  Golden  Sliower,' 
1866,  aud  used  by  per.  Bi^luw  &  Main. 

JESUS    SAVES. 

1  We  have  heard  of  a  joyful  sound, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
Spread  the  gladness  all  around, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
Bear  the  news  to  every  land, 

Climb  the  steeps  and  cross  the  waves ; 
Onward  !   'tis  our  Lord's  command  ; 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ! 

2  Waft  it  on  the  rolling  tide, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
Tell  to  sinners,  far  and  wide, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
Sing,  ye  islands  of  the  sea. 

Echo  back,  ye  ocean  caves, 
Earth  shall  keep  her  jubilee  ; 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ! 

3  Sing  above  the  battling  strife, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
By  His  death  and  endless  life, 
■     Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ; 
Sing  it  softly  through  the  gloom, 

AVhen  the  heart  for  mercy  craves. 
Sing  in  triumph  o'er  the  tomb, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves ! 


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4  Give  the  winds  a  mighty  voice, 

Jesus  saves,   Jesus  saves  ; 
Let  the  nations  now  rejoice, 

Jesus  saves,   Jesus  saves  ; 
Shout  salvation  lull  and  free, 

Iligiiest  liill  and  (lee|)est  caves, 
This  our  song  of  victory, 

Jesus  saves,  Jesus  saves  ! 

PniS<'ILLA  J.   OWENS. 

From  "Songs  of  Redueiuiug  Love." 

Publiiihed  by  John  J.  Hood.    Edited  by  Prof.  Swovnty, 

0.  C.  McCabe,  T.  C.  O'Kouo  and  W.  J.  Kirki«itricW. 


DEAR    SAVIOUR    OF   A    DYING    WORLD. 

FOR    EASTER. 

C.  H. 
(Tune—"  Howard.") 

1  Dear  Saviour  of  a  dying  world 

Wiiere  grief  and  cliange  must  be, 
In  the  new  grave  where  Tliou  wast  laid, 

My  lieart  lies  down  with  Thee  : 
Oh  I  not  in  cold  despair  of  joy. 

Or  weariness  of  pain, 
But  from  a  hope  that  shall  not  die, 

To  rise  and  live  again. 

2  I  would  arise  in  all  Thy  strength, 

Thy  place  on  earth  to  fill  ; 
To  work  out  all  my  time  of  war 

With  love's  unHinehing  will  ; 
Firm  against  every  doubt  of  Thee 

To  all  my  future  way — 
To  walk  in  Heaven's  eternal  light 

Throughout  the  changing  day. 

3  Ah  !  such  a  day  as  Thou  shalt  own 

When  suns  have  ceased  to  shine, 
A  day  of  burdens  borne  by  Thee, 

And  work  that  all  was  Thine. 
Speed  Thy  bright  rising  in  my  heart. 

Thy  righteous  kingdom  speed — 
Till  my  whole  life  in  concord  say, 

"  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !  " 

4  Oh  I  for  an  impulse  from  Thy  love, 

With  every  coming  breath, 
To  sing  that  sweet  undying  song 

Amid  the  wrecks  of  death  ! 
A  "  hail !  "  to  every  mortal  pang 

That  bids  me  take  ray  right 
To  glory  in  the  blessed  life 

Which  Thou  hast  brought  to  light. 

5  I  lon^  to  see  the  iiallowed  earth 

In  new  creation  rise; 
To  tlnd  the  gems  of  Kden  hid 

Where  its  fallen  beauty  lies; 
To  feel  the  sj)ring-tide  of  the  soul 

15y  one  deep  lovo  set  free ; 
Made  meet  to  lay  aside  her  dust, 

And  be  at  home  with  Thee. 


6  And  then — there  shall  be  yet  an  end — 

All  end  how  full  to  bless  ! 
How  dear  to  those  who  wateh  for  Theo 

With  human  teiiderne>s ; 
Then  shall  the  saying  <'ome  to  pass 

That  makes  our  homes  complete, 
And,  rising  from  the  eoiKpiered  grave, 

Thy  parted  ones  shall  meet. 

7  Yes — they  shall  m<;et,  and  face  to  face, 

15y  heart  to  heart,  bi;  known. 
Clothed  with  Thy  likem  ss.  Lord  of  life. 

And  ])erfeet  in  their  own. 
For  this  corruptible  must  rise 

P^om  its  corruption  free, 
And  this  frail  mortal  must  put  on 

Thine  immortality. 

8  Shine  then,  Thou  Resurrection  Lifrht, 

Lpoii  our  sorrows  shine; 
The  fulness  of  Thy  joys  be  ours. 

As  all  our  griefs  were  Thine. 
Now  in  this  changuig,  dying  life. 

Our  faded  hopes  restore, 
Till  in  Thy  triumph  perfected 

We  taste  of  death  no  more. 

ANNA  L.  WAJmCOL 


JESUS   CHRIST   SHALL   COME   AGAIN. 

(Tune— "ffo/i/  Spirit,  Faithful  OuitU.") 

1  Eager,  listening  to  the  words 

From  the  ri.sen  Christ,  ;!:e  Lord, 
Lo  !  the  waiting  people  stoo<l. 

Gath'ring  close  with  one  aecortl. 
Then  a  silence  o'er  them  fell. 

As  they  gazed  upon  His  face, 
While  a  cloud  ascending  bright. 

Hid  from  view  its  wondrous  grace. 

2  While  they  stoo<l  in  sore  distress, 

Two  arrayed  in  gli>t'ning  white, 
Suildenly  the  silence  broke. 

Turned  their  darkness  into  light; 
"  Jesus  Christ  shall  come  again," 

Such  the  words  that  thrilled  the  air, 
"Jesus  Christ  shall  come  again. 

Reign  victorious  everywhere." 

3  Oil !  the  hours  of  prayer  andpraise. 

As  the  little  waiting  ban<l 
Talked  of  all  tliat  He  had  done. 

Sought  the  blessing  of   His  hand. 
Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  power. 

In  Thy  strength  alone  we  pray  ; 
We  woulil  faithful  witness  bear. 

Come  to  us,  Oh  !  come  to-<lay. 

MAROAnrrri  w   iiNotHiiiAiai     IStS 
Wrom  D.  C.  Oook'i  '-tikbUtUi  School  Tmcbsn'  Manul." 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


THE    WORLD    IS    MY    PARISH. 

"Lo !   I  am  with  you  always, uviu  uiiU)  the  iiiil  of  llic  world." 
(Tunc— "i/uu)  Jinn  a  fuundaliun.") 

1  Disciplos  of  Jesus,  wliy  stand  ye  here  idle, 

Uo  work  ill  His  viiu-yard,  lie  calls  you  to-<lay ; 
Tlie  iiiijlit  is  approacliiiig,  when  no  man  can  labor, 
Our  Master  commands  us,  aud  shall  we  delay  ? 

CuORCS.— The  11(1(1  is  the  world  I  The  field  is  the  world! 

Look  ui),t'or  the  harvest,the  harvest  is  near; 

When  tlie  reapers  from  glory  will  shout  as 

tlu'v  come, 

And  tlie  Lord,  and  the  Lord  of  the  harvest 

appear. 

2  Our  field  is  the  world,  and  our  work  is  before  us, 

To  each  is  appointed  a  message  to  bear ; 

At  iiome  or  abroad,  in  the  cottage  or  palace, 

Wherever  directed,  our  mission  is  there. 

3  Perhaps  we  are  called  from  the  highways  and  hedges. 

To  gather  the  lowly,  despised  and  oiiprossed; 

If  tills  be  our  duty,  then  wiiy  should  we  falter  ? 

We'll  do  it,  and  trust  to  our  Saviour  the  rest. 

4  O'er  islands  that  sleep  in  the  wave-crested  ocean, 

We'll  scatter  the  truth,  and  its  fruit  it  shall  bear  ; 

O'er  ice-covered  regions.and  ro(!k-girded  mountains. 

The  Lord  will  protect  as  His  children  are  there. 

5  Listead  of  the  thorn  shall  the  myrtle  be  planted ; 

The  desert  shall  blossom  and  bloom  as  the  rose ; 
The  palm  tree  rejoicingshall  spread  forth  her 
branches ; 
The  lamb  and  the  lion  together  repose. 

FANNr  CROSBY. 

From  "Singing  Pilgrim,"  by  per.  Philip  Phillips. 
Copyrighted  1S66. 


3  Strike  deep  !  O  tree  of  knowledge. 

Spread  broad  thy  branches  green, 
Till  underneath  their  foliage 

A  ransomed  world  is  seen. 
Give  of  thy  fruit  to  raise  them 

From  ignorance  and  woe — 
Till  with  a  clearer  vision. 

Thy  work,  O  God,  they  show. 


MRS.  «.   M.  8.  WOODIS. 
Detroit.  Mich.,  1878. 


BOUNTEOUS   CARE. 

S.  M. 

1  Now  thank  we  all  our  God, 

With  heart  and  liand  and  voice. 
Who  mighty,  wondrous  things  hath  done. 
In  whom  the  worlds  rejoice  ; 

2  Who  from  our  mother's  arms 

Hath  blessed  us  on  our  way 
With  countless  tokens  of  His  love. 
And  still  is  ours  to-day. 

3  Oh  !  may  this  bounteous  God 

Through  all  our  life  be  near. 

With  ever  grateful,  joyful  hearts 

And  blessed  peace  to  cheer ; 

4  To  keep  us  in  His  grace. 

And  guide  us  when  perplexed. 
And  free  us  from  perplexing  ills 
In  this  world  and  the  next. 

CAIHEEINC  WINKWORTH,    tr. 

Bora  1829L 


THE   COMING   CONQUEST. 

"Hany  shall  run  to  aud  fro,  aud  knowledge  shall  increase.' 
"li  tbiu  work  be  of  God,  ye  cannot  overthrow  it." 

(  Tune — "Tht  moniiny  liyht  U  hn-aking.^') 

1  The  golden  beams  of  knowledge 

Are  spreading  broad  and  clear. 
Guided  by  wi.sdom,  virtue. 

The  world  to  bless  and  cheer. 
In  vain  the  plotting  wicked 

May  seek  to  stay,  o'erthrow. 
The  right  they  only  strengthen. 

Their  hatred  only  show. 

2  Roll  on  in  sacred  conquest, 

O  glorious  knowledge  fair. 
Uplift  the  weak  and  lowly. 

Their  burdens  help  them  bear. 
Run  to  and  fro,  with  ardor, 

Each  day  increased  in  skill ; 
The  hardest  work  is  easy. 

When  done  with  courage,  will. 


BEHOLD    THE    EXPECTED    TIME. 

Isaiah  li:  3. 
L.  M. 

1  Behold  the  expected  time  draw  near. 
The  shades  disperse,  the  dawn  appear  ! 
Behold  the  wilderness  assume 

The  beauteous  tints  of  Eden's  bloom ! 

2  Events  with  prophecies  conspire. 
To  raise  our  faith,  our  zeal  to  fire : 
The  ripening  fields,  ah'eady  white, 
Present  a  harvest  to  the  sight. 

3  The  untaught  heathen  wait  to  know 
The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow  ; 
The  exiled  captive,  to  receive 

The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

4  Come,  let  us,  with  a  grateful  heart. 
In  tliis  blest  labor  share  a  part ; 

Our  j)rayers  and  offerings  gladly  bring 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 


MR.M.    VOKK. 


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FORGIVENESS. 

0.  M. 

(Tunc  -"  Dundee.") 

1  Blest  Master,  how  exceedinj;  broad, 

How  <lee|)  Tliy  jiiire  eoimiiaiid, 
Tliat   lays  upon  eaitli's  t'crved  pidso 
A  ealiu,  ifbtraiiiiiig  hand. 

2  It  turns  the  tulu  of  passiou  buck, 

1 1  bids  revenue  be  still ; 
For  e'en  tiie  wratii  of  man  restrained 
Shall  execute  Thy  will. 

3  Th()iii;li  ni()(;ked  and  pierced  Thou  bidst  us  pray, 

Korjiive,  and  bless,  and  love. 
As  children  of  eternal  day 
Whose  life  is  hid  above. 

3  Oh'  pierced  hand  I  Oh  I   pierced  Iieart! 

O  Man  of   Soi'row  deep ! 
Unto  our  wounded  souls  impart 
Thy  love.  Thy  spirit  meek. 

4  Then  shall  W(^  calmly  trust  and  wait, 

iVnd  pray  for  friend  an<l  foe, 
Until  wi!  stand  at  ht^aveu's  i^ato 


In  garments  white  as  snow. 


kate:  k.  oden. 


CHILDREN    OF    LIGHT. 

(Tuno— "  O/iiy  Reineinbercd,'*} 

1  Children  of  light,  like  the  stars  of  the  midnight, 

(iuiding  earth's  weary  ones  home  to  their  rest 
Shine  for  the  heart  that  is  burdened  with  anguish; 
Cheer  up  the  louely,  the  sad,  and  oppressed. 

Clio. — Let  your  light  shine!  for  the  world  is  in  dark- 
ness ; 
Hide  not  one  ray,  lest  some  prodigal  child, 
Seeking  tiie  j)athway  to  home  and  forgiveness. 
Groping  in  darkness,  returns  to  the  wild. 

2  Children  of  light,  Oh  !   how  great  is  your  mission ! 

Siunlding  abroad  the  bright  (iosiitd  of  truth! 
Ligliiing  the  way  to  the  glory  ('ternal ! 
(iuiding  the  aged:    directing  the  youth! 

3  Chil  Ircu  of  light,  till  tlie  day-<lawn  appeareth, 

(iod  has  comnian<led  you  ever  to  shine 
•Ml  the  long  night  till  the  brightness,  God-given, 
Loseth  its  light  in  the  glory  divine. 

MIHX   M.    E.   HERVniW. 

From  "Crowiiiuif  Triumph."    F.  A.  Xorth  k.  Co.,  l>y  imt. 


LOOK    TO   THE    LIGHT-HOUSE. 

A  beacon  bright  the  Christian  stands 

Upon  the  shore  of  time; 
A  liiiht-house  built  on  solid  rock, 

That  rears  its  head  sublime. 


2  A  tower  high  the  Cliristian  stands, 

A  clear  and  sliining  liglit. 
To  (rast  a  gleam  acro.ss  the  sea 
Of  earth's  dark,  gloomy  night. 

3  Grand  scnlim-l  upon  life's  coast, 

l{e  faithful,  true,  and  brave  ; 
And  e\er  keep  your  light  abla/e, 
lienighted  souls  to  save. 

MUX.   E.  W.   niAI-MAN. 

Sot  to  muslo  by  J.  H.  Tt-nni-y  In  "Wrualli  nf  I'rklic." 

EJJUhI  uid  publiibcd  by  Aw  Uull. 

ART   THOU    WAITING? 

(Tuiio— "  Oulilt  inr,  0  thou  \p-eat  Jihiintk.') 

1  Art  thou  waiting  on  the  watch-tower, 

Kor  tiie  coming  of  thy  Lord  ? 
For  His  glorious  appearing. 
The  fullillingof  His  word? 
Chorus. — For  behold,  the  Bridegroom  comcth, 
Hear  ye  not  the  joyful  cry, 
"  Watch  and   be  ye  al>o  ready. 
Your  redemption  draweth  nigh"? 

2  Watch  and  pray,  the  liour  ye  know  not, 

Whieii  shall  bring  your  al)sent  Lord, 
"  For  ItehoM,  I  will  come  quickly. 
And  with  me  is  my  reward." 

3  Art  thou  waiting  on  thy  watch-tower, 

.loyftdly  thy  Lord  to  greet? 
'Till  He  comes  in  all  His  glory. 
And  ye  worship  at  His  feet? 

4  Wait,  then,  still  upon  thy  watch-tower, 

'Till  thine  al)sent  Lord  ap|)ear; 
Hold  tliou  fa.st  to  thy  jirofessitjii, 
Thy  redemption  draweth  near. 

ELIZA  nnERMAir, 
From  D.  C.  Cook's  "  Sabbkth  School  SUuual, '  by  per. 

FREE   GRACE. 

"Wlthont  money  and  witbout  price."-  laa.  It  :  L 

1  Herald  the  tidings  to  every  soul. 
Wave  on  wave  let  the  e«;ho  roll  ; 
Strong  and  ghnUy  the  ciioriis  swell. 

The  story,  grand,  of  Free  CJraee  tell. 
CnORlS. — Free  (Jrace,  Free  (irace, 

Kcho  the  cry  to  a  ruined  race ; 

Free  (Jraee,  Free  Grace, 
Shout,  shout  tlie  story  of  grace,  Free  Grace. 

2  Sing  of  the  wonderful  grare.  Free  Grace, 
Given  to  all  of  our  ruined  race; 

Slioiit  the  story  afar  and  near. 
That  c-very  burdened  .smd  may  hear. 

3  Go.  tell  tlie  story,  so  grandly  true, 
Praise  the  Lamb  w  lio  wa.s  slain  for  yon  ; 
Shout  aloud  of  tiie  P'ree  Grace  given, 
That  you  and  I  may  dwell  in  heaven. 

ARIIIK   I-     H'BEKTBa. 

Ftoto  "Sunfi  of  Tnm  Onor,'  by  fn.  D.  B. ' 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


A    NEW    DAY. 

1  While  the;  woury  world  is  sleeping, 
Up  the  hills  the  mists  are  creeping, 
Till  the  sun,  all  barriers,  leaping 

Floods  the  world  with  light. 
O'er  the  liills  the  dawn  is  Ijreaking, 
And  all  nature  seems  awaking, 
And  iier  drowsy  bed  forsaking 

To  greet  the  morning  light. 
Hark  I   the  joyous  birds  are  singing, 
Througii  the  woods  their  notes  are  ringing, 
Every  breeze  their  carols  bringing — 

We  have  passed  the  night  I 

2  Lo !  the  world  in  sin  is  sleeping ! 
Ignorance  and  error  creeping 

O'er  the  soul  to  lill  with  weeping — 

Let  us  watch  and  pray. 
While  our  hearts  in  gloom  and  sorrow 
Sadly  strive  from  faith  to  borrow 
Brighter  light  for  the  to-morrow; 

I)arkn(;ss  turn  to-day. 
Oh  !   when  breaks  the  glorious  dawning 
Of  the  resurrection  morning, 
Suddenly,  and  without  warning, 

Shadows  flee  away ! 

3  Christians  waking — homeward  winging — 
Praises  to  the  Lamb  are  singing, 
Christ's  own  voice  like  trumpet  ringing! 

Satan's  reign  is  o'er ! 
No  more  weariness  nor  sleeping, 
No  more  mists  of  error  creeping 
O'er  the  soul  to  fill  with  weeping 

Sad  hearts  sick  and  sore. 
Jesus  comes  !  by  saints  attended. 
Songs  of  love  and  joy  are  blended, 
Sin  and  pain  forever  ended  ! 

Joy  forevermore! 

AXSA   HOLYOKE  HOWARD. 
Brooklyn,  N    Y.,  1883. 

THE    SECOND    TEMPLE. 

1  Oh  !  glorious  in  beauty 

The  temple  rose  of  old, 
Its  pillars  hung  with  purple, 
1 13  portals  crowned  with  gold. 
CnORUS.— Thou  art  Thyself  that  temple, 
O  Christ,  our  Saviour,  King, 
Whom  earthly  slirine  and  glory 
Were  but  foreshadowing. 

2  But  to  the  second  temple 

Came  Christ  the  temple's  King, 
Whom  sacrifice  and  altar 
Were  but  foreshadowing. 

3  Thou  art  the  golden  altar 

Wiicreon  our  gifts  are  laid  ; 
Thyself   the  bleeding  victim, 
By  whom  our  sins  are  paid  ; 


4  The  veil  by  which  we  enter 
The  holiest  shrine  within  ; 
The  I'riest  who  stands  to  ofler 
A  sacrifice  for  sin. 

rDITU   R    WIUiON. 
Set  to  music  by  T.  Martin  Towue. 

I    HAVE    REDEEMED   THEE,    THOU    ART 
MINE. 

(Tune-  "Not  half  ha»  ever  been  lold."    Gospel  H}iniu.) 

1  "  I,  I  have  redeemed  thee."     Who  saith  it  ? 

Our  Jesus,  our  Master,  our  King ; 
He  who  upon  Calvary  suffered. 

The  perfect  salvation  to  bring  ; 
The  perfect  redemption  to  give  thee, 

O  sister,  bound  down  by  life's  load. 
And  clothe  thee  in  garments  immortal 

To  adorn  His  all-glorious  abode. 

2  "LI  have  redeemed  thee."     Who  saith  it  ? 

The  King  who  sits  yonder  enthroned — 
No  longer  the  victim  of  Calvary, 

No  longer  the  captive  entombed, 
No  longer  the  man  of  great  sorrows, 

No  longer  accpiainted  with  grief — 
But  God's  own  triumphant  Anointed, 

And  heaven's  Crown-jewel  and  Chief. 

3  Yes,  with  a  great  ransom  He  saves  thee, 

And  as  He  ascended  He  cried, 
"  Go,  teach  thou  the  blessed  evangel, 

And  tell  it  abroad  far  and  wide. 
Go,  tell  how  I  wait  for  my  people, 

Expectantly  wait,  until  all, 
Out  of  every  kindred  and  nation. 

Have  heard  of  my  life-bringing  call." 

MRS.    L.   L.   NEWKLL. 

In  "Woman's  Work  for  Woman." 
Rochester,  Minn,,  1882 

AFTER    THE    TOIL. 

1  From  the  fields  white  unto  harvest, 

Swift  the  laden  reapers  come. 
Bringing  treasures  to  the  Master, 
Hearing  the  glad  word  of  welcome, 

"  Enter  in,  thou  faithful  one." 

2  Last  of  all  the  long  procession, 

Master,  at  Thy  feet  I  stand  ; 
I  had  dreamed  of  bearing  sheaves, 
Flow'rs,  or  glory-tinted  leaves. 

Now  I  come  with  empty  hand, 

3  Neither  flow'r,  nor  leaf,  nor  fruitage, 

Lay  1  at  Thy  footstool  down. 
Weary  days  and  nights  of  anguish, 
When  the  spirit-fires  languish, 

AVhat  are  these  to  win  a  crown  ? 

4  "  Welcome,  child."  the  IMaster  whispers, 

'*  Em|)ty-handed.  worn,  and  late  ; 
Some  must  watch  and  meekly  bear. 
Some  in\ist  toil  and  bravely  dare, 

But  I  bade  thee  onlv  wait." 

CORA,   1880. 
From  "Every  Sabbath,"  set  to  music  by  T.  O.  o'Kanc. 


FOREIGN  MISSIONS.     MONTHLY  MEETINGS. 


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DUTY. 

Not  duty's  mcasiirfd  titlio  alone 

Lovr  lavs  ii|)oii  lnT  .Master's  slirim-  ; 

Lord,  j^raiit  this  i,dtt,  tliat  all  wo  own, 
And  all  wo  arc  be  marked  as  Tliiiic. 


WORK    IN    THE   ZENANA. 

(Tuue — "Memuritt  of  Earth,"  In  "Ouapol  n>'iiuis,"  or  "AalMmn.") 

1    Do  vou  set!  those  dusky  faces, 

CJaziiii^  diiMii)ly  to   the  west  ; 
Those  dark  eyes,  so  louij  despairing, 

Now  aijlow  with  hope's  unrest  ? 
They  are  looking,  waiting,  longing 

For  deliveranee  and  light ; 
Shall  we  not  make  haste  to  help  them, 

(Jur  poor  sisters  of  the  night  ? 

2  Long  despised  and  wronged  and  slighted, 

Oh!   tiiat,  washed  in  .Jesus'  blood, 
Kvery  sold  might   be  a  pillar 

In  the  ti'Uiple  of  (jur  (tod  ! 
Is  it  time  to  i)uild  the  temple? 

Time  to  shape  those  living  stones? 
Time  to  turn  to  songs  of  praises 

Bitter  tears  and  hopeless  groans  ? 

3  It  is  time  ;  the  Master  Builder 

Bids  us  work  with  heart  and  hand, 
Till  His  namt!  and  glorious  gospel 

Shall  be  known  through  every  land. 
It  is  time  ;  then  let  us  lalwr 

That  His  Spirit  be  not  grievetl ; 
Let  us  give  to  others  freely 

What  we  freely  have  receivetl. 

J.  u 
In  "IToltod  Pre^brterUn  Miidoiurjr  RuwnL' 


"WHILE    IN    TOIL   AND    IN    WEARINESS 

(Touo-'T**  Smtl  By  and  By.') 
"All  uatloiu  shall  kits  ainL'-Pi.  Izxil:  IL 

1   While  in  toil  and  in  weariness  hero 

We  are  seeking  our  Lord  to  olxn", 
Let  us  think  of  the  glad  days  to  0(»mo, 

When  the  nations  shall  own  His  mild  sway- 
Let  us  think  of  the  glorious  time 

When  the  name  of  our  (J(mI  shall  be  known  ; 
When  the  »'arth  .-"ball  lu-  filled  with  His  pniise, 

.Vnd  the  whole  world  ^hall  bow  at  His  throne 

Ciioius. — In  the  sweet  by  and  by. 

When  our  Saviour  in  glory  shall  ri'ign  ; 
In  the  sweet  by  and  by, 

Wiien  our  Saviour  in  glory  shall  reign. 


2  Then  thro'  Africa's  night  a  bright  dawn 

Shall  all  sorrow  and  darkness  disp<d  ; 
Then  India  shall  break  from  her  chains, 

^Vnd  be  freed  from  her  mythical  sp<dl ; 
Then  the  Crescent  shall  yield  to  the  Cross, 

Sharon's  Hose  shall  the  Lotus  replace, 
And  tlie  Isles  of  the  Sea  shall  rejoice 

In  the  blessings  of  panlouing  grace. 

3  Then,  when  hope  to  fruition  is  turne<l, 

AVheii  till'  teiribli'  battle  is  o'er, 
When  the  swift-rolling  years  cease  to  move, 

Ami  we  all  reach  that  beautifid  shore, 
We'll  sit  down  at  tin;  feast  (tf  the  Lamb, 

With  the  trilns  from  the  Last  and  ihi-  West, 
While  with  saints  and  with  angels  w«'  join 

In  the  rapturous  song  of  the  blest. 

4  Then  all  nations  and  kimlreds  and  tongues, 

Made  clean  by  the  blond  of   the   I.andi, — 
A  great  nmltitude,  dail  in  white  robes, — 

Shall  fori'vcr  give  praise  to  Christ's  ir 
Crying,  "  Blessing  and  honor  and  |Kiwe" 

Be  unto  the  Saviour  of  men  ; 
Thanksgiving  and  glory  to  (lod. 

Forever  and  ever,  Amen. 


AIIHIK    II.    CUILD. 


T?IE   CLOUD   OF   GOD'S    I'HESENCE. 


(For  HuUicra'  MocUng.) 
N'uniliun  Ix.  IS. 

1  Cloud  of  the  Lord  I  ordained  of  oM 

As  Israel's  <lesert  guide. 
Thy  radiant  wings,  with  mystic  fold. 
Both  light  and  shade  supplied. 

2  SvmlK)l  of  Heavenly  Providence, 

Which  diigns  w ith  us  to  dwell ; 
Our  constant  glory  and  defence, 
As  one  of  Israel ; 

3  Oh  I  may  our  children's  opening  eyes 

Uest  on  thy  guardian  shade  ; 
And  see  thy  radiant  lustre  risp, 
When  nature's  glories  fade  ! 

4  By  day,  by  night,  with  us  abide; 

And  onward,  as  we  move. 
Before  us  go,  a  faithful  guide, 
In  Go<rs  unfailing  love. 

5  To  that  fair  land  revealed  by  faith, 

Condui't  us  by  His  will  ; 
And  when  the  parents  sleep  in  death. 
Ah  I  guide  their  cliildren,  still. 


In 


J.  ».  ■ 

'  nnnaliliM  •ud  SbaiLn 
CUrk  ft  On.     Ul 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 

LOOK  TO  THE  CROSS. 


Words  by  MRS.  S,  M.  I.  UEXllV. 


EMMA  L.  MORTON. 
Music  from  "Welcome  Songs,"  by  per.  F.  H.  REVELL. 


1.  Look  to       the  Cross,  look     to      tlie  Cross,     Oh!  fix    thine  earn  -  est    eyes.    With  changeless,  trust  -  ing 


4-c  [-- [»-^^ — •» — w fT- 


'^^^ 


and    loue  -  ly    land,   And    is  -  lands   of      the      sea. 
■m — r-* •* *"' — I*-! — * ^-^ *-r-S-— n 


Look  to  the  Cross — not  to  the  woes 

From  wiiich  Clirist  came  to  save  : 
Rciucuiber  ye  the  risen  Lord, 

And  not  the  empty  grave  : 
Look  to  the  Cross — thy  groans  and  tears 

Cannot  for  sin  atone  ; 
Look  to  the  Cross,  the  blood-stained  Cross, 

Thy  hoi)e  is  there  alone. 

Look  to  the  Cross — not  to  the  one 

'T  is  given  thee  to  bear  : 
Nor  to  thy  brother's,  which  may  seem 

To  thee  more  sin  than  care. 
Behold  no  guilt  l)\it  thine,  and  know 

For  this  the  Saviour  died. 
And  cast  thy  sin,  thy  care,  thy  woe, 

Upon  tiie  Crucilied. 

Look  to  the  Cross,  look  to  the  Cross, 

With  such  a  steady  eye 
That  all  who  look  to  thee  shall  turn 

A  tiionghtful  gaze  on  high. 
Tims  shall  thy  life  be  liid  in  Chri.st, 

Thy  death  be  life  in  Ilim, 
"W'iiile  earthly  crosses  fall  to  dust, 

Wiien  earthly  crowns  are  dim. 


WorUs  from  ' 


ETcry  Sabbath,"  EdiUil  by  J.  C.  O'  Kane. 
Pub.  by  J.  Oliurch  &  Co. 


f" 


SOUND    THE    LOUD    ANTHEM. 

(Tuae—"  SAou(  iKt  glad  tidings.") 

1  Praise  to  the  grace  which  has  triumphed  so  freely, 

AVhere  sin  had  abounded  and  darkness  had  reigned  ,■ 
Praise  to  the  word,  which  has  spoken  so  fully 

Of  blessings  in  store,  which  are  yet  to  be  gained. 
Sound  the  loud  anthem  o'er  ocean  and  sea. 
The  hand  of  Jehovah  is  stretched  out  to  thee. 

2  For  Zebulon's  sons  yet  "  shall  call  to  the  mountam," 

The  people  from  far  to  the  house  of  the  Lord, 
To  partake  of  that  altar,  and  wash  in  that  fountain 

Whose  virtues  their  "  going"  shall  herald  abroad. 
Sound  the  loud  anthem  o'er  ocean  and  sea. 
The  hand  of  Jehovah  is  stretched  out  to  thee. 

3  The  ligiit  of  the  promise  already  is  dawning. 

For  Zion  is  nursed  by  the  ships  of  the  sea  ; 
Iler  temples  the  sailor  now  gladly  is  thronging. 
Rejoiced  from  the  bondage  of  sin  to  be  free. 
Sound  the  loud  anthem  o'er  ocean  and  sea. 
The  hand  of  Jehovah  is  stretched  out  to  thee. 

4  On  the  shore,  where  his  footsteps  too  often  were  taken 

In  snares  which  the  wicked  had  set  for  his  feet. 
The  liethel  now  spreads  for  his  welcome  her  beacon, 

And  temples  are  rising  his  coming  to  greet. 
Sound  the  loud  antli(>m  o'er  ocean  and  .«;ea. 
The  hand  of  Jehovah  is  stretched  out  to  thee. 

MR.-*.  C.  II.  ri'TN.v:.!. 


FOREIGN  MISSIONS.    MONTHLY  MEETINOS. 


27: 


GROW    NOT    WEARY. 

(Tuno-"  HVfc'j.") 

1  O  toilers,  grow  not  weary, 

Weary  l^y  the  way  ; 
Tlioui^h  tluuds  and  tempests  dreary 

May  darken  o'er  thy  way. 
The  sunshine's  still  above  thee. 

And  soon  tlion'lt  joyful  liokL 
The  Mowers  and  fruits  of  harvest 

With  sheaves  of  burnished  gold. 

2  O  toilers,  grow  not  weary, 

AV'eary  by  tlie  way  ; 
And  Satan's  hosts  shall  fear  thee, 

'I'he  powers  of  hell  obey. 
And  on  the  shores  of  India, 

And  China  by  the  sea, 
The  sowing  and  the  reaping 

Of  Christ,  your  Lord,  shall  be. 

3  O  toilers,  grow  not  weary. 

Weary  by  the  way  ; 
The  iMaster  walketli  near  thee. 

To  comfort  and  to  stay. 
Thy  hands  He'll  be  upholding, 

Amid  the  furrows  deep. 
And  at  life's  (piiet  evening 

He'll  give  thee  rest  and  sleep. 

ANNIE   H.    TnOMSOH. 

Set  to  music  by  T.  C.  O'Kane, 
In  "  ETery  Sabbath" 

MISSIONARY   HYMN. 

(Tuue — "Memories  of  Earth."  Gospel  Hymns.) 

1  Love  that  blest  the  bread  and  wine. 
Love  that  spread  the  feast  divine, 
Love  that  makes  Thy  table  mine. 
Love  of  love,  my  song  shall  be. 
Blessed  Giver,  all  of  Thee. 

Love  that  makes  Thy  table  mine, 
Love  of  love,  my  song  shall  be, 
lllessed  CJiver,  all  of  Thee. 

2  Lo !  since  Thou  the  tabl.i  spread, 
Since  Thy  lips  such  welcome  said. 
Lives  one  soul  uncomforted? 
Love  of  love,  can  any  be 
Hungry  now  for  lack  of  Thee? 
Lives  one  soul  uncomforted? 
Love  of  love,  can  any  be 
Hungry  now  for  lack  of  Thee? 

3  Hark  I  I  hear  a  wail  of  pain 
Coming  swiftly  o'er  the  main ; 
Voices  plead  and  pleail  again, 
'•Unto  us  no  feast  is  spread — 
On  our  sii^ht  no  light  is  shed." 
Voices  plead  and  plead  again, 
"Unto  us  IK)  feast  is  spread — 
On  our  sight  no  lidit  is  shed." 


4  Master,  can  I  sit  at  ease, 

\\'hile  there  pcrisli  such  as  theHC, 
I'leading  for  tiiy  messages? 
Love  of  love,  my  life  shall  Im; 
Spent  ill  guiding  souls  to  Tlu;e 
PKadim;  for  thy  messages. 
Love  of  love,  my  life  shall  be 
Spent  in  guiding  souls  to  Thee. 

MAJIY  SAJILK  UAKUY. 


"PRAY    FOR    US." 

(Tune— "Jfrmork*  q/Sarth.'  Ootiwl  Hymni.) 

1  "Pray  for  u.s,"  the  words  are  coming 

From  a  far-off  heathen  land ; 
They  are  echoed  in  our  nation. 

Heard  in  every  Christian  laml. 
"Pray  for  us"  in  far-off  China, 

Let  your  ])rayers  ior  this  a.scend, 
That  the  Holy  Spirit's  blessing 

Speedily  on  us  descend. 

2  "Pray  for  us"  in  California, 

That  a  P^ither's  love  descend, 
That  the  right  arm  of  a  Saviour 

May  our  churches  here  ilefend- 
Pray  for  Syria  ami  Oroomiah, 

For  the  hxr-ofi  fair  .lajian ; 
Pray  that  all  the  heathen  nations 

Soon  may  know  (Jo<l's  jirecious  plan. 

3  Pray  for  love  our  hearts  to  lighten. 

Pray  for  light  them  to  renew. 
Pray  for  hope  our  way  to  brighten, 

Pray  for  more  exjianded  view. 
Pray  now  that  the  Ix)rd,  descending. 
May  i)ossess  each  Christian  heart; 
Pray  for  grace,  our  hearts  defending. 
Us  from  earthly  love  to  part. 

8.  K.  r. 
Hopktnton,  loira,  Dec  IS,  1876. 


O    LORD,   HO"W    BOUNTEOUS  I 

"On  the  Ot-otilcs  also  waa  poured  out  the  girt  of  the  Holy  Ohnat"  — Vela,  x :  iS. 
( Tunes—"  H'cKx/iTOrlA"  (  E/lu  ; )  -Dulr  Street.'  (  E/Lit.i 

1  O  Loril,  how  bounteous  Tliy  grace  I 
Thy  wondrous  love,  nor  rank,  nor  place. 
Nor  Jewish  faith  nor  (Jentiles  bind, 
Tliy  gosjKd  is  for  all  mankind. 

2  The  gnicious  truths  Thy  lips  declare, 
O  Lonl,  let  me,  Tliy  servant.  In-arl 
For  all  who  sock  the  gos|>oI  light. 

It  shines  with  In-ams  more  jiurily  bright. 

8  A\niat  though  the  jdace  1k>  poor  and  mean, 
Oh  I  what  am  L  to  cry,  "Unclean  ?" 
The  messagi'  I  alone  c.in  give. 
Some  soul  is  waiting  to  ri-ci-ivc. 

rii.4  ic«rTr«TT. 
FhHD  D.  C.  Obuk'a  '^Bairfatli  Scboul  HaooaL' 


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WOMAN  IN  SAChED  SOJfO 


SOULS    IN    HEATHEN    DARKNESS. 

(Tune— "So mour,  like  a  Shepherd  lead  tw.") 

1  Souls  in  heathen  darkness  lying, 

WluTc  no  liiiht  has  broken  through, 
Souls  that  Jesus  bought  i)y  dying, 
Whom  His  soul  in  travail  knew, — 

Thousand  voices 
Call  us  o'er  the  waters  blue. 

2  Christians,  hearken !  none  hath  taught  them 

Of  His  love  so  deep  and  dear ; 
Of  the  precious  price  that  bought  them ; 
Of  the  nail,  the  thorn,  the  spear : 

Ye  who  know  Him, 
Guide  them  from  their  darkness  drear. 

3  Haste,  Oh  I  haste,  and  s))read  the  tidings 

AVide  to  earth's  remotest  strand ; 
Let  no  brother's  bitter  eludings 
Rise  against  ns —  when  we  stand 

In  the  judgment — 
From  some  far,  forgotten  land. 

4  Lo !  the  hills  for  harvest  whiten, 

All  along  each  distant  shore ; 
Seaward  far  the  islands  brighten, — 
Light  of  nations,  lead  us  o'er; 

When  we  seek  them, 
Let  thy  spirit  go  before ! 

CECH,  IRANCES  ALEXANDER. 


WHO    WILL   GO    FOR    US? 

1  Listen,  listen,  English  sisters, 

Hear  an  Indian  sister's  plea. 
Grievous  wails,  dark  ills  revealing, 
Depths  of  human  woe  unsealing. 

Borne  across  the  deep  blue  sea. 
"  We  are  dying  day  by  day, 
W^ith  no  bright,  no  cheering  ray, 
Naught  to  lighten  up  our  gloom, 
Cruel,  cruel  is  our  doom." 

2  Listen,  listen,  Christian  sisters, 

Siiow  ye  have  a  Christ-like  heart ; 
Hear  us  sadly,  sadly  moaning, 
'Xeath  our  load  of  sorrow  groaniTig, 

AVrithing  'ne;ith  its  bitter  smart; 
W^ith  no  hope  of  rest  above. 
Knowing  not  a  Father's  love ; 
Your  true  sympathy  we  crave, 
You  can  help  us,  you  can  save. 

3  Listen,  listen.  Christian  sisters. 

Hark!   they  call,  and  call  again  ; 
Can  ye  pass  them  by,  unheeding 
All  their  eager,  earnest  pleading? 

Hear  ye  not  their  plaintive  strain? 
Let  your  tender  hearts  be  moved. 
Let  your  love  to  Christ  be  proved, 
Not  by  i<lle  tears  alone, 
But  by  uoblu  actions  shown. 


4  This  is  no  romantic  story, 

Not  an  idh;,  empty  tale  ; 
Not  a  vain,  far-fetched  ideal. 
No,  your  sisters'  woes  are  real ; 

Let  their  jdeading  tones  prevail, 
As  ye  prize  a  Father's  love, 
As  ye  lioj)e  for  rest  above. 
As  your  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
As  ye  have  a  home  in  heaven. 

5  Ri.se,  and  take  tlie  gospel  message, 

Bear  its  tidings  far  away  ; 
Far  away  to  India's  daughters, 
Tell  them  of  the  living  waters, 

Flowing,  flowing,  day  by  day, 
That  they  too  may  drink  and  live. 
Freely  have  ye,  freely  give  ; 
Go  disperse  the  shades  of  night 
With  the  glorious  gospel  light. 

6  Many  jewels,  rare  and  precious, 

If  ye  sought  them,  ye  should  find, 
Deep  in  heathen  darkness  hidden. 
Ye  are  by  the  Master  bidden, 

If  ye  know  that  Master's  mind ; 
Bidden,  did  I  say  ?     Ah,  no  ! 
W^ithout  bidding  ye  Avill  go 
Forth  to  seek  the  lone  and  lost ; 
Rise  and  go,  whate'er  it  cost. 

7  Would  ye  miss  His  welcome  greeting 

W^hen  He  comes  in  glorj-  down  ? 
Rather  would  ye  hear  Him  saying, — 
As  before  Him  ye  are  laying 

Your  bright  trophies  for  His  crown, — 
"  I  accept  your  gathered  spoil, 
I  have  seen  your  earnest  toil ; 
Faithful  ones,  well  done  !  well  done  ! 
Ye  shall  shine  forth  as  the  sun." 

ELLEN  LAE.SHMI  OOREH. 

A  young  Bnihuiin  Ijidj. 

Written  in  EugUsli  by  herself. 


HIGH    UPON    THE   CROSS. 


1  High  upon  the  cross  suspended. 
Truth  is  hanging  undefended, 

Shelterless  and  scorned  indeed. 
Hate  rejoices  through  the  nation  : 
From  the  cross  comes  su])plication, 

"  Pardon  them,  for  whom  I  bleed.' 

2  Not  in  lightning  or  in  thunder 
Comes  a  truth  of  love  or  wonder  : 

In  a  manger  it  is  born  ; 
And  the  crowd,  its  liglit  unheeding. 
Nail  it  ever,  torn  and  bleeding, 

To  the  cross  with  laughing  scorn. 


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3  But  tlio  lisht,  by  men  rejected, 
Glows  witli  power  unsuspected, 

And  llie  cross  becomes  ;i  star  ; 
Beckoninjf  tlirou^li  the  mists  of  ages, 
Tliroui;li  tlie  blood-stained  martyr  pages, 

AV'ilnesses  from  near  and  far. 

4  Jesus!  Saviour!     Hail  forever! 
Throned  on  Calvary,  <lyinj(  never! 

Crucified  as  Truth  must  be  ; 
Each  red  drop  of  life-blood  flowing 
Shows  new  thoui^ht,  forever  growing, 

Calling  all  mankind  to  Thee. 

EMMA  S.    MAHKAU. 

Trauilatud  frnin  K.  Jaiinon. 
"  ChrUtiuu  UvgUtvr." 

DOXOLOGY. 

L.  M. 

1  Sing  j-e  the  honor  of  God's  Name  ! 
Spreading  abroad  His  wondrous  fame; 
Sing!  sing!  ye  jjeople,  in  all  lands, 
While  trusting  all  into  His  hands. 

2  For,  never  will  His  power  cease. 
Though  earth  siiail  yield  her  last  increase ; 
Oh  !  sing  I  ye  nations,  far  and  wide, 

"  The  Lord,  our  Lord,  be  magnified  !  " 

ELLA   A.    BOTCnKIRS. 

From  a  poem  euUtleU  "Lotc'ii  S'iiik" 
Sc'pt  5.  18S2. 

THE    WHOLE   WIDE   WORLD    FOR   JESUS. 

(Writtun  for  the  meeting  of  tho  Woman's  Foreign  Uiuionary  Sodetf, 

bvld  iu  Bullimurv,  May  9.  1872.) 

(Tuno.— '•  Wfbh:') 

1  The  whole  wide  world  for  Jesus  I 

Once  more  before  we  part. 
Ring  out  the  joyful  watchword 

From  every  grateful  heart. 
The  whole  wide  world  for  Jesus ! 

Be  tliis  our  battle-cry. 
The  lifted  cross  our  oritlamme, 

A  sign  to  conquer  by  ! 

2  The  whole  wide  world  for  Jesus  ! 

From  out  the  Golden  Gate, 
Tiirougli  all  Pacific's  sunny  isles 

To  Cliina's  princely  state  ; 
From  India's  vales  and  mountains, 

Througli  Persia's  land  of  bloom, 
To  storied  Palestina, 

And  .Vfric's  desert  gloom  ; 

3  The  whole  wide  world  for  Jesus 

Through  all  its  fragrant  zones ! 
Ring  out  again  the  watchword 

In  loftiest,  gladdest  tones. 
The  whole  wide  world  for  .Icsus  ! 

We'll  wing  tiie  song  with  prayer, 
And  link  tlie  jirayer  with  labor. 

Till  Christ  His  crown  shall  wear. 

MIU.    UK.    UEKBICC  JUUKSOIT. 


"OH!   TO    BE    NOTHING  I" 


'  Neither  li  be  that  plonteth  anything,  neither  he  that  watcrvth."    i  Cur.  IU :  T. 

1  Oh  I  to  be  nothing — nothing! 

Only  to  lie  at  His  feet, 
A  broken  and  emptied  vessel, 

For  the  Master's  use  made  meet! 
Emptied  that  He  may  fill  me, 

As  forth  to  His  service  I  go; 
Broken,  that  so,  uidiindc-red, 

Through  me  His  life  may  flow. 

2  Oh!  to  be  nothing — nothing! 

An  arrow  hid  in  His  han<]. 
Or  a  messenger  at  His  gateway. 

Waiting  for  His  command; 
Only  an  instrument,  ready 

For  Him  to  use  at  His  will ; 
And  willing,  should  He  not  re(|uiro  me 

In  patience  to  wait  on  Him  still. 

3  Oh!   to  be  nothing — notliingi 

Though  painful  tiie  humbling 
Though  it  lay  me  low  in  the  sight  of  those 

Who  are  now,  perhaps,  praising  me: 
I  would  rather  be  nothing,  nothing. 

That  to  Him  might  their  voices  l»e  raised. 
Who  alone  is  the  Fountain  of  l)lessiDg, 

Who  only  is  meet  to  be  praised. 

4  Yet  e'en  as  my  pleading  rises, 

A  voice  seems  with  mine  to  blend. 
And  whispers,  in  loving  accent.s, 

'•I  call  thee  not  '.servant,'  but  'friend;' 
Fellow-worker  with  Me  I  call  thee. 

Sharing  My  sorrow  ami  jov — 
PVIIow-heir  to  the  glory  I  have. 

The  treasure  without  alloy." 

5  O  love  so  free,  so  boundless ! 

Which,  lifting  me,  lays  me  lower 
At  the  footstool  of  Je.sus,  my  risen  I.<ord, 

To  worship  ami  to  adore — 
Which  fills  me  with  d«-ep>r  longing. 

To  have  nothing  dividing  my  heart, 
My  "all  '  given  up  to  .lestis. 

Not  "  keeping  back  a  part." 

6  Thine  may  I  be.  Thine  only. 

Till  calie<l  by  Thee  to  share 
The  glorious  heaveidy  mansions 

Thou  art  gone  In-fore  to  prepare ; 
l^Iy  heart  and  soul  are  yearning 

To  see  Thee  face  to  fare. 
With  unfettere«l  tongue  to  praise  Tljec 
For  such  heights  and  depths  of  grace. 
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The  wandering  and  the  wavering  feet ; 
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Thy  hungering  ones  with  manna  sweet. 

3  Oh  I  strengthen  me,  that  while  I  stand 

Firm  on  the  Rock,  and  strong  in  Thee, 
I  may  stretcli  out  a  loving  hand 
To  wrestlers  with  the  troubled  sea. 

4  Oh !  teach  me.  Lord,  that  I  may  teach 

Tlie  precious  things  Thou  dost  impart ; 
And  wing  my  words,  tliat  they  may  reach 
The  hidden  depths  of  many  a  heart. 

5  Oil  !  give  Thine  own  sweet  rest  to  me. 

That  I  may  speak  with  soothing  power 
A  word  in  season,  as  from  Thee, 

To  weary  ones  in  needful  hour. 
G  Oil !  fill  me  with  Thy  fulness,  Lord, 

Until  my  very  heart  o'erflow 
In  kindling  thought  and  glowing  word, 

Tiiy  love  to  tell,  Thy  praise  to  show. 
7  Oh  I  use  me,  Lord,  use  even  me, 

.lust  as  Thou  wilt,  and  when,  and  where, 
Until  Thy  blessed  face  I  see. 

Thy  rest,  Thy  joy,  Thy  glory  share. 

FRANCES  R.   nAVEROAL. 

Writing  to  a  friend,  MiM  Havergal  said;  "Perhaps  you  will  be  inter- 
Mtod  to  know  the  oritjin  of  the  consecration  bymu,  'Take  My  Life.' 
I  went  for  a  little  visit  of  Ove  days.  There  were  ten  persons  in  the  house, 
«omc  unconverted  and  long  prayed  for,  somo  converted  but  not  rejoic- 
ing CbrisliiUi."..  lie  gave  me  the  prayer.  Lord,  give  me  "'/  in  this  house ! 
Rfore  I  left  the  hoiue  every  one  had  got  a  bliasing.  The  la.st  night  of 
my  vinit  I  wiui  too  happy  to  sleep,  and  passed  most  of  thinight  in  praise 
oikI  n-neiral  of  my  own  consecration,  and  these  little  coujilets  formed 
lhcnis<'lv<'S  and  cliiined  in  my  heart  one  after  another  till  they  fiuiiihed 
with  'Svtr  unly,  all  fur  Thct.'  " 


CONSECRATION. 


1  Take  my  life  and  let  it  be 
Consecrated  all  to  Thee  ; 

Take  mj-  hands  and  let  them  move 
At  the  impulse  of  Thy  love ; 

2  Take  my  feet  and  let  them  be 
Swift  and  beautiful  to  Thee , 
Take  my  voice  and  let  me  sing 
Only  for  my  Lord  and  King ; 

3  Take  my  lips  and  let  them  bo 
Filled  with  images  from  Thee ; 
Take  my  silver  and  my  gold, 
2sot  a  mite  would  I  witlihold ; 

4  Take  my  moments  and  my  days. 
Let  them  flow  in  ceaseless  praise ; 
Take  my  intellect  and  use 

Every  power  as  Thou  wilt  choose ; 

5  Take  my  will  and  make  it  Thine, 
It  shall  be  no  longer  mine ; 
Take  my  heart,  it  is  Thine  own, 
It  shall  be  Thy  royal  throne ; 

6  Take  my  love,  my  Lord,  I  pour 
At  Thy  feet  its  treasured  store ; 
Take  myself,  and  1  will  be 
Ever  only,  all  for  Thee. 

FRANCES  R.  nAVEROAI.. 


"  Itl.KSS  THOIT    tllK   TKUTU,    I>H\K   LOItl), 
TO   .MK, —  ID    MK." 

(Mi!>!«  Lathbury.)     I'age  tSl 


FOREIGN  MISSIONS-     CONSECRATION. 


LEAD    US,    O    SHEPHERD   TRUE. 


1  Lead  iis,  O  Saviour  dear ! 
Keep  us  Thy  -side  .>o  near, 
Wf  shall  no  danyt-r  I'tar, 

Aor  over  stray  ; 
Wiicn  rjuiet  waters  flow, 
And  fairest  flowers  ^row, 
Or  rtJieii  tlie  storm-winds  blow, 
Lead  us  alway. 

Ciioias.— Lead  us,  O  Shepherd  true! 

Lead,  Jest  we  strav  ; 
Till  we  hid  eartli  adieu, 

Lead  us,  we  pray  ; 
Thou  who  hast  ^.'oiie  before. 
Guide  to  that  blessid  shore, 
Where  we  shall  siu  no  more, 

Leail  us,  we  pray. 

2  Lead  us,  O  C  hrist  divine  ! 
Take  our  weak  hands  in  Thine; 
Let  Thy  love  o'er  us  shine ; 

Call  us  Thine  own  ; 
Ilcarinir  Thy  voice  so  sweet, 
May  we  with  ready  feet 
Follow  Thee  till  we  meet 
Round  Thy  pure  throne. 

UlSti  M.   A.   BAEKK. 
From  "Sousa  of  Lore."    Set  to  miuio  by  Dr.  H.  R.  Palmer. 


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RESCUE   THE   PERISHING. 

1  Safe  now  beneath  the  shadow  of  tlie  cross, 

Shall  I  l)ut  idly  sit  nie  down  at  rest. 
While  round  nie  still  the  eruid  bre.ikers  toss 

Wreckiil   souls,  who  vainly  strive   the  waves  to 
breast  ? 

2  Shall  I  idiide  at  Ilis  dear  feet  and  learn 

The  heaveidy  wixloni  II.-  alone  can  teach. 
Anil  from  the  hands  despairing.'  lifted  turn, 

Which  fain  would  after  friendly  succor  reach  ? 

3  I,  who  have  known  so  well  the  treacherous  deep. 

May  not  in  ease  my  Saviour's  smile  enji)y, 
15ut  lik  ■  Him  ov.  r  helph-ss  sinn«;rs  weep. 
And  for  their  rescue  all  my  powers  employ. 

4  TIuMi,  when  He  shall  appear  to  crown  His  own, 

Toi,r,.ther,  saved  by  grace,  we'll  Him  adore; 
Our  labor  o'er  and  His  approv.al  won. 

Praise  shall  engage  our  tongues  forevermore. 

MIIH.    K.    A     WILnnN, 

In  "Labor  of  Lore."    Sprlagfleld,  HL,  188L 
A    BENEDICTION. 
A  life  made  beautifid  by  kindlv  deefls, 
A  generous  heart  and  hand  to  sorrow's  needs ; 
A  smile  that  chastenecl  ;rri,.f  i,y  \^^  warm  glow; 
A  fear  not  for  its  own  but  otlnrs'  woe  ; 
A  presence  making  sunshine  wlnre  .she  tro<l. 
Glad  with  the  happy,  reverent  toward  (Jod; 
Such  \wx  we  mourn,  whose  memory  like  a  flower 
Gathers  new  fragrance  with  each  passing  hour. 


MK8.   H.  J.  LKWU. 


MORE    LIKE    JESUS. 


BY   GALILEE. 


1  Hnak  Thou  the  bre.ad  of  life. 

Dear  Lord,  to  me. 
As  Thou  didst  break  the  loaves 

Heside  the  sea ; 
Beyond  the  sacred  page 

I  seek  Thee,  Lord  ; 
Mv  spirit  iiants  for  Thee, 

0  living  Word  '. 

2  Bless  Thou  the  tnith,  dear  UmX, 

To  me — to  me — 
As  Thou  didst  bless  the  bread 

By  (iaiilee  ; 
Then  shall  all  bondage  cea.te. 

All  fetters  fall  ; 
And  I  shall  find  my  peace, 

My  All-in-AII  \ 


HART  A.  LATHBTTIT. 
Bj  per.  1)?.  J.  H.  VlncvnL 


L.  .M.     D. 

1   And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ? 
Such  let  our  conversation  l>e — 
The  .serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 

A\  isdom  and  meek  simplicity. 
Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 
On  .lesus  let  us  fix  our  eves. 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 
2  Oh  I  how  benevolent  and  kind  I 

How  niilil !  how  ready  to  forgive! 
Be  His  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  His  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 
To  do  His  heavenly  Father's  will 

Was  His  em|>loyment  and  delight. 
Humility,  and  love,  and  zeal, 

Shono  through  His  life  divinely  bright 
3  DisfM-nsing  poo<l  where'er  lie  came. 
The  labor-*  of  His  life  were  love: 
Oh  !   if  we  love  the  Saviour's  name. 

Let  His  divine  example  move  I 
Thy  fair  example  may  we  trace. 

To  teach  us  what  we  oui.dit  to  bo  ; 
Mak<-  us,  by    Thy  Iransfnrnnng  grace. 
Lord  Je-n-.  d  .ily  more  like  Thet'. 


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FOREIOH  MlHSIOliH.     CONSECRATION. 


ONLY.    YET    ALL. 


ENOUGH. 


Tunc— ".'!(mii/(A."    8.  &L 


1  Only  .1  mortal's  powers, 

Weak  at  tlicir  liilli-st  strength  ; 
Only  a  tVw  swilt  Hasliin<(  hours, 
yiiort  at  their  fullest  leu^fth. 


2  Only  one  heart  to  give, 
Only  one  voice  to  use, 
Only  one  little  lif<!  to  live, 
Aud  only  oue  to  lose. 


1   I  am  KO  weak,  dear  Loni  I  I  eannot  stand 
One  moment  without  Thef, 
But  Oh  !    the  tendernesK  of  'I'liine  enfolding 
And  Oh  I  llie  faithfulness  of  Thine  ujiholding, 
And  (Jh  I  the  stniifrrli  of  'lliv  right  hand! 
That  strength  is  enough  for  me. 


2  I  am  so  needy.  Lord  !  But  well  1  know 
All  fullness  dwells  in  Thee  ; 
And  hour  by  hour  that  never-failing  treasure 
Supi)lies  and  fills  in  overflowing  measure 
My  least,  my  greatest  need.     Aud  so 
Thy  grace  is  enough  for  me. 


3  Poor  is  my  best,  and  small  j 
I  low  eouid  I  dare  divide? 
Surely  my  Lord  sliall  have  it  all, 
lie  shall  not  bo  denied  ! 


4  All  I  for  far  more  I  owe 

Than  all  I  have  to  bring; 
All  I  for  my  Saviour  loves  me  so, 
All !  for  I  love  my  King. 


5  All !  for  it  is  His  own, 

He  gave  the  tiny  store  ; 
All  I  for  it  nuist  be  Ilis  alone; 
All  I  for  I  have  no  more. 


All  I  for  the  last  and  least 

II(!  stoopeth  to  uplift ! 
The  altar  of  my  great  High  Priest 

Shall  sanctify  my  gift. 


From  "Sons  Klog, 


FRANrEM   R.    IIArERnAI.. 

by  per.  Dr.  U.  R.  l'»luicr. 


8  It  is  so  sweet  to  trust  Thy  word  alone : 
I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  unveiling  of  Thy  purpose,  or  the   shining 
Of  future  light  on  mysteries  entwining; 
Thy  promise-roll  is  all  my  own, — 
Thy  word  is  enough  for  me. 


4  The  human  heart  asks  love.     Bat  now  I  know 
That  my  heart  hath  from  Thee 
All  real  and  full  and  marvellous  afTection, 
So  near,  so  human  I    Yet  Divine  perfection 
Thrills  gloriou.sly  the  mighty  glow  I 
Thv  love  a  enough  for  me. 


5  There  were  strange  soul-depths,  restless,  vast  and 
broad. 
Unfatliomed  as  the  sea, — 
An  infinite  craving  for  some  infinite  stilling; 
But  now  Thy  |)erfect  j>oace  is  jx^rfect  filling! 
Lord  .lesus  Christ,  my  Lord,  my  God, 
Thou,  Thou  art  enough  for  me  ! 

FKAKCn  «.   BATUIOAI. 


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WOMAN  ly  SACRED   SONO. 


TRUE-HEARTED,  WHOLE-HEARTED. 


"With  a  true  heart." -Heb.  i :  22. 


Words  and  Music  by  FRANCES  RIDLEY  HAVERGAL 


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Yielding'  lienct'forth  to  our  glorious  King! 
Vuliunt  endeavor  and  loving  obedience 
Freely  and  joyously  now  would  we  bring. 

3  Saviour  of  sinners.  Thou  knowest  our  story. 

Weak  are  the  hearts  that  we  lay  at  Thy  feet, 


Sinful  and  treacherous !  yet,  for  Thy  glory, 

Ilea!  them,  and  cleanse  tliem  from  sin  and  deceit. 

4  IIol\'  Redeemer  I   beloved  and  glorious. 

Take  Thy  great  power  and  reign  'Iliou  alone, 
Over  our  wills  and  affections  victorious — 
Freely  surrendered  aud  wholly  Thine  own. 


FOREIGN  MISSIONS.    CONSECRATION. 


287 


CONSECRATION    HYMN. 

1  Thou  Ttu(;lior  of  our  8i)irits — Thou 

Who  g:ivt;.st  these  frames  of  onrs, 
We  own  Thy  ri<;ht  to  ruh-  and  reign 
In  ull  our  mortal  powers. 

2  The  potter  moulds  liis  plastic  clay 

Acconling  to  his  will ; 
And  l)e  the  vessel  great  or  small. 
He  claims  its  service  still. 

3  So  wo — the  creatures  of  Tliy  hand, 

Tlie  (lay  that  Thou  didst  mould. — 
Would  cousecrate  to  Thee  each  power 
Of  body  and  of  soul. 

JCMHT  BLAND  BIACcnAMP. 
Denton,  Texu,  1884. 

MARY'S   OFFERING. 

O.  M.  Double. 

1  ^\lien  ^^ary,  moved  hy  grateful  love, 

Tiie  precious  ointment  poured 
Upon  the  head  and  feet  of  Ilim 

She  owned  as  Christ  and  Lord, 
The  odor  of  the  costly  gift 

Pervaded  all  the  room ; 
How  grateful  to  the  sense  it  seemed, 

How  sweet  the  rich  perfume. 

2  Thus,  dearest  Lord !  an  offering  meet 

I  fain  would  bring  to  Thee: 
My  heart's  devoted  lov»!  is  all, 

lint  Oh  !  accept  of  me 
The  gift,  and  may  its  fragrance  rise 

As  incense  to  Thy  throne. 
Oh !  seal  me  with  thy  gracious  hand, 

To  work  for  Thee,  thiue  own. 

MRU.    r   P    WILLIAMS. 
AliplctoD  Citjr.  Mo.,  138L 

I   GIVE   MYSELF   TO   THEE. 

1  Saviour,  who  die<l  for  me, 
I  give  myself  to   Thee; 
Thy  love,  so  full,  so  free, 

Claims  all  my  |M)wer3. 
Be  this  my  purpose  high, 
To  serve  Thee  till  1  die, 
AViictluT  my  j)ath  shall  lie 

'Mid  thorns  or  flowers. 

2  Rut,  Ix)nl,  the  flesh  is  weak; 
Thy  gracious  aid  I  seek. 

For  Thou  the  word  nuist  speak, 

That  makes  me  strong. 
Then  let  me  hear  Thy  voice. 
Thou  art  my  only  choice ; 
t)h  I  bid  my  heart  rejoice, 

Be  Thou  my  song. 


8  May  it  be  joy  to  mo 
To  f(dlow  only  Thee; 
Thy  failliftd  wrvunt  be. 

Thine  III  the  end. 
For  'J"hce,  I'll  do  and  dare. 
For  Thee,  (he  cross  ril  iM'ur, 
'I'o  Thee  dir<ct  my  prayer. 

On  Thee  depend. 
4   Saviour,  with  nie  abide; 
IJe  ever  ne;ir  niv  side  ; 
Sup|K)rt,  defend  and  guide; 

I  look  to  Thee. 
I  lay  my  hand  in  Tliine, 
And  fleeting  joys  ri-sign, 
If  I  may  call  Thee  mine 

Eternally. 

MIHN  MAHY  J    MAHOW. 
C<i|i)rrif  lit,  1S73.  by  Bliiloar  A  Maiu.     Uh-U  by  ptv. 


MY    MORNING    HYMN. 

L.  U. 

"When  I  kirake  I  un  •till  with  Thee.'— PmIid  exxzlz :  UL 

1  O  Jesus!  for  a  touch  divine 

To  rest  upon  this  frame  of  mine ; 
As  now  1  lie,  an  em|)ty  cup. 
With  vigorous  life,  Oh  I  till  me  up! 

2  Touch  Thou  mine  eyes  that  I  may  see 
What  Thou  would'st  havt-  me  do  an<l  he. 
Touch  Thou  my  lips,  my  feet,  my  liaiidB, 
That  they  may  follow  Thy  conunand-s. 

3  Touch  Thou  my  heart,  and  flaming  fire 
Shall  burst  and  bhize.  .'ind  life  ins])ire, 
And  circle  round  my  home  ImIow 
And  e'en  for  heathen  sisters  glow  ; 

4  A  flame  to  lighten  like  the  sun. 

Ami  warm  and  cheer  me  while  I  run; 
To  do  Thy  w  ill  through  all  the  (Liy, 
In  even,  or  in  roughest  way : 

4  A  flame  to  |)urge  the  clross  of  sin 
That  chokes  the  cankers  all  within; 
Oh!  let  it  burn,  dear  I^ird.  until 
The  gold  shall  Thy  desire  fulfill, 

5  And  on  its  molten  surface  all 
Can  .see  Thy  image  clearly  fall, 
K<'flecting  in  their  richest  grace 
All  the  swe«'t  Ix-aulies  of  Thy  face. 

6  Jesus,  this  waking  hour  ap|>ear 
In  all  Thy  glory  with  me  here; 
And  make  this  first  glad  morning  ray 
A  bene<liction  for  the  day. 

7  'Hie  hour  with  God  wa.s  pa.>ising  sweet. 
And  life  looke<l  bright  In-fore  my  feet; 
And  all  the  «lay,  as  on  I  movetl. 

The  precious  Christ-touch  o?)  me  proved. 

BKLEK    E.    BUmWX.    int. 


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WOAfAIf  I^r  SACRED  SOlfO. 


SHE  HATH  WROUGHT  A  GOOD  WORK,  SHE  HATH 
DONE  WHAT  SHE  COULD." 


(Tune  —  "  Vinton."    7b,) 


MRS.  L,  L.  NFAVELL.    Rooliestcr,  Minn.,  1879." 


BESSIE  A.  WniTLOCK. 
From  "Bong King,"  hy  \>et.  DR.  H.  R.  PALMER. 


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I    KNOW    I    LOVE   THEE. 

(  Tune— "  CuiK/i'f.") 

"  Eye  hath  not  seen,  nor  ear  heard,  neither  have  entered  into  the  heart  of 
nutn,  the  thluga  which  U<>d  hath  prepared  forlbem  that  lure  Uiiu.I—  Uor.  U  :9. 

1  1  know  1  love  Thoe  better,  Lord, 

'rii:iii  any  eartlily  joy, 
For  Tliou  lia.-^t  j^iveu  nie  tlie  peace 
Wliicli  nothing  can  destroy. 

2  1  know  that  Tliou  art  nearer  stUl 

Than  any  earthly  throng, 
And  sweeter  i.s  the  tliought  of  The0 
Thau  any  lovely  song. 

3  Tliou  hast  put  gladness  in  my  heart ; 

Then  well  may  I  be  glad  ; 
AVitliout  the  secret  of  Tliy  love 
I  could  not  but  he  sad. 

4  O  Saviour,  precious  .Saviour,  mine! 

^Vllat  will  Tiiy  liresenct-  he 
If  suiji  a  life  of  joy  can  crown 
Our  walk  on  earth  witli  Thee? 

But  to  niuaic  l>y  R    E  Hndaon. 
in  "  Oeiua  o(  toe  GveDol." 


day        speak         this    word        of 
WAITING    FOR    THE    KING. 

"Waiting  for  the  coming  of  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ,"—!  Cor.  i:  7. 

1  "Waiting  for  His  coming,  toiling  a.s  I  wait; 
But  a  humble  worker  in  His  vast  estate ; 
Yet  my  single  talent  must  not  idle  lie, 

lie  will  ask  the  increase  of  me  by  and  by. 

CnORCS.-Waiting  for  the  coming  of  the  King  of  kings! 
Be  it  soon  or  late,  I'm  working  as  I  wait; 
How  my  heart  rejoices,  of  His  glory  sings, 
Waiting  for  the  King  of  kings. 

2  Thougli  my  lot  be  weary — toiling  since  the  sj)ring, 
Yet  a  time  of  resting  cometli  with  my  King; 
Jvow  the  whitened  harvest  waits  tiie  willing  hand, 
Ami  tlie  call  for  reapers  souudeth  through  the 

land. 

3  Toiling  ill  the  morning,  'neath  the  snnbright  ray; 
Toilijig  still  when  evening  draws  its  curtains  gray, 
Yet  though  often  troubled— weary  of  earth's  guile, 
All  will  be  forgotten,  when  I  see  His  smile. 

MISS  M.  E.  suivnss- 
Set  to  music  in  "Holy  Voices,"  by  E.  S.  Lorvns. 


FOREION  MISSIONS.     CONSKrhATION. 


289 


"I    LOVE    MY    MASTER" 

Byanlneular  coincidence.  EUlen  P.  S.  uml  licriiiitur  K.  K.  U.  wrote  on 
Uiin  Hiibjuct  tUu  auuiu  Jay,  E.  lu  EukUuJ,  H.  lu  Uwiuerlikuj. 

Ex.  xxl.  3. 
(Tuue-"  K'cfcfc.") 

1  T  love,  I  love  my  Master, 

I  will  not  fjo  out  free! 
He  loves  iiic.  Oil!  so  lovingly, 
•  lit!  is  so  yood  to  inc  I 

I  love,  I  love  my  Master. 

He  shed  His  l)Ioo(l  for  me, 
To  ransom  me  from  Satan's  j)Ower, 

From  sin's  hard  slavery. 

2  I  love,  I  love  my  Master, 

Oh  !  how  He  worked  for  me  ! 
He  worked  out  (iod's  salvation, 

So  i^reat,  so  full,  so  free. 
My  Master,  O  my  Master, 

If  1  may  work  for  Thee, 
And  tell  out  Thy  salvalion, 

How  happy  shall  1  \n- ! 
8  I  know  not,  hut  my  Master 

Will  teach  me  what  to  do  ; 
Prepare  the  <;round.  point  out  the  way. 

And  work  within  me.  too. 
"Take  up  the  cross."  He  hids  me, 

And  this  for  nu>  He  hare; 
And  while  I   wear  His  easy  yoke, 

He  meekly  takes  a  share. 
A    I  (MMUot  leave  my  Master. 

His  love  has  pierced  my  heart; 
He  hinds  me  to  Himself  with  love, 

He  will  not  let  me  part. 
I  love,  I  love  my  Master, 

To  Him  alone  I  dinp. 
For  there  is  none  like  .lesus. 

My  Saviour.  Friend,  and  Kinu. 

ELLEN-  r.  SHAW.    (iir<-  HaTeritaL) 

WAITING    AT   THE    LORD'S   COMMAND. 

(Turn—"  Holy  Spirit.  Failh/ul  Ouith.") 

1  Waitin^I  at  the  I^nl's  connnand. 

All  were  there  with  one  accord; 
Lookini;  toward  the  heavenly  land 
For  the  "  promise  "  of  the  Lord. 
Choris. — Holy  Spirit,  yift  divine, 

.Shine  upon  me  from  alwve! 

Fill,  Oh  :   till  this  heart  of  mine 

With  Thy  overHowin<j  love  ! 

2  I'nto  all.  the  power  was  jjiven, 

Fpon  all.  tlu'  Spirit  |)onrid  ; 
For  they  souixht  the  i^ift  from  heaven, 
Waitini,'  always  for  the  Lord. 

3  Be  amazed,  ye  wonderin-,'  thronjil 

How  could  you  the  meaning  tell.' 
Unto  them  who  loved  Him  loni;. 
From  His  lips  the  promise  fell. 


4  If  you'd  ham  what  precious  wonls 

I'' rum  the  lips  of  .lesus  flow, 
Sittin<( daily  hy  His  side. 

You  shall  every  promise  kuow. 

5  Oh  I  to  breathe  the  Saviour's  name! 

Oh  I   to  treail  where  .lesus  trod; 
And.  hapti/ed  with  ton;.Mies  of  Hame, 
Tell  the  wondrous  works  of  (iod. 

■LLA   M'ArrKBTT. 
Br  par.  Dmrld  C.  Cook.     From  "  Sabbath  Sobool  MauuaL" 


NEW   YEAR    HYMN. 


1  Snnlijjht  of  the  henvrnly  d.iv, 

Mi^dity  to  revive  and  <heer, 
IJless  our  yet  initnxlden  way. 

Lead  us  throii;,di  tlu-  entered  year. 
Where  the  shailes  fif  death  we  see. 
Let  Thy  livinj;  i)ri;j;htness  Im"  ; 
Let  it  spet'il  our  liuj^erin;;  feet. 
Let  it  sliine  on  all  we  meet, 
Wiiile  l)efore  our  cliasfened  naze, 

Karthly  pleasures  fa<le  and  fail. 
Thou,  the  li^ht  of  all  our  days — 

Thou,  our  steadfast  glory,  hail ! 

2  Open  Thou  ])eneath  our  tre:id 

.Springs  the  distance  could  not  show; 
From  the  holy  Fountain  hea<l. 

Let  them  rise  where'er  we  go. 
Rither  give  us  eyes  to  see, 
Love  awake  to  love  in  Thee, 
Hearts  that,  trusting  in  Thy  care. 
Find  its  traces  everywhere. 
Teach  us,  as  we  pass  .along, 

In  the  shining  of  Thy  fare. 
Many  a  sweet  thanksgiving  song. 

Even  in  a  dreary  place. 

3  Lord  of  all.  wc  cannot  know 

What  our  jiaths  may  yet  unfold  ; 
But  the  part  that  love  should  show — 

Wise  to  sjive  us — Thou  hiust  told. 
By  our  hearts'  unmeasured  price. 
By  Thy  life-long  sacrifice. 
By  Thy  (h-ath  to  .set  us  free. 
Lead  us  on  to  joy  in  Thee. 
On,  to  greet  the  perfect  day. 

Blessed  end  of  time  an<l  strife, — 
On.  through  all  the  shining  w.iy. 

Brightness  of  our  human  life. 

AVIIA    L.   WAKIHO. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  80NO. 


WAITING. 

"  For  they  shall  not  bv  ashuimtl  that  wait  fur  me." 

1  Yes,  I  am  waitinn;.  Lord,  and  it  is  sweet 
To  rest  tlu'  wliile  at  Thy  sacred  feet, 

Here  witli  Tliy  wounded  hand  upon  my  head, 
My  weary  soul  is  blest  and  comforted. 

2  'T  is  joy  to  tarry  at  Thy  bleedinif  side. 
Whence  flows  tlic  liealiiiji.  pui'ityiuij;  tide, 
My  only  hope,  my  perfect  righteousness ; 
Yes,  I  will  wait  in  this  dear  hiding-place. 

3  For  prone  am  I,  my  Lord,  from  Thee  to  stray, 
And  lose  Thy  presence  in  earth's  busy  way ; 
Yea,  sometimes  out  on  errands  Thine  alone, 
Self  rises,  and  I  count  them  all  my  own. 

4  So  eager  am  I  to  devise  and  do, 

And  in  my  frantic  zeal  the  way  pursue. 
That  I  forget  I  should  but  follow  Thee  ; 
And  hurry,  till  Thy  face  I  cannot  see. 

5  And  Thou  in  love  dost  check  my  foolisli  haste, 
Take  me  apart  into  the  desert  waste, 

And  bid  me  i)ause  till  Thou  shalt  point  the  way, 
And  go  before  me  lest  again  I  stray. 

6  So  here  beneath  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing 
I  stay  my  steps,  and  as  I  wait  I  sing ; 

AVhile  peace  divine  through  all  my  soul  distills, 
And  love  its  blessed,  perfect  work  fulfills. 

HELEN  E.   BROWN. 


A    NEW   YEAR'S    PROMISE. 

"Certainly  I  will  be  with  thee."    Ex.  iii  :  12, 
(Tune — "Memoria  of  Earth,"  or  "Sicily") 

1  "  Certainly  I  will  be  with  thee !  "     Father,  I  have 

found  it  true : 
To  Thy  faithfulness  and  mercy  I  would  set  my  seal 

anew. 
All  the  year  Thy  grace  has  helped  me ;    Thou  my 

help  indeed  hast  been  ; 
Marvelous  the  loving-kindness  every  day  and  hour 

have  seen. 

2  "  Certainly  I  will  be  with   thee  ! "     Let  me  feel  it, 

Saviour  dear ; 

Let  me  know  that  Thou  art  with  me,  very  precious, 
very  near. 

On  this  day  of  solemn  pausing  with  Thyself,  all  long- 
ing still. 

Let  Thy  pardon,  let  Thy  presence,  let  Thy  peace  my 
spirit  fill. 

3  "  Certainly  I  will  be  with  thee  1  "     Blessdd  Spirit, 

come  to  me, 

Rest  upon  me,  dwell  within  me,  let  my  heart  Thy 
temple  be  ; 

Through  the  trackless  year  before  me,  holy  One,  with 
me  aliiile  I 

Teach  me,  comfort  me,  and  calm  me,  be  my  ever- 
present  Cjuide. 


4  "  Certainly  I  will  be  with  thee !  "  Starry  promise 
in  till'  night ! 

All  uncertainties,  like  shadows,  flee  away  before  its 
light. 

"  Certainly  I  will  be  with  thee !  "  He  hath  spoken  ; 
I  have  heard  ! 

True  of  old,  and  true  this  moment :  I  will  trust  Je- 
hovah's word. 

FRANCES   K.  H.\VmiO.\L. 

ANOTHER   YEAR   IS   DAWNING. 


Another  year  is  dawning  I 

Dear  Master,  let  it  be. 
In  working  or  in  waiting. 

Another  year  with  Thee. 
Another  year  in  leaning 

Ui)on  Thy  loving  breast. 
Of  ever-tleepening  trustfulness, 

Of  quiet,  happy   rest. 
Another  year  of  mercies, 

Of  faithfulness  and  grace  ; 
Another  year  of  gladness, 

111  the  shining  of  Tin'  face. 
Another  year  of  progress. 

Another  year  of  praise  ; 
Another  year  of  proving 

Tliy  presence  "  all  the  days." 
Another  year  of  service. 

Of  witness  for  Thy  love  ; 
Another  year  of  training 

For  holier  works  above. 
Another  year  is  dawning  ! 

Dear  Master,  let  it  be 
On  earth,  or  else  in  heaven. 

Another  year  for  Thee  ! 

rSANCES  R.   HAVEROilL. 


THE   SINGERS    PRAYER. 

"And  He  hath  put  a  new  song  in  my  mouth." 
L.  M. 

My  Saviour !  give  me  words  for  Thee — 
Sweet  words  of  power  and  purity. 
Radiant  with  joy,  and  warm  with  love  ; 
Words  which  may  lift  some  heart  above 
The  mists  of  earth,  and  bid  it  soar 
Nearer  its  God  forevermore. 
Without  a  thought  of  earthly  fame, 
Without  a  wish  for  jdace  and  name. 
To  Thee  I  consecrate  anew 
The  "song  gift."  which  from  childhood  grew 
Witiiiii  my  soul,  a  heaven-sent  thing. 
Touching  my  life  with  angel  wing. 
]\Iy  Lord!   let  every  thought  be  Thine, 
And  shape  these  thoughts  to  words  divine. 


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3  What  shall  I  hriiirr  Th»;e  ? — Ion;,'  a^o, 
As  years  arc  comiird,  :it  Thv  t'ct't 

I  hiid  n-pfiitaiicc's  precious  iii\  rrli, 
And  suiil;  ijhid  |)saliiis  o'er  sin's  difuat ; 
And  tiic   Irankinrinse  of  my  lovo 
I  pour  in  prayers,  whicli  rise  above 
The  toil  and   burdens  of  the  (Uiy  ; 

0  blessed  boon,  to  love  and  pray, 
And  kuow  Thou  auswerest  alway  ! 

4  liut  for  the  gold  I  dear  Lord,  I  iiave 
No  store  of  that,  but  only  faiili. 

'I'lie  treasure  whii'li  the  good  l)ook  saith 
Only  Thy  chosen  ones  possess  ; 
Anil  for  such  wealtli  Thy  name  I  bless ; 
For  riches  garnered  in  the  skies, 
Fruits  of  Thy  glorious  sacrifice. 

6  So  would  I  pray,  and  trust,  and  sinir, 
And  work  for  'i'liee,  my  glorious  King, 
Till  through  death's  gently  opening  diX)r 

1  see  the  light  on  Canaan's  shore  ; 
And  my  last  song  shall  sweetest  be, 
Forever  saved,  and  saved  by  Thee  ! 

MHS.   UZZll  rBJIMEB  BAKKB. 

FAITHFUL.    O    LORD. 

(Tunes— "5ic«/  *o«r  o/  prayrr"  or  "Be  ttadttii  me.") 

1  Faithful,  O  Lord !   how  can  I  prove 
Faithful  to  Thee  for  all  Thy  love  ? 
Can  ort'ririgs  such  as  I  may  bring 
Be  fitting  service  for  a  King  ? 

2  Faithful,  O  Lord  I  and  is  this  all  ? 
Faithful  till  Thou  Thy  servant  call ; 
Shalt  bid  me  lay  my  armor  down  ; 
Faithful  till  death — and  then  the  crown  I 

8  Amazing  thought !  O  faith  sublime 
That  l(K)ks  beyond  the  shores  of  time ; 
Till  in  transcendent  glories  bright 
That  crown  appears  to  mortal  sight. 

4  Oh  !  for  the  love  that  neVr  shall  fail 
Till  faith  ami  hope  shall  lift  the  veil : 
Like  martyred  Stejihen  would  I  be 
A  faithful  witness,  Lord,  for  Thee. 

«LtA   ¥'ArrERTT. 

From  D.  C.  Cook*  "SkbtwCh  School  Mjuiiul. '  hj  per. 

PRAYER    FOR   THE    NEW    YEAR 

1  'Tis  the  List  niglit  of  the  year. 

And  I  sit  with  IxMling  fear — 

When  another  draweth  near. 

Shall  I  slill  be  lingering  hero? 
Or  >ihall  I  have  pa.sse<l  away, 
]SIoulderin<;  back  to  native  elny, 
I'ri^oned  from  the  light  of  day. 
In  the  darksome  grave  to  stay  ? 


2  OimI  of  mercy!  f;o<l  of  love! 
IXi  not  'i'liou  my  so(d  nuiove. 
Let  me  .still   Thy  gomlnes^  prove. 
Let  me  live,  and  breathe,  and  move. 

Let  me  meekly,  lunnbly  dare, 
Tenant  of  Thine  uj)per  air. 
Object  of  Thy  love  and  care, 
Ask  another  year  to  spare. 

3  I^t  mo  «!ver  near  Thy  side, 
Trustfully,  in  Tine  abidtf ; 
Ami  if  grief-worn,  horrow-trie<l, 
Let  Thy  grace  not  Im-  deni»-«L 

So  if  grantid  my  request, 
Tliis  year  shall  be  doubly  blest — 
Faith  and  Hope  be,  each,  a  guest 
In  my  peaceful,  happy  breast. 

4  Let  temptation  be  withstood, 
Let  me  do  to  others  gcxxl. 
So  in  gay  or  saddene<l  mood. 
Social  hours,  or  solitude, 

If  the  mess.i'ie  comes  to  mo. 
Sold  from  iMnly  to  set  free — 
Let  me  feel,  if  this  nuist  Ix', 
I  have  lived  one  year  for  Thee, 


ADKLIA  r.  ORAra 
Wlncticster,  Teim., 


SERVICE. 


1  Wlien  o'er  the  heart  rodeome<l  from  sin, 

The  bliss  of  pardon  rolls. 
A  love  that  takes  the  whole  world  in. 
Goes  out  to  erring  souls. 

CllORCS. — Wonderful,  wonderful  love. 
Sent  by  the  Father  alK)ve, 
That  they  wlio.se  heart.s  are  free  from  sin. 
More  precious  souls  may  win. 

2  It  is  the  Christian's  joy  to  tell 

What  Christ  for  him  has  done  ; 
The  story  that  he  loves  so  well, 
May  teach  some  careless  one. 

3  When  saved  by  grace,  no  other  toil 

Can  ever  Ik*  s«»  sweet 
As  gat ir ring  sheaves  from  earthly  soil. 
To  lay  at  Jesus'  feet. 

4  Our  lives  arc  precious  in  His  sight. 

And  while  He  gives  u>.  breath. 
Our  voice  shall  praise  Him  day  and  nighty 
Until  'tU  hushed  iu  death. 

I.4VTA  wiUMiK  mtrni. 
1^  p«.  D.  O.  Oook  In  "  aabbmth  Hcbool  lUaa^' 


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ARE   WE    FAITHFUL? 

(Tuno — "  itrmorUx  nf  Earth.**) 

1  Are  we  faithful  to  our  Miustcr? 

Are  His  interests  our  own? 
Are  we  doing  work  for  Jesus 
In  each  way  to  us  made  known. 

Ciionus. — 0  my  soul,  be  ever  faithful  ! 

Heart  and  hand  be  true  and  just! 
Squander  not  the  Master's  treasure, 
Is^or  betray  His  precious  trust. 

2  Are  we  using  well  the  talents, 

Few  or  man)',  great  or  small. 
Which  the  Master  has  committed 

To  His  followers  each  and  all  ? 
8  Do  we  seek  the  Father's  glory. 

And  the  kingdom  of  His  Son, 
By  our  constant,  pray'rful  working, 

That  the  world  from  sin  be  won  ? 

MIHS  M.  A.  BAKKK. 

From  "Songs  of  Love."    Set  to  music  by 

Dr.  H.  R.  Palmer,  and  used  by  per. 


THE    EMPTY   HANDS. 

L.  M. 

"The  fliiwcr  out  of  roach  ii  dedicated  to  God.— TamQ  ProTerti.'' 

1  "  The  flower  that  blooms  beyond  our  reach 

Is  kept  for  God,"  the  heathen  say. 
Ah  !  well  for  us  if,  each  and  all, 
The  lesson  to  our  hearts  we  lay. 

2  Tlin  lost  ambition,  vain  desire, 

Tiic  brilliant  hopes  to  mourning  turned — 
Are  but  the  blossoms  out  of  reacii, 
That  in  life's  morning  we  discerned. 

3  Our  thwarted  aims,  defeated  strife, 

Have  tiieir  appointed  mission  each: 
Better  than  coiKjuest,  far,  may  be 
The  lesson  sacrilice  may  teach. 

4  Poor,  anxious  soul,  that  waitest  sad, 

Trembling  to  hear  the  Master's  call ; 
Thy  piteous  gift  of  emi)ty  hands 
May  seem  the  richest  gift  of  all. 

AUCE  WILLIAMS  BKOTHBBTOK, 


FAITHFUL    IN    LITTLE    THINGS. 

(Tune— "Xfarirr,  mj/  Ood,  to  Thee.") 

1   Faithful  in  little  things, 

Lord,  may  we  be, 
Joyfully  all  tiie  way 

Working  for  Thee. 
We  our  account  must  give, 

Help  us  for  Thee  to  live; 
KiiDwing  that  eveiything 

Thou,  Lord,  dost  see. 


2  What  Thou  hast  given  us 

(jhidly  we  u.se  ; 
Oh  !  may  we  never.  Lord, 

Tiiy  gift  abuse. 
Great  though  it  be  or  small, 

Thou  rulest  over  all ; 
Wisdom  to  use  it,  Thou 

Wilt  not  refuse. 

3  Talents,  if  never  used, 

Surely  will  rust ; 
Hid  from  the  light  away. 

Moulder  to  dust. 
Slighting  what  Thou  hast  sent. 

Losing  what  Thou  hast  lent, 
Have  we  at  length  betrayed 

Thy  heavenly  trust. 

4  So,  may  we  labor  on. 

Joyful  alway, 
Seeking  to  know  Thy  will, 

Lest  we  may  stray. 
Much  did  Thy  love  bestow. 

Deeply  our  hearts  will  glow, 
Waiting'Thy  word,  "  Well  done," 

That  gladsome  day. 

MARUARETTE  W.  SN0DORAB8. 

Set  to  new  music  by  E.  A.  Riddle. 

Used  by  per.  David  C.  CooK, 

MY    ALL    FOR   JESUS. 

"I  am  thine,  and  all  that  I  have."—!  Kiugs  xz :  i. 

1  All  for  Jesus,  all  for  Jesus, 

All  my  being's  ransomed  powers; 
All  my  thoughts  and  words  and  doings, 

All  my  days  and  all  my  hours. 
Chorus. —  All  for  .lesus  I  resign  ; 

All  for  Jesus;  He  is  mine; 
Blessed  Jesus,  all  for  Thee! 

Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me. 

2  Let  my  hands  perform  His  bidding; 

Let  my  feet  run  in  His  ways; 
Let  my  eyes  see  Jesus  only ; 

Let  my  lips  speak  forth  His  praise. 

3  Oh  I  what  wonder  I  how  amazing! 

Jesus,  glorious  King  of  kings, 
Deigns  to  call  me  His  beloved; 
Let  me  rest  beneath  His  wings. 

MAAV  D.  JAMKS. 

CLOSER    TO    THEE. 

1  Closer,  dear  Lord,  to  Thee, 

Closer  to  Thee, 
In  sweet  communion  drawn. 

Oh :  let  me  be ! 
Earth's  joys  forgotten  quite, 
Whilst  dwelling  in  the  light, 
Closer,  dear  Lord,  to  Thee, 

Closer  to  Thee. 


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2  Oh !  let  no  cloiul  of  sin, 

'Twixt  iiic  and  'I'liec, 
Aii^lit  of  Tliy  brightness  hide, 

15iit  lot  WW  he 
Now  on  the  mount's  blest  height, 
Gazing  on  glory  bright. 
Till  faith  be  lost  in  sight. 

Closer  to  Thee. 

3  So  shall  my  walk  below 

(Jlorify  Thee, 
Till  that  glad  moment  come 

When  I  shall  st'e. 
Not,  through  u  darkening  glass, 
(ilimpses  of  glorv  j)ass. 
But  view  Thee  face  to  face. 

Closer  to  Thee. 


OEORQIANA    M.   TAYLOR. 

EugUud.  1883. 


NEARER   TO    THEE. 

(Tune— "  Fariiia,") 
Repeat  lut  two  line*. 

1  I  would  not  be  a  stranger  guest, 

To  sit  apart  from  Thee, 
And  only  as  a  distant  friend 

Thy  look  of  love  to  see  ; 
But  I  would  nestle  close,  O  Lord, 

To  where  Thy  loved  ones  be. 

2  I  would  not  sternly  quench  the  love 

That  rises  in  my  soul, 
Nor  speak  the  vain  and  empty  word 

And  thus  the  waves  control  ; 
But  I  would  have  Thine  eyes  to  read 

And  understand  the  whole. 

3  I  would  not  face  this  dreary  world, 

Unnoticed  and  alone, 
I  would  the  music  of  my  life 

Might  be  my  Father's  tone  ; 
And  tiiat  at  eventide  Ilis  voice 

Might  speak  me  as  His  own. 

4  I  would  not  stay  amid  the  snows 

Of  life's  dark  winter  day. 
Nor  walk  the  paths  where  Thou  art  not, 

Though  bright  and  smooth  the  way  ; 
But  I  would  be  Thy  home-brought  child. 

Close  at  Thy  feet  to  stay. 

5  O  Father,  is  the  way  not  wild, 

And  is  the  path  not  long? 
Do  I  not  weary  evermore 

To  sing  the  children's  song? 
When  wilt  Thou  call  me  to  come  home, 

To  join  Uie  ransomed  throng  ? 

XAAIAKSI  rAmjilifOBAa. 


WHAT    WILT   THOU    HAVE    US   TO    DO? 

"Lonl.  wlut  wilt  Thuu  bate  tu  to  du!"-  AcU  Lx :  6. 

1  What  wilt  Thou  have  us  to  do,  Jesus,  our  Lord? 

This  be  our  carni-st  pt-lition  ; 
Ready  and  willing  to  lalxtr  for  'I'hee, 
Choose  Thou  the  field  of  our  mis.sion. 
Clio. — Work,  wliilt!  the  day  lasteth,  night  is  at  hand ; 
Work,  for  the  prospect  is  cheering  ; 
Je.sus  will  call  to  His  mansion  above 
Those  who  now  wait  His  appearing. 

2  Lift  up  your  eyes,  't  is  the  Saviour's  command ; 

See  how  the  bright  grain  is  bending  I 
ThruNt  in  the  sickle  and  gather  the  sheaves, 
C^uick,  for  the  noontide  is  ending. 

FANSV  rnntiiiT. 

Set  to  miula  by  P.  P.  Tan  Arwiale.  in  "Pure  (;<ild.'' 

Oop)rT<«bt,  Wn.  nacd  bj  per. 

UNFURL  THE   BANNER: 

"Lift  yc  up  a  baiiDcr  upon  Ihc  blgb  mouulaiu."  -Ija.  xill :  %. 

1  Unfurl  the  banner  of  the  cross  we  love  ; 

Let  us  rally  round  it  while  we  sing; 
All  praise  and  honor  to  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 
He  shall  reign,  our  Saviour-King. 
Cno. — All  hail  !  thou  banner  of  the  cross  we  love, 
We  will  sing  salvation  pure  and  free  ; 
And  while  we  journey  in  the  val<^  of  time. 
Still  the  Lord  our  song  shall  lie. 

2  Lift  high  the  banner  of  the  cro.ss  we  love. 

And  |)roclaim  its  triumphs  far  and  wide, 
Till  all  the  nations  of  the  earth  shall  hear 
Of  a  Saviour  crucified. 

3  When  crowns  ami  kingdoms  in  the  dust  are  laid, 

And  their  fame  and  glory  are  no  more. 
The  lilood-stained  banner  of  the  cross  we  love 
Shall  be  sung  from  shore  to  shore. 

FAKHT  mnoar. 

Set  U)  miulc  by  W.  fl.  IVianc.  In  ••Piirr  Gold.' 
Copyrighted  1871.  and  turd  by  per.  BIglow  A  Main. 


FATHER.   WHOSE    LOVE    DIVINE 

(Tune -••  ^  ■i«t(«,T 

1  Father,  whose  love  divine 
Dill  o'er  my  pathway  shine 

Through  wandering  years, 
Whose  hand  did  take  mv  own 
When  all  but  life  had  flown, 
Whose  soft  and  gentle  tone 

Di<l  8<M)the  my  fears  : 

2  Saviour,  whose  precious  blood 
For  me  >io  freely  flowe<l 

On  Calvary, 
Whose  brow  with  thorns  wn."*  crowned, 
Scourgefl.  morki'fl.  revih-*!.  and  l»onnd, 
Pien'cd  through  with  many  u  wound. 

All,  all  for  me  : 


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8  RiTirit  of  gentle  might, 
Tliat.  like  a  beam  of  light 

Holy  and  sweet, 
Scattered  the  iii<,dit  away, 
Brouglit  ill  the  jurfeet  day, 
Oj>eiied  a  better  way 

Unto  my  feet: 
4  Bring  I  this  day  to  Thee, 
llund)ly  and  gratefully, 

^ly  olTering — 
All  years  I  have  to  live, 
All  blessings  Thou  shall  give, 
Eaeh  grace  I  shall  receive. 

These,  these  I  bring. 

MRS.   B.    M.   I.   HENRY. 

From  "  Victoria,"  by  per.  WalJeu  iSU.we. 

TRUE   SERVICE. 

{Txxuea—" Startyn,"    "  Rtfuge."  ) 

1  Jesus,  Master,  whom  I  serve 

Though  so  feebly  and  so  ill, 
Streniithen  hand  and  heart  and  nerve 

AlfThy  bi<lding  to  fulHU ; 
Open  Thou  mine  eyes  to  me 
All  the  work  Thou  hast  for  me. 

2  Lord,  Tliou  needest  not,  I  know, 

Service  such  as  I  can  bring; 
Yet  I  long  to  prove  and  show 

Full  allegiance  to  my  King. 
Thou  an  honor  art  to  me ; 

Let  me  be  a  praise  to  Thee. 

3  Jesus,  lyiaster,  wilt  thou  use 

One  who  owes  Thee  more  than  all  ? 
As  thou  wilt !  I  would  not  choose  ; 

Only  let  me  hear  Thy  call ; 
Jesus,  let  me  always  be 

In  Thy  service,  glad  and  free. 

FRANCES  RIDLEY  HAVEROAI. 

SUBMISSION    AND   CONSECRATION. 

C.  M. 

(Tune — "  Warwick") 

1  I  leave  my  life  with  Thee,  my  Lord  ; 

1  dare  not  seek  to  know 
What  pattern  Thou  hast  set  for  me 
To  work,  as  on  I  go. 

2  It  may  be  gay  with  tints  of  rose 

And  violet  and  pearl ; 
Perhaps  a  flag  of  victory  from 

Some  height,  I  may  unfurl ; 
8  It  may  be  fiond)re,  grave,  or  dark 

With  heavy  lines  of  shade; 
And  tears  may  wash  the  roses  out, 

Or  time  their  brightness  fade. 
4  Yet,  tliough  my  trembling  hands  may  fail 

Tliy  plan  to  carry  out. 
And  oft  my  heart  within  me  sink 

Beneath  its  load  of  doubt, 


5  I  still  will  leave  my  life  with  Thee, 

O  mighty  Heart  of  Love, 
An<l  trust  that  when  the  reck'ning  comes, 
Thou  will  my  work  approve. 

6  Because,  though  full  of  sad  mistakes, 

And  .soiled  with  earthly  mire. 
Thou  seesl  running  through  it  all, 
My  soul'b  sincere  desire. 

BUBIE    V.  ALDRICH. 
Boston,  1883. 

"TO    DO   THY   WILL,   O    GOD  " 

1  I  want  to  work  for  Thee,  my  Lord. 

Oh  !  give  me  strength  to  do. 

Show  me  the  armor  I  must  wear 

To  fight  the  battle  through. 

2  To  work  for  Thee  !  O  blessed  Lord, 

And  shall  my  spirit  faint, 
Or  breathe,  because  the  way  is  rough, 
One  sentence  of  complaint? 

3  Nay !  leaning  closely  on  the  arm 

"\Miich  promises  to  be. 
Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  road, 
A  sure  support  to  me, 

4  I'll  watch  with  never-wearying  eye 

To  know  Thy  holy  will, 
And  though  my  earthly  joys  be  few. 
Thy  love  my  soul  shall  fill. 

5  Thus  girt  around  with  Heavenly  peace, 

;My  Master's  work  Til  do. 
Nor  "backward  look  until  the  gate 
Of  Canaan  I  view. 

8VRIB    V.   ALDRICH. 
Boston,  1882. 

WHOLLY   THINE. 

"The  God  of  peace  sanctify  you  wholly."— I  Thes.  v :  23. 

1  Thine,  most  gracious  Lord, 

Oh !  make  me  wholly  Thine — 
Thine  in  thought,  in  word,  and  deed. 
For  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  mine. 
Refkain.— 'VMiollv  Thine,  wholly  Thine  ; 

Thou  hast  bought  me,  I  am  Thine ; 
Blessed  Saviour.  Thou  art  mine ; 
ISIake  me  wholly  Thine. 

2  Wliolly  Thine,  my  Lord, 

To  !io  when  Thou  dost  call ; 
Thineto  yield  my  very  self 
In  all  things,  great  and  smalL 

3  "VNIiolly  Thine,  O  Lord, 

In  everv  passing  hour; 
Thine  in  silence.  Thine  to  speak, 
As  Thou  dost  grant  the  power. 

4  Whollv  Thine.  O  Lord, 

To  fashion  as  Thou  wilt, — 
Stren<:then,  bless,  and  keep  the  soul 
Which  Thou  hast  saved  from  guilt. 


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5  Tliine,  Lord,  wholly  Thine, 
Forever  one  with  'I'iiee — 
Rooti'd,  j^roinnied  in   Tliy  love, 
Abidinj;,  snre,  and  I'lee. 

MRS.  ANNIE  H.   nAWKB. 

8*1  tomiuic  lu  "Bri|;bUMt  ami  llis'.,"  by  Rt-v   R   Lnwry. 
1875.    Copyright  by  lii^Iuw  &  Mitiii.  aiiJ  uwd  by  \ki. 

CONSECRATION    AND    RESIGNATION. 

C.  M      Double. 

1  My  heart  is  resting;,  O  my  God! 

I  will  i^Wii  thanks  and  siii^; 
]My  heart  is  at  the  secret  source 

Of  every  precions  thinji. 
Now  the  *rail  vessel  thou  hast  made 

No  hand  but   Thine  shall  liil ; 
The  waters  of  the  earth  have  failed. 

And  1  am  thirsty  still. 

2  I  thirst  for  springs  of  heavenly  life. 

And  here,  all  day,  they  rise; 
I  seek  the  treasure  of  Thy  love, 

And  close  at  hand  it  lies ; 
And  a  new  sonjj  is  in  my  mouth, 

To  loni,'-Ioved  music  set: 
Glory  to  Thee  for  all  the  grace 

I  have  not  twisted  yet ; 

3  Glory  to  Thee  for  strength  withheld, 

For  want  and  weakness  known, 
The  l\'ar  that  sends  me  to  Thy  breast. 

For  what  is  most  my  own. 
I  have  a  heritage  of  joy, 

That  yet  I  must  not  see ; 
The  hand  that  bled  to  make  it  mine. 

Is  keeping  it  for  me. 

4  My  heart  is  resting.  O  my  God ! 

My  heart  is  in  Thy  care; 
I  hear  Thy  voice  of  joy  and  health, 

Resounding  everywhere. 
"Thou  art  my  portion."  saith  my  soul, 

Ten  thousand  voices  say. 
The  music  of  their  glad  Amen 

Will  never  die  away. 

ANN!  I.   WAKINO. 

I    AM    THE    LORD'S.    AND    HE    IS    MINE. 

"My  IwIoTcd  la  mloe,  aud  I  am  Ilia."— S»L  Sung  ii:  16. 

1  I  am  tilt!  Lord's,  and  lie  is  mine; 

O  sacred  ground  where  strife  doth  cease  ! 
He  Uikes  the  heart  that  I  resign. 

And  grant^s  me  pardon,  light  and  peace. 
Refrain. — O  bles.sed  Lord  1  Thou  art  my  joy  ; 
In  Thee  forever  I  abide ; 
If  I  am  Thine,  and  Thou  art  mine, 
What  can  I  ever  want  Inside ? 

2  I  am  tile  Lord's;   O  blessed  thought! 

•Vli  gain  or  loss  lie  doth  decree; 
And  every  <lay,  whate'cr  my  lot, 
He  works  His  gracious  will  in  mc. 

3  What  though  the  flesh  doth  shrink  and  pine  ? 

No  pain  or  grief  can  harm  mv  .soul  ; 
Since  I  am  His,  and  He  is  mine. 

The  living  Christ  can  make  me  whole. 


4   Lord,  I  am  Thine,  forever  Thine; 

This  preci(jus  truth  Thou  hast  revealed  ; 
O  blessed  portion,  Thou  art  mine ! 

And  by  Thy  blcuxl  the  ImjikI  is  sealed. 

ANNII  n  lltWKn. 
Bet  to  miulo  In  "UrichtrM  and  Itot. '  by  R  Uia-ry. 
Ooprrif  ht,  1875,  by  Blglow  k  Halo,  aod  uacU  by  par. 

FAITH. 

1  Jesus,  I  know  Thy  love 

Is  rich,  unlx)unded,  free. 
And  that  no  |»ower  can  e'er  remove 

Thy  bloiMl-lHJUght  saints  from  Thee ; 
Bend,  Saviour,  from  Thy  throne  above 

And  show  that  love  to  me  ! 

2  Jesus,  I  know  Thine  arm 

Is  jM)werful  to  save. 
That  Thy  redeemed  should  fear  no  harm 
Though  tempest-s  round  them  rave ; 

0  Saviour,  haste  to  calm  the  storm, 
Or  lift  me  from  the  wave ! 

3  Jesus,  I  know  Thy  name 

Shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Thy  faithful  ones  with  joy  proclaim 
The  (lod  whom  they  adore  : 

1  have  Inen  faithless,  blessed  Lamb, 
Yet  would  I  serve  Thee  more! 

4  Jesus,  I  know,  at  last 

All  they  who  win  the  race 
Low  at  Thy  feet  their  crowns  will  cast, 

Singing  for  aye  Thy  grace  : 
Oh  !  grant  me,  Lonl,  when  life  is  past. 

Thus  to  behold  Thy  face. 

■CKAX    BArn  WABD.  U8S. 

PERSISTENT   PRAYER. 

"  I  wfll  not  let  tbe«  go,  except  thoo  blea  me. '— Oea.  xxzU :  S8k 

1  Pray,  though  the  gate  of  mercy 

Closed  for  a  while  may  be ; 
Pray  with  a  faith  unshaken  ; 
All  sh.ill  be  well  with  thee. 
Rkk. — Oh  I   the  promise,  blessed,  blesse<l  promise ! 
He  will  meet  us  there  ; 
Though  He  hides  His  f.ice  from  thee  a  moment, 
He  will  answer  prayer. 

2  Fray  as  the  Syrian  mother 

Pray«Nl  at  the  M.ister's  feet ; 
What  though  His  voic«"  be  silent? 
Still  for  His  love  entreat. 
8  Pray,  though  thy  heart  is  breaking ; 
Pray,  through  the  night  of  tears  ; 
Pray  with  increasing  fervor; 
Pray  till  the  morn  app«-ar«. 
4   Pray  when  the  hour  seems  darkest ; 
Jesus  will  s.ay  to  thee, 
Great  is  thy  faith.  Ix-liever ; 
So  siiai!  thv  ble.ssiii"  be. 

r*KNT  iRoaer 
«•♦  Ui  miuir  In  ••  B^ral  Dtwlcm.'  br  W  H  |i»m 
Ooryrlgbl,  1(73.  by  Biglov  4  tUtn.  aod  <wr<l  hy  (w 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


FAITH    AND   GRACE. 

"By  grace  yo  aro  saved,  through  faith,"    Kph.  ii :  5. 

1  Saving  faith  in  Jesus — 

Tliis  is  what  we  need  ; 
Pardon  througli  His  merits — 

Tliis  alone  we  plead  ; 
If  we  ask,  believing, 

Freely  He'll  forgive — 
Bid  the  wounded  spirit 
Look  to  Him  and  live. 
Refrain. — Faith  in  Jesus — 

This  is  what  we  need  ; 
Grace  to  save  us — 
This  alone  we  plead. 

2  Jesus  hath  appointed 

Work  for  every  one ; 
All  the  day  we  labor. 

Till  the  work  be  done  ; 
Faith  and  grace  will  teach  us 

How  the  work  to  do — 
Faith  will  help  us  onward, 

Grace  will  bear  us  through. 

3  In  the  time  of  trial, 

When  our  star  is  dim, 
Lean  by  faith  on  Jesus, 

Leave  it  all  to  Him  ; 
When  at  last  He  bids  us 

Lay  our  armor  down, 
Faith  will  lead  us  homeward, 

Grace  will  give  the  crown. 

F.  J.  CROSBY. 

Set  to  music  in  "Brightest  and  Best,"  by  Rev.  R    Lowry. 

Copyright,  1875,  by  Biglow  &  Main,  and  used  by  per. 


FAITH    IN    CHRIST. 

"By  grace  are  ye  saved,  through  faith."— Eph.  ii:  8. 

1  Let  faith  in  Christ  my  heart  inspire. 

And  tune  my  voice  to  praise ; 
Direct  in  every  thought  I  breathe. 

And  every  note  I  raise. 
*Tis  faith  that  binds  me  to  the  cross 

And  keeps  me  near  ray  God  ; 
'Tis  faith  that  gives  me  joy  and  peace 
Throu<ih  Christ's  atonin<r  blood. 
Chorus. — I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
By  faith  His  hand  I  see  ; 
'Tis  faith  that  saves  me  every  hour. 
And  faith  my  song  shall  be. 

2  'Tis  faith  that  cheers  my  pilgrim  way, 

When  shadows  o'er  me  fall. 
That  bids  me  look  above  the  storm. 

And  trust  the  Lord  for  all. 
If  faith  be  strong,  though  earthly  ties 

Were  brokt^n  one  by  one, 
My  heart  could  rise  above  the  wreck, 

And  say,  "  Thy  will  be  done." 


3  Faith  is  the  rock  on  which  I  stand ; 

The  anchor  of  my  soul ; 
Tiie  magnet  drawing  me  above 

Where  life's  pure  waters  roll. 
Come,  trials,  come  ;  one  beam  of  faith 

Can  pierce  the  darkest  night ; 
'Twill  guide  me  through  the  vale  of  death, 

And  there  be  lost  iu  sight. 

FANNY  CROSBY. 

8et  to  music  by  A.  Van  Alstyne.  in  "Songs  of  .Salvation." 

Used  by  permission  of  Biglow  t  Main. 

Copyright,  1870,  by  T.  E.  Perkins. 

MY     FAITH. 
L.  M. 

1  Jesus  !  the  ladder  of  my  faith 

Rests  on  the  jasper  walls  of  heaven ; 
And  through  the  veiling  clouds  I  catch 
Faint  visions  of  the  mystic  Seven  ! 

2  The  glory  of  the  rainbowed  throne 

Illumes  those  clouds  like  lambent  flame; 
As  once,  on  earth,  Thy  love  divine 

Burned  through  the  robes  of  human  flame. 

3  Thou  art  the  same,  O  gracious  Lord ! 

The  same  dear  Christ  that  Thou  wert  then ; 
And  all  the  praises  angels  sing 

Delight  Thee  less  than  prayers  of  men. 

4  We  have  no  tears  Thou  wilt  not  dry  ; 

We  have  no  wounds  Thou  wilt  not  heal ; 
No  sorrows  pierce  our  human  hearts 

That  Thou,  dear  Saviour  !  dost  not  feel. 

5  Thy  pity,  like  the  dew,  distills ; 

And  Thy  compassion,  like  the  light, 
Our  every  morning  overfills 

And  crowns  with  stars  our  everj'  night. 

6  Let  not  the  world's  rude  conflict  drown 

The  charmed  music  of  Thy  voice. 
That  calls  all  weary  ones  to  rest. 
And  bids  all  mourning  souls  rejoice. 

BABAIET  M'£WrN  EIMBALI,. 


"WITNESS    OF    THE    SPIRIT. 


My  daily  round  I  tread 

On  heights  serene. 
And  nightly  lay  my  head 
On  angel-guarded  bed, 
By  love  o'er-canopied. 

Felt,  though  unseen. 

What  matter  how  the  task 

Employ  my  hands  ? 
God  makes  the  work  His  mask, 
So  in  His  smile  1  bask, 
And  find  that  when  I  ask 

The  promise  stands. 


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297 


3  I  entere<i  in  the  shade 

Shrinking,  alone; 
"  Let  this  cup  j»a.<ss,  "  I  prayed ; 
When,  lo  !   Christ  stood  arrayed ; 
I  could  not  be  afraid, 

The  darkness  shone. 

4  When  in  the  fire  of  pain 

I  agonize, 
If  neither  spot  nor  stain 
Shall  from  its  purge  remain, 
I'll  covet  it  again 

For  sacrifice. 

5  And  when  to  watch  and  wait 

Befits  my  soul, 
Some  sweeter  word  than  "Fate" 
Still  kee])s  my  heart  elate  ; 
Gladly  I  trust  my  state 

To  His  control. 

6  Poised  and  sustained  I  rest, 

Whate'er  betide. 
By  life's  hard  duties  pressed, 
]My  weakness  all  confessed. 
Stayed  on  a  Heavenly  Guest, 

And  satisfied. 

LociSvt  p.  BOPKnta. 


I    AM    TRUSTING   THEE. 


1  I  am  trusting  Thee,  Lord  Jesus, 

Trusting  only  Thee  ; 
Trusting  Thee  for  full  salvation 
Great  and  free. 

2  I  am  trusting  Thee  for  pardon, 

At  Thy  feet  I  bow  ; 
For  Thy  grace  and  tender  mercy, 
Trusting  now. 

3  I  am  trusting  Thee  for  cleansing. 

In  the  crimson  flood; 
Trusting  Thee  to  make  me  holy. 
By  thy  blood. 

4  I  am  trusting  Thee  to  guide  me, 

Thou  alone  shalt  lead. 
Every  day  and  hour  supplying 
All  my  need. 

5  I  am  trusting  Tliee  for  power; 

Thine  can  never  fail ; 
Words  which  Thou  Thyself  shalt  give  me 
Must  prevail. 

6  I  am  tnisting  Theo,  Lord  Jesus, 

Never  let  me  fail  : 
1  am  trusfini:  Thee  forever, 
And  for  all  1 

rKAMlB  MDLIT   HAVKkOAU 


•the    love   of  JESUS. 

it  kit.  with  Cboras. 

1  Oh  I  the  precious  love  of  Je.sus, 
Growing  sweeter  day  by  <lay, 
Tuning  all  my  heart  so  joyous 
To  a  heavenly  meIo«Iy. 

CnOKLS. —  Christ  is  precious,  Chrii^t  is  precious. 
In  life's  journey  He  will  lead  thee ; 
Chri>t  Ls  precious.  Christ  i*  precious, 
He  will  lead  thee  all  the  way. 
But  we  cannot  know  the  fullness 

Of  the  .Saviour's  wondrous  love. 
Till  we  see  and  know  Ills  glory, 

In  the  heavenly  home  aljove. 
Come  and  ta.ste  the  love  of  Jesus, 

At  His  feet  thy  bunlens  lay  ; 
Trust  Him  with  thy  grief  and  sorrow, 
Bear  this  joyful  song  away. 


Sliss  ^forgiana  ^1.  (Taplor. 


2 


Hln  Tajlor  baa  reoeotl;  taaaed  a  TolanM  of  ebolae  I 
entiUed  "Lays  nf  Lowlj  Scrrioc"  pabliabed  in  Londoo.  Tbe  fnOcnrii^ 
extnct  win  ibow  what  tbe  (ided  •ad  oonaeeimted  Flaooca  R.  BsToial 
thongbt  of  them. 

Erttact  from  a  letter  by  tbe  late  Fraoca  Sidlcr  Bairrsal.  to  Wm 
Taylor:  "  Your  Hjnun  bare  a  ipedal  miniatrT  of  tbdr  own.  I  w:  old 
dfridtdlt  adriae  ynor  letting  tbem  >>e  poblirited  (and  thia  h  oc4  what  I 

■ay  toman)'!! Of  tbcTcna  I  bare  jot  been  readliif.  lean  mj. 

tbe  tboosht  i«  «weet,tbe  form  is  fresh,  and  tbe  »enllkattno  ii  griod.  Aa 
toTor  Je«tt^3ake,'itiiiecaodou]]rto'Oh.'tobeNothinx!'  I  aa  dr 
lifted  with  it.* 


"FOR   JESUS'   SAKE." 


n  Oor.  It  :  5 :  xii :  10 ;  I  PMer  B  :  13  ;  Lake  vi :  tt. 
A    MOTTO   TEXT. 
"  For  Jesus'  sake."  all  sin  forgiven  ! 

"  For  Jesus'  sake,"  sweet  n-st ! 
'T  is  this  glad  word  has  woo«>«l  and  won 

My  heart  to  love  Him  iM-st. 
His  praise  I  sing,  my  Ixtnl  I  my  King! 

Who  dii-fl  my  peace  to  m:ike; 
And  all  the  day.  and  all  the  way, 
An  echo  in  my  heart  shall  say, 

"  For  J«'sus*  sake  I  " 
'*  For  .Tesus'  s;»ke  I  "     These  precious  words 

Shall  1k'  like  pinions  swift. 
To  waft  my  pniyers  throu::h  heaven's  gate, 

And  l»ear  l>aek  many  a  gift. 
Each  answer  fre«'  fJod  s«ih1s  to  mo, 

.  Tlien  joyfully  I  '11  fake. 
And  all  tile  day.  and  all  the  way. 
An  «-<-iii)  in  my  lieart  .>>)i;i]|  s^iy, 
*•  Fur  Jesus'  sake  I  " 


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WOMAN  IN  SACKED  SO  NO. 


3  When  often,  like  a  wayward  child, • 

I  iiuirnnir  at  Mis  will. 
Tiifii  tills  swi'i't  woid.  ••  I""()r  .lesus'  sake," 

JMy  nstless  heart  can  still. 
1  bow  uiy  head ;  ami,  j;(Mtly  led, 

His  easy  yoke  I  take; 
And  all  the  day,  and  all  the  way, 
An  eelio  in  my  heart  shall  say, 
"  For  desns'  .sake !  " 

4  In  sufferinsj  sore,  or  toilsome  task, 

His  bnrden  lifjlit  I  '11  bear ; 
"  For  Jesns'  sake  "  shall  sweeten  all. 

Till  His  brijiht  home  I  share  ; 
And  tin  II  this  soni;,  more  sweet,  more  strong. 

In  heaven  my  harj)  shall  wake ; 
Let  all  the  earth  <,dad  sing  the  lay, 
Eternally  my  heart  shall  say, 
"  For  Jesus'  sake !  " 

OEOROIANA  M.  TAYLOR. 


Then  shall  my  latest  breath 

Whisper  Thy  praise  ; 
This  be  the  parting  ery 

My  heart  shall  raise; 
This  still  its  prayer  sh.all  be : 
More  love,  O  Ciirist,  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 

More  love  to  Thee ! 


3nnc 


MRS.   E.   PREVnSS. 

Set  to  miiRic  l>y  W.  H.  Doaiie, 

185C.  and  pub.  by  Biglow  £  Main.  - 


SfAAK  /Bom  1716.1 

^  If  fir.         (Died  1778./ 


Sirs.  €.  iprtntiss. 


Of  the  foIIowlnB  hymn  is  is  said,  that  if  Mrs.  Prentiss  had  ncTcr 
written  anytliiiigelse,  this,  so  nctrly  faultless  in  form,  and  melodious 
iu  iitt^rauce.  would  have  given  her  a  lasting  place  in  the  heart  of  Chrio- 
tendom. 


MORE    LOVE   TO    THEE,    O    CHRIST. 

"Continue  ye  in  my  love." — John  xv :  9. 

1  More  love  to  Thee,  O  Christ ! 

More  love  to  Thee  ; 
Hear  Thou  the  ])rayer  I  make 

On  bended  kni'<>  ; 
This  is  my  earnest  i)lea. 
More  love,  ()  Christ,  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 

More  love  to  Thee ! 

2  Once  earthly  joy  I  craved, 

Sought  peace  and  rest; 
Now   Thee  alone  I  seek, 

(live  what  is  best : 
This  all  my  prayer  shall  be. 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 

More  love  to  Thep  ! 

More  love  to  Thee ! 

3  Let  sorrow  do  its  work. 

Send  grief  and  pain  ; 
Sweet  are  Thy  messengers, 

Sweet  their  refrain. 
When  they  can  sing  with  me, — 
Mori-  love.  ()  Clirisl.  to  Thee, 

.More  love  to  'i'hee  ! 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 


Anne  Steele  vas  the  daughter  of  a  Baptist  clergyman,  in  Hampshire, 
England.  The  family  were  of  good  talents  and  means,  wbii;h  they  de- 
voted unreservedly  to  the  cause  of  Christ.  She  was  a  sufferer  from 
early  life;  was  afflicted  with  the  saddest  bereavement,  in  early  vomaa- 
hood,  and  was  confined  to  her  home  by  sickness  during  her  later  yean. 
She  bore  all  with  the  resignation  so  beautifully  expressed  in  this  hymn, 
and  her  last  triumphant  words  were.'Iknow  that  my  RcdLemer  Uveth." 
She  permitted  her  hymns  (one  hundred  and  forty-four  in  numl>er)  t<i  be 
published,  with  the  tmderstanding  that  the  proiits  were  to  go  to  be- 
nevolent objects.  Few  women,  if  any,  have  ever  written  somanyhymus 
that  have  been  generally  accepted  by  the  churches  of  all  denominations. 

HUMBLE   DEVOTION. 

1  Father  !  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies. 
Accepted  at  Thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  tliis  petition  rise :  —  . 

2  "  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  Thee. 

3  "  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  Thou  art  mine, 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  joiu-ney  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end." 

ANN'E  STEELE. 

ENTIRE    CONSECRATION. 

(Tune — "  J(au»,  krtp  me  near  the  Crots.") 

1  Lord,  upon  mine  offering 

Look  with  Th}'  compassion; 
All  my  inmost  soul's  desires 
Do  Thou  frame  and  fashion. 

2  On  my  head,  O  dearest  Lord, 

Place  the  crown  of  blessing ; 
Sanctify  the  gift  I  bring' 
While  my  sins  confessing. 

3  Earnestly  I  come  to  Thee, 

All  Thy  words  believing; 
Take  the  heart  that  oft  has  strayed, 
Oft  Thy  pure  heart  grieving. 

4  Take  my  hands,  ami  all  they  hold, 

(Jold,  ••ind  (>v'rv  jileasure  ; 
Purify,  and  to  Thy  use 

Take  e;ieli  earthlv  treasure. 


l-UUM    Il\  KUY    MIUAUIC    VM.t:. 


fage  2'J6. 


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5  C'lcanso  Thou  mo  from  all  my  sin, 
I\I:ik(!  iiic  liifck  anil  lowly  ; 
Kv'ry  iinpnlsi;  of  niy  Jirart' 
Make  Thou  jiurc  and  liulv. 


MATTIK  I-KAHHON  HHITU. 


THE   SECRET   OF   A    HAPPY    DAY. 

1  Just  to  let  thy  Father  do 

What  He  will; 
Just  to  know  that  He  is  true, 

And  be  still. 
Just  to  follow  hour  by  hour 

As  He  leadeth  ;  " 
Just  to  draw  the  moment's  power 

As  it  needeth. 
Just  to  trust  Him,  this  is  all ! 

Then  the  day  will  surely  bo 
l*eae<'ful,  whatsoe'er  befall, 

Bright  and  blessed,  calm  and  free. 

2  Just  to  let  Him  speak  to  thee 

Throui^h  His  Word, 
Watehiui,',  that  His  voice  may  bo 

C'leaily  lieanl. 
Just  to  tell  Him  everything 

As  it  rises, 
And  at  once  to  Him  to  bring 

All  surprises. 
Just  to  listen,  and  to  stay 

A\  here  you  cannot  miss  His  voice, 
This  is  all  !  and  thus  to-«lay 
Communing,  you  shall  rejoice. 

3  Just  to  ask  Him  what  to  do 

All  the  day. 
And  to  make  you  quick  and  true 

To  obey  ; 
Just  to  know  the  needed  grace 

He  l)estow(ah, 
Every  bar  of  time  and  place 

Overdoweth. 
Just  to  take  thy  orders  straight 

Fi-om  the  IMaster's  own  commaml. 
Blessed  day  !  when  thus  wi;  wait 
Always  at  our  Sovereign's  hand. 

4  Just  to  recollect  His  love, 

Always  true  ; 
Always  shining  from  above, 

Always  new. 
Just  to  recognize  its  light 

All-enfolding  ; 
Just  to  claim  its  jjrescnt  might, 

All-upholding. 
Just  to  know  it  as  thine  own. 

That  no  power  can  take  aw.iy, 
Is  not  this  enough  alone 

For  the  gladness  of  the  da\  ? 


5  Just  to  trust,  and  yet  to  ask 

Guidance  still ; 
Take  the  training  or  tli<?  task, 

As  He  will; 
Just  to  take  tiie  loss  and  g:iin, 

As  He  sends  it ; 
Just  to  take  the  joy  or  pain, 

As  He  lends  it ; 
He  wlio  formed  thee  for  His  praise 

Will  not  miss  the  gracious  aim; 
So  to-day  and  all  thy  days 

Shall  be  moulde<l  for  the  same. 

6  Just  to  leave  in  His  dear  hand 

Little  things. 
All  we  cannot  understand, 

All  that  stings. 
Just  to  lot  Him  take  the  care 

Sorely  pressing. 
Finding  all  wo  let  Him  bear 

Changed  to  blessing. 
This  is  all  !  and  yet  the  way 

Marked  by  Him  wlio  loves  thee  best: 
Secret  of  a  Hapj)y  Day, 

Secret  of  His  promised  rest. 

FBANCEB  RIDLEY   UAVEROAL. 


THE   SAVIOURS    LOVE 


8.  M. 

1  Dear  Saviour,  docs  Thy  love. 
So  wonderful  and  free. 
Delight  to  own  Thy  weakest  child, 
"Who  upward  looks  to  Thee  ? 
CuOKUs.— O  love !  O  wondrous  love  ! 
O  love  that  stoops  to  me ! 
A  love  that  covers  all  my  sins. 
And  makes  me  free  in  Thee. 

2  Give  us  a  deeper  love, 

That  loves  Thy  love  alone  ; 

Resigns  all  hope  "of  earthly  gain. 

This  wondrous  gift  to  own. 

3  Thee  only  would  we  love ; 

Be  this  our  constant  aim. 
To  lose  all  thought  of  self  in  Thee, 
And  glorify  Thy  name. 

4  Then,  Ix-autify  us.  Lord, 

Ami  make  us  meekly  show 
Our  hearts  to  be  Thy 'temple-home, 
Where  love  shall  ever  flow. 

KLizt  J.  cnrrrir. 

Sot  lo  marie  by  J    H    fUwrKma. 

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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  HONG. 

CONSECRATION. 


ELIZABETH  SCOTT.    Arr. 


MAKIA  TIDDEMAN. 
Id  "Metbutlist  Hyiuiial,"  by  Nelsuu  k  Phillips. 


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2  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 

Its  heavenly  Parent  sing, 
To  its  original, 

The  humble  tribute  bring. 

3  Serene  I  laid  me  down, 

lieneath  I  lis  guardian  care, 
RefresiK><l,  I  woke  and  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near. 

4  My  life  I  would  anew 

Devote-.  O  Lord  to  Thee ; 
And  in  Tiiy  service  spend 
A  long  eternity. 

TRUST. 

1  Ihiild  a  little  fence  of  Trust, 

Around  to-day ; 
Fill  the  space  with  loving  work. 
And  therein  stay. 

2  Look  not  through  the  sheltering  bars 

Upon  to-morrow ; 
God  will  help  tiiee  b^ar  what  comes 
Of  joy  or  sorrow. 

JIES.    F.    M.    BI'TTS. 

PRAISE-NOTE   FOR   1881. 

'Ctii  upon  Mc  In  the  day  of   trouble,  I  will  dcIlTcr   thee,  and  thoa 
•halt  glorify  Me."-P».  1 :  15. 

1   I  thank  Thee,  that  I  am  Thy  child, 
Kcdecnicd  by  .Jesus'  blood  : 
liron^iit  liack,  beloved  and  reconciled, 
Cleansed  in  that  crimson  Hood. 


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2  I  thank  Thee,  for  the  crucible 

Of  trial's  dark-lined  hour, 
When  in  the  depths  of  sore  distress, 
Thou,  Father,  wast  my  tow'r. 

3  I  thank  Thee,  for  that  beauteous  grace, 

Thy  wondrous  pardoning  love  ; 
Sucli  untold  mercy  hast  Thou  pour'd 
Upon  me  from  above  ! 

4  I  thank  Thee,  for  communion  sweet, 

Briglit  rainbow  tlirough  my  tears  ; 
I  thank  Thee  for  deliv'rance  real. 
From  all  sin's  slavish  fears. 

5  I  thank  Thee,  for  the  present  peace, 

Tlie  mind  just  stay'd  on  Thee : 
For  future  haven  of  sweet  rest 
Beyond  life's  sin-stained  sea  ! 

6  I  thank  Thee,  for  that  blessed  hope. 

That  Christ  will  come  again  ; 
Let  not  my  voice  be  missing  then. 
To  swell  the  advent  strain  ! 

7  Lord,  tune  this  tiny  note  of  praise 

To  touch  some  stranger  chord — 
Let  it  vibrate,  till  each  lone  heart 
Can  sing,  Thou  art  my  Lord  ! 

CKCII.IA    HATERnAL. 

Written  for    the    "Young    Women's    Christian    Association"    Praise 
Mcetiue,  December  18.  ISSl,  Knul.tiKl. 


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The  following  hymn  may  bo  miiiu  to  St.  Potcnibur(t,  or  Polcatine.  If 
Rniiualiiiii;  inoru  ululnirutu  is  ik'Kiruil,  it  will  a|>|ily  to  tint  tuiiu  "  Wlicii 
Blarry  oycn  i.)i)lt  dii  tliu  «i^,"  by  llcnry  Tuckur,  which  appoorcd  in  the 
Buatuu  Fulio,  for  October,  1877. 


FROM    PERSIA'S    PLAIN  ; 
OR.  LET  EVERY  CREATURE  KNOW  THE  LORD. 

1  From  PiM-siii's  |)l:iiii,  fi-oin  Iii(li;i's  sea, 
From  Al'ric's  sunny,  .sultry  lea, 

A  cry  coiiuvs  to  us  pliadinj^ly, 
A  wail  of  S!i<ln«'ss,  toiiderly, — 
Come  o'er  and  lielp  us  show  tlie  way 
To  souls  tliat  doep  in  darkness  lay. 

2  O  ye  who  dwell  in  Christian  land. 
Regard  ye  not  the  great  command 
Of  Ilim  who  died  our  sou's  to  save 
From  sinners'  death  and  sinners'  grave? 
"  To  every  clime  the  Gospel  send  ! 

Lo  I   I  am  with  you  to  the  eud  ! " 

3  To  China's  distant  heathen  shore, 
Assistanc(?  lend  those  gone  before. 

"  The  field  is  white,  the  lai)orers  few  !  " 
Go,  gather  sheaves  with  courage  true, 
Till  every  soul,  from  high  to  low. 
The  Saviour's  free  salvation  know. 

4  Good  Lord,  forgive  our  doubts  and  fears, 
Our  selfish  j)ride  and  foolish  tears. 

May  souls  be  stirred  and  reach  to  Heaven  ; 
Proclaim  the  Word  with  power  and  leaven, 
'Till  every  soul  shall  know  the  Son  ; 
And  then  receive  the  glad —  "  Well  done ! " 

MBS,  o.  C.  SMITU.     In  "The  Field  ii  the  WorliL" 
SpringHulJ.  lU.,  1878. 


SPEAK,    LORD.    FOR   THY    SERVANT 
HEARETH. 

1  "  Speak,  Lord,  for  Thy  servant  heareth  I  " 

In  wisdom,  in  power,  in  love. 
Oh  !  speak,  till  this  heart  that  feareth 

Is  lifted  all  fear  al)Ove  ! 
Reforc  I  go  forth  to  serve  Thee, 

Whatever  my  work  m.ay  be. 
Let  words  from  Thy  presence  nerve  me 

To  do  and  to  bear  for  Thee. 

2  •'  Speak.  Lord,  for  Thy  servant  heareth  I  " 

Thy  will  may  the  spirit  show. 
Till  step  upon  step  ap|>eareth 

Tile  way   Thou  wouldst  have  me  go  ! 
And  while  in  the  path  before  me 

Thy  precepts  shall  safily  guide, 
Likt>  the  "  bow  for  a  token  "  o'er  mo 

Thy  promises  sliall  abide. 


3  "  Speak,  Lord,  for  Thy  servant  heareth  !  *' 

U'-mind,  as  the  hours  roll  on, 
That  the  siiore  of  eternity  neareth. 

When  time  will  lie  over  and  gone. 
L«'t  nu!  each  opportunity   cherisli. 

And  tell  nic!  the  words  that  will  reach 
Poor  souls  that  are  ready  to  jterish, 

Sad  hearts  tliat  seem  closed  to  all  8])eech. 

4  "  Sjioak,  \a)tA,  for  Thy  servant  heareth  I  " 

Through  sorrow  and  toil  an<l  pain, 
No  voice  like  Thine  own  voice  cheereth, 

No  tones  have  such  sweet  refrain  ; 
liut  tender  and  calm  and  healing, 

Lik(!  dew  to  the  drooping  flower, 
Thy  Word,  o'er  my  spirit  stealing, 

Shall  fill  me  with  holy  power. 

UEOKOIANA  li.  TAYLOa. 


WITH    HEALING    IN    HIS    WINGS. 


1  Health  to  the  nations  !  Ix)rd  of  life. 

We  thank  Thee  for  the  thought ; 
A\ »!  bless  Thee  for  the  wondrous  grace 
Thy  dying  love  hath  wrought, 

2  We  joy  to  hail  Thee  Prince  of  Peace, 

To  crown  Thee  Kinj'  of  kin<rs. 
We  drop  our  burdens  at  Thy  feet. 
We  rest  beneath  Thy  wings. 

8  Yet,  blessed  Jesus,  there  are  homes 
AN'here  Thou  art  still  unknown. 
Homes  where  no  loving  han<ls  have  reared 
Thine  altar  and  Thy  throne. 

4  Sad  hearts  are  there,  who  never  felt 
Thy  tender,  healing  touch  ; 
Dear  Saviour,  who  hiust  pitiwl  us,- 
We  humbly  j)ray  for  sucli. 

.')  And  as  we  pray,  we  fain  would  work  ; 
The  labor  of  our  hands 
May  waft  the  tonic  of  Thy  love 
To  error-stricken  lands. 

('•  'I'he  ocean-isles  rejoice  to  feci 
Thy  radiance  from  afar. 
Wiiile  Kthiop  lifts  liiT  dusky  arms 
To  greet  tlie  Morning  Star. 

MRJL   n.   LAKttnX. 
Nurtli  DoiTrr.  Col      UK. 


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WHAT  IS  MY  MISSION? 


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The  path  by  which  lie" d  have  me  go;  Tho'    all  the  way    I  cannot  see,    I'll  trust  in  Him,   He  cares  for  me. 


2  Thoui,'li  l)ut  one  step  to  me  appear, 
He  iratlicrs  ail;  each  day,  each  year, 
He'll  <;ui(le  my  erring  feet  ariglit, 
And  make  eacii  dut}'  plain  to  sight. 

3  And  wh(>n  my  tired  feet  shall  rest 
Where  earth's  poor  weary  ones  are  blest, 
Tiie  hidden  goal  will  be  attained, 

The  crown  of  life  at  last  be  gained. 

KEEP    ME   THINE. 

"I  am  Tliiiie."— Psalm  ciix :  94. 
(Tune,— "A^nrir,  m\i  God,  to  Thre.") 

1  Make  Thine  abode  with  me, 

He  Thou  my  guest ; 
Thou  art  my  portion  here, 

Thou  art  my  rest ; 
Though  like  a  summer  da}', 

Kond  hopes  may  fade  away, 
Jesus,  my  heart  can  say, 

Thou  knowest  best. 

2  Wliv  should  I  doubt  and  fear 

When  Thou  art  mine? 
How  can  I  faint  or  fall, 
AIv  hand  in  Thine  ? 


Light  of  my  pilgrim  way. 

My  soul's  eternal  day, 
Help  me  to  watch  and  pray. 

Lord,  keep  me  Thine. 

3  Though  hedged  on  every  side 

My  path  may  be, 
Gladly  I  follow  on. 

Trusting  in  Thee  ; 
Love,  on  celestial  wings. 

Peace  to  my  spirit  brings. 
While  faith  looks  up  and  sings, 

Glory  to  Thee. 

4  Thine,  though  my  days  be  long. 

Saviour  divine. 
Thine,  when  their  light  shall  fade. 

No  more  to  shine; 
O  Thou  unclianging  Word, 

Thou  from  all  time  adored — 
Living  or  dying.  Lord, 

Still  I  am  Thine. 

PANKY  J.   CROSBT. 

Set  t<>  music  in  "Brightest  and  Best,"  by  W.  U.  Uoane. 

Copyright,  1875,  and  uat-d  by  per,  Uiglow  &  Main- 


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DRAW    ME   NEARER 

■■  Ltt  US  draw  nuar  lOth  a  true  Deart."— UpO.  i  :  33. 

1  I  uiu  Tliiiie,  O  Lord,  I  have  heard  Thy  voice, 

And  it  told  Tliy  love  to  lue ; 
But  I  loii<^  to  rise  in  the  arms  of  faith, 
And  be  closer  drawn  to  Thee. 
Refrain. —  Draw  me  nearer,  nearer,  blessi'-d  Lord, 
To  tile  cross  where  Thou  hast  died  ; 
Draw  me  nearer,  nearer,  nearer,  blessed  Lord, 
To  Thy  precious  bleeding  side. 

2  Consecrate  me  now  to  Thy  service,  Lord, 

By  the  power  of  grace  divint" ; 
Let  my  soul  look  up  with  a  steailfast  hope, 
Ami  my  will  be  lost  in  Thine. 

3  Oh  I   the  pure  delight  of  a  single  hour 

That  Intore  'Ihy  throne  1  spend, 
"When  I  kneel  in  prayer,  and  with  'I'hee,  my  God, 
I  conniume  as  friend  with  friend  ! 

4  There  are  depths  of  love  tliat  I  cainiot  know 

Till  I  cnjss  the  narrow  sea. 
There  are  heights  of  joy  that  I  may  not  reach 
Till  1  rest  in  peace  with  Tliee. 

FANNY  J.  CROSBY. 

S«t  to  music  lu  "  Bii|{lit««t  uul  Bc^t," 
by  W.  U   IXmne. 
OopyriKht,  1875,  and  uwd  by  per.  Bi«loir&  Main. 

ALL    FOR   JESUS. 

1  Toiling  on  for  Jesus  !  Oh  I  how  p.xssing  swoct ! 
lie  has  called  to  service  ;   He  has  made  us  meet; 
Meet  to  be  co-workers  with  the  (Jod  of  might  ; 
Meet  to  be  partakers  with  the  saints  in  light. 

2  Toiling  on  for  .lesnx,  not  for  powi-r  or  fame  : 
Toiling  on  for  Jesus,  not  for  party  nam<'  ; 
I.iove  to  lliin,  tlu'  motive  which  our  ardor  fires. 
He  Himself  sole  object  of  our  hearts'  desires. 

S  Toiling  on  for  Jesu.s,  'ncath  the  noontide  sun  ; 
Toiling  on  for  Jesus  till  the  day  is  done; 
Toiling  on  for  Jesus  tliroui;h  the  shadows  dim. 
Till  He  call  the  laborers  to  their  rest  with  Him. 

4  Great  indeed  tht^  harvest,  and  the  fields  are  white; 
Who  will  bring  the  sickle,  strong  in  Jesus'  might? 
AVho  will  guiu  the  "peuuy,"  wheu  the  Lord  shall 

come  ? 
ANTio  will  sh.are  the  gladness  of  the  Har\'eat-home  ? 

5  Who  will  follow  Jesus,  counting  all  but  loss? 

Who  will  win  new  triumphs  for  the  Saviour'.s  cross? 
^Vho,  for  this,  will  welcome  shame  and  toil  and  pain? 
Who  will  sulTer  with  Him,  and  hereafter  reign? 

6  For  h:ilt"-lii'arted  servic(\  let  the  past  suirice  ; 

We  are  His  by  purchase.  His  own  blond  the  price. 

We  ari>  His  to  follow  whither  He  <loth  lead; 

\\  e  are  His — His  servants — He  "the  Lord,  indeeil." 

7  His  by  sweet  and  .solemn  "  All  for  Jesus  "  vows ; 
His  to  serve  Him  better  in  His  F'afher's  house; 
His  to  share  His  glory  ;  His  to  share  His  throne — 
Glory  be  to  Jesus —  We  arc  not  our  own  ! 

LITY   A.   BKKiCKrr. 

New  Zcalaiiil. 


MY    REFUGE. 

iVaiM—" Baltlt  IlymH  (t/ Ihu  ItrimblU.') 
Repeat  next  to  liut  line  of  tunc 

1  In  the  secret  of  His  presence,  how  mv  soul  delights  to 

hide ! 
Oh  I  how  pre<ious  are  the  lessons  w  hich  I  learn  at 

Jesus'  side  I 
Earthly  cares  can  never  vex  me,  neither  trials  lay  nie 

low. 
For  when  SaUm  comes  to  temjit  me,  to  the  "secret 

place  "  I  go  ; 

A  refuge  dear  to  me. 

2  "^Tien  my  soul  is  faint  and  thirsty,  'neath  the  shadow 

of  His  wing 
There  is  cool  and  pleasant  shelter,  and  a  fresh  and 

crystal  spiing; 
And  my  Saviour  rest^i  b«'sideme  as  we  hold  communion 

swe»'t ; 
If  I  tried,  1  eould  not  utter  what  He  says  wheu  thus 

we  meet ; 

His  love  is  dear  to  me. 

3  Only  this  I  know;    I  tell    Him  all  my   doubts   and 

griefs  and  fears ; 
Oh  I  how  patiently  He  listens,  an<l  my  drooping  soul 

H<'  cheers. 
Do  you  think  He  ne'er  reproves  me?     What  a  false 

frienil  He  would  be. 
If  He  never,  never  told  me  of  the  sins  which  lie  must 

see; 

Reproof  is  dear  to  me. 

4  Do  you  think  that  I  could  love  Him   half  so  well,  or 

as  1  ought. 
If  He  did  not  tell  me  jilaiidy  of  each  sinful  wor<l  and 

thought? 
No  I   He  is  very  faithful,  and  that  makes  me  trust  Him 

more. 
For  I  know  that  He  does  love  me,  though  Ilewounils 

me  very  sore, 

Reproof  is  dear  to  me. 

•')  Would  you  like  to  know  the  sweetness  of   the  secret 
of  the  Lord  ? 
Go  and  hide  beneath  His  shadow ;    this  shall  then  lie 

your  reward  ; 
And  win-ne'er  you   le.ave  the  silence  of  that   hapj.v 

meeting-place. 
You  nuist  mind  an<l  lx>ar  the  image  of  your  ^Ia«ter  in 
your  face ; 

His  image  will  Iw  there. 
0  You  will  surely  lose  the  ble.ssing  and   the  fidlness   of 
your  joy. 
It"  you  let  dark  clouds  distress  you,  and  vour  inward 

peace  destroy  ; 
Yon  m:iy  always  be  abiding,  if  you  w  ill,  at  Jesus'  side  ; 
In  th"  s»<ret  of  His  presence  you  may  every  moment 
hiile ; 

His  love  w  ill  comfort  you. 

BLLCX  I.   UORKH. 
A  Brabmiu  of  the  hifbeat  cute,  aaxptid  (Uochter  of  a.-T.  W    T.  AUwn, 

Umltunl.  Eiicteod. 


sot 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


NEAR   THE    CROSS. 

••  Pi-acc-  tUrouijIi  tlii-  UkkkX  of  HU  croi«i."-Coll.  i ;  23. 

1  Jesus,  keep  ine  near  the  Cross, 

'riuTo  A  precious  fountain, 
Free  to  ail —  a  liealinj;;  stream, 
Flows  from  Calvary's  mountain. 
CllOKlS. — In  the  Cross,  in  the  Cross, 
I$e  my  i^Iory  ever ; 
Till  my  rajitured  soul  shall  fiud 
lic'st  bcyoud  the  river. 

2  Near  tlie  Cross,  a  trembling  soul, 

Love  and  mercy  found  me ; 
There  the  briirht  and  mornin"  star 
Shetl  its  beams  around  me. 

3  Near  the  Cross !  O  Laud)  of  God, 

ISrini;  its  scenes  before  me ; 

Help  me  walk  from  day  to  day, 

With  its  shatlows  o'er  me. 

4  Near  the  Cross  I'll  watch  and  wait, 

Hopin;;f,  trustinjj  ever, 
Till  I  reach  the  iroldcn  strand. 
Just  beyond  the  river. 

FANNY   J.    CROSBY. 

Set  to  music  by  Rev.  W.  H.  Doane. 
'     Copyright.  18C9,  in  "Bright  Jewel*,"  used  by  per.  Biglow  &  Main. 


Jlrs.  Saral]  |Iclucr  ^iianis. 


"  Kearer,  my  Gud,  to  Thee."  Tliig  longoage  is  the  heart  ntteiance 
of  Mm.  Sarah  Flower  Adams,  who  was  horn  in  Cambridge,  Euglaud, 
Fetiruiiry  22,  18U5.  and  whose  histoo'  has  been  but  very  slightly  kuown 
to  the  great  public,  who  have  cherished  her  hymns  as  amoug  its  most 
sacred  treasures  fur  nearly  half  a  century.  Her  father  was  the  editor 
of  a  weekly  Cambridge  iiaper.  Her  mother  was  a  woman  of  fine  gifts 
and  cultiue,  and  she  lu'iself  wiu  the  youngest  child.  Bhe  wag  noted  in 
early  life  for  tlie  ta.ste  slu:  manifested  in  literature,  and  iu  maturer  years 
for  p*eat  zeid  and  earnestnefyi  iu  her  reIigion.s  life.  She  contributed 
prose  and  verse  to  tlu;  i>criodicaIs  of  the  day,  and  her  art  criticisms  were 
TaUiol.  Married  at  an  early  age,  and  of  frail  coustitution,  she  still, 
amid  many  bodily  sufferings,  kept  her  j>en  busy,  her  thoughts  and  writ- 
ings alwaj*B  teniling  upwards.  At  wliat  time  aiul  amid  wliat  circam- 
stanc.-s  slie  caught  the  inspiration  from  which  was  evolved  that 
wonderful  hyimi  which  luis  since  echoed  rouud  and  round  the  globe,  is 
not  known;  but  it  was  probably  during  some  period  of  p<-culiar  trial, 
wlien  her  i<itirit  was  uplifted  thniugh  sorrow  almost  alK>ve  its  earthly 
bo<Iy.  She  little  dreamed  tliat  her  hymn,  like  those  of  Toplady,  Char- 
lotte Hlii>tt  and  Kiiy  Palujer,  would  l>e  heard  through  the  ages. 

It  was  (Imt  published  in  1841,  in  a  vi>Iume  of  sacred  Ij-rics  issne<l  by 
Mr.  Fox.  it  England,  Just  eight  years  before  the  death  of  the  gifted 
authoress,  wlko  only  lived  \*y  the  age  of  forty-fnnr.  ami  thus  never  knew 
the  fame  which  was  to  attach  to  her  hynni  and  her  mime.  .She  visited 
Auierict  jiwl  aftiT  the  hymn  was  first  published.  Mrs.  .\daus  was  also 
acompisrof  music,  which  is  prommnced  good,  in  Kngland.  Very 
little  .if  it  is  known  in  this  country.  '  Ho  sendeth  sun.  He  sendetb 
•bower,"  is  also  i|uitc  a  celebrated  hymn  by  .Mrs.  A>Ums. 

Among  pn.se  writIi>KS,  she  pre|>ared  a  catechism  for  children,  entitled 
"The  Flock  at  the  Fountain." 

Home  <if  Inr  works  were  collected  and  published  under  the  title  of 
"  Ad'irati'Hi.  .Aspiration  and  Belief."  In  1841  she  published  a  dramatic 
Xx>eni  in  live  acts,  on  the  martyTdom  of  "  ViTia  Pcrpvtua,"  and  which 
■he  dedicated  to  her  aUter. 


The  religious  faitli  of  Mrs.  Adams  has  been  the  subject  of  much 
discussion.  She  baa  at  times  been  classed  as  a  Trinitarian  and  a  Uui- 
tariau.  Tlie  burden  of  pr<Hif,  however,  is  iu  favur  of  the  latter.  But 
iH-fore  her  coime^tinn  with  the  latter,  wtiieh  m-ems  t<i  have  l>een  largely 
a  family  alTair,  she  was  for  years  a  member  of  the  Baptist  Church  at 
Harlow,  and  it  is  hard  to  read  her  hymns  without  the  coDvirtixn  that 
her  faith  in  the  Crucified  One,  at  whose  toojb  "  an  angel  sat,"  was  never 
entirely  eradicated  from  her  heart. 

Attentions  to  her  beloved  sister  during  protracted  illness  enfeebled 
her  ou  n  health.  Ere  long  she  succumbed,  as  her  sister  had  d'>ne,  to  pul- 
monary disease,  in  almost  her  last  bn*ath  bursting  into  ui:con&ci<  us  song. 
Her  hymns  touchiugly  reflnct  her  states  of  mind.  In  1S49  shew  as  hur- 
ried by  the  side  of  her  sister  Eliza,  in  Essex,  Eng.,  where,  with  their 
parents,  their  bodies  await  the  resurrection. 


NEARER,    MY    GOD,    TO    THEE. 

Gen.  xxviii :  10-22. 

1  Nearer,  mj'  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 
Ev'n  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me ! 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be. 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down. 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone. 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

3  There  let  the  way  appear, 

Steps  unto  heaven ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me, 

In  mercy  given; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

4  Then,  with  mv  wakins  thou<rhts 

Bright  with  Thy  praise. 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  rinse; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  (Jod,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee  I 

5  Or  if,  on  joyful  wing 

Cleaving  the  skj'. 
Sun,  moon  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly. 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be. 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

6  Christ  alone  beareth  me 

Where  Thou  dost  shine; 
Joint-heir  lie  inaketh  me. 

Of  the  Divine! 
In  Christ  my  soul  shall  be 
Nearer,  my  CJod,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

8ARAB  FLOWER  ADAMS.   1841. 


FOREION  AffffSIOXS.     CONHECRATWN. 

CREATE  IN  ME  A  CLEAN  HEART.  O  GOD. 


305 


d'c    II.) 


Slotcli/  antl  with  feeling. 
AlK. 


VViiriU  1111.1  Mumo  l,y  ANNA  UOLYDKK  HOWARD,  fiir  Uila  work. 


M  •     *  -    •    '    *  F-il-  -V  *^^.  !>    y  ^    ^    ^    •  I  •    ^    ^-_ 

•       }.   I         :iiii  Sii     Hi:i  -  ry       "f        roii-llict   ami  sin,    \V'c:i  -  ry  of     warriiijjs  wllli  -  out    uihI  with  -  in, 

:;.   I.onl,  1  mil    wail -in;;    ami     l()ii;j-iii';    for 'riiec.Shluc    in  my  heart,  Lord,  and     bid  dark-iuss   flee, 

QfAliriOTIK    OK  At  COMfAMMKN  r. 


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Oh!  from  this     ho  -  dy      of    death     to       he  free!  Jm  -  siis!   my   Sav  -  lour. draw  ni'^li     iin  -to    ino! 

Soat-tcr    the  shad  ous    and    nialvc  th(!   way  bright,      Fill      mo  with    joy,  with    love    ami  with  light! 


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Come,    Ho-ly    Spir  -  it!    Ohicome    in    Thy  power,  Cleanse  me    and  make  me  Thine  own  from  this  honr; 

Thine     is    the      glo  -  ry    and  Thine   is     the  power,  Cleanse  nio    and  make  me  Thine  own  from  this   Lour; 


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I        am    but  weakness,     on      .Te  -  sns      I      lean.  Wash  me,    my    Sav-iour,     and       I      shall       Jm»  clean. 
Out    of      my -self      in  -  to  Thco    I  would    go.  Wash  me    and       I  shall        be    whit  -  er      than  tnow. 


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•    Thi'nv  wur.U  can  t>r  sung  to  "  Rock  dm  to  ilrop,  mother.'  or  hy  eiwnsinc  Um  lut  line,  cu  b*  mug  u>  "  I  m>  »>  ii»d  ttMt  utu  F«t:nt  la  U<«»«tt.- 


306 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


ps.  Dbttbt  Ipalmfr. 


WELCOME  TO  GLORY. 


MBS.  P.  PALMER. 


MRS.  J.  F.  KNAPP.    By  p«r. 


-^  1       ^ — *^       i       ^'     ^  -— ! -I— f  --i ^ 1 ■ ^ — *    ^^^ i~i-^       ^ — »       I       *--J  I 


1.  Oh!  when    I  shall  sweep  thro' the  gates,  The  scenes  of  mor-tal    -  i  -  t.v   o'er?  What  then  for  my  spir  -  it     a-waits? 


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Will  they    sing    on  the    glo  -  ri-fied     shore?    Welcome     home!  welcome      home!  A 

Welcome  home !  welcome  home ! 


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welcome  in  glo  -  ry    for  me;  Welcome  home!  welcome  home!  A  wel- come  for  me. 

Welcome  home !  welcome  home !  welcome  home  1 


2  AVlien  from  Calv'ry's  mount  I  arise, 
And  i)ass  tliroufjli  the  portals  above, 
Will  sliouts,  Welcome  home  to  the  skies, 
Resound  through  the  regions  of  love  ? 

.">  Yes.  loved  ones  who  knew  me  below, 

Who  learned  the  new  song  witli  me  here, 
In  chorus  will  hail  me,  I  know, 

And  welcome  me  home  with  good  cheer. 

4  Th(>  beautiful  gates  will  unfold, 

'I'hi!  home  of  the  blood-washed  I'll  see: 
The  city  of  saints  I'll  behold, 

For,  Ob !  there's  a  welcome  for  nic ! 


5  A  sinner  made  whiter  than  snow, 
I'll  join  in  the  mighty  acclaim. 
And  shout  through  the  gates  as  I  go. 
Salvation  to  God  and  the  Lamb ! 

HUMBLE    DUTY. 

O  IMaster  dear !  the  smallest  work  for  Tliee 

Finds  recompen.se  beyond  our  highest  thouglit; 
And  feeble  hands  that  worked  out  tremblingly 

The  richest  colors  in  the  fabric  wrought. 
We  are  eontt-nt  to  take  what  Thou  shah  give, 

To  work  or  sutTer  as  Thy  dioice  shall  be; 
Forsaking  what  Thy  wisdom  bids  us  leave,    . 

Glad  iu  the  thought  that  we  are  pleasing  Thee  ! 

"London  eiirJHtiau.*' 


FOREIGN  MISSIONS.     CONSECRATION. 


307 


I'VE  NO  ABIDING  PLACE. 


(Suitable  for  Piuiw:  Huvtliiga,  or  tlio  Coiuvcmtiuii  tiuur  at  AuuiuU  MUiiloiuu7  OatherlngiL) 
Word*  by  MRS.  MARY  O,  PACiK. 

Andante  cor  motto  ettpresnione. 


HtuicbrMR-S    CLAR\  H.  SCOTT. 
U*e«t  by  per    Mrav*.  J.  Utiiucb  k  Co. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


^  III  — x 


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3 1  0  WOMATV^  IN  SACRED  SONG. 

FOREIGN  MISSIONS.    ANNUAL  ^MEETINGS. 
Miss  ITavprpal's  sister,  in  wrltini;  licr  Mi-moir,  says:   "The  words  and  music  to  tliis  piece  'Tell  it  out,'  flaslied  upon  her  while  readiiif; 
the  l*raise  IJook  version.     She  arose  from  her  bed  and  in  an  increilihly  short  lime,  bolli  tune,  parts  and  words  were  alt  written  out  with 
cop|icrplate  iieutnesis,  and  she  singinj;-  it  away,  as  no  one  else  can.'' 


TELL  IT  OUT. 


■^*T    ».     «rr     ^  "~ft! — ^ — ^ — ^"  r>-  ->  »  i    ^       ;      -i — ->—;;;>- 


Words  an<l  Music  by  FRANCES  RIDLEY  H-VVEEGAL. 


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:-» &  u 


Tell 


^I'sksE 


out      among  the  heathen  that  the      Lord 


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is      King!  Tell     it 


out! 


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Tell 
out! 


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Tell    it 


out! 


Tell    it  out!      that  the 


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Lord 


King!  Tell    it 


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Tell 


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a  -  niong  the    na  -  tions,  bid  them    shout    and    sing!  Tell 

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out!    Tell    it 

Tell     it    out! 
^         N 


out! 
Tell 


Tell      it    out! 
out  with  a  -  do 


bid    them    shout    and     sing!  Tell     it, 
ra  -  tion  that    He  shall-  increase ;That  the 


-Ll-^l 


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out !  Tell 
"      J". 


it    out!    Tell 

1— 


Fine 
out!        Tell 


tion  that    He  shall    increase  ;That  the 


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out!  Tell 


it    out!        Tell      it    out 


that    He  shall    increase  ;That  the 


^  -m-       ^      ^  ^      '^      -y      ^ 

ithe 


out  with  ju  -  bi 


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tion  though  the 
> 


2  Tell  it  out  amonij  the  heathen  that  the  Saviour  rcii^us  !   3  Tell  it  out  amoii";  tlic  heathen  Jesus  reiirns  above! 


Tell  it  out!  Tell  it  out! 
Tell  it  out  anioii:^  the  nations,  hid  tluin  hurst  their 

Tell  it  out!  Tell  it  out!  [chains; 

Tell  it  out  aiuoiii^  the  weepiiiij  one.s  that  .lestis  lives; 
Tell  it  out  ainouij  the  we-ary  oiu's  what  rest  lie  jiives  ; 
Tell  it  out  ani(>ii<r  the  sinners  that  Ho  eanu;  to  save; 
Tell  it  out  among  the  «lying  that  lie  triuuii)heil  o\r 
the  ifiave. 


Tell  it  out!  Tell  it  out! 
Tell  it  out  atnon<r  the  nations  that  His  reign  is  love, 

Tell  it  out!  Tell  it  out! 
Tell  it  out  among  the  highways  ami  the  lanes  at  home  ; 
Let  It  ring  across  the  mountains  and  the  ocean  foam  ; 
Like  the  sound  of  many  waters  let  our  glad  shout  he, 
Till  it  echo  uud  re-eeho  from  the  islauds  of  the  sea. 


FOREIGN  MISSIOXS.    ANNUAL  MEETINdS. 

GOD  BE  MERCIFUL  UNTO  US. 


mi 


(DKUB  UIBKKATl'R.) 


CLARA  H    Brf>TT 
Trom  "Roxal  Autlu-uj  Ifaxk  "    lly  |a 


n^i!E£  I 


Ood  Ijc  inorcifiil  uiilo 


I,(>i  tlic  people 
Let  llic  pco))!*! 
Glory  lie  lo  the  Fallirr, 
and 

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us. 


and 


praise  Tliee.O 
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THROUGH   THE    ROLLING   YEARS. 


( Tunc-  "Sftking  {o  Sow,") 

1  Gladly  now  we  jjathcr, 

C'oini'  froni  far  and  near. 
Thanks  to  hriii^  our  Fatiur 

At  His  altar  iuif; 
Ail  tlu'  way  IIi-'s  hroiiijht  us 

Joyous  now  ap|H'ars ; 
Fdlcd  witii  founth'ss  blessings 
^Vll  tin-  roUint;  j'cars. 
Ciiouts. —  Through  ten  years  of  labor, 
Seekinjj  to  wave ; 
Lost  ones  in  heathen  lands. 
Seeking;  to  save. 

2  Anxious  days  have  met  us, — 

Days  of  eare  and  thoncht, — 
Hut  the  elilcr  Hrother 

Kver  e.anie  when  sought  ; 
Filled  with  sweet  ((impassion. 

Heard  our  ffrblr  pravers, 
Littril  .ill  the  burdens 

Tlirouiili  tin-  idlliii:;  years. 


3  Tenderly  w^'ve  lin;jered 

In  the  border-lands. 
Where  we've  seen  our  loved  ones 

IJreak  their  earthly  bands; 
Now,  on  hi;;h  ascended. 

Free  from  cares  and  fears. 
Watch  they  now  our  proj^'esa 

Through  the  rolling  years. 

4  Gladly  we  rememb<>r 

Many  pleasant  ways, — 
Many  deeds  aeeoinplishcd, 

.Many  joyful  days ; 
Many  slieaves  vouehs.afetl  us, 

Many  ripened  ears. 
Many  gladsome  harvest.s. 

Through  the  rolling  years. 

5  Not  to  us  the  glory. 

Not  to  us  the  prjiisel 
Rut  to  f;<Ml,  our  Father, 

Who,  in  wondrous  ways. 
Hath  His  servants  gnidiMl. 

Stilling  doubts  and  f»-ars. 
Grantini;  stren;rlh  and  coumg*; 

Through  till'  ndling  years. 

^  '     'rr«i   -XUr  mkI  Ufhl  - 

Wntteu  f>«  Uw  TvtiUi  Anuual  Mn-ting  %A  Ikr  W.  B   M. 


i 


IS 


y  1 2  WOMAN  IN  SA CRED  SONG. 

FROM    "GLORY   TO   GLORY/'  2  "From  glory  unto  glory !"  O  marvels  of  tlie  word ! 

(Tyxae-'-WehX-ur"  From  GrrtHland',  icy  m.,unlain>.  "Willi  OpCll  filCU  bc'liolcjillg  the  glory  of  tllG   Lord," 

}■    ^n.'^'f.^'  ,  •  .  We,  e  Via  we  (O  woudrous  grace!)  "are  cliaiigcd  into 

1  "f  rom  glory  unto  glory  I      Lo  this  our  joyous  song,  ^jm  g^„j,.  " 

As  outhe  king's  own  highway   wc    bruVcIy  march  xhe  image  of 'our  Saviour,  to  glorify  His  Name. 

,,1;,  r'  .       ,        I ..  /-\  ^     c    r    •        1  3  Abiding  in  His  presence,  and  walkinj:  in  the  lijrht, 

"r  rom  glory  uuto  ^ilorv !      O  word  of  stirring  cheer,  *     i     °i  •  'i     ..  i  i       ■    ^^      •       •"    n 

\      -i  :\  1  1    •  I  .  »i  1    1  TVT  And  seeking  to  do  "always  what  is  i)ltasuig  m  H 

As  dawns  the  solemn  brightness,  another  glad  rsew  •  i  f  'V^ 

Year.  siglit ; 

"    *  We  look  to  Him  to  keep  us  "all  glorious  within," 

2  Our  own  beloved  Master  "hath  many  things  to  say.  Because  "the  blood  of  Jesus  is  cleansing  from  all  sin." 
Look  forward  to  His  teachin;',  unfolding  dav  by  (lav;   j  ti      ,i  •         \    \-    it         ^^-  ^  \    r 

,p       ,.  f  II-    I.-   ■  -x      '?i  .•         ^  \i't    :     4  1  lie  thiiijjs  behind  forgetting,  we  only  gaze  before 

lo  whispers  of  His  Si)irit,  while  restiii"' at  His  feet,  ,, ,,  »,  ?       „"',    ^    ,,,-'^   .  ■, 

,p      ,      '.  1  .•        X     •     •  w    1  1  ^  "rrora  glory  unto  glorv,      that   "shiiieth  more  and 

lo  glowing  revelation,  to  insight  clear  and  sweet.  °  .,  •'  to      •  ' 

o  o  '  o  more, 

3  "From  glory  unto  glory ! "  Our  faith  hath  s.'cn  the  Because  our  Lord  hath  said  it,  that  such  shall  be  our 

K'"gi  way. 

We  own  His  matchless  beauty,  adoringly  we  sing ;  /q  splendor  of  the  promise  !)  "unto  the  perfect  day." 

But  He  liath  more  to  show  us!  O  thought  of  untold  .  ,  t-.  ,  .       i        i..  /-\      r  n       .         n  '■^^ 

,  ,.      ,  °  0  "brom  glorv  unto  glorv  .     Uur  fellow-travellers  still 

bliss !  .*.,.. 

.     ,      '    *  ,,.  .  1  •     1  X      .1  •  Are  gathering  on  the  iournev.     The  bright  electric 

And  we  jjress  exultmg  on  in  certain  hope  to   this: —  °,  ..,,      o  j  .  o 

4  To  marvellous  outpourings  of  "treasures  new  and  old,"  Qf  quick,  instinctive  union,  more  frequent  and  more 
To  largess  of  His  bounty,  j)ai(l  in  the  King's  own  gold,  sweet 

To  glorious  expansion  of  His  mysteries  of  grace,  shall  swiftly  pass  from  heart  to  heart  in  true  and  ten- 
To  radiant  unveilings,  the  brightness  of  His  face.  j^j,  ije^t, 

II.   GRATITUDE.  (5  And  closer  j'et  and  closer  the  golden  bonds  shall  be, 

1  "From  glory  unto  glory  !"  What  great  things  He  hath  Enlinking  all  who  love  our  Lord  in  ])ure  sincerity  ; 

done.  And  wider  yet, and  wider,shall  the  circling  glory  glow, 

■^Y^lat  wonders  He  hath  shown  us,  what  triumphs  He  ^^  more  and  more  are  taught  of  God  that  mighty  love 

hath  won  !  to  know. 

We  marvcd  at  the  r(>cords,  the  blessings  of  the  year ! 

i>    ^  .       .1         .1       f'l    •  .  1     11        •  '.    II-  IV.    CONSECRATION. 

But  sweeter  than  the   Christmas  bells  rings  out  His  ,  o      • 

nroniise  clear ^  ^  y^  ^^'^°  s,cck  the  Saviour,  look  up  in  faith  and  love, 

„—,,,,  1  •        ,)  r  ,  1        •  Come  up  into  the  sunshine,  so  bright  and  warm  above! 

2  1  hat  "greater  things,     far  greater,  our  longing  eyes  ^t    i  ♦       i  .i         n      i    .      r      -       .     n-    i       i 

A    \\         \  to    o     .'  No  longer  tread  the  valley,but,  clinging  to  His  hand, 

^„         ■  ■  .         ,  ,  ,       ,,         ,       .1  •        5.  Ascentl  the  shining  summits  and  view  the  glorious  land. 

Ave  can  but  wait  and  wonder  what  "greater  things  ^      ,  ,      i ,  i 

j.]j.j]j  ij^.  I  2  Our  harpnotes  should  be  sweeter,  our  trumpetrtones 

But  glorious  fulfillments  rejoicingly  we  claim,  ^      nwvii  clear. 

While  pleading  in  the  power  of  All-Prevailing  Name.  O"""  '"'tliems  ring  so  grandly  that  all  the  world  must 

3  "From  glory  unto  glory !  "What  mighty  blessings  crown  rvi  i       '   i"i  '•     t         i     i    .i  i      • 

„„      ,.•-      i         ,  •'^,    •       T       1   1      1    5  -1    II-  0.1 !  royal  be  our  music,  for  who  hath  cause  to  sing 

Ihe  lives  lor  which  our  Lord  hath  laul  Ills  own  so  t  -i      .i"      i  c      \  i  *i       i  -i  i  i-'?i 

,      ,      ,         ,  Like  the  chorus  of  redeemed  ones,  the  children  of  the 

freely  down  !  ^      .    .  . ,  Kin<r  ? 

Oiniii|)()tencc  to  keep  us.  Omniscience  to  guide,  „  ^,  ,  ,       "^       ,        .       ,        ,,    ,       tt    i     i    i 

Jehovah's  Triune  Fresence  within  us  to  abide !  ^  Oh!  let  our  adoration  for  all  that  He  hath  done, 

,   ,„,      ,  ,  ,.,,■,,.  1  Feal  out  bevond  the  stars  of  God,  while  voice  and  life 

4  Ihe  fulness  of  His  blessing  cncompasseth  our  way;  • 

The  fulness  of  His  promises  crowns  every  brightening  a     i  i  ^  '  i'      i  i     i  i  » 

'  '  Jo  a  Xw\  let  our  consecration  be  real,  deep,  and  true ; 

\'^:   '        ,.  »T-      I        .    ,         .       /.  ,  Oh!  even  now  our  hearts  shall  bow,  and  iovful  vows 


renew ; 


The  fulness  of  His  glory  is  beaming  from  above, 

AVhile  more  and  more  we  realize  the  fulness  of  His  ,_.,,,,,              ,              .               ,            „„ 

1  4  "In  full  and  glad  surrender  we  give  ourselves  to  Ihee, 

'                   ,        ,,,   ,„.  ,              1     1       f  Thine  utterlv,  and  onlv,  and  evermore  to  be! 

5  "1<  rom  glory  unto  glory  !      Without  a  shade  of  care,  q  ^^^^  ^^  <-. ^,,   ^^.,^^  ,,^ -.^^^  ^,^^  ^^.^  ^^.jH  j,^.  .p,,;,,^.  ^,,„„^^ 

Because  the  Lord  who  loves  us  wil  every  burden  bear;  ^,^^^  ^jj  ^^,^  .^^.^.^  ,^^^^^  .^,1  ^^^  j^^^.^.^  ^j^^u  i„.„ceforth  be 

Because  wc;  trust  lliiii  Inlly,  and  know   tliat   iW,  will  'n,;„„  nwn  !  " 

And  know  that  He  will  keep  us  at  His  lulovod  side.  ^  Now  onward,evcr  onward,  "from  strength  to  strength" 

we  go, 

III.   TRUST.         ....       .  ,,  Whil(!  "grace  for  grace"  abundantly  shall  from   His 

1   "From  glory  unto  glory  !     though  tribulation  fall,  fulness  flow  " 

IteaniK.t  l..u<-h  our  treasiir.',  when  Christ  is  All  in  All!  ry.^^  priory's  full  fruition,  from  glorv's  foretaste  h.-re, 

Whatever  lies  before  us,  there  can  bo  naught  to  l.-ar,  Until    His  very  presence  crown  "our    hap|.i.>t    New 

For  what  are  pain  ami  sorrow    wluii  .lesus  (  hrist  is  Year! 

near  (  nULNClUt  kiulev  uavkkual. 


FOREION  MISSIONS.    ANNUAL  MEETINGS. 


313 


THE    TRUTH    MAKES    FREE. 

(Tuiio-"  Tht  Shining  .SAorr.") 

1  Tlu!  (l.ivs  of  siiniiiuT  l)rii;litii(ss  coiiu-, 

And  we,  witli  soiii^s  of  ^'liidnt-ss, 
A.s.si;inl)li^  ill  our  |il:n<'  of  prayrr, 
AikI  hunisli  tlioiii^iits  of  siidiit  ss. 
Chorus. — For  Oli!  wo  sou  tliat  Truth  makes  free, 
And  (Jod  is  loviii;^  ivor  ; 
Wlicn  work  is  doiu',  and  victory  won, 
We  shall  be  parted  never. 

2  Thonijh  liere  the  elouds  aliove  our  path 

Sometimes  in  darkness  lower, 
The  how  of  promise  shiiietii  there 

By  Love's  redeeming  power. 
8  And  so  we  gather  hero  in  liope, 

And  praise  the  glorious  fJiver, 
Who  hriglitens  earth  witli  blossoms  fair, 

Of  heaven  a  symbol  ever. 
4   Lord,  let  the  chrism  of  Tiiy  fove, 

Each  faithful  heart  anointing, 
Prepare  us  for  the  earthly  paths 

Of  Thy  divine  appointing. 

RBV.   PUlBBE  A.    BANAroRD. 
Junoy  City,  1878. 

CHRISTIAN    REUNION. 

9th  r.  M 
"  Let  brotherly  loTe  coulinue." 
(Tune—"  .tf.ir(|/?i,"  or  "  Mrmoriet  oj  Eartk."t 

1  Soldiers  in  the  ranks  of  Jesus, 

Workers  in  the  field  of  grace, 
Preachers  of  our  blessed  (iospel, 
Welcome  to  this  sacred  place. 
CnoBus. — What  an  hour  of  holy  transport, 
God  is  in  our  midst  tt)-dav  I 
Praise  the  Lord  this  happy  union, 
I  low  it  cheers  us  on  our  way. 

2  Some  are  here  wliosc  locks  betoken 

Years  of  watching,  toil  and  care ; 
Others  in  tht;  prime  of  living. 
Just  begin  their  Cross  to  bear. 

3  Tell  us,  Christians,  are  yon  plantinfr 

(ioodly  seed  on  f<rtile  ground? 
Is  the  glorious  work  progressing. 
Does  the  fruit  of  joy  ai>ound  r 

4  Do  not  think  of  earthly  trials, 

With  your  crown  of  life  in  view ; 
Though  adiicted,  bi-ar  it  meekly, 
Jesus  bh'd  and  diid  for  you. 

5  Though  you  sometiim-s  feel  discouraged. 

And  your  labor  seems  in  vain, 
TiOok  to  (Jod,  and  seek  Ilis  blessing. 
He  will  bring  the  promised  reign. 
(>    I'alienI,  then,  1h^  {MTsevering ; 

Soon  your  mission  will  lx>  o'er; 
Through  the  glass  of  ho|)e,  though  darkly, 
Y'ou  can  s<e  the  other  .slir)re. 

HUH     r     <•     VAN    AIATTNK. 

By  per.  Bigluir  *  tUti, 


UP.    FRIENDS   OF   JESUS. 

"  Go  thatefore,  aud  t<scli  all    nation..  I«i.llzliu(  tlicin  In  Um  nama  of 
tho  l<irtl."     Matt.  »x»UI:  19 
(Tunc  -  " I'arlu'jurtr  Hgmn,") 

1  Up,  friends  of  Jesus,  the  harvest  now  is  white, 
Work  will  soon  l>e  over,  fast  falls  the  sliaile  of  night; 
Strong  in  His  strength,  ht  us  bind  the  golden  sh.irves,' 
Could  we  meet  the  Master  with  naught  but  leaves? 

2  Up,  friends  of  Jesus,  for  time  will  soon  Im-  o'er. 
Harvest  d.iys  are  passing  to  come  again  no  more; 
Wake  from  rejmse,  hear  the  Master  calling  still, 
liisc  to  earnest  eU'ort  with  right  good  will, 

3  Sing  !  friends  of  Jesus,  for  when  our  work  is  done, 
Joyful  we  will  gather  to  greet  the  harvest  Ikiiiu'  ; 
Then  let  us  hasten  the  golden  sheaves  to  bind, 
Rest  uiid  life  eternal  we  all  shall  find. 

■LATE  Bt;MXBn   BfRK. 

HOW    BLEST   THE    SACRED   TIE. 
L.  M. 
"Of  one  heart." 
(Tuno— "  Hamhurg") 

1  How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 
\n  union  sweet,  acconling  mimls  I 

How  swift  the  heavenly  course  thev  run. 
Whose  hearts  and  faith  and  hojtes  arc  one. 

2  To  each  the  soul  of  each  how  dear ! 
What  jealous  care,  what  holy  fear! 
How  doth  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth  and  cleanse  from  sin ! 

3  Their  streaming  tears  together  (low, 
For  human  guilt  ami  human  woe; 
Their  ardent  prayers  united  ri.se. 
Like  mingling  flames  in  R.acririce. 

4  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire 
'Mid  nature's  drooping,  sickening  fire  : 
Soon  shall  they  mei-t  in  realms  above  — 
A  heaven  of  joy,  because  of  love. 

A.v.vr.  U    IIAKIUCLD. 

INVOCATION. 

(Tunc  -  "  AutumH.') 

1  Great  .Tehovah,  now  inspire  us. 

While  Thy  sacred  Word  \\v  read. 
Fill  us  with  Thy  light  aiirl  wi.s«lom. 

As  u|K)n  its  truths  we  feed. 
Through  the  clouds  the  literal  meanin". 

Thou  art  making  now  Thv  wav. 
Breaking  tlown  all  skeptic's  barriers. 

Ushering  in  a  glorious  dav. 

2  Come,  my  soul,  arouse  thy  RlHml>erinp, 

See,  the  Bridegroom  draweth  near: 
Go  attired  with  lieavinly  garments. 

Shining  raiments,  while  and  cle.Tr. 
Go  adorned  with  pearls  and  rubies. 

Precious  truths  «if  righteousness; 
Go,  pr<N-laim  the  liidileii  manna. 

That  Thou  luay'st  the  iiatioiis  bli-ss. 

nil*   mimiAiw. 


314 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


THE  BANNER  OF  THE  CROSS. 


M1{S.  M.  O.  PAGE. 


MRS.  C.  H.  SCOTT. 
Author  of  the  "  Boyal  Autheui  B<K)k, '  &c. 


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2  Soldiers  of  a  mighty  cause, 

Raise  the  royal  banner  liigh  ; 

While  we  heed  our  Master's  laws, 

We  may  earthly  pow'r  defy. 

3  Tiiey  wlio  bi'ar  it  bravely  on. 

Soon  tlieir  heart's  desire  siiall  sec, 
For  the  world,  ere  long,  nnist  own 
Tliis,  tlie  (lag  of  victory. 

From  "Songa  of  Love,"  liy  iwr.  Dr.  H.  R.  Palmer. 
Pull,  by  Mcssm.  Church  ik  On. 

IN    THi£    NAME   OF   OUR   GOD    WE    WILL 
SET    UP   OUR    BANNERS. 

1  Lift  up  on  the  mountains,  O  liost  of  the  Lord, 

With  voice  of  tlie  trumpet's  acclaim, 
TJft  up  on  tlie  mountains  our  banners  of  light, 
And  girded  with  strengtli,  march  on  to  the  fight 

111  our  Leader'.s  victorious  name. 

2  Bear  on  to  tlie  front  our  banner  of  Praise, 

In  inipcrial  purple  arr^iyed  ; 
For  '■  glory  to  (Jod  in  the  higlicst  "  slmll  rin<j. 
As  the  army's  grand  choral  to  .Icsns  our  King, 

Till  all  iiutiuns  His  own  shall  be  made. 


3  And  Faith's  banner,  pure  white,  unfold  to  the  breeze, 

For  she  marches  beside  us  at  night ; 
She  leads  through  the  desert  our  faltering  feet, 
And  sings  in  the  darkness  her  litanies  sweet, 

Of  deliverance,  triumph  and  sight. 

4  Then  lift  up  the  radiant  banner  of  Hope, 

In  her  symbolic  color  of  blue  ; 
E'er  (•las])ing  Faith's  hand,  Hope  smiles  like  the  light. 
And  with  beautiful  prophecies  follows  the  night, 

Liki!  sunrise  after  the  dew. 

5  And  Love  in  its  passionate  crimson,  the  Love 

That  is  greater  than  Hope  or  than  Faith; 
The  glory  and  crown  of  the  army  below. 
The  holiest  strain  that  all  Heaven  can  know, 

The  grace  that  abideth  in  (h-ath. 

G  Then  lift  up  the  heart,  move  onward  with  song, 

Our  victory  now  draweth  nigh  ; 
Tlioiiirh  the  enemy's  legions  come  in  like  a  flood. 
Our  ••  luuuitions  of  rocks  "  for  ages  have  stood, 

And  Oo<l's  standards  are  floating  on  liigh. 

Hits.    I>R.    IIEKUirK   JOUNSON, 


FOREIGN  MISSIONS.    ANNUAL  MKETINUS. 


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THE  LORD  IS  KING. 


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Our  Redeemer  asceudinir.  the  angels  behold. 

3  Thou'di  the  kingdoms  of  earth  and  their  splendor  shall 

fall. 
Yet  the  Lord  is  triumphant,  He  rules  over  all. 

4  To  the  Lord,  our  Creator,  salvation  hclonjis, 
Let  His  name  be  exalted  with  rupture  and  songs. 

WORK 

(Tune— "OrvT  thr  Oct(^«  irii(v.«."| 

1    Do  thy  work  speedily,  child  of  the  earth. 
Waste  not  a  moment  in  .sorrow  or  mirth  ; 
Life  is  a  mystery  shaded  with  jjloom. 
Hearing  us  rapidly  on  to  the  tomb. 
Life  is  a  mv>t«'ry  shaded  witli  ixIoDm. 
lieariug  us  rapidly  on  to  the  toinb. 


2  Work  hath  been  given  thee,  do  not  delay, 
Carelessly  triHing  the  moments  away  ; 
Dreamily  floating  on  life's  silvery  tiile, 
Stealthily  down  to  the  ocean  we  glide. 
Drean\i!y  floating  on  life's  silvery  tide. 
Stealthily  down  to  thi-  oce.in  we  glide. 

3  Life  is  receding,  tin?  hour>  as  they  pa&s 
Bear  in  their  lM)soms  the  sands  fmm  it«  glass. 
Why  shouM  we  linger  on  time's  crested  wave, 
Gathering  baubles  to  garnish  the  grave? 
Why  sliDuId  we  linger  on  time's  crested  ware, 
CJathering  baubles  to  g:irnish  the  :n"avo? 

4  Think  you  the  tn':Lsnn>s  that  lie  in  the  dorp 
Would  soften  earth's  pillow,  or  swroten  o'  '■' 
Far  sooner  the  tlinu::ht  that  earth's  glitii  ; 

Were  lost  in  the  strni:!.'le  for  hcdii'r  joys. 

F.ir  .sooner  the  thought  that  earth's  glittering  tojrs 

Were  lodt  iu  the  struggle  for  holier  joys. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


CENTENNIAL   HYMN. 


COME,   SAINTS,    LET    US   JOIN. 


(Tune— "'.d  urumn.") 

(i()(l  of  nations!     Thou  All-seeing! 

III  whose  si;,Mit  tile  a^^i-s  run 
Swift,  as  to  our  mortal  being 

Daily  threads  of  life  arc  spun  ; 
Thou  whose  tender  care  hath  brought  ua 

To  this  happy  festal  day, 
And  in  all  life's  change  hath  taught  us 

Of  Thy  wise  and  kindly  sway  ; 

Thee  we  thank  for  all  the  beauty 

To  this  joyful  season  brought, 
For  the  ])ast  of  work  and  duty 

Which  our  fathers  nobly  wrought ; 
For  the  liberties  they  founded, 

Set  with  many  a  bloody  seal, 
For  the  depths  of  woe  they  sounded 

To  secure  our  country's  weal ; 

For  the  century's  record  ended 

With  its  words  and  deeds  sublime, 
With  its  lights  and  shadows  blended 

On  the  moving  scroll  of  time. 
God  of  liberty,  we  praise  Thee  ! 

God  of  love,  we  Thee  adore  ! 
God  of  Grace,  Oh  !  may  we  raise  Thee 

Grateful  songs  forevermore  ! 

MRS.  MARY  O.  WEBSTER. 
Eocky  Hill,  Couu.,  July  4,  1876. 


ARISE   AND    SHINE. 

"Arise.  Mhiue,  for  thy  light  is  come."— Isa.  Lx :  I, 

1  Lift  up,  lift  uj)  thy  voice  with  singing, 

Dear  land,  with  strength  lift  up  thy  voice! 
The  kingdoms  of  the  earth  are  bringing 
Tlunr  treasures  to  thy  gates — rejoice ! 
(.iiouL?). — Arise  and  shine  iu  youth  immortal, 

Th}'  light  is  come,  thy  King  appears  ! 
Beyond  the  century's  swinging  portal, 

Breaks  a  new  dawn — the  thousand  years ! 

2  And  shall  His  flock  with  strife  be  riven  ? 

Shall  envious  liiu^s  His  church  divide, 
When  He,  the  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. 
Stands  at  the  door  to  claim  His  bride  ? 

3  Lift  up  the  gates!  bring  forth  oblations! 

Om;  crowned  with  crowns  a  message  brings, 
His  word,  a  sword  to  smite  the  nations  ; 
His  name — the  Christ,  the  King  of  kings. 

4  He  comes !  let  all  tin;  earth  .adore  Him  ; 

The  path  His'hiiinan  iiatiin'  tifxl 
Spreads  to  a  royal  realm  before  Ilini. 
The  Light  of  Life,  the  Word  of  God ! 

MARY  A.  LATHBTTRT. 
Sot  to  niiiHic  by  P.  1'.  Bliiw 
OnuiKi'.  N    J.,  1876. 
Vicil  l.y  iHT-  John  Cliureli  .t  Co 


(Tune — *' Sow  Jinn  a  ftjundation."i 

1  Come,  saints,  let  us  join  in  the  praise  of  the  Lamb, 

The  theme  most  sublime  of  the  angels  above  ; 

They  dwell  with  delight  on  the  sound  of  His  name, 

And  gaze  on  His  glories  with  wonder  and  love. 

2  They  worship  the  Lamb  who  for  sinners  was  slain ; 

But  their  loftiest  songs  never  equal  His  love ; 
The  claims  of  His  mercy  will  ever  remain, 
Transcending  the  anthems  iu  glory  above. 

3  Yet  even  our  service  He  will  not  despise, 

When  we  join  in  His  worshij)  and  tell  of  His  ways, 
Then  let  us  unite  in  the  song  of  the  skies, 

Aud  trusting  His  mercy  sing  Woithy  the  Lamb. 

MARIE  DE  FLEURY. 


MISSIONARY   HYMN. 

1  To  the  realms  of  midnight  darkness, 

Where  our  brothers  dwell, 
TMio  will  go  to  tell  the  story 

Of  Emmanuel  ? 
Who,  with  tender  words  and  loving. 

Will  stretch  forth  the  hand. 
And  along  life's  journey  lead  them 

Toward  the  better  land  ? 

2  Wlio  will  plough  the  stony  furrow, 

Scattering  precious  seed  ? 
Who  will  bear  the  heavenly  manna. 

Starving  souls  to  feed  ? 
Who  will  bid  the  arid  desert 

Bloom  with  Sharon's  rose? 
Who  will  i)lant  the  snowy  lily 

Where  the  Upas  grows  ? 

3  Hark!  the  cry  from  Macedonia 

Sounds  upon  the  air  ! 
"  Come  and  help  us.  Christian  brothers, 

Listen  to  our  prayer. 
Lo !  the  harvest  in  our  valleys 

Waits  the  Gospel's  light ; 
Come,  and  by  your  God-like  teachings 

Hasten  error's  plight !  " 

4  Heed  the  call,  O  Christian  people ! 

Be  it  not  in  vain 
That  our  glorious  Lord  and  Master 

I'\)r  these  souls  was  slain  ; 
Plant  the  Cross  aud  tell  His  story 

On  ea<h  distant  strand, 
Till  His  banner  wave  victorious 

Over  every  land. 

Bl'BIE  V.   ALDRlrB. 
Bustou,  1883. 


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UNPROFITABLE    SERVANTS. 

HuIUblu  for  Praiae  Muutliiiia. 
(Tune-"  Jfiir(j/«  "  or  "Hifujr.") 

1  V'aiii  wo  miiulHT  ovt'i-y  duty, 

Nuiiil)or  all  our  [jraycrs  aud  tours, 
Still  tlio  Spirit  lackith  beauty, 
Still  it  droops  with  many  fears. 

2  Soul  of  Lovo,  O  boundless  Giver, 

Who  didst  all  Thyself  impart. 
And  'I'hy  blood  a  tlowin:,'  river. 
Told  how  largo  the  loving  heart, 

3  Now  we  see  how  poor  the  offering 

Wo  have  on  Thine  altar  east, 
And  wo  bless  Theo  for  the  suffering 
Which  has  taught  us  lovo  at  last. 

4  Wo  may  fot;l  an  inward  gladness 

For  the  truth  ami  goodness  won, 
But  far  deeper  is  the  sailness 
For  the  good  wo  leave  undone. 

ELIZAItETII   OAKIN  Nxrrn. 
I-uit^iiKl.  Miiiui'.  1S43. 


CHURCH    RALLYING    SONG. 


Awake!  awake 


tlie  Master  now  is  calling  us; 
Arise!  arise!  and  trusting  in  His  word. 
Go  forth  !  go  forth  I   proclaim  the  year  of  .Jubilee, 
And  take  the  Cross,  the  blessed  Cross  of  Christ 
our  Lonl. 

2  A  cry  for  light  from  <lying  ones  in  lieathen  lands, 

it  comes,  it  comes  across  the  ocean's  foam  ; 
Then  haste,  Oh  !  haste,  to  spread  tlie  words  of  truth 

abroad, 
Forgetting  not  the  starving  poor  at  home,  dear  home. 

3  O  church  of  God.  exten<l  thy  kind  maternal  arms, 

To  save  the  lost  on  mountains  dark  and  cold  ; 
Reach  out  thy  hand  with  loving  smile  to  ii'scue  them. 
And  bring  them  to  the  shelter  of  the  Saviour's  fold. 

4  Look  up  I  look  up  !  the  promised  day  is  drawing  near, 

When  all  shall  hail,  shall  hail  the  Saviour  King; 
When  Peace  and  Joy  shall  fold  their  wings  iu  every 

clime. 
And  glory,  hallelujah !  o'er  earth  shall  sing. 

FANMV  CROHBT. 
Vwei  by  per.  J.  J.  Houd 

SHOUT  ALOUD!  ALL  YE  LANDS. 

"  ShniiU'il  with  a  great  ahiiiit  ao  that  Ihu  earth  rang  again."— I  Sam  it  :  S. 

1    Across  the  l)lue  waters  the  message  of  grace 
O'er  kingdom  and  empire  is  flying  apace  ; 
The  day-beam  is  breaking,  m.ijestit;  and  bright. 
And  millions  are  turning  from  darkness  to  light. 
Ciioifus. — Shout  aloud!  all  ye  lauds,  and  \>c  glad  while 
ye  sing  ; 
Shout  aloud !  all  ye  lands,  for  Uie  Saviour  ia 
Kinjr! 


And  the  sound  that  went  forth  on  the  night 

of  His  birth, 
Shall  be  heard  to  the  uttermost  bounds  of  thu 

earth. 

2  All  creatures  adoring  shall  bow  at  His  wonl. 

All  tongues  shall  confess  lliin  their  Saviour  and  I..onI ; 
His  truth  and  His  glory  exteiuled  shall  In-, 
Ami  cover  the  eaith  as  the  waters  the  sea. 

3  How  gently  and  kindly  there  <omes  from  alnno 
His  sceptre  of  mercy.  His  standard  of  love  I 

He  ruleth  in  wisdom,  the  Monarcli  of  |H'ace, 
His  reign  shall  be  glorious  and  never  shall  cease. 

4  The  day  is  approaching,  the  time  draweth  nigh. 
When  nation  to  nation  "  Hosanna  I  "  shall  cry; 
The  idols  they  worship  in  <lust  shall  be  lai<l. 
And  Jt,'sus  be  honored,  exaltc-d,  obeyed. 

r.  J.  riiiMiBr. 
Frimi  ••  Hrli!liU-«t  uixl  Bi-«t." 
Ret  t<i  tiiuiilc  liy  Ui-t.  Rolx-rt  IjnwTJ. 
CnpyHght  IST.I.  by  Biglow  k  Main.      Uied  by  per. 

CHURCH    OF   GOD.   AWAKE! 

(Tune — "  Tht  morning  liuhl  It  l/rraking.") 

1  Church  of  God,  whose  coinjuering  banners 

F'loat  along  the  glorious  years. 
Gathering  harvest  rich  and  golden. 

Sowed  in  j)overty  and  tears ; 
Onward  press,  the  Cross  is  Ixiiding  / 

Far  toward  the  morning  skies, 
Sp<edy  dawn  of  light  |)orten<liiig: 

Church  of  (lod,  awake!  arise! 

2  In  your  costly  temples  jiraying. 

"  I>et  Thy  kingdom  coiiu-."  we  l)ray, 
Are  but  wf)rds  of  idle  meaning, 

n  with  these  we  turn  away. 
Boundless  wealth  to  you  is  given. 

From  His  hand  who  owns  it  all. 
And  His  eye  beholds  in  heaven 

What  ye  render  back  for  all. 

3  Grace  and  glory  He  hath  sent  you. 

Cast  your  line  in  places  fair, 
ScattiT  blessings  tioir.  He  bids  you. 

O'er  His  green  earth  everywhere; 
Till  the  millions  in  the  twilight 

Of  the  far-off  Orient  lan<l. 
In  the  gracious  morning  splendor 

Of  the  Gosi>el  light  shall  stand. 

4  Shake  the  earth,  and  rend  the  heaven. 

Wake  Tliy  sleeping  «'hildreii,  Lonl, 
Till  the  mciisure  full  and  even 

Has  Im-cii  rendered  at  Tliy  wonl. 
Then  from  out  her  chrism  of  sorrow, 

S'lall  tlie  earth  n-deeinetl  ari.se; 
And  the  fair  millennial  morrow 

Dawn  willi  opal-tiute<^I  skies. 

KMILT  J    Bf  '   '  '  ' 

Set  to  mmic  tiy  T.  C.  O'Kaix-.  in  "  K*rnr  ti»i    .- 1 
Pub  by  Moan,  nboreli  *  C& 


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WOMAIV  IN  .-i ACRED  SONG 


ONE    IN    CHRIST. 
7b. 

"  Yu  arc  oil  one  iu  L'hrUt,"  -  Gal.  iii :  2i. 
(Tuut. — "  Uurlvti,"  or  "^ulumii.") 

1  Here  in  Cliristian  love  we  meet, 

One  in  Christ,  one  in  Christ ; 
Precious  l)oiul  of  union  sweet, 

One  in  Christ,  one  in  Clirist ; 
Here  hefore  His  tiirone  we  bend, 
Heart  and  mind  and  spirit  hUnd, 
Wiiile  our  prayers  of  I'aitii  ascend  ; 

One  iu  Christ,  one  in  Christ. 

2  Filled  with  rapture,  lost  in  praise. 

One  in  Christ,  one  in  Christ ; 
Wliik;  our  grateful  song  we  raise,  • 

One  in  Christ,  one  in  Christ ; 
Blessed  name  !  our  Saviour  dear ; 
Oh !  to  feel  Him  now  so  near, 
Making  of  His  children  lure, 

One  in  Christ,  one  iu  Christ. 

3  May  we  still  iu  love  abide. 

One  iu  Christ,  one  in  Christ ; 
Walking  ever  by  His  side. 

One  in  Christ,  one  in  Christ; 
Wiien  our  trials  all  are  o'er, 
May  we  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 
There  to  dwell  forevermore. 

One  iu  Christ,  one  iu  Christ. 

MRS.  VAN  ALSTTNK. 
Copyright,  1£7I,  and  used  by  per.  Biglow  &  Main. 


Rent  the  temple  curtain's  centre  ; 
Come,  ye  nations,  freely  enter 
'I'hroiigh  the  vail  the  holy  place! 
Fi'cely  stand  before  His  face, 
Here  your  grateful  tributes  bringing: 
Come,  thou  Bride,  for  ever  singing. 
Hallelujah !  hallelujah ! 

FBAKCES  ELIZABETn  COX,  tr. 


JESUS    FIRST. 
"Who  is  over  all,  God  blessed  forever."— Eom.  iz :  5. 

1  Above  tlie  songs  of  heaven 

One  raptured  strain  must  burst, 
For  souls  redeemed,  forgiven. 

Must  sing  of  Jesus  first. 
Beside  life's  crystal  river. 

Lips  that  were  long  athirst. 
But  now  with  gladness  quiver. 

Are  sinking  "Jesus  first." 

2  His  hand  once  pierced  is  holding 

The  sceptre  of  all  might, 
The  universe  unfolding 

Plis  smile  of  love  and  light. 
First-born  of  Heaven,  we  name  Thee, 

Who  broke  death's  tyrant  thrall ; 
Our  heart's  first  choice  shall  claim  Thee, 

Our  God,  high  over  all. 

PRISCILLA  J.   OWENS. 

Set  to  music  by  E.  S.  Loreiiz,  in  "  Holy  Voices." 


WAKE  I 

p.  M. 

I  Pet.  i :  10.  IL 

W.ike  !   the  welcome  day  appeareth. 
Every  heart  with  joy  it  cheereth  ! 
Wake  !  the  Lord's  great  year  behold  ; 
That  which  holy  men  of  old, 
Those  who  throng  the  sacred  pages. 
Waited  for  through  countless  ages  : 
Hallelujah !   hallelujah ! 

Patriarchs  erst  and  priests  aspiring, 
Kings  and  prophets  long  desiring. 
Saw  not  this  before  they  died : 
Lo!  the  light  to  them  denied, 
See  its  beams  to  earth  directed  I 
Welcome,  O  Thou  long-expected  ! 
Hallelujah  !   hallelujah  ! 

In  our  stead  Himself  He  offers. 
On  the  accursed  tree  He  suffers, 
That  His  death's  sweet  savor  may 
Take  our  curse  for  aye  away  ; 
Cross  and  curse  for  us  enduring, 
Hope  and  heaven  to  us  securing : 
Hallelujah!  hallelujah! 


TELL   OF  JESUS 

(Old  Tune — "Pass  me  not,  0  genlU  Saviour.") 

1  When  of  old,  the  Lord's  disciples 

Taught  in  Jesus'  name, 
Peter,  bidden  by  the  Spirit, 
To  tiie  Gentiles  came. 
Refrain. — Tell  of  Jesus! 

Tell  to  all  the  earth. 
Of  the  tender,  loving  Saviour, 
And  His  priceless  worth. 

2  Speeding  on  His  holy  mission, 

Welcome,  true,  received ; 
When  He  sj)ake  the  wondrous  message, 
Many  hearts  believed. 

3  With  a  faith  that  questions  never, 

Barren  though  tlie  field. 
We  must  work,  and  trust  the  Master 
For  unstinted  yi(dd. 

4  Info  all  the  world  He  sends  us, 

With  His  precious  seed; 
He  will  give  ns  power  to  use  it. 
Starving  souls  to  feed. 

RLLEN   OUTBK. 
By  iwr. 


FOREION  MISSIONS.    ANNUAL  MEETINCS. 


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OUR   GOSPEL. 

L.  M. 

1  Ii<j(}ico,  rejoice,  witli  heart  and  powers  ; 
'V\n-  j^ospel  of  our  Lord  is  ours. 

Not  yours,  wliile  I  reuiaiii  in  douht, 
Not  mine,  still  leuvinj^  you  without, 

2  r»iit  ours  ;  and  there  is  waitini;  still, 
(Jood  news  tor  whosoever  will 
Itepent,  call  humbly  on  the  Lord, 
Accept  His  yrace  and  trust  His  word. 

3  But  heathen  souls,  in  dark  distress. 
Grope  for  the  light  that  we  possess ; 
How  eau  they  call  in  word  or  ihounht. 
On  Him  of  whom  they  are  not  taught? 

4  How  learn  they,  saving  teacher  teaeh  ? 
How  hear,  (jxei'pting  [jreachir  |)reaeh  ? 
And  who  shall  preach  ere  He  be  sent? 
Who  warn  the  nations  to  repent? 

5  Who  under  God  can  send  like  wo 
To  whom  the  gracious  gilt  is  fres? 
A  gift  we  may  not  conipnhend. 
Cannot,  till  time  with  us  siiall  end. 

G  Til  is  much  wo  feel,  that  every  man 
Doth  need  to  know  tiie  gospel  plan, 
Ere  steadfast  hope  and  godly  fear 
Can  tit  for  Christian  service  lure, 

7  Or  saving  faith  and  grateful  lovo 
Prepare  for  endless  rest  above. 
Hence,  duty  calls  us  to  explain 

Why  Christ,  tiie  Lamb  of  (Jod,  was  slain, 

8  And  l)ids  us  labor,  watch  and  pray, 
Trusting  our  precious  gospel  may 
Soon  earth  o'erspread,  nor  be  <lenied 
To  souls  for  whom  the  Saviour  died. 

LI'CV   B.  ORBOO. 

THE    NAME    OF   JESUS. 

8s  aiitl  7*,  with  Cbnruii. 

1  Take  the  name  of  Jesus  with  yon. 

Child  of  sorrow  and  of  woe  : 
It  will  joy  and  comfort  give  you  ; 
Take  it,  tlnMi,  where'er  you  go. 
Cuouis. —  Precious  name,  O  how  sweet! 

Hope  of  earth  and  joy  of  heaven  : 
Precious  name,  O  how  sweet  I 
Hope  of  earth  and  joy  of  heaven. 

2  Take  the  name  of  Jesus  ever, 

As  a  shi»ld  from  every  snare; 
If  temptations  round  yoti  gather, 
IJrcatht!  that  holy  name  in  prayer. 

3  Oh  I   the  precious  name  of  Jesus, 

How  it  tlnills  our  souls  with  joy, 
When  His  loving  arms  receive  us. 
And  His  songs  our  tongues  «'mploy  ! 

4  At  the  name  of  Jesus  lK>wing. 

Falling  |)rosfrate  at  His  feet. 
King  of  kings,  in  heaven  we'll  crown  Him, 
When  our  journey  is  complete. 

MKd.   LYIIIA    BAXTKm. 
Copyrtdhl,  1S7I.  by  HikIow  k  Main.  Miil  ujcj  !.»  inrr. 


CHRISTIAN    UNION 


{'tvua—"FromUrenUaiurt  iey  muitmtaiiu.") 

1  And  is  the  time  approacliiiig, 

\\\  ])ri)phcis  long  foretold. 
When  all  shall  dwtll  logellicr. 

One  she|)herd  ami  one  fultl  ? 
Shall  every  idol  |)erish. 

To  moles  and  ImiIs  be  tlirown, 
And  every  prayer  be  offered 

To  ( Jod  in  Christ  alone  ? 

2  Shall  .F«'vv  and  (ientile,  meeting 

From  many  a  distjtiit  shore, 
Arounil  one  altar  kni-iling, 

One  common  Loiil  adore? 
Shall  all  that  now  diviihs  us 

Remove  and  pass  awav. 
Like  shadows  of  the  morning 

Before  the  blaze  of  day  ? 

3  Shall  all  that  now  uniUj.s  us 

More  sweet  and  lasting  prove, 
A  closer  bond  of  union, 

In  a  blest  land  of  love  ? 
Shall  war  be  learn«d  no  longer, 

Shall  strife  ami  tumult  cease, 
All  earth  His  ble>se<l  kingdom. 

The  Lord  and  Prince  of  Peace  ? 

4  O  long-c.\ixTted  dawning, 

Come  with  thy  che<ring  n»v  ! 
When  shall  the  morning  brighten, 

The  shadows  (Ire  awav  ? 
O  sweet  anticipation! 

It  cheers  the  watchers  on. 
To  pray  and  hope  and  lalwr, 

'i'ill  the  dark  night  be  gone. 


JANR   BOKTIIWICK. 


WHAT    WORSHIPPERS   ARE    THESE? 

Judcci  II :  U  -  IS. 

1  What  worshippers  arc  these 

Before  the  (^ueen  of  He:ivon  ? 
Their  reverence  shown  to  Ashtarotb, 
Their  praise  to  Ba;ilini  given  ? 

2  Tlios«>  late  from  l>ondage  led. 

Whose  gratitude  liad  jKiuri'd 
In  burning  praise  from  glowing  hearts 
Unto  the  living  God  ! 

3  Thou  ever-faithftd  Lord, 

Our  weakness,  pitying,  soc  : 

Cast  every  tempting  idol  down 

And  fix  our  liiMtrts  on  Tb«>c. 

jrU4    r    MLUIBD. 


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WOMyli;   IN  .SM 

WOMAN'S    WORK. 

1  Lot  lior  not  lift  a  feeble  voice  nnd  cry, 

"  What  is  my  work  r"  and  fret  at  bars  and  bands, 
"Wliilf  all  about  Iier  life's  j)Iaiii  duties  lie, 
Wailiiii,'  undone  beneath  her  idle  hands. 

2  The  noblest  life  oft  hath,  for  war])  and  woof. 

Small  steadyrunniufj  threads  of  daily  care; 
Where  {)atient  love  beneath  some  lowly  roof 
Its  poem  sweet  is  weaving  unaware. 

3  And  soft  and  rich  and  rare  the  web  shall  be, 

O  wife  and  mother,  tender,  brave  and  true ; 
Rejoice,  be  <j;lad !  and  bend  a  thankful  1  nee 
To  (jod,  who  giveth  thee  thy  work  to  do. 


ALLKRTON. 


IS   CHINA  OUR    NEIGHBOR? 

"And  Jesiu  said.  Which  was  ueighboi  uuto  Him  that  fell  among  the  thieiros? 
Aud  He  said,  Uc  that  showed  mercy  on  Him.  Thi>n  said  JesuBunto  Hiiu,Goaud 
du  Ibou  likewise."— St  Luke. 

( Tune—"  Webb.") 

1  Can  China  be  our  neighbor, 

And  yet  receive  no  care  ? 
Shall  Christians  cease  their  labor, 

And  leave  her  to  despair  ? 
Her  children,  sunk  in  sorrow. 

Are  sick  with  many  ills, 
To-tlay  is  sad  —tomorrow 

A  deeper  shadow  fills. 

2  And  bowed  in  tribulation, 

No  light  athwart  the  gloom, 
That  old  and  haughty  nation 

Seems  hastening  to  her  doom ; 
The  cup  of  woe  is  tasted, — 

And  must  she,  'neath  war's  frown, 
Like  Babylon  be  wasted? 

Like  Egypt  trodden  down  ? 

3  Oh  I  when  those  nations  perished, 

No  .Saviour's  name  was  known, 
No  brother's  love  was  cherished — ■ 

No  Christian  kindness  shown  ; 
Now  where's  the  heart  .so  frozen 

lint  feels  the  Gospel  ray? 
And  we,  as  Freedom's  chosen, 

Should  lead  in  mercy's  way. 

4  As  gentle  dews,  distilling, 

Caused  withered  plants  to  live, 
So  love,  her  work  fullilling. 

Her  alms  and  prayers  must  give  ; 
Till  China's  millions,  breaking 

From  sin's  dark  bonds,  arise, 
Like  death  to  life  awaking. 

When  Christ  descends  the  skies ! 

5  As  early  flowers,  npspringing, 

Protdaim  tlu^  opening  year, 
So  love  and  hope  are  bringing 

Tlu!  day  of  |)romise  near. 
Each  tear  by  pity  given. 

Each  mite  in  faith  bestowed 
Miikes  earth  more  like  to  heaven, 

Where  all  is  done  for  God. 


HAIIAII 

U<ini  iu  1795. 


I     11  ALE. 
Died  ill  1879. 


CUED  SONO. 

CHRISTMAS    HALLELUJAH. 
"Good  tidings  of  great  Joy."  Luke  ii :  10. 

1  lilow,  ye  golden  trumpets,  blow. 
Let  the  sleeping  nations  know, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  born. 
Yonder  see  the  Bethlehem  star. 
Guiding  mortals  from  afar; 
Peace  shall  reign  forevermore, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  born. 
Chorus. —  Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord  ! 

'  Tis  the  bles.sed  Christmas  morn ; 

Hallelujah !  Hallelujah  ! 

Christ  the  Lord  is  born  ! 

2  Ring,  Oh !  ring,  ye  silvery  bells, 
Far  and  near  your  cadence  swells, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  born. 
Ring,  and  banish  doubt  and  fear. 
Ring,  till  all  with  joy  shall  hear, 
Sin  is  vanquished,  victory's  near, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  born. 

3  Sing,  Oh  I  sing,  ye  peojile  free. 
Shout,  for  'tis  your  jubilee, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  born. 
Sing,  while  reign  the  three  in  one, 
Rivers  of  salvation  run, 
Now  the  mighty  work  is  done, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  born. 

MRS.    M.   A.    KIDDER. 

Copyright,  1870.  Set  to  music  by  T.  E.  Perkins. 
From  "  Songs  of  Salvation,"  pub.  by  Biglow  &  Main. 

BY    AND    BY. 

(Tuno— "Gospel  Hymns."    No.  I,  Page  9.) 

1  There  will  be  no  sin  nor  pain, 

By  and  by  ; 
All  that's  dark  will  be  made  plain. 

By  and  by  ; 
For  the  Lord  w  ill  come  again. 
Oh  I  how  glorious  His  reign  ! 
Like  the  sunshine  after  rain, 

By  and  by. 

2  "We  shall  see  Him  eye  to  eye, 

By  and  by, 
W^e  shall  meet  Him  in  the  sky. 

By  and  by ; 
We  shall  hear  His  tender  tone. 
We  shall  be  no  more  alone ; 
He  is  coming  to  His  own, 

By  and  by. 

3  When  Life's  lessons  we  shall  learn. 

By  and  by, 
Jesus'  voice  we  shall  discern, 

By  and  by. 
Let  us  lift  our  heads  on  high, 
Our  redemjjtion  draweth  nigh; 
He  will  banish  every  sigh, 

By  and  by. 

ANNA    IIOLYOKF.   HOWARD. 

lirooklyn.  1883. 


FOREIUN  MISSIONS.     ANNUAL  MKETINOS. 
STRETCH    FORTH    THY    HAND.  SING    WITH    GLEE. 


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1  ()  f:iitliK's.s  soul,  with  liaiul  .so  weak, 
W'liy  turn  Irom  duty  tliou  sliould'st  seek? 
licuicuihiT  liiiu  to  whom  Cliri.^t  .suiil, 
"Stittch  out  thy  hand,"  lliougli  suuming  dcail. 

2  O  joy  I  tlu!  witherod  hand  restored 
I.S  readn.'d  obedient  to  tlie  Lord, 

And  strength  receives  to  bear  tlio  load 
Along  the  happy  homeward  road. 

3  Rouse,  faith !  lift  up  tliy  faintinji  oye8, 
And  view  witii  joy  tiie  sniilinif  skies; 
And  look  for  pi-omised  i^nice  and  strength 
Which  Gotl  will  give  to  thee,  at  length. 

IMILV  p.    WILUAMH. 


WHEN    JESUS    CAME    TO    EARTH    OF   OLD 

1  When  Jesus  came  to  eartli  of  old. 

He  came  in  weakness  and  in  woe; 
He  wore  no  form  of  angel  moultl. 
But  took  our  nature,  poor  and  low. 

2  But  when  He  cometh  back  once  more. 

There  shall  be  set  the  great  white  throne, 
And  earth  and  heaven  shall  tlee  before 
The  face  of  Him  that  sits  thereou. 

3  O  Son  of  God !  in  glory  crowned. 

The  Judge  ordained  of  ipiick  and  dead ! 
O  Son  of  man  I  so  pitying  found. 
For  all  the  tears  Thy  ptople  shed  I 

4  Be  with  us  iu  this  darkened  place, — 

This  weary,  restles.s,  dangerous  nijjht ; 
Anil  teach.  Oil  I   teach  us,  i)y  Thy  grace, 
To  struggle  onward  into  liglit ! 

5  And  since  in  God's  recording  book 

Our  sins  are  written,  every  one, — 
The  crime,  the  wrath,  the  wandering  look, 
The  good  we  knew  and  left  undone, 

6  Lord,  ere  the  last  dread  trump  be  hoard. 

And  ere  before  Thy  face  we  stand, 
Look  Thou  on  each  accusing  word, 
Aud  blot  it  with  Thy  bleeding  hand. 

7  And  by  the  love  that  brought  Thee  here. 

And  by  the  Cross,  and  liy  the  grave, 
Give  [K'rfeet  lov(>  for  con.scious  fear. 
And  in  the  day  of  judgment,  save. 

8  And  lead  us  on  while  hero  we  strav. 

.Vnd  make  us  love  our  heavonlv  homo. 
Till  from  our  iiearts  wo  love  to  viv. 
'•  Even  so,  Lord  Jesus,  (juickJy  come." 

CSCIL  rHAiTtX*  ALUAMDXm. 


lTuuo-".Suh((  li^  uiui  lit."] 

1  Let  tile  fragments  and  ends  of  the  earth 

Join  wiiii  us  in  "  New  Songs"  of  Cliri.>l'»  birth ; 
Lit  the  clilfs  and  the  isles  and  the  main, 
ijhoul  aloud  o'er  wide  seas  the  refrain. 
Sing  with  glee,  sing  with  glee. 
For  His  heralds  He  a^iks  us  to  be. 

2  As  wc  clind)  toward  yon  heavonlv  hill. 
Let  us  work  witli  the  heartiest  will ; 
(Jathering  up  all  tin-  fragments  so  clean, 
That  'mid  dust  on  the  highways  are  seen. 

They  are  bright,  they  are  bright. 

We  must  lift  them  from  darkness  to  light. 

3  Lot  our  love  for  the  lost  clasp  around 
Krory  land  where  poor  heathen  are  founil ; 
IMuek  the  land)  fnmi  the  wolf,  ami  ne'er  tire 
Lifting  wounded  humanity  higher. 

Dark,  but  dear;  dark,  but  dear; 

And  our  neighbors  they  are,  even  hero. 

4  Lot  the  wide  world's  poor  daughter  and  son 
Take  Life's  i)road  with  JJfrs  waters  that  nin, 
A  free  gift  for  each  fami.-hing  child 

That  faints  on  the  desert's  drear  wild. 
Bid  them  taste,  bid  them  taste, 
Hasten  <puckly,  O  Christian,  make  haste. 

5  F^rom  tlu-  Orient  and  Occident  far. 

Bid  thini  gaze  on  our  "  Bright  Morning  Star;" 
Say  His  feiLst  and  His  mansions  are  fair. 
While  ye  point  them  the  path  lea<ling  there. 
Narrow  path,  narrow  way. 
Out  of  depths  to  the  clearness  of  day. 

CAKHiR  u  roar. 
8priu«flel<l.  111. 


ENCOURAGEMENT   TO   WORKERS. 

(Tune— •■florlon."  or  ■'  PUj/tf'  H»««,"l 

1  Sleep  not,  soldier  of  the  Cross  I 

Foes  are  lurking  all  around; 
Look  not  hero  to  find  re|Mise : 
This  is  but  thy  Imtth'-ground. 

2  1,'pl  and  take  thy  shield  an<l  sword; 

Up  I  it  is  the  call  of  Heaven  ; 
Shrink  not  faithless  from  the  Lonl ; 
Nobly  strive,  as  strength  is  given. 

3  Break  through  all  the  force  of  ill ; 

Pray  tin-  mii,'ht  of  passion  down, 
Stnigglin*;  onwanl.  onwani  still. 
To  thy  con<|'ring  Saviour's  crown, 

4  Thrnuirh  the  midst  of  toil  and  pain. 

Let  this  thou;.dit  ne'er  leave  thy  breast; 
Ev«'ry  triumpli  thou  dost  gjiin 

Makes  more  sweet  thy  coming  n«st. 

MM.    K   r.  OASKIU. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


EVERY   HOUR. 


78  &  'Js,  with  licfraiu. 


1  Saviour,  inoro  tliaii  life  to  ino, 

I  am  cliui^ing,  cliiiginy  close  to  Thee ; 
Ever  be  :i  present  I'rieud, 
Leave  uie  never,  never  to  the  end. 
Rkfrain. — Every  day,  every  hour. 

Let  me  feel  Thy  cleansing  power  ; 

May  Thy  tender  love  to  me 

Bind  me  closer,  closer.  Lord,  to  Thee. 

2  Through  this  changing  world  below 
Lead  me  gently,  gently  as  1  go ; 
Trusting  Thee,  I  cannot  stray, 

I  can  never,  never  lose  my  way. 

3  Let  me  love  Thee  more  and  more. 
Till  this  Heeting,  fleeting  life  is  o'er  ; 
Till  my  soul  is  lost  in  love. 

In  a  brighter,  brighter  world  above. 

p.  C.   VAN  ALSTVNE. 
Copyright,  1875,  in  "  Brightest  and  Ik-st,"  used  by  per.  Biglow  &  Main. 


THE   CALL. 

(Tune— "ifuic/inii  u  foundation."} 

1  In  the  depths  of  the  night  then  the  clear  message 

came. 
Filling  the  solitudes,  ever  the  same  ; 
In  the  hush  of  tiie  darkness  the  strong  spirit  said : 
"Go,  tell  the  glad  message  to  souls  that  seem  dead. 

2  "Of  tlie  safe-leading  light  of  the  Bethlehem  star. 
Babe  that  was  born  in  the  manger  afar. 

Go,  i)roclaim  to  the  laborers  hea])ing  up  dross ; 
Point  them  away  to  the  gleam  of  the  Cross. 

3  "  Where  the  hearts  that  have  yielded  their  treasures 

to  earth. 
Ache  in  their  emptiness,  pine  in  their  dearth, 
Do  thou  draw  near  the  deep  chill  of  the  gloom, 
Breathe  of  the  light  that  was  born  of  the  tomb. 

4  "Tell  to  the  simple,  to  low  and  to  high, 
'Jesus  of  Nazareth  now  ])asselh  by  ; ' 

Teach  them  the  whole  heaven  is  bending  above. 
Sing  the  glad  song  of  Salvation  through  Love." 

AURILLA    FITRBER,    1383, 


WE'RE   GOING    HOME. 

is  &  7s,  with  Chorus. 

1  We're  going  home. 
No  more  to  roam. 

No  more  to  sin  and  sorrow, 
No  more  to  wear 
The  brow  of  care  — 

We're  going  home  to-morrow. 
Chorus. — We're  going  home. 

We're  going  home  to-morrow. 
We're  going  home. 

We're  going  home  to-morrow. 

2  For  weary  feet 
There  waits  a  street 

Of  wondrous  j)ave  and  golden  ; 
For  hearts  that  .ache. 
The  angels  wake 

The  story  sweet  and  olden. 

3  For  those  who  sleep. 
And  those  who  weep, 

Above  the  ])ortals  narrow. 
The  mansions  rise 
Beyond  thc^  skies — 

We're  going  home  to-morrow. 

4  O  joyful  song  ! 

O  ransomed  throng. 

Where  sin  no  more  shall  sever  ! 
Our  King  to  sec, 
And  Oh'!  to  be 

With  Ilim  at  hoiue  forever. 

TACLIXA. 
Arr  and  net  to  ninsic  by  P.  P.  Rliiw. 
U«e<l  by  l>or.  of  tho  Jolin  <!bnrch  Co  ,  nwiiirs  of  the  copyriglit. 

(8.M'  |«1K..  407.) 


PRAYER    FOR    FOREIGN    MISSIONS. 

L.  M. 

1  Night  wraps  the  re.alm  where  Jesus  woke. 

No  guiding  star  the  magi  see  ; 
And  heavy  hangs  oppression's  yoke 

"\Miere  first  the  Gospel  said,  ''  Be  free !  " 

2  And  where  the  harps  of  angels  bore 

High  message  to  the  shei)herd-tlirong, 

"Good-will  and  peace"  are  heard  no  more 

To  murmur  Bethlehem's  vales  along. 

3  Swarth  India,  with  her  idol-train. 

Bends  low  by  Ganges'  worshipi)ed  tide, 
Or  drowns  the  suttee's  shriek  of  pain 
With  thundering  gong  and  pagan  pride. 

4  On  Persia's  hills  the  Sophi  grope  ; 

Dark  Burniah  greets  salvation's  ray; 
E'en  jealous  China's  door  of  hope 
Unbars,  to  give  the  Gospel  way. 

5  Old  Ocean,  with  his  isles,  awakes, 

Cold  Greenland  feels  unwonted  flame  ; 
And  humble  Afric  wondering  takes 
On  her  sad  lijjs  a  Saviour's  name. 

6  Their  steps  the  forest-children  stay. 

Bound  to  oblivion's  voiceless  shore  ; 
And  lift  their  red  brows  to  the  day. 

Which  from  the  opening  skies  doth  pour. 

7  Then  aid  with  jirayer  that  holy  light 

AVhich  from  eternal  death  can  save; 
And  bid  ("iirist's  heralds  speed  their  flight. 
Ere  millions  find  a  hopeless  grave. 

MR.S.    LVDIA    n.   SKlOl'RNEY. 


FOREIGN  MISSIONS.    ANNUAL  MEETINGS. 


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THE   GOSPEL   TRUMPET. 


"  Lift  up  thy  vuiuu  liku  a  truiuiH.-t."    In.  Will :  I. 

1  Sound  the  Gospel  Trumpot,  sound  it  Idiul  ami  lon^j; 
Come  befon;  tlit;  Kiiii,Mif  kings,  with  a  joyful  soii;^; 
So    the    glorious    morning    star  shines  with  radiant 

s|)lfndor  bright, 
Bids  the  nations  from  afar  hail  its  welcome  light. 
liiCKRAiN. — Great  is  He,  the  mighty  Lord,   countless 
ages  are  His  own  ; 
Sing  the  triumphs  of  His  word,  He  is  (Jod 
alone. 

2  Sound    the  gospel   trumpet  forth;  lift  our  standard 

high  ; 
Let  the  story  of  the  Cross  like  an  arrow  (iy. 
Blessed  story,  wondrous  love  !   we  are  ransomed  from 

the  fall ; 
He  who  left  His  throne  above,  gave  His  life  for  all. 

3  Sound  the  gospel  trum[)et  forth,  shout  salvation  free. 
Till  the  truth  o'erspread  the  earth  like  a  mighty  s<a  ; 
All  shall  bow  at  .Jesus'   name,  every    tongue    His 

power  confess. 
Him  their  sovereign  Lord  proclaim.  Him  their  right- 
eousness. 

FANNY  J.   CROSBY. 

Copyrlgbe,  1875.  bjr  Biglow  &  Main,  aud  tued  by  pur. 


A    MISSIONARY    HYMN, 
a  u. 

"Qo  yo  Into  all  tho  world,  an<l  preach  the  Qoepcl  to  crery  creatoie.*— 

Mark  xtI  :  15. 

( Tuue— "Boyiiloi*,") 

1  Jesus,  Thy  "  lust  commund" 

We  dare  not  disobey  ; 
To  preach  Thy  word  in  every  land 
Is  our  glad  task  to-day. 

2  Does  not  "our  brother's  bloml" 

"Cry"  to  Thee  "  from  the  ground," 
And  o'er  the  earth  a  mighty  tlood 
Of  sin  and  death  abound  ? 

3  O'er  all  earth's  broad  domain. 

On  every  heathen  shore. 
We  .see  Thy  linger  pointing  plain. 
To  each  wide  open  door. 

4  F'roni  India's  peopI(»d  plains. 

From  Afrie's  teeming  shores. 
From  China's  millions,  corae  the  strains 
Of  deejH'st,  saihlest  woes. 

f)  And  from  Thy  ancient  lan<I, 
From  .lews  and  (ii'utiles  all. 
Crushed  'neath  the  Moslem's  iron  hand. 
We  hear  the  same  .s.id  call. 


G  Baptixo  with  holy  fire, 

K.ich  heart  before  Thee  now ; 
Kindle  fresh  zeal  and  new  desire; 
With  life  our  .souls  endow. 


MtlllA    A     wia 
lu'Tba  Wurd.  Ihu  Wurk.  aud  ar  W  ucVL' 


SHEAVES   FOR  CHRIST 

1  Not  for  my  SI  If,  my  (Jod,  I  ask  the  sheaves. 

Though  1  have  toiled  bmcath  the  burning  sun, 
For  he  who  a.sks  for  self,  the  .Spirit  grieves, 
Losing  the  goal  for  which  the  race  is  run. 

2  But  for  the  harvest's  Lord  I  make  my  plaint. 

He  who  for  man  His  precious  blood-<lrop  she<l, 
He  who  w.is  planted,  that  in  i^wry  .saint 

There  might  be  likeness  to  the  living  Head. 

3  May  He  soon  see  the  travail  of  His  soul, 

And  usher  in  the  gluri(»us  Harv.-st  Home, 
While  every  mountain,  every  gra.s.sy  knoll. 
In  sweet  acclaim  re-echo, '".Jesus,  come!" 

M.  R.  j; 


PRAISE   GOD 

(Tunc— "tfoirylrm  a  foundation.") 

1  Praise  God  for  His  goo<lnc.ss, 

Praise  (iod  for  His  love! 
Praise  Go<l  for  the  blessings 

He  sends  from  alwvel 
Praise  God !  for  the  |)eople  that  gather  must  pniLse! 
A  song  of  rejoicing  God's  children  must  raise ! 

2  Prai.se  (Jod  with  glad  anthems, 

Praise  (iod  with  a  shout  I 
Pr.iise  ( Jod,  every  ran.somed  one 
He  hath  "sought  out!" 
Praise  G<m1:  day  and  night  we  will  mention  His 

name; 
Praise  God!  we  will  ever  salvation  proclaim. 

3  Praise  God  for  the  sifting. 

Praise  (Jod  for  the  lift! 
Praise  CJixI  for  not  letting  us 

Float  on  adrift ! 
Praise  Go<l  for  the  .sadness!  He  will  not  destroy  ; 
Praise  (J<jd  for  the  brightness  I   He  gi%eth  the  jov  ! 

4  Prais«'  Gwl  for  our  struggles, 

Pntise  G(m|  for  inir  |K-aceI 
Praise  (Jod,  He  hath  promise<l 
That  warfare  shall  ce.nsel 
rplift  now  His  stand.-ird.  prepare  now  Hi«  ways  : 
Till  walls  sjH'ak  salvation,  and  gates  utt«r  prai'iM'! 

CKTKUA   HATB*)!*!. 

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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


ANNIVERSARY  HYMN. 


Wordg  aud  Music  by  FRANCES  RIDLEY  HAVERGAL. 


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2  Jesus,  holy  Saviour, 

Ouly  Thou  canst  tell 
How  we  often  stumbled, 
'        How  we  often  fell. 
All  our  sins,  (so  many  !) 

Saviour,  Thou  dost  know  ; 
In  Thy  blood  most  precious 

Wash  us  white  as  snow. 
Jesus,  blessed  Saviour, 

Keep  us  in  Thy  fear, 
Let  thy  grace  and  favor 

Pardon  ail  llie  year. 

3  Jesus,  lovini:  Saviour, 

Only  Tiiou  dost  know 
All  that  may  befall  us, 

As  we  onward  go; 
So.  we  humbly  pray  Thee, 

Take  us  l>v  tlie  hand. 


Lead  us  ever  upward 
To  the  Better  Land. 

Jesus,  blessed  Saviour, 
Keep  us  ever  near. 

Let  Th}'  grace  and  favor 
Shield  us  all  the  year. 

4  Jesus,  precious  Saviour, 

Make  us  all  Thine  own. 
Make  us  Tiiine  forever, 

Make  us  Thine  alone. 
Let  eadi  day,  eacli  moment. 

Of  this  glad  new  year, 
Be  for  Jesus  only, 

Jesus,  Saviour  dear. 
Help  us  send  the  Gospel 

Far  o'er  land  and  sea. 
And  Tliy  grace  and  favor 

Crown  our  bright  new  year. 


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LITTLE  PILGRIM. 


MUd.  M    U.  I'AGK. 


MBa  C.  H   SCOTT. 


1.  I'm     a     lit -tie  pll  -  grim, Willi  my  staff  iu  hand,  Climbing  up  the  narrow  path, To  join  the  lioav'nly  band. 


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Chorus. 


Oh!  who  will  come  with  me'.' Joy-ous      is     the  way,      Oh!     who  will  come  with  me?  Come, come  to-day. 


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2  Many,  many  dangers, 

All  the  way,  I  sue. 
But  the  Saviour's  ever  near, 
And  lit-  my  jiuide  will  be. 

3  If  tl>e  way  grows  weary. 

In  His  arms  I'll  rest. 
For  "the  lambs,"  He  says,  "He'll  boar 
Upon  His  loving  breast." 

4  I'm  a  little  |)ilgrim, 

I've  not  far  to  roam; 
Iliav'nly  gates  will  open  wide, 
Uh !  soon  I  shall  Ik-  home. 

From  "tiougi  uf  Lore,"  by  pur.  Dr   II.  K.  Palmer. 


WORK    AND    PRAY^ 

Oo  re  >!«>  into  tbe  TineyBrd."— M^tt.  xz :  4. 
lT\iue— "  OntftnlU") 

1  We  have  eome  to  Jesus  praying, 

Lord,  rediem  us  from  all  sin; 
.Vnd  His  precious  voice  is  saying, 

••  Let  the  little  ones  come  in." 
Oh  I   there's  work  for  all  to  do. 

Will  you  pray  and  lalnir  t«)o? 

2  Breathe  a  prayer  for  every  natiim. 

Where  the  waves  of  darkm-ss  ndl 
Send  the  mess.ij;e  of  salvation. 

It  may  save  some  captive  s«»ul. 
Oh  I   there's  work  for  all  to  do. 

Will  you  pniy  and  lalnir  to«»? 


3  From  the  fold  of  Jesus,  blindly. 
Loving  hearts  are  Ie<l  astr.-iy  ; 

Tell  them,  t'ver  tell  them  kindly, 
Jesus  is  the  truth,  the  way. 

Oh  1   there's  work  for  all  to  do. 
Will  you  pray  and  labor  too? 

MHM     LYtllA   I'    IIAXTKM. 
Set  to  miulo  by  T.  E.  Perklm.  In  "8<)iiipi  <if  Hulratloo." 
Pub.  by  Muasn.  Ulnluw  &  Mkln. 

GOOD    NEWS    FROM    AFAR 

"  Aa  cold  waters  to  athlnty  mol,  lu  ii  good  uewi  froni  a  far  ouuntry."— 
ProT.  XXV :  3S. 

1  (Jood  news  o'er  the  prairies  is  speeding  its  way, 
Happy  voices  of  children  are  bjiiidini;  tonl.iy  ; 
They  sing  of  their  Saviour  ami  Siieplnrd  almvu, 
Who  gathers  the  young  in  the  arms  of  His  love. 

CnDKi  >. —  Oh  I   see  it  sweeping  before  us! 

'I'lie  banner  of  glory  is  sweiping  ahmg  ; 
Angels  witli  music  are  cheering  the  way, 
Harping,  har])ing,  liarping  to-<lay. 

2  Tlie  watchmen  of  Zion  are  spniiding  the  light. 
Blessed  light  of  salvati<in.  o'er  regions  of  night; 
From  isles  of  the  ocean  glad  tidint's  they  bring: 
"The  nations  are  crowning  Messi.ih  their  King." 

3  IJoIl  onw.anl  the  time  when  the  Ka^^t  and  the  West, 
With    the   North   and   tht-  South,   shall   in  .lesus  be 

blest  : 
When  love  all  the  kingdoms  of  earth  shall  unite. 
And  this  Im>  their  watchword :  The  Truth  and   the 

liight. 

ri.i  *  PtLL 
OpjTiirh'.  IWn  ».,- T  K.  r.rkliin  Fr-ni  "  nrictilft  aiicl  U-A* 
Set  U>  miuic  )>T  W'    II    iKuiM.  aiiil  UM-d  liy  pir   Uixlim  A  Maiu. 


S2G 


WOMAJff  IN  SACRED   SONG. 


THE    LITTLE    BUILDERS 

1  Little  builders  all  are  we, 
r>iiil(lers  for  eternity  ; 

(  liildreii  of  the  Mission  Bands, 
Working  with  our  luarts  and  hands, 
Huilding  temples  for  our  King, 
\\y  ihe  oil'erings  we  bring  ; 
Living  tenii)les  He  doth  raise, 
Filletl  with  life  and  light  and  praise. 

2  One  by  one  the  stones  we  laj', 
Ikiilding  slowly  day  by  day  ; 
liuilding  by  our  love  are  we, 
Li  the  lauds  beyond  the  sea ; 
Building  by  each  thought  and  prayer 
For  the  souls  that  sulfer  there ; 
Building  in  the  Hindu  land, 
"VVliere  the  idols  are  as  sand. 

8  Building  in  vast  China,  too, 

Living  temples  rise  to  view ; 

Building  in  Japan  as  well, 

Ah  I  what  stories  we  could  tell! 

Building  on  dark  Afric's  shore. 

That  there  may  be  slaves  no  more ; 

Building  in  the  Turk's  doomed  land. 

For  Armenia's  scattered  band. 
4  On  Mount  Lebanon's  fair  heights. 

By  our  many  gathered  mites ; 

Wiiere  the  Nile's  sweet  waters  pour, 

Building  all  the  wide  world  o'er ; 

And  one  day  our  eyes  shall  see, 

Li  a  glad  eternity, 

"  Living  stones  "  we  helped  to  bring 

For  the  palace  of  our  King. 

MARIA  A.  WKST.    ConsUintiiiople. 
In  "Thi;  Missionary  Helper." 


CHEERFUL   \A/'ORKERS. 

Duilicatcd  to  the  "Cheerful  Workers"  Mission  Bands. 
(Tunc— "/Jinff  the  hdls  of  Heaven.") 

1    AVe  are  cheerful  workers 

In  tiie  fields  of  truth. 
Glad  to  follow  -Jesus 

In  our  early  youtii. 
AVe  can  run  Goil's  errands 

AVith  our  nimble  feet; 
AA  e  can  take  a  message 

From  His  love  so  sweet. 

CllORrs. —  Cheerful  little  workers, 

Happy  CliriNtiiin  l)and  ; 
Seeking  souls  for  .Icsus 

From  each  rlistant  land. 
AA'nrking  for  tlie  Master, 

Toiling  soon  and  late; 
Till  we  liring  our  oll'ring 

To  llie  gohleii  gate. 


2  Cheerful  eyes  that  glisten 

AVith  the  light  above; 
Cheerful  ears  that  listen 

For  (jod's  voice  of  love; 
Cheerful  hands  and  steady, 

Noble  work  to  do; 
Cheerful  hearts  made  ready 

For  His  service  true. 

3  We  are  cheerful  workers 

Toiling  for  the  Lord; 
We  enjoy  His  service, 

Hope  for  His  reward. 
May  His  daily  blessing 

IMake  our  work  complete; 
May  we  rest  from  labor, 

Only  at  His  feet. 

PRISCILLA  J.  0TVEN8. 

Set  to  music  by  E.  S.  Lorenz,  in  "  Holy  Voices.' 

Pub.  by  the  United  Brethren  Puh.  House,  Dayton,  O. 

SEVEN.-MOTION    SONG. 
INFANT  CLASS. 
(Tune-".,!,  B,  C") 
1,  Strike  the  ends  of  the  fingers  upun  the  desk.    2,  Point  to  the  heavens  with 
the  right  hand.    3,  Move  the  liand,  uplifted,  from  right  to  left.    4,  Clasp  hands. 

1  One  !  two !  three !  four !  five !  six  !  seven  !^ 
Count  the  lovely  arch  of  heaven  •? 
Seven  bright  colors  make  the  bow,^ 
Brightest,  fairest  thing  I  know ! 

See  the  rainbow  in  the  heaven  ;^ 
One !  two !  three !  four  I  five !  six !  seven ! 
Jtec.  171  con. — *And  God  said,  I  do  set  my  bow  m  the 

cloud.     AA'hen  I  bring  a  cloud  over  the  sun  the  bow 

shall  be  seen. — [Gen.  x:  13,  14. 

2  One!  two!  three!  four!  five!  six!  seven  1^ 
Hear  the  promise  Goti  hath  given ;  * 
]\Iany  troubles  I  may  see, 

But  the  Lord  will  care  for  me. 

Hear  the  promise  He  hath  given ; 
One!  two!  three!  four!  five!  six!  seven !  ^ 
liec.  in con.-IIe  shall  deliver  tlue  in  six  troubles,  yea, 
in  seven  there  shall  no  trouble  touch  thee. — [.Job  v  •  19. 

3  One !  two !  three !  four  !  five !  six  !  seven  I  * 
Nightly  go  across  the  heaven,^ 

Seven  bright  stars,  the  Pleiades,^ 
And  the  Lord  created  these.* 
Nightly  go  across  the  heaven,' 
One!  two!  three!  four!  five!  six!  seven !' 
Hec.  in  con. — Seek  him  that  niaketh  the  seven  stars 
and  Orion;  the  Lord  is  His  name. — [Amos  v:  8. 

4  One !  two  !  three !  four !  five  !  six  !  seven !  * 
Hear  the  rule  of  Jesus  given ;  * 

Law  of  kindness,  teaching  rae 
That  I  nnist  forgiving  be. 

Hear  the  rule  by  Jesus  given: 
One !  two !  three !  four !  live !  six  !  seven ! ' 
Itec.   in  COJ1. — Tf  thy  brother  trespass  against  thee 
seven    times  in  a  day,  and  seven    times   in  a  day   turn 
ag.iin  to  thee  saying,  I  repent,  tiiou  slialt   forgive  him. 
[Luke  xvii :  4. 

Mits.  M.  u.  •'   M-AUK.  Ill  "liuod  Tiuies." 


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CHILDREN  S    MISSIONARY    HYMN. 

1  Iliippy  aro  wcs  CJotl's  own  little  flock, 
Sli(ltiT(Ml  so  closo  in  tlio  cifft  of  tlu;  Uock, 
Fur  above  stoiin  or  dangt-r  or  siiock, 

llapjjy  aro  wc  in  Jesus. 

2  Wliat  siiall  we  do  for  the  Master  so  dear? 
Oil !  tliere  are  many  in  need  of  our  idieer — 
Sonls  tliat  know  notliini;  liiit  darkness  and  fear, 

Souls  in  lli(!  dark  wiilioiit  .Jesns. 

3  Many  lie  has  who  aro  not  of  this  fold, 
Out  in  the  storm  and  the  pitiless  cold; 

Thes(!  we  will  win  hy  our  prayers  and  our  gold. 
Win  them  to  love  our  Jesus. 

4  Over  the  motnitains  and  over  the  seas, 
Lovingly,  joyfully,  speed  we  to  these, 
Sei'kiiii;  to  sav(!  them  hy  tcnderest  pleas, 

Saved  liy  the  lilood  of.Iesus. 

5  Kven  a  child,  He  has  told  us,  may  lead 
Any  to  llim,  from  their  sorrow  and  need, 
Any  who  eonu;  lie  will  shelter  and  feed, 

Any  who  come  to  our  Ji'sus. 

6  Joyfully  then  let  us  spread  the  jjlad  news, 
Never  this  service  for  .lesus  refuse. 

Never  a  moment  to  work  for  Ilim  lose;  , 

Joyfully  work  for  Jesus. 

MIM.   UK.   UCItntCK  JOIINRON. 
C'hJcmju,  1831. 


A   GLAD   OFFERING. 

(Tuue— "rolAe  »r,>rl:,") 

1  We  will  hriiii;,  we  will  bring  a  s^lad  otTerini;  to-<lay. 
For  the  children  who  live  in  those  lands  far  away. 
Who  are  reachini;  «)nt  hands  from  across  the  blue  sea, 
.Vnd  are  pleading  for  light,  here  shining  so  free. 

Ciioias. —  We  will  give,  ghully  give. 

Our  pennies  for  the  Master's  cause. 

2  Children's  mites,  children  s  uiites  will  be  pleasing  to 

(iod, 
I'.veiy  small  self-4lenial  wdl  l)ring  its  rt>wanl. 
i'hough  our  olfering  be  little,  if  given  in  love 
It  will  bring  down  a  blessing  from  Jesus  above. 

DOT. 
In  "Ouod  TImiM.'' 


DEAR   CHILDREN    FAR    AWAY. 

(Tuac— "ffov/rm  a/oundatiem"  or  "  Bnmt,  nettt  Homt."^ 

1  In  lands  full  of  darkness,  acrosi  the  blue  wavo, 
Are  many  dear  children  the  I..onl  died  to  save, 
Who,  reaching  out  hands  from  over  the  si-a, 
.Vre  pleading  for  light,  here  sliining  so  free. 

2  No  kinil  Christian  parents  to  show  them  the  way, 
To  tell  them  of  Jesus,  to  teach  them  to  pray; 

I'o  lead  them  in  ]>aths  of  wi.Mlom  and  truth. 
And  teach  them  the  love  of  (itnl  in  ijieir  \i>iiih. 


No  Hible  to  lighten  life's  pathway  of  gloom. 
No  full  hopi'  of  glory  lieyond  the  dark  tomb. 
No  promi.se  of  (Jod,  the  sad  soul  to  su.^tain. 
No  knowledge  that  death  to  ihu  Chrutiuu  !«  gaiu. 

No  .lesus,  no  Bible,  how  sad  is  the  sight  I 
While  here  o'er  our  pathway  the  gospel  shines  bright. 
Let  us  open  our  hearts  to  the  poor  childn-n  tliere. 
And  give  them  the  Bible,  our  help  and  our  prayer. 

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ALL    AROUND   THE    WORLD 

'  Krury  toii^-tio*hnul>l  cnurvai  tluit  Jmiia  ChrUt  It  l<urd  lu  Uw  (tofy 
uf  OuUUio  KkUii-r"     rbU  U    U 

1  .See  the  flag  of  .lesus 

O'er  the  earth  unfurled! 
Sabbath  schools  are  siniiinjj 

All  around  the  world  I 
Sunday  schools  in  China, 

India  and  .lapaii ; 
Training  soids  for  glory, 

Hy  the  gospi  1  plan. 

Cnonis. —  Lift  the  cross  of  Jesu-n, 

Bear  the  Bible  on  ; 
.S(H)n  the  worM  will  echo, 

With  His  vict'ry  won. 
See  the  flag  of  Jesus, 

O'er  the  eartii  unfurled  ! 
Simday  schools  are  singing, 

All  around  the  world. 

2  Little  Indian  dianionds, 

I'recifins  i,slan<l  pearls  ; 
Learnin!.'  Bible  lessons, 

Happy  l)oys  and  girls  ; 
Afric's  golil-<lust  scattered 

'Neath  the  feet  of  wrong, 
Ri.ses  up  in  brightness. 

From  the  darkness  long. 

3  Sunday  schools  are  singing, 

France  and  Spain  and  liomc 
Hear  their  joyous  music. 

.Songs  of  heaven  and  home. 
Where  the  martyrs  Rufrere<l, 

Holy  8ee«l  is  spread  ; 
Gather  up  these  rubies, 

I)ye<I  in  life-blood  red. 

4  Sunday  schools  in  Chili, 

H<-.iching  down  the  coast ; 
Mexico  is  leading, 

(iailant  little  host  : 
ftlad  Brazilian  ••hildron 

I'raise  to  (mmI  shall  sing; 
Far-<^)fT  Patagonia 

Answers  Christ  is  King. 

Rat  to  miuk  bj  E.  H    Larau.  Is  "  Ua»t  VoKxa  - 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


I    WOULD    NOT    DIE    EARLY. 


{Turn— "/fuMu,  Stccil  Home") 

1  I  would  not  (lie  early, 

Tliu  harvest  is  white, 
And  fain  would  I  labor 

Krom  morning  till  night; 
I'd  follow  the  reaper 

And  glean  what  he  leaves, 
And  homeward  at  evening 
Return  with  my  sheaves. 
Ciiouis. —  I  would  not  die  early, 
I  ask  not  to  go, 
Till  I  have  done  something 

For  Jesus  below ; 
To  those  who  are  faithful, 

The  promise  is  sure, 
And  rest  will  be  sweeter 
To  those  who  endure. 

2  I  would  not  die  early, 

I  long  to  fulfill 
The  Saviour's  eommission. 

If  such  be  His  will : 
"Go  spread  the  glad  tidings, 

Salvation  is  free, 
And  none  are  rejected 

Who  come  unto  me." 

3  I  would  not  die  early, 

But,  if  it  be  mine. 
In  youth's  merry  morning 

This  life  to  resign, 
I  know  my  Redeemer 

Will  meet  me  with  joy, 
And  give  me  in  heaven 

Some  blessed  employ. 

MRS.    E.   S,    EELLOUO. 

From  the  "  Pacific  Glee  Book."  by  Root  &  Cady. 

Set  to  music  by  T.  Martin  Towiie. 

Used  by  im,t.  of  the  Johu  Church  Co.,  owuera  of  the  cojjyright. 


THE    BANNER   OF   THE   CROSS. 

(Tune— "OW  Oaken  Bucket." 

1   Though  fondly  we  cheri.sh  the  flag  of  our  countr}', 
That  waves  in  its  beauty,  the  pride  of  the  free, 
Yet  dearer,  far  dearer,  the  standard  of  glory, 

The  beacon  that  gui<les  us,  our  Father,  to  Thee  ; 
We'll  rally  around  it  with  ardent  devotion. 

Its  j)raise  to  the  worlil  in  our  chorus  we'll  sing ; 
Whil(!  nations  far  di.<tant,  with  rapture  unbounded, 
Sli.ili  fly  to  the  banner  of  Jesus  our  King. 
CiKiifis. —  The  dearly-loved  Baimor. 

Till!  bright-f1r)wing  Iianner, 
Till!  tinie-iiallowrd  Haiiner 
Of  Jesus  our  King. 


2  'T  was   sealed    by    the  martyrs,  and  blessed  by  the 

pilgrims, 

Our  lathers  revered  it,  it  strengthened  their  laws ; 
young  soirliers  enlisted,  like  heroes  we'll  guard  it. 

We'll  live  to  its  honor  and  die  in  its  cause: 
The  Cai)tain  we  follow  will  arm  us  with  courage. 

If  still  to  the  Cross  and  the  Bible  we  cling  ; 
In  peril  or  danger  we'll  never  forsake  them, 

But  tight  for  the  banner  of  Jesus  our  King. 

3  The  hills  of  the  north  and  the  snow-covered  moun- 

tains. 

The  islands  that  sleep  on  the  foam-crested  wave, 
The  east  and  the  west  shall  rejoice  and  behold  it. 

The  star  of  the  hopeless  and  shield  to  the  brave  ; 
Like  tho.se  in  the  temple  who  shouted  bo-sanna. 

Our  loud  hallelujahs  transported  we'll  sing ; 
Float  on  in  thy  glory,  O  standard  immortal. 

Thou  peace-speaking  banner  of  Jesus  our  King. 

FANNY  CnoSBY. 

From  '  Sunday  School  Bamicr,"  by  per.  Biglow  &  Main. 

EASTER   CONCERT   EXERCISE   FOR 

MISSION    BAND. 

To  be  spoken  by  four  little  girls.) 

First  voice. — In  fair  Japan  a  thousand  flowers 

Wear  lovelier  forms  and  hues  than  ours ; 
But  saintly  pale,  and  pure  as  snow. 
Our  Easter  lilies  bloom,  to  show 
That  One  has  risen  to  realms  of  light 
Whose  love  can  make  our  souls  as  white. 

Second  voice. — And  in  the  Southern  skies,  afar 

Beams  many  a  strange  and  glorious  star. 
Planets  to  Northern  heavens  unknown ; 
But  we,  more  blest,  can  call  our  own 
The  radiant  Star  of  Bethlehem, 
Brighter  than  Orient's  richest  gem. 

Third  voice. — On  India's  dusky  children  shine 
Jewels  from  many  a  priceless  mine ; 
But  we  can  never  envy  them 
Ruby  or  diamond  diadem, 
For  through  God's  love  we  may  behold 
The  gates  of  jx'arl,  the  streets  of  gold. 

Fourth  voice. — The  bulbul  sings,  in  Persian  groves 
Close  hid,  beside  the  rose  he  loves ; 
But  sweeter  music  we  can  hear 
As  all  around  us,  ringing  clear. 
The  sacred  chimes  of  Sabbath  bells 
Upon  the  air  of  Freedom  swells. 

Four  voices  in  C077cert. 

Til  us,  flower  and  star  and  gem  and  song, 
I^nto  the  Christian  faith  belong. 
Send  forth  the  Word  to  other  elimes, 
That  never  heard  our  Sabbath  chimes: 
The  banner  of  the  Cross  unfurled 
Brings  happiness  to  all  the  world. 

MUM.    I.     <1     M'VEAN. 
lu  "Uood  TilUllS." 


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THE    STONE    IS    ROLLED    t^N^ PCi. 

1  Tilt-  stoiu'  is  rolled  away. 

The  iiloom  of  dcatli  is  past, 
Now  breaks  tiie  f^oldeii  day 
On  all  the  earth  at  last. 
ChOUL'S. —  Now  floats  aloiii,' 

The  starry  (loors. 
Thr(tiii;h  crystal  doors, 

The  aiim'ls'  sonu ; 

Tliroii^^h  crystal  <loors, 

The  anj^els'  song. 

2  He's  risen  from  tho  dead, 

\\\-  niorinii«,''s  early  li*,dit; 
For  this  the  aii^el  said — 
The  aiii,'el  clothed  in  wiiite. 
Chorus. —  So  keep  we  now 

Onr  Kaster  day, 
With  joyful  lay. 

And  holy  lij^ht ; 
With  joyful  lay. 
And  holy  light. 

3  So  bring  we  early  blooms, 

When  morning  gilds  tho  past, 
Bright  tlow'rs  with  sweet  perfumes, 
An<l  garlands  for  the  feast. 
CuORUa. —  The  blossoms  sweet, 
On  Easter  day, 
Wc-  Innnbly  lay 

Low  at  I  lis  feet; 
We  Innnbly  lay 
Low  at  His  feet. 

MISS   C.    L.    /ArKSllW. 

By  per. 


BEHOLD!    I    AM    ALIVE    FOREVERMORE. 

EASTER    MORNING. 

1  Open  tho  gates  of  the  temple ; 

Spread  l)ranclies  of  palm  and  of  bay; 
Lei  not  the  spirits  of  Nature 

Alone  deck  the  comjmsror's  way. 
While  Spring  from  her  death-sleep  arises. 

And  joyous  Ilis  pn-sence  awaits. 
While  morning's  smile  lights  up  the  heavens, 

Open  the  beautiful  gates. 

2  He  i<  here  I  The  long  watches  are  over; 

'I'he  stone  from  the  grave  rolled  away  ; 
"We  shall  sleep."  was  the  sigh  of  the  midnight, 

"W'e  shall  rise."  is  the  song  of  to-day. 
O  Miwic,  no  longer  lamenting 

On  |iinious  of  tremulous  flame. 
Go  soaring  to  meet  the  Ii<doved. 

Anil  swell  the  new  song  of  His  fame. 
8  The  altar  is  snowv  with  blossoms. 

The  front  i*  a  vase  of  nerfume. 
On  pillar  ami  chancel  are  twining 

Fresh  garlands  of  elo<]uent  bloom. 


*^  Christ  in  rinen/'^  witli  glad  Tips  we  utter, 
And  far  up  the  iidiidte  height 

Archangels  the  pa-m  re-<'<di<j, 

An<l  crown  llim  with  lilies  of  light! 

rUAM  ILK  I-   MACS. 

NO    INTEREST    IN    THE    MISSION    CAUSE. 

1  "No  interest    in    the  mission   cause  I  " — a  C'lirlslian 

sjjoke  the  word  ; 
She  knew  not  how  her  listener's  heart  was  Hturtleil, 

grieved  and  stirred, 
Nor  what  responsibility  the  uttered  thought  incurred. 

2  "No  interest  in  tin;  mission  cause  I"   when    He,  who 

die«l  to  save. 
For   heathen  nations,  as  for  us,  tlie  priceless  ofTcring 

g:ive  ; 
Yet  unwarned,  heedless  muliitinh-s   are  hastening  to 

the  grave ! 
8  Undying  precious  souls  await  the  tidings  we  should 

bear, 
For  the  command  is,    "  Go,  and  spread  tlie  glad  news 

everywhere  I " 
For  the  fidtillnient  of  that  word,  do  we  not  even  enre  * 

4  Some  noble  consecrated   souls,  with   grace-^-nkindleil 

zeal. 
Have  left  their  all  and  gr)ne  afar  this  gos|Ml  to  reveal ; 
Have  we  in  t/nni  no  interest,  for  them  no  heart  to  feel? 

5  They  are  our  kindred  ;   we.  as  they,  are  under  (I<n1'h 

connnan<l ; 
They  are  our  representatives  in  many  a  darkened  land  : 
We   stay  because  they  go;  our  prayers  should   nerve 

each  fainting  hand. 

6  'Tw.is  but  a  lightly-nttend    word.  l«t    fall  w'nh  little 

thoui;lit 
Of  all  the  sad  significance  with  which  the  sjx-ech  wna 

fraught. 
My  friend  forgot  the  far-off  field,  while  nearer   home 

she  wrought. 

7  But  let  us  think — one  moment  think — of  nations' 

pressing  needs. 
While  the  constraining  love  of  Christ  with  lieart  and 

conscience  ple.ads, 
Onr   ••  interest "  in   the   mission   cause   will   grow  to 

prayerful  deeds. 

Jl'ltlATA. 

SPEECH    FOR    A    MEMBER    OF   THE 
INFANT    CLASS. 

1  Little  feet  can  swiftly  go. 
Little  lips  let  others  know 
That  all  can  love  to  .lesus  show. 

By  work  and  pniyer. 

2  Tlien  hearts  and  hands  together  blend. 
And  in-ver  rest  till  we  can  send 

The  mes.sage  (»f  our  Saviour  Friend 

To  every  .■>hore. 

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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  HONO 


ALL    I    KNOW. 

rit«oltstlnn  for  member  of  Infant  clui.] 

1  I  am  a  very  little  tliiii<j, 

As  you  can  jjlaiiily  sue; 
But  then,  I  know  wlio  came  to  bring 
God's  yift  of  love  to  ine. 

2  Wlien  I  am  well,  I  know  who  makes 

My  life  so  fair  and  lirii^ht  ; 
When  I  am  sick,  I  know  who  takes 
Care  of  me,  dav  and  nii,dit. 
8  Anil  when  I  die,  I  know  whose  hand 
Will  lead  my  soul  away, 
Tlirouifh  death's  dark  valley,  to  the  land 
Where  it  is  always  day. 

4  Just  such  dear  little  <:irls  as  I 

Live  o'er  the  ocean-wave : 
Tlu^y  do  not  know  who  came  to  die 
A  sinful  woi'ld  to  save. 

5  Poor  little  heathen  !    Friends,  I  pray 

That  you  will  i|iiickly  >fo, 
Or  send  somehody,  riijht  away, 
To  tell  them  —  all  I  know  ! 

MB8.  M.   B.  C.  8LADB. 
In  "  Good  Times." 


REWARDED. 

1  I,  happy  little  summer-cloud, 

Lay  dreaminj;  in  the  sun, 
Enjoying:  the  warm,  filterinir  rays, 
Down-<.lropping,  one  by  one. 

2  A  band  of  little  summer-clouds 

Came  tloating  up  to  uie  : 
"  Arise  !  "  they  sang,  "  join  us,  wc  bring 
A  message  unto  thee." 

3  "  And  why,"  I  asked  in  harshest  tone, — 

Disturbt'd,  and  so  displeased. — 
"Are  you  with  such  a  sudden  freak 
Of  fellowship  thus  seized?" 

4  "  We  need  your  help  !  "  they  all  exclaimed  ; 

"  Whole  fields  of  waving  grain 
Are  dying  in  their  yellow  prime, 
And  just  for  want  of  rain. 

5  "  We  go  to  send  them  sweet  relief, — 

A  soft-descending  shower 
Will  satisfy  the  thirsty  land, 
An<l  brighten  every  flower." 

6  "But  it  will  Uike  my  life,"  I  cried; 

"I  cannot  give  it  all !  " 
They  turned  away  in  saddest  grief, 
Because  I  spurned  the  call. 

7  A  struggle  nnt  my  very  heart; 

At  last  I  yielded.      "Stay, 
My  friends  !  —  I  join  your  company; 
I'll  pour  my  life  away." 


8  They  caught  me  in  a  tender  clasp, 

And  whispered  soft  and  low, — 
"  'Tis  for  the  blaster  that  we  love, 
He  wills  it  even  so." 

9  Together  down  to  earth  we  went 

In  evening's  dying  light; 
Upon  a  drooping,  jiarched  bud 

I  fell  throu'di  all  the  ni^jht. 
10  Next  morn  the  Master  came  that  way. 

Perceived  a  rich  j)erfume. 
And  cidled  the  flower  on  which  I  lay, 

A  lily  rare,  in  bloom  I 

DELL   It.   BTRnWAN. 

COUNTING  fTHE    PENNIES 

1  Ah !  what  shall  I  do  with  my  pennies? 

For  see,  I  have  such  a  store ! 
I  never  have  sold  my  basket 
Of  walnuts  so  soon  before. 

2  How  often  I've  trudged  for  hours, 

And  taken  a  secret  cry, 
Because  I  was  tired  and  hungry. 
And  nobody  cared  to  buy  ! 

3  I  dreaded  to  think  how  mother 

Would  look  as  I  came  and  said, 
That  I  hadn't  enough  of  [jennies 
To  bring  her  a  loaf  of  bread  ; 

4  How  Nellie,  my  little  sister, 

Would  watch  at  the  door  and  say, 
"I've  thought  and  I've  thought  of  the  apple 
You  promised  to  bring,  all  day." 

5  But  now  I  can  fill  my  basket. 

For  there's  never  a  nut  behind  ; 
One  loaf — two  loaves — and  a  dozen 
Of  apples — the  sweetest  kind. 

6  And  a  pat  of  that  yellow  butter; 

It's  dainty  and  fresh,  I  know  ; 
How  good  it  will  taste  to  mother ! 
And  Nellie  will  like  it  so ! 

7  Five  pennies  —  ten  —  fifteen  —  twenty  —• 

And  thirty  —  and  thirty-five  ; 
Just  think  of  it  —  here  are  fifty, 
As  certain  as  I'm  alive  ! 

8  It  must  have  been  God  who  helped  me 

To  sell  off  my  nuts  so  soon. 
Or  else  I'd  been  trudging,  trudging. 
The  whole  of  the  afternoon. 

9  And  how  I  would  like  to  thank  Ilim, 

So  kind  He  has  been — so  true  I 
Let's  see  if  I  cannot  sj)are  Him 

A  few  of  my  j>eunies  too. 
10  Why,  surely  I  can  ! —  Here's  forty 

For  mother  and  Nellie  —  and  then. 
Dear  Jesus,  to  hel|)  Thy  heathen. 


I  give  Thee  the  other  ten 


MABOIKET  J.  PKSSTON. 


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THE    VOICE   OF   THE    MONEY. 


1  "What  do  I  SCO  on  this  iiitkle  cent 

Tliat  I  jiazu  at  o'or  and  o't-r? 
I  set;  Ids  lins,  and  tht-y  stem  to  say, 
"Send  niu  to  India  ri^dit  away; 
Don't  send  nie  so  far  all  alone,  I  pray, 

lUit  with  me  a  great  many  more.  ' 

2  "What  on  this  silver  dime  do  I  see  ? 
A  statue,  seatt^d,  of  Liberty. 

She  seems  now  to  utter,  "Of  all  mankind 
None  are  so  hound  as  the  niorally  blind. 
Let  me  buy  for  the  heathen  moral  si;;ht; 
Let  me  carry  into  their  darkness,  light." 

3  "What  do  I  see  on  this  bill  I  hold  ? 
A  promise  to  |)ay  to  the  bearer  gold. 
But  the  gold  of  wisdom  is  better  far 
'I'iian  precious  metals  and  jewels  are. 
And  wisdom  is  needed  by  those  who  are  in 
Tile  depths  of  ignorance  and  of  sm. 

4  So  I  drop  my  penny,  a  dime,  or  bill. 

In  the  mission  box,  and  they  whisper  still, 
"To  give  to  the  poor  is  to  lend  to  the    Lord  ;"' 
And  let  knowledge  of  good  done,  be  your  re- 
ward. 

BEBKKAII    WILLtS. 

Id  '  Gootl  Times," 


SONG   OF   THE    ""WILLING    WORKERS." 

"  It  la  ft  little  one."—  Gen.  xli :  20. 

1  Only  a  little  penny ! 

Yet  with  assurance  sweet, 
Fearing  no  scorn,  we  lay  it 

Down  at  the  Saviour's  feet; 
Saving  for  Ilim  a  ])ortion 

Out  of  our  slender  store  ; 
Gladly  we  gi^e  our  pennies 

If  we  can  give  no  more. 

2  Only  ten  little  fingers ! 

IJut  littlt^  things  may  grow, 
And  little  hands,  now  helpless, 

Will  not  be  always  so; 
But  if  we  train  them  early 

Unto  His  work  alone. 
They  will  do  greater  service 

When  they  are  stronger  grown. 

8  Only  a  band  of  children. 

Sitting  at  Jesus'  feet. 
Rejoicing  now  to  enter 

Into  Ills  service  sweet  ; 
Seeking  His  light  to  guide  us 

Where'er  the  way  is  dim  ; 
Learning  His  precious  Kssous, 

LoDuiui^  to  be  like  Him. 


Take  u.s,  dear  Saviour,  take  UB 

Into  Thy  heavenly  fold; 
Keep  our  young  feet  from  straying 

Out  in  the  dark  and  cold  ; 
Call  us  Thy  '*  Little  Helpers," 

(tiad  in  Thy  work  to  share; 
Make  UK  Thine  own  dear  children, 

"Worthy  Thy  uume  to  bear. 


PROBLEM:  HOW  TO  REPLENISH. 


One  girl  stnnds  at  the  blackboard  while  another 
recites.  She  paii.ses  at  each  item,  while  the  one  at 
the   board   puts  down   the   price  iu   large  figures. 


stating  the  numbers. 


Fir.^t  Girl. — 

Let  Annie  buy  one  ribbon  less: 

And  Fanny  give  one  ring: 
Grace  .satTifice  one  change  of  dress  : 

One  .sash  and  fancy  string : 
Let  Julua,  for  her  nc.\t  new  suit. 

One  lace-trimmed  ruffle  spare: 
The  laundry-bill  that  same  to  (lute 

Shall  be  another  share: 
Let  Mrs.  A,  R,  C  and  D, 

Their  households  keep  with  care 
And  save  from  waste  one  ounce  of  tea. 

One  needless  luxury  spare: 
Let  Mary  once  with  Jane  forego 

Their  pleasant  carriage  drive. 
And  help  her  sister  Abbie  sew, 

Thus  save  another  five : 
Let  Susie  save  her  furs  with  care. 

To  serve  next  winter's  cold. 
And  guard  her  dress  from  stain  and  tear 

That  she  may  give  her  gold: 
Let  Mrs.  Goldt-n  think  again 

Kre  she  conchule  to  buy, — 
"This  diamonil's  cost  might  save  lost  men! 

I'll  give  its  price  and  try  :  " 


Second  G. — 
SI. 00 


d.oo 

50.00 

3.00 

8.00 

1.00 


2.00 
.5.00 
5.00 

20.00 

r.oo.oo 


The  one  at  the  hoard  adds  and  reads :  §600.00 
Then  says  : 

Now  in  aatonislimont  look  here,  , 

Ye  arithmetic  scholars  I 
One  family  savi-s  thus  per  year 

A  clear  six  hnndrol  d(dlars. 
"  Jfinr  to  nphuisli  "  is  the  wonl; 

Ivieli  item,  you  can  view  it. 
The  problem's  solved, —  you  all  liave  lieanl 

The  way, —  uow, —  iciU  t/ou  do  it/ 
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WOMAN  IN  S A  CUED  fiONO. 


THE    PENNY    YE    MEANT   TO   GI'E. 

1  T)i(ii''s  a  funny  talc  of  a  stingy  man, 

Wlio  was  none  too  good,  but  uiiylit  liave  Ijeen 

worse ; 
Who  wi'nt  to  his  church  on  a  Sunday  night, 
And  carried  along  his  wdl-filled  |)ur.se. 

2  WhiMi  the  soxton  came  with  his  begging-plate, 
The  church  was  but  dim  with  the  candle's  light; 
The  stingy  man  fumbled  all  through  his  purse, 

And  chose  a  coin  by  touch,  and  not  sight. 

3  It's  an  <)d<l  thing,  now,  that  guineas  should  be 

So  like  unto  pennies  in  shape  and  size ; 
"  I'll  give  a  i)enny,"  the  stingy  man  said  ; 

"  The  poor  nuist  not  gifts  of  pennies  despise." 

4  The  penny  fell  (h)wn  with  a  clatter  and  ring, 

And  back  in  his  seat  leaned  the  stingy  man. 

"  The  world  is  full  of  the  poor  ! "  he  thought; 

"  I  can't  help  them  all ;  I  give  what  1  can." 

5  Ha,  ha  I  how  the  sexton  smiled,  to  be  sure, 

To  see  the  gold  guinea  fall  in  his  plate ; 
Ha,  ha  I  how  the  stingy  man's  heart  was  wrung, 
Perceiving  his  blunder  but  just  too  late  ! 

6  "  Xo  matter,"  he  said.  "  in  the  Lord's  account 

That  guinea  of  gold  is  set  down  to  me. 
They  lend  to  Him  who  give  to  the  poor  ; 
It  will  not  so  bad  an  investment  be." 

7  "Na,  na.  mou  !  "  the  chuckling  sexton  cried  out, 

"  The  Lord  is  na  cheated,  he  kens  thee  well ; 
He  knew  it  was  only  by  accident 

That  out  o'  thy  fingers  the  guinea  fell. 

8  "  He  keeps  an  account,  na  doubt,  for  the  pair; 

But  in  that  account  He'll  set  down  to  thee 
Na  mair  o'  that  golden  guinea,  my  mon. 

Than  the  one  bare  penny  ye  meant  to  gi'e." 

9  There's  a  comfort,  too,  in  the  little  tale, 

A  serious  side  as  well  as  a  joke ; 
A  comfort  for  all  the  generous  poor. 

In  the  comical  words  the  sexton  spoke. 
10  A  comfort  to  think  that  the  good  Lord  knows 

How  generous  we  really  desire  to  be, 
And  will  give  us  credit  in  His  account 

For  all  the  pennies  we  long  to  "  gi'e." 

H.  H.,  lu  "St.  Nicholas." 


POEM    FOR    MISSION    READING. 

'  My  wonl  thttil  not  rvturu  uuto  me  void,  but  it  shall  accoiiiiilish  tliat  I  please." 
t 

1   I've  been  to  the  ISIission-school,  mother, 

With  little  Ivyalee. 
And  I  saw  a  woman  who  has  como 

From  her  home  beyond  the  sea. 
She  told  us  th(i  sweetest  story 

Of  a  Saviour,  and  they  say 
lie  sees  us  all  the  time,  motlier, 

In  the  night  as  well  as  the  day. 


2  He  lives  far  up  in  the  lieavens. 

Away  from  the  sight  of  men  ; 
But  once  lie  walked  this  very  earth. 

And  they  say  Hell  come  again. 
Sometimes  He  stops  in  His  journey 

To  knock  at  the  hearts  of  sin, 
And  will  mak(!  us,  Oh  !  so  happy. 

If  we'll  only  let  Him  in  ! 

3  He'll  take  away  all  the  trouble 

That  has  burdened  us  so  long; 
He  will  take  from  our  lives  the  sorrow. 

And  teach  us  a  glad,  new  song. 
All  the  unrest  and  the  longing, 

The  loneliness  and  the  pain, 
He  will  bear  for  those  who  love  Him, 

And  they'll  never  be  weary  again. 

4  And  then  I  thought  of  you,  mother, 

Of  the  bitter  tears  you  shed 
When  the  baby  was  thrown  in  the  Ganges, 

And  we  knew  she  would  soon  be  dead. 
Oh !   1  fear  the  goddess  Kali, 

Outstretching  her  awful  hand; 
Dear  mother,  how  can  you  give  me 

To  die  at  her  dread  command  ? 

5  For  I  heard  you  say,  "  ^^^len  the  morrow 

Shall  come  again  with  its  light, 
Zeleda  must  die  for  this  Moloch," 

And  I  trembled  with  wild  affright. 
But  now  the  fear  is  all  over, 

And  though  this  body  they  kill, 
Though  father  and  mother  forsake  me. 

My  Saviour  will  love  me  still. 

6  When  my  form  lies  mangled  and  bleeding. 

My  soul  shall  be  free  from  sin. 
And  the  beautiful  gates  of  heaven, 

Will  open  to  take  me  in. 
The  cruel  waves  of  the  Ganges, 

With  hungry,  pitiless  flow. 
Or  Kali's  terrible  fury; 

I  never  again  shall  know. 

7  Some  day,  if  you  think  of  this  Saviour, 

And  the  beautiful  home  u))  there. 
While  you  arc  weary  and  lonely. 

Oh!  offer  to  .Tesus  this  prayer: 
"Dear  Lord!  let  my  sins  be  forgiven. 

And  bless  those  who  brought  us  Thy  word." 
And  then  when  we  all  meet  in  heaven, 

I'll  say,  if  I  may,  to  the  Lord: 

8  "  Behold,  dear  Saviour,  the  toilers 

Who  loved  me  on  earth  below  ; 
F'or  when  T  was  sinful  and  weary. 

And  asking,  'To  whom  shall  I  go?' 
They  showed  me  the  Cross,  and  the  fountain 

Of  healing  and  power  divine; 
Then  I  knew  that  these  were  my  sisters. 

And  their  wonderful  God  was  mine." 


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9  Then  I  think  I  shall  hear  Jesus  saying: 
'*Tli«!  heathen  ZeU-da  shall  be 
A  star  ill  the  crown  of  rcjoicinj^ 
Of  some  one  who  lahoretl  for  me." 

10  The  night-shadows  gathered  and  deepened, 

And  wrapt  in  a  sombre  shroud 
The  forms  of  the  eiiild  and  tlie  mother, 

Like  an  angry,  threatening  cloud  ; 
Fit  type  of  the  bitter  anguish, 

And  the  superstitions  that  roll 
With  tlieir  life-long  chain  of  sorrow 

Oer  the  heathen  woman's  soul. 

11  The  hours  passed  by  all  unheeded, 

Wlule,  holdnig  the  cluld  to  her  breast. 
The  mother's  heart,  bleeding  within  her, 

Kept  crying  and  crying  for  rest. 
As  she  pondered  the  words  of  her  daughter, 

Sweet  words  that  had  come  from  afur, 
Till  tliey  glowed  in  the  sky  of  her  sadness, 

With  the  beauty  of  Hethlelu'in's  star. 

12  Peace  tenderly  folded  its  pinions 

O'er  her  heart,  where  the  young  child  lay; 
A  wondrous  sweetness  enthralled  her; 

She  looked !  and  behold  I   it  was  day. 
And  thus  Kali  was  robbed  of  her  victim, 

For  .Fesus  had  broken  the  s|m'11. 
And  saved  both  the  child  and  the  mother, 

By  the  story  that  Christians  tell. 

MRS.   r.   Sr-RTIM. 

In  "  Good  Times." 


THE    LEOPARD   CUBS; 

1  Out  in  the  offing  lay  the  ship, 

One  tropic  summer  day, 
That  was  to  iK'ar  the  teacher  home-^ 

Three  thousand  miles  away  ; 
Ami  gathered  for  a  last  farewell, 

Aroiuid  him  pressed  a  crowd 
Of  dusky  followers  on  the  beach. 

Who  wept  an<l  sobbed  aloud. 

2  Upon  the  surf  the  native  boat. 

Waiting  to  waft  him  o'er 
The  whittM'apped  breakers,  cliurne<l  and  chafed 

Against  tin-  pebbly  shore. 
His  soul  was  sad  with  toil  and  pain. 

So  lati'ly  had  he  won 
From  rites  of  fetich  savagery 

These  children  of  the  sun. 

3  Hut  soon  tht>  last  gcMMl-bye  wa.s  said. 

For  he  mu>t  Im-  allo:»i  ; 
And  with  a  prayer  u|M)n  his  lips 

lie  stepped  into  the  l>i)at  ; 
And  stopping.  Iieanl  a  cry,  and  saw 

Come  rushing  ti'er  the  sand 
A  lad  who  hrld  a  Ieo|)ard-Cub 

Alitfl  in  either  hand. 


"  Mas*  Teacher,  see  !   De  mudder  bea«t. 

Me  watch  her  go, —  den  uj) 
Ml-  creep  into  dc  den  and  fetch 

I)e  littlt!  spotted  ]iup  ; 
Dis  ebery  ting  me  hab  to  bring 

For  pay  de  caj)tain  fee  ; 
Me  want  to  learn  big  Knglish  so, 

Wid  you  across  do  sea  ! 
"  Mas'  Teaclier  !   t^ike  de  l>oy  along  ! 

De  pu|»s  dey  no  shall  bite  ; 
Me  keep  him  in  me  boxim  close. 

An'  watch  him  day  an  night. 
De  'Meriky  man.  he  buy  him  glail ; 

Dollars  .in'  dollars  jiay. 
Me  know  big  Knglish, —  nu>  go  teach 

Hig  Knglish  den,  some  day." 
Dim-eyed  the  teacher  left  the  sliore, 

An<l  o'er  the  breakers'  swell 
He  still  could  .see  the  (irelM)  lad. 

As  rose  tiie  Iwat  and  fell. 
Lying  in  silent,  hojx'less  grief, 

Stretched  out  U|M)n  the  sands. 
While  in  his  breast  the  leopanl  cubs 

Isesticd  and  lieked  his  hands. 

MAROARKT  1-  PRCDTnN.  Lezinfton,  Va..  11 


"WHAT   WILL   YOU    GIVE? 

First  Girl— 

There's  a  call  from  the  far-off  heathen  land. 
Oh  I  what  can  you  give  for  the  great  demand  ? 

All— 

We  have  not  wealth  like  the  rich  man's  store. 
We  will  give  —  ourselves;  we  have  nothing  more. 

Second  Girl — 

I  will  give  —  my  feet,  they  shall  go  and  go. 
Till  the  heathen's  story  the  world  shall  know. 

Third  Girl— 

I  will  give  —  my  hands,  till  their  work  shall  turn 
To  the  gold  I  have  not, —  but  can  earn. 

Fourth  Gin — 

I  will  give  —  my  eyes,  the  story  to  read 

Of  the  heathen's  sorrow,  the  heathen's  need. 

Fifth  Girl— 

I  will  give — my  tongue,  that  story  to  tell. 
Till  Cliristian  hearts  shall  with  jiitv  swell. 

Sixth  Girl— 

We  have  little  to  give,  but,  by  and  bv. 
We  may  hear  a  call  from  the  N'oice  on  high* 
"  To  i>ear  My  gos|H.l  o'er  land  and  .se:i. 
Into  the  woritl  — go  ye!  go  vo  I   ' 

All  {ven/  .tlo^rf)/  and  snlfmnhj) — 

Though  of  silver  and  gold  wi-  have  none  at  all, 
Wc  will  give  ourselves,  if  we  hear  that  call. 

■BA.  M.  a  r.  oLtn*. 
Wnm  "  OoiV^  la  all  Uad* 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED   SONO. 


THE    FOUR    RUPEES. 


1  A  pift  has  come  to  us  over  seas, 

A  fjiit  of  beautiful.  l)rij.'lit  rupees  ;  ' 

And  wlio  do  you  tliiiik  has  seut  us  these  ? 

2  Was  it  one  of  the  rajahs,  rich  and  grand, 
Wlio  live  in  that  wonderful,  far-olf  land — 
Tiie  land  of  simoom  and  sun  and  sand  'i 

3  Or  was  it  some  Brahmin,  who  has  thrown 
Forever  away  his  gods  of  stone. 

And  worships  the  Christian's  God  aloue  ? 

4  Or  was  it  tlie  Viceroy,  who  controls 
The  destiny  of   those  million  souls 
From  Kyber  to  where  the  lloogley  rolls  ? 

5  Nay,  none  of  them  all  ; —  nay,  none  of  tlicse 
Has  sent  us  this  royally  of  rupees 

From  that  strange  sun-laud  over  seas. 

6  Who  was  it  then  ? —  Listen,  and  I  will  tell ; 
For  surely  'tis  something  to  ponder  well. 
Till  the  truth  of  it  makes  our  bosoms  swell. 

7  'T  was  an  eight  year-old,  brown-faced  Hindu  lad 
Made  gift  of  the  four  rupees  he  had. 

To  help  us  at  home :  for  he  was  so  sad, 

8  Because  he  had  heard  his  teacher's  fear, 
That  the  work  of  the  children,  over  here, 
Might  wan»with  the  waning  of  the  year. 

9  And  therefore  he  brought  his  four  rupees. 
And  eagerly  whispered, —  "  Sahib,  ])lease 
Send  this  for  the  work  beyond  the  seas !  " 

10  Sweet,  innocent  faith,  that  did  not  doubt 
That  his  four  rupees  would  help  us  out 

Of  the  troubles  that  compass  our  work  about ! 

11  Ah!  think  of  it.  Christian  children! — Can 
You  let  this  heathen  of  Hindustan 

Do  more  than  you  for  his  fellow-man  ? 

12  Christ  save  tliis  orphan,  who  of  his  store 
Gave  all  to  aid  us  ;  and  may  His  four 
Rupees  increase  to  a  thousand  more  ! 

MAKOA&ET  J.  FBESION,  Lexiuglou,  V«k. 


3  "  And  once,  when  the  daily  march  was  o'er, 
As,  tired,  I  sat  in  my  tented  door, 

Hope  failed  me  as  never  it  failed  before. 

4  "  In  swarming  city,  at  wayside  fane. 

By  tile  Indus'  bank,  on  the  scorching  plain, 
I  had  taught,  and  my  teaching  all  seemed  vain. 

5  "  No  glimmer  of  light  (I  sighted)  appears  ; 
The  Moslem's  fate  and  the  liuddhist's  fears 
Have  gloomed  their  worshii)  tiiis  tiiousand  years. 

6  "  For  Christ  and  His  trutli  I  stand  alone 

In  the  midst  of  millions, —  a  sand-grain  blown 
Against  yon  temple  of  ancient  stone 

7  "  As  soon  may  level  it !  Faith  forsook 
My  soul,  as  I  turned  on  the  pile  to  look ; 
Then,  rising,  my  saddened  way  I  took 

8  "  To  its  lofty  roof,  for  the  cooler  air. 

I  gazed  and  marveled  ;  how  crumbled  were 
The  walls  I  had  deemed  so  firm  and  fair ! 

9  "  For,  wedged  in  a  rift  of  the  massive  stone, 
Mort  plainly  rent  by  its  roots  alone, 

A  beautiful  peepul-tree  had  grown ; 

10  "Whose  gradual  stress  would  still  expand 
The  crevice,  and  topple  upon  the  sand 

The  temple,  while  o'er  its  wreck  should  stand 

11  "  The  tree  in  its  living  verdure  I —  Who 

Could  compass  the  thought  ? — The  bird  that  flew 
Hitherward,  drojiping  a  seed  that  grew, 

12  "  Did  more  to  shiver  this  ancient  wall 
Than  earthquake, —  war, —  simoom, —  or  all 
The  centuries,  iu  their  lapse  and  fall ! 

13  "  Then  I  knelt  by  the  riven  granite  there. 
And  my  soul  shook  off  its  weight  of  care. 
As  my  voice  rose  clear  on  the  tro2)ic  air. 

14  "  The  living  seeds  I  have  dropped  remain 

In  the  cleft ;  Lord,  quicken  with  dew  and  rain, 
Then  temple  and  mosque  shall  be  rent  iu  twain  ! '' 

MAKOAKET  J.   PRESTON. 


TWO    AND    ONE. 


7  A    BIRD'S    MINISTRY. 

[RecitsttoD  for  one  of  the  older  members.] 

1  From  his  home  in  an  eastern  bungalow, 
In  sight  of  the  everlasting  snow 

Of  the  grand  Himalayas,  row  on  row, 

2  Thus  wrote  my  friend  : 

"  I  lia«l  traveled  far 
From  the  Afghan  towers  of  Candaliar, 
Through  the  saud-white  plains  of  Siude-Sagar  ; 


1  Two  little  feet  have  we. 

Two  little  hands  to  work  for  God  above. 

Two  little  eyes  to  see, 
Two  little  lii)s  to  speak  of  Jesus'  love. 

2  One  little  brain  and  heart 

To  think  and  feel  how  we  may  serve  the  Lord, 

Oh  I  may  we  do  our  part, 
And  ever  wait,  dear  Father,  on  Thy  woi-d. 


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SING    OF    HIS    LOVE. 

"Because  Thy  loringkiuJuess  is  belter  thau  lifo,  my  lii>9  sliall  praise  The«."— 
rsiil:iilxiil:  3. 

1  My  soul  woultl  toll  of  the  Saviour's  love 

To  all  t!ie  world  around  ine  ; 
For  lie  U'lt  His  j^lorious  honu;  above, 
And  lie  sought  for  me  and  found  me. 
Chorus. — "We'll  sinn  of  His  love! 

Exalt  His  holy  name  forever; 
For  liis  lovini,'-kindness  is  still  the  same, 
And  His  goodness  faileth  never. 

2  His  love  shall  gather  each  happy  voice 

In  glad  and  grateful  chorus; 
And  in  grief  and  pain  still  our  souls  rejoice, 
For  we  feel  His  shadow  o'er  us. 

3  Oh!  sing  His  love  to  the  lands  afar, 

The  news  of  grace  abounding ; 
Let  it  float  in  gladness  from  star  to  star, 
O'er  the  waves  of  life  resounding. 

4  Then  sing  once  more  of  that  wonilrous  theme. 

His  love  exceeding  measure; 
Let  it  Hll  our  hearts,  let  it  reign  supreme. 
As  our  best,  our  brightest  treasure. 

PKI.HCILLA  J.   OWKSg. 

Set  to  miuic  by  E.  S.  Loreiiz.  ia  "  Holy  Voices." 

OH  1    SEND   THE    BIBLE. 

C.  M. 

"  Lift  up  B  standard  for  the  people." 

1  Oh!  send  the  Hible  out  to  all; 

Its  blessing  to  each  heart. 
To  hush  the  stormy  j)assions  here. 
And  peace,  sweet  peace  impart. 
Chorus. — Oh!  send  it  out  1  Oh  I  send  it  out! 
Across  the  distant  sea; 
Till  hungry  millions  shall  receive 
Its  truth,  so  full  and  free. 

2  Oh  !  send  the  Bible  out  to  all ; 

'Tis  Christ's  divine  command, 

To  preach  the  Gospel  everywhere; 

Then  give  with  generous  hand. 

3  Oh  I  send  the  Bible  out  to  all  — 

The  weary  captive  one. 
Who  sutVers  'ne;ith  the  tyrant's  power,       ^ 
May  kuow  the  pardoning  Son. 

UK8.   D.   E.   KNnwLKS. 
Set  to  music  by  C.  E.  Piillock. 
Copyright,  1883.  by  Emnuk  Pitt, 
In  "  Gospel  Light." 

JESUS    IS    KING. 

1  Love's  blessed  evangel  sang  angels  to  men, 
'T  is  ours  to  repeat  the  sweet  story  agiiin. 
Till  city  and  hamlet,  and  mountain  and  glen. 

Shall  know  that  our  Jesus  is  King. 

2  To  lead  on  the  host  is  the  mission  of  few, 

The  ranks  must  be  filled  by  the  willing  and  tnie; 
Oh!  see!  at  your  door  there  is  sonicthiiig  to  tlo 
For  Jesus  your  Saviour  and  King. 


3  We  can  pray  while  we  sing,  for  the  dark  lieathen  land 
Where  sisters  we  cherish  unshrinkingly  stand, 
And  lift  np  the  Cross  with  unfaltering  hand. 

With  praises  to  Jesus  our  King 

4  We  can  give  of  our  money,  our  talents,  our  time. 
To  speed  on  the  work  in  some  dark  heathen  ( Inne, 
Till  the  "  uttermost  isles  "  swell  the  anthem  sublime 

To  Jesus,  all-conquering  King. 

KETTIB   A.    ELOAM. 

HiuDeapolia,  Ulnii. 


ANGELS    ARE    WAITING. 

(Tune—"  Wf  are  ipatrMng,  i«  are  uxiiting  "  or  "  .Vrmoria  qf  Sarth."^ 

"Are  they  not  all  ministering  spirits,  sent  forth  to  minister  for  thcui  who  shail 

be  heirs  of  salvation." 

1  Thev  are  waitiii<j  for  th(>  coming; 

Angels  on  the  other  shore  ; 
Waiting  to  nsceive  the  ransomed. 

When  the  storms  of  life  are  o'er. 
Skmi-chouus. 
Watching  at  the  shining  portals. 

Of  our  Father's  mansion  fair; 
They  will  strike  their  harps  of  glory. 

They  will  bid  us  welcome  there. 
Full  chorus. 
They  are  waiting,  waiting,  waiting. 

Angels  on  the  other  shore ; 
Waiting  to  receive  the  ransomed, 

When  the  storms  of  life  are  o'er. 

2  They  are  waiting  for  the  aged. 

Those  who  long  the  way  have  trod : 
W^aiting  for  the  poor  in  spirit, 

Rich  in  faith  and  love  to  God. 

Semi-chorus. 

For  the  young  and  valiant  soldiers, 

Who  have  nobly  borne  their  j)art; 
For  the  self-denying  Christian, 

For  the  meek,  the  pure  in  heart. 

3  'lliey  are  waiting  for  the  heralds. 

Who  in  distant  lands  proclaim 
Life  eternal,  free  salvation. 

Through  a  dying  Saviour's  name; 
Waiting  for  the  silent  mourner. 

For  the  weary  and  oppressed. 
Who  have  borne  their  Cross  with  patience, 

And  are  going  home  to  rest. 

4  In  the  sunny  vales  of  Kden. 

By  the  river,  clear  and  bright. 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  planted, 

.\nil  our  faith  is  lost  to  sight ; 
We  shall  join  the  "Church  Triumphant," 

Free  from  .sorrow,  toil,  and  care : 
Every  tie  again  united. 

There  will  he  no  parting  there. 

MIIS      VAN    Al  "TYKE. 

From  "SiTiKinff  rilnriri)  ' 
l\v.  Pbilip  PUUlIp^ 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


REJOICE  WITH  JESUS  CHRIST  TO-DAY. 


(MISSION AKY  JUBILEE  HYMN.  laa.  liii :  U.) 


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340 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


JESUS   SAID;   "'YE    ARE   THE    LIGHT   OF 
THE    WORLD." 

"  For  ye  wera  lomcUmo  darkucss,  but  iiov  arc  ye  light  Id  the  wnrld.    Walk  aa 
cbllOrgu  u(  lit,'ht. " 

1  Li^ht!  lijjlit!  the  heartK-ry  of  a  darkened  world; 
F(jr  o'er  its  millions  Satan  lias  unfurled 

His  flaij  of  foulest  hlaekness,  that  no  ray 

From  the  great  sun  may  bring  one  glanee  of  day. 

2  Yet  light  lias  come,  the  light  has  grandly  hi^amed, 
And  rent  that  (lag  of  death,  where'er  it  gleamed; 
Flooded  with  life  and  heauty  former  wastes, 
And  onward  toward  the  thickest  darkness  hastes. 

3  JListes,  yet  whole  nations  cower  underneath 
Tht!  heavy  death-folds  of  that  Hag,  nor  iireathe 
One  breath  of  freedom's  air,  but  writhe  and  sigh 
"^lore  light!  "   O  Source  divine,  heed  Thou  our  cry. 

4  ^lake  us  reflections  of  Thyself,  sweet  Light, 
That  we  may  send  into  those  realms  of  night 
True  day-beams,  which  shall  rend  the  Hag  in  twain, 
Beneath  whose  folds  our  kindred  long  have  lain. 

MKS.    1,.    L.    NEWELL. 

Rochester,  Miuu,    1880, 


A    SONG    OF   EXULTATION. 

1  A  Saviour,  a  Saviour !    Proclaim  the  glad  tidings, 

R.'souud  it  afar  through  earth's   spacious  domain, 
Till  each  echo  that  now  is  in  silence  abiding. 

Has  caught  and  re-echoed  the  wonderful  strain. 
Till  every  soul  wending  earth's  ways,  sadly  bending 

Beneath  heavy  crosses  of  suffering  and  sin, 
Hears,  and  in  humble,  implicit  conliding, 

Hastens  its  part  of  the  theme  to  begin. 

2  A  Saviour,  a  Siviour !  No  longer  in  anguish 

We  sadly  must  languish,  o'er  burdened  with  guilt, 
A  ransom  was  offered,  a  sacrifice  proffered. 

The  blood  of  the  sinless  for  sinners  was  spilt; 
The  mountains  have  rended,  the  victims  ascended, 

The  sword  sharp  for  vengeance  in  its  scabbard  is 
laid. 
We,  freely  forgiven,  accepted  of  Heaven, 

No  longer  by  fear  or  by  doubt  are  dismayed. 

3  A  Saviour,  a  Saviour  !   now  graciously  pleading, 

For  us  interceding,  with  tcnderest  love, 
Urging  humanity  for  moral  frailty. 

Sharing  our  sorrows.  His  pity  to  prove; 
With  us  abiding  and  tenderly  chiding. 

Wherever  we  wander  away  from  the  way ; 
Guarding  and  guiding,  and  never  deriding, 

Though  from  His  love  we  rebelliously  stray. 

4  A  Saviour,  a  Saviour !   with  awe  we  adore  Him, 

And  bow  at  His  name,  with  exultant  accord. 
Our  homage  we,  olTcr.  our  services  |)roffiT. 

And  gratefully  claim  Him  our  INIasiir.  our   Lord; 
His  kind  mediation  secures  our  salvation. 

And  we  of  the  laws  arc^  no  longer  afraid  ; 
No  gr.oce  H(i  denies  us,  but  freely  sup;iii('s  us, 

So  long  as  oa  Him  our  affections  arc  stayed. 


A  Saviour,  a  Saviour !  O  mortals,  receive  Him, 

Own  Him  your  Messiah,  Redeemer  and  King, 
With  cherubs  and  seraphs  and  highest  archangels, 

Unite  in  glad  concert.  His  praises  to  sing. 
His  cross  high  upholding.  His  glory  unfolding, 

Lispired  by  His  woii<lerful  mercy  and  love, 
In  meek  adfuation,  with  d«nout  exultation. 

Press  ou  till  ye  view  Him  in  glory  above. 

ANUKLI.NA  FULLER. 

THE    LAST   COMMAND. 

1  Soft  floating  on  the  Syrian  breeze,  a  voice 
Serene  is  heard.     As  earnest  tones  oft  greet 
The  ear,  in  cadence  low,  so  fall  in  rhythmic 
Measure,  words  that  burn  into  the  very 
Souls  of  those  wlio  listen. 

2  In  that  upper 

Chamber  where  the  eleven  are  gathered,  comes  the 
Sacred  message  from  the  risen  Master's 
Loving  heart.     Love  for  a  sinful  world  !  Love 
For  a  ruined  race  !  Sad  are  the  deep,  dark 
Eyes,  and  jiale  the  visage  of  the?  holy. 
The  anointed  Son  of  God  ;  for  Israel, 
His  people,  race  chosen  of  the  Father, 
Had  the  Son  rejected.     Saddest  of  all 
Sad  days  for  them,  but  joy  suj)reme  for  us, 
O  gentile  world  ! 

3  Listen  !  the  Master  speaks. 

"  Go  ye  thro'  all  the  world  and  preach  the 
Gospel  to  all  men  !   Baptize  them  in 
The  name  of  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost; 
And  lo  I  with  you,  forever,  I  abide." 
Seraphs  and  angels  viewed  the  scene,  methink's 
Well  j)leased,  and  bore  aloft  to  Heaven  the 
Tidings  glad,  that  ])ard()n  full  and  free  was 
Offered  to  all  dwellers  here  below.     Then 
Must  again  the  morning  stars  have  sang  rich 
Strains  of  melody,  and  shouts  of  joy 
Resounded  erstwhile  thro'  the  dome  of  Heaven. 
But  not  without  keen  thorns  and  luggi'd  ways 
Were  beset  the  lives  of  those  who  cheerfully 
Obeyed  the  Saviour's  mandate.      Still  on  they 
Toiled,  sowing  the  precious  seed  in  love. 
Leaving  results  with  Him  who  waters  and 
Gives  increase.     They  bore  in  ])atience  and 
Submission  meek,  contempt  and  taunting  jest, 
Imi>risonment  and  cruel  stocks,  for  sake 
Of  Christ.     Well  knew  they  Him  on  whom  their 

trust 
Was  stayed.     Ne'er  could    the  chosen    few   forge* 
The  sight,  as  He  ascended  to  the  \>aiting 
Father.      Many  who  lu-anl  the  pri-adied 
Word,  beliex'ed,  and  gave  tliem.-elv(  s  with  all  they 
Had.  to  aid  the  Master's  cause.      Ollieis  with 
Scotlings  and  derisions  rude,  were  Munibliii;:- 
Blocks  of  dire  offenct?  to  those  who  might  have 
Come  unto  the  waters,  and  drank  freely 
Of  unbounded  love  aud  mercy.     Stands  thus 


FOREIGN  MISSIONS.    SONOS,  READINGS  AND  RECITATIONS  FOR   YOUNO  LADIES'  SOCIETIES.      341 


Th«  holy  Oiiuso  tcwlay. 

Soini!  oIl'iT  si'lf  and  all  they  have  to 

8|»iia<l  alu'oud  the  news   of  joy  atul  peace.     Some 

Will  not  sec,  but  blindly  t^ropt',  and  Jiced  not 

Christ's  injuni'tion  to  His  followers  all.     Others 

Sit  tlown  iu  ease  and  apathy,  content 

To  li't  the  work  proj^ress,  so  no  disturbing 

KliiUiMit,  or  call  for  aid,  distracts  the 

Quiet  tenure  of    tiu;ir  lives. 

"  At  ease  in 
Zion  !     What  are  souls  to  them  ?     Rest  they  on 
Ilo-ies  wliile  tlie  world  is  dyinj'."     Nations 
In  profoundtst  darkness  lie,  pUadinj; 
For  help,  acrt)S3  tlu;  dark  expanse  of 
Sea.     At  ease  in  Zion  !     How  can  souls  redeemed 
Tluis  sit  on  iiUe  couch  of  luxury, 
While  perish  millions  for  the  bread  of  life  ! 
At  eas(!  in  Zion  !     No  love  for  Him  who 
Bravecl  life's  sorrows  and  man's  hate,  to  lift  up 
To  the  fjati'S  of  bliss,  all  who  acce|)t 
Salvation's  oilers  full  and  free.     No  care 
To  heed  the  last  command, — 
No  love  for  all  the 

Earth,  but  selfishly  rcgardin^j  just  this 
Little  splicre  in  which  w<!  daily  dwell. 
No  zeal  to  spread  His  word  and  truth    to   heathen 
Tell.     ••  Knoui,di  to  do  at  home  I"     Up!  Up!  and 
Do  it,  then  !      Why  linj^er  ye  in  all  the 
Plain?      Haste!   be  about  the  Master's  work,  that 
{);.;an  depths  will  have  to  be  o'ercrosse«l,  ere 
O.ie  be  found  who  is   not  Christ's,   redeemed   and 
Saved  by  precious  blood  alone. 

4  "  But  how 
Believe  ?  "  say  some.     How  comes  the  faith  that 

leaves 
All  else  behind  and  works  for  God  and  souls  ? 
How  reason  ye  the  matter?     As  a 
Faculty,  reason  far  below  faith  falls. 
Tho'  we  cannot  view  the  stars  in  daylight 
Fair,  the  stars  we  know  are  in  yon  heaven's 
Expanse,  just  as  at  nijiht.  and  "  we  can  call 
Them  thus  antl  thus,  by  lii^lit  of  science  ;  "     So 
By  faith,  the  li;^ht  of  those  who  walk  in 
Christian  fellowship  and  love,  we  know  God 
Sent  His  only  Son,  beloved  al)ove  all 
Else,  to  sutler  ij;nominiuus  a<;ony 
Upon  the  cross  that  we  mij^ht  be 
U  deemt^il.      By  faith  we  know  He  rose,  and 
11  ;i;ineth  with  the   Father  infinite. 
Compassionate,  and  full  of  tender  love 
To  f  dlen  man.      In  faith  we  tjike  the  bread 
And  wine,  blest  end)lems  of   His  broken  Ixxly 
And  slied  bio  >d,  nor  doubt  the  duty  boundcn 
Oil  us,  nor  tho  wondrous  poixl  derived  from 
Thus  partakiu'^.      Yet  of  these  same  ones. 
Devout  and  full  of  love,  some  seem  to  doubt 
Our  duty    and    high    privilege    to    obey    the    last 

command 
Of  Christ,  which,  once  obeyed  by  followers 


Of  Him,  brought  nnto  us  the  story  of 
The  cross  ;   the  story  of  redemption,  which 
I'unhaseil  e'en  for  us  salvation. 

At  ease 
In  Zion  I    I'ardon,  dear  I^oril !  the  ease  in 
Which  we  tlwell.      Arouse,  by  Thine  almighty 
Pow'r.  the  Kluml>'rihg  ones.      Maki;  us  to  know  and 
Heed  Thy  la>t  connnand.      I'se  us 
Tt)  hasti-  the  lime  when  all  shall   know   Thee  and 
Thy  risen  Son  who  reigneth  with  Thee  in 
The  courts  of  radiant  glory.      Help  ns  to 
Comprehend  the  joyous  fact  that  if  souls 
Be  led,  thro'  us,  from  sin's  dark  <loom  into 
The  light  of  that  alxide  "  whose  bright  foundations 
Are  the  height^i  of    Heaven,"    'twill    be   of    more 

avail 
To  us  when  done  with  earth,  than  to   have  gained 

the 
Plaudits  of  the  world,  won  fairest  fame,  or 
Called  our  own,  the  bounteous  wealth  of  land  and 

seu. 

MMi.  uen.  CLINTON  hmitii. 
»l>iiuk-fl>  I  J.  IU.,  1484. 


NOW    AND    AFTERWARD. 

•'  NcTurtbeleH,  ftftenrard."    Heb.  xii :  U. 
(Tuiie— ".IfortKJt,"  or  "Rt/tn/t.") 

1  Now,  the  sowing  and  the  wee|)ing, 

Working  hard  and  waiting  long; 
Afterward  the  golden  reaping. 
Harvest  home  and  "irateful  sonff. 

2  Now,  tlie  pruning,  sharp,  unsparing ; 

Scattered  blossom,  bleeding  slumt ! 
Afterward,  the  i)lenteous  bearing 
Of  the  Master's  pleasant  fruit. 

3  Now,  the  plunge,  the  briny  burden. 

Blind,  faint  gropings  in  the  sea; 
Afterward,  tin;   pearly  guerdon 
That  shall  make  the  diver  free. 

4  Now,  the  long  and  toilstime  duty 

Stone  by  stone  to  carve  and  bring ; 
Afterward,  the  perfect  Iwauty 
Of  the  palace  of  the  King. 

5  Now.  the  tuning  and  the  t(  nsion. 

Wailing  minors,  discord  strong  ; 
Afterward,  the  grand  ascension 
Of  the  Alleluia  song. 

6  Now.  (he  spirit  conflict-riven. 

Wounded  heart,  une.]ual  strife; 
Afterward,  tin-  triumph  given. 

And  the  victor's  crown  of  life. 
''   Now.  the  tniining.  str;inge  and  lowly. 

Unexplained  ami  tedifius  now; 
Aft«"rward.  the  service  holy. 

And  the  M:istcr's  "  Ent«T  thou  !  " 

TUAXtSM   RIDLKT    IIATKRIIAI. 


FOREias  .vissio.ys.    su.y(;s,  ukadisus  a.vv  i:l'citatiu\.s  fuh  Yucsa  lauies-  .■<(>rii:riKs.     .;4j 

THE   TREES    OF   THE    BIBLE.  are  witlierc*! :  bffaus«'  joy  is   witlnTrd  away   from   tlic 

sons  of  men." — [.loi-l  i  :    12. 
|Furoia«rpu,.ii.|  Stoeiith.—  AfUT  w.nU  of  soU'tiin  wariiiug 

All. —  Lot  us  look  tliroujj'h  sacrrtl  story,  To  llio  |h'0|iI(*  in  tlii-ir  f.'u\. 

Song  ami  psalm,  until  wi-  see,  Then  wliai  liopf,  like  ^jlcanis  of  dawning, 

III  tlu'ir  biauty  ami  tluir  glory,  Tliroiigli  tin-  i)ro|)lnt'h  voii-o  Hows  in  ? 

Forms  of  many  a  fair,  gr.-c-ii  tree  :  An»\rer.—  "  Hut  y<-t  in  it  sliail  Ix-  a  t.-ntli,  aii<l  it  bliail 

Trt'is  tliat  shailrd  saints  and  .sag»-s,  nturn.     As  a  Tkii.-tukk  and  as  an   Oak.  wliost-  hul>- 

Trccs  that  wavfd  wlu  iv  pro|)li.-ts  trod,  stanct-  is  in   tin  in   u  lien   tin-y  cjist  tinir  Icavi-s  .   mi  the 

Trees  that  lived  throu-h  all  the  ages,  holv  M-e.l  shall  he  the  hubstanee  tiiereof."—  [Isa.  vi:    13. 
In  the  ancient  Word  of  CJo.!.  ' Ki.jhth.-  Unto  Israel  returning. 

First.—  "When  the  captives  wept  for  Zion,  H.-ar  the  j.romi.M-  of  hirt  Lord  ; 

For  her  power  and  glory  gone,  Gwi  to  His  dear  cliildren  turning. 

What  fair  tree,  witii  drooping  branches,  S|)eaks  to  them  what  preci(ju>  word  ? 

Hung  they,  sad,  their  harps  upon  ?  Ansxcer.—  "  I  will  be  as  the  dew  unto  I>niel  ,    he 

An»xc€T. —  "By  the  rivers  of   Babylon   then^   we   sat  shall  grow  as  the  lily,  and  c:i.st  forth  his  roots  as    Liiia- 

down.  yea,  we  wept,  when  we  remembered   Zion.      We  non  ;  Ins  branches  shall  spread,  and  his  beauty  shall  lie 

hanged  our  harps  nj)on  the  Wili.ow's."-[1*s.  cxxxvii:  i.  as  the  Olivk-tickk." —  [.Joel  xiv  .  5,  G. 

{Second. —  When  the  prophet  sang  the  story,  JS^inth. —  When  Go<i  called  the  "weeping  prophet,'" 

Zion's  grandeur  yet  to  be.  When  lie  said,  "What  dost  thou  see  ?  " 

Sang  her  beauty  and  her  glory.  Lifting  u|>  liis  eyes,  what  saw  lie-  't 

8{)ake  he  then  of  any  tree  ?  Spring's  first  brightly-l)looniing  tree. 

^/i^jrer.— "  The  \i\ov\  of  Lebanon  shall  come  unto        Ansiccr.—  '-Thn  word  of  the   Lord  came  unto  me, 

thee,  the  FiK-TKKK.  the  Tink-thke  and  the  Box  tot'eth-  s.iying.  .Jeremiah,  what  seest  thou  ?      And   I   said,  I   .seo 

er,  to  beautify  the  place  of  my  sanctuary."— [Isa-lx":  13.  a  roil  of  an  Almuxd-tukk."— [.ler.   i:   ii. 

37ti>c/.— When  he  gives  the  invitation,  Tenth.— \\\wn  Elijah's  spirit  failed  him, 

Come,  ve  thirsting,  thirst  no  more,  And  he  asked  that  he  might  die. 

How,  in  jovful  proclamation.  When  the  angel  touched  and  hailed  him. 

Tells  he"of  the  good  in  store?  'Neath  what  <lid  Klijah  lie? 

^«.s-.rer.— "  Instead  of    the  Tiioux  shall   come  up  ,  ^"^'f^r.- But  he  himself  went  a  day's  journey  into 

the  Fii:-r.u,K.  and  instea.l  of  the  Bkiku  shall  come  up  ^''«  wdderness,  and  came  and  sat  down  under  a  .Iimi-kic- 

the  MvKTi.K.-ruKE,  and  it  shall  be  to  the   Lord  for  u  tkkk  ;  and  he_re.,uested  for  hm,self  that  he  might  die. 


name." —  [Isa.  Iv  :   13. 


—  [i.  Kings  xix  :  4. 
Eleoenth. —  When  the  Lord  <lirected  David 


Fourth. —  What  says  he,  when  men,  forsaking  „           ,       ,    , 

Go<l  most  high,  the  living  Lonl,  ^,0"^  to  battle  how  to  go. 

Out  of  W00.1  their  go<ls  ar  "making  0  et;  again>t  what  trees,  then  said  He, 

That  can  never  speak  a  word.  ,                     ,}  ''^■>'  "'"'"''^  '•^""'^  "1'*^"  !''^'  «';^' '  „ 

,                      ,,    ,          ,,.,>-,                    ,     ,  Ansirer. —  "Lome  upon  them  over  against  tlie   Mt  i.- 

An-<^^cer.-  "  He  heweth  him  .h.wi,  C  ki.aks,  and  tak-  „^.,j,t,.-ruKKS.     And  it  shall  be  when  thou  shah   hear  a 

eth  the  CvruKss  and  the  Oak,  vyh.ch  he  strengtheneth  g,„„„,  .,f  ^oing  in  the  top  of  the  Mii.nKUHV-TKKt>,  that 

for  hnnsolt  among  the  trees  ot   the  forest ;  he  planteth  th,.„  thou  shalt  go  out  to  battle."- [i  fhron.  xiv:  14.15. 

an  Asii,  and  tile  rain  doth  nourish  It.     .    .    .     He  mak-  _,     ...        ,,,,                  ,                      .    , 

eth  a  god  and  worshippeth  iu"—  [Isa.   xliv  :   14,  15.  TweljVi.—  W  hat  tree,  that  now  on  Lebauou 

;,.^.,,        -^      ,     ,   ,,         ,                .       ,        .  In  solemn  beautv  reigiis, 

I  ijth.-  On  the  hills  and  mountains,  burning  j,,  j,,,.    ^^^,„,  ,,^^^^  ;,f  Solomon 

Incense  unto  gmls  thus  made,  (^^^^^^    ,i,.,.^  „•  „„  ,,,^.     ..^j,,^^ 

Israel,  far  from  Zion  turning.  Another  tr.e,  whose  branches  bore 

Sought  what  trees  most  [ileasant  shade  .-^  jii  .^  ^.^^  litrr  dav 

Aris^wer. —  "They  sacrilice  upon  the  tops  of  the  nioun-  Zacrlieus.  wh(»  ran  On  lx>foro. 

tains,  and  burn  incense  upon  the  hills,  under  Oaks  and  Wiien  .lesus  passed  that  wav. 

I'oiM.AUs    and    Klms,  because  the  shallow  thereof    is  ^/jairer.— "And  the  C'EiiAK-rKKK.!?   made' he  a.4  the 

good." — [Hos.   iv  :    13.  Sviamouk-trees  that  are  in   the  hiw  plains  in  abund- 

Sixth. —  When  another  prophet  telleth  aiice." "And  Zaccheus  ran  Ix'fore  and 

Of  Ood's  judgments,  falling  fast,  climbed  up  into  a  .Sycamouk-tkee  to  see  Jesus." — [ii. 

While  his  heart  with  sorrow  swelleth,  (hroii.  i\  :   27;    Luke  xix:   4. 

How  speaks  he  of  glories  past?  Thirteenth. -\\'\\x\  trc-s  that  Hiram  sent,  with  gold 

Ansicer. —  "The  Vim:  is  <lried  up.  and  tin-  Fi<;-tkek  Fnun  far  across  the  seas, 

languislieth  ;   the  l'«>MK.i;itANATK-TUKK,  the  Talm-Tuke  Made  terraces,  as  we  are  tnUl, 

also,  and  the  Ai'I'I.e-ikee,  even  all  tJiu  trees  of  the  field  2ssi.A  harps  and  psalteries  ? 


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An^voer. —  And  tlio  kiair  made  of  the  Alcum-trees 
terraces  l<>  tlu-  liouse  of  the,  J^onl." 
Jl'ourteenlh. — Of  wliat  trees  did  ICzekiel  write, 
Stroiiji,  beautiful  ami  fair, 
Wlien  tiie  Assyria's  strengtli  and  might 
And  beauty  would  declare  ? 
Answer. —  "  Tlie  Cedars  in  the  garden  of  God  could 
not  liidt!  him  ;  the  Fik-tkees  were  not  like  his  boughs; 
and  the  Ciiestnlt-trees*  were  not  like  liis  branches, 
nor  any  tree  in  the  garden  of  God  was  like  unto  him  in 
his  beauty." — [I'.zek.  xx.xi :  8. 
Fifteenth —  And  now  what  tree  more  fair  than  all 
May  priest  and  i)roj)het  see, 
And  yet  its  wondrous  leaves  may  fall 
To  bless  both  you  and  me  ? 
Ansicer. —  "  In  the  midst  of  the  street  of  it,  and  on 
either  side  of  the  river,  was  there  the  Tree  of  Life, 
which  bare  twelve  manner    of  fruits,  and    yielded  her 
fruit  every  month  ;  and  the  leaves  of  the  tree  were  for 
th(!  healing  of  the  nations." — [Rev.  xxii :    1,  2. 

♦  The  Chestnut  tree  of  the  Scriptures  is  the  Plane  tree,  auch  aa— 
"The  Persiau  adorned  with  mautels  aud  jewels." 

MRS.   M.   B.  C.  8LADK, 


BROIDERY-WORK. 

1  Beneath  the  desert's  rim  went  down  the  sun, 
And  from  the  tent-doors,  all  their  service  done, 
Came  forth  the  Hebrew  women,  one  by  one. 

2  For  liezaleel,  the  master,  who  had  rare 

And  curious  skill,  and  gifts  beyond  compare — 
(ireater  than  old  Misraim's  greatest  were  — 

3  Had  bidden  that  they  approach  at  his  command, 
As  on  a  goat-skin  spread  upon  the  sand 

He  sate,  and  saw  them  grouped  on  every  hand. 

4  And  soon,  as  came  to  pass,  a  silence  fell, 
He  spake  and  said  : — "  Daughters  of  Israel, 
I  bring  a  word  :   I  pray  ye  hearken  well. 

5  "  God's  tabernacle,  by  His  pattern  made, 
Stiall  fail  of  finish,  though  in  order  laid, 
Unless  ye  women  lift  your  hands  to  aid  !  " 

6  A  murmur  ran  the  crouched  assembly  through, 
As  each  her  veil  around  her  closer  drew — 

"  We  are  but  women  ! — what  can  women  do?" 

7  And  IJczaleel  made  answer:    "Not  a  man 
Of  all  our  tribes,  from  Judah  unto  Dan, 
Can  do  the  thing  that  just  ye  women  can  ! 

8  "  Tlie  gold  and  broidered  work  about  the  hem 

Of  the  priests'  robes — pomegranate,  knob  and  stem-^ 
Man's  clumsy  fingers  cannot  compass  them. 

9  "Th(!  sanctuary  curtains  that  must  wreathen  be 
And  bossi<l  with  cherubim — in  colors  three, 
lilue,  pur|)Ie,  scarlet — who  can  twine  but  ye? 

10  "Yours  is  the  very  skill  for  which  I  call; 

So  l)rin<i  your  cunning  needlework,  though  small 
"i'our  "'ifts  mav  seem:  the  Lord  hath  need  of  all!" 


110  Christian  women  !     For  the  temples  set 

Throughout  earth's  desert  lands — ilo  you  forget 
The  sanctuary  curtains  need  your  broidery  yet  ? 

MAAUARICT   J.   PRESTON. 
S.  S.  Times. 

THE    DISCIPLE'S    PRIVILEGE 

Acts  i :  6-8. 

1  "When,  Lord,  they  asked,  wilt  Thou  restore 
Thy  kingdom  to  Thy  tlock  onc(!  more  ? 
When  wilt  Thou  forth  a  coiupieror  ride, 
And  who  will  sit  on  either  sitle? 

Fresh  from  a  concpiest  greater  far 

Than  all  this  world's  poor  triumphs  are, 

Wh}'  should  not  He  who  rent  the  grave 

Messiah's  lesser  glories  have — 

A  crown,  a  throne,  a  victory, 

That  all  the  mocking  world  may  see  ? 

2  O  Love  divine  !     Thy  sweet  re[)ly 
Could  brighten  hope  in  every  eye — 
Could  lead  each  dreaming  spirit  forth 
To  tread  with  Thee  a  con(|iiered  earth ; 
Yet  fold  a  deeper  meaning  there 
Thau  any  human  heart  could  bear. 

Till  God's  own  hand  should  light  His  word, 
The  latest  promise  of  our  Lord. 

3  The  same  old  throng  is  climbing  yet 
The  sacred  steeps  of  Olivet; 

And  still  Christ's  little  flock  would  share 
His  counsels  as  they  do  His  care  ; 
And  patiently  He  answers  still 
Those  who  thus  seek  to  know  His  will : 
*'  Behold,  with  power  I  send  you  forth 
To  bear  my  gospel  o'er  the  earth. 
Jerusalem  shall  hear  your  song, 
And  Judah's  hills  the  strain  prolong, 
"Wliile  dark  Samaria's  crown  of  pride 
Shall  bow  before  the  Crucified, 
As,  wandering  forth  'neath  every  star, 
My  people  bear  my  standard  far ; 
Till  all  the  world  brings  tribute  meet 
To  lay  before  my  pierced  feet, 
In  every  land,  o'er  every  sea, 
'Y'^e  shall  be  witnesses  for  me.'  " 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit  I  touch  with  fire 
These  words,  which  kindle  new  desire; 
Open  to  blinded  eyes  once  more 

This  promise,  as  Tiiou  didst  of  yore  ; 
Li<i:ht  up  the  way  our  feet  nmst  go. 
Our  faith  to  prove,  our  love  to  show, 
And  lead  us  on,  whate'er  betide ; 
Break  Thou  each  dream  of  human  pride, 
And,  if  some  .sorrow  waits  to  prove 
How  strong  our  trust,  how  deep  our  love, 
If  heavenly  gain  bring  earthly  loss. 
If  Thou  wilt  lead  us  by  the  cross. 
Still,  still,  our  truest  joy  must  be 
That  we  may  witness.  Lord,  for  Thee ! 

HANNAH    MOIIE  JOHSROX 

In  "  Woniaii's  Work  for  Woiuan." 


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THE    MAIDEN'S    OFFERING. 

1  "What  shall  I  lay  on  tlu;  altar-shriiic. 

For  thu  laud  wlirri;  darkness  rfij,'ni;th  ? 
Across  llic  billows  arc  those  who  pinu 
For  liread  of  Lilu,  lor  the  Word  divine, 

And  the  love  of  Christ  coiistraiiieth. 

2  "  What  shall  I  jfjve  that  my  Lord  will  own, 

And  will  hltiss  to  thoir  salvation  ? 
What  precious  ihinij  that  is  mine  alone?" 
A  prayer  went  U|)  to  the  j^reat  white  throue. 

Or  a  thoniflit  of  imploration. 

3  (Jnly  a  monuMit  her  heart  rebelled. 

As  its  inner  de|ith   uncloses  ; 
For  yearnini,'s  fond  in  her  bosom  swelled 
For  shores  lliat  a  father's  ashes  held, 

For  the  slnulowed  Land  of  lloses. 

4  "Thine,  Thine,  dear  Lord,"  was  the  murmur  low. 

And  the  spirit-strife  was  ended. 
The  pale  cheek  tlushed  with  a  stranger  glow, 
The  snuU^  ilhiining  the  brow  of  snow, 

Was  a  beam  from  heav'u  descended. 

5  Her  locks  were  shorn,  and  the  price  in  gold 

Of  that  wondrous  crown  of  glory. 
Bore  precious  tidings  of  love  untold, 
Of   mansions  bli-st  of  the  upper  fold, 

And  the  sweet  and  olden  story. 

"PAULINA." 


LOST    NAMES. 

"  Thoae  women  which  Ubnred  with  ni«  in  the  Goapel,  and  other  1117  fellow 
Uboren  whose  names  are  also  In  the  Book  of  Life." 

1  They  lived  and  thoy  woro  nseful ;  this  wo  know, 

And  naught  beside ; 
No  record  of  their  names  is  left  to  show 

I  low  soon  they  died  ; 
They  did  their  work  and  then  they  passed  away, 

An  unknown  band. 
And  took  tlieir  places  with  the  greater  host 

In  the  higher  land. 

2  And  were  they  young,  or  were  they  growing  old, 

Or  ill,  or  well, 
Or  lived  in  poverty,  or  had  much  gold, 

No  one  can  tell. 
The  only  thing  is  known  of  them :   they  were 

Faithfid  and  true 
Disciples  of  the  Lord,  and  strong  through  prayer 

To  save  and  do. 

3  But  what  avails  the  gift  of  empty  fame? 

They   liveil  to  (iod. 
They  loviul  the  sweetness  of  another  Name, 

And  gladly  trod 
The  rugged  ways  of  earth,  that  they  might  be 

Helper  or  friend. 
And  in  the  joy  of   this  their  ministry, 

Be  spent  and  spend. 


4  No  glory  clusters  round  their  names  on  earth, 

But  in  Ciofl's  Heaven 
Is  kept  a  book  <jf  names  of  greatest  worth. 

And  there  is  given 
A  place  for  all  who  did  the  Master  please, 
^  Although  unknown, 

And  their  lost  names  shine  forth  in  brightest  rays 

Before  the  throne. 

5  Oh  !  take  who  will  the  boon  of  fa<ling  fame  ! 

But  give  to  me 
A  place  aiiKiiig  the  workers,  though  niv  name 

Forgotten  be  ; 
And  if  within  thir  Book  of  Life  is  found 

My  lowly  place. 
Honor  and  gloiy  unto  (Iod  redound 

For  all  His  grace  ! 

MAUIANNE   rAR.N'INOIIAM. 

London  Christian  World. 


FAR    OR    NEAR. 

1  When  Monica  lay  on  her  dying  bed. 

Beyond  the  walls  of   Home, 
And  saw  the  blue  Cainpagna  widths  that  spread 
Between  her  and  her  home  ; 

2  And  missed  the  yearning  eye  and  reverent  hand 

Of  friends  that  would  have  striven, 
Who,  with  love's  privilege,  should  nearest  stand 
To  one  so  close  to  Heaven  ; 

3  She  lieard  Augustine  sigh,  'twixt  tear  and  tear: 

"Ah,  blinded  that  we  are! 
Had  I  but  known, —  I  hail  not  borne  her  here. 
To  find  a  grave,  so  far, 

4  "  So  far  from  home  I  "  She  turned  her  luminous  eyes 

On  her  beloved  one, 
With  .something  of  rebuke  and  strange  surprise : 
"■^  So  far  from  home, —  my  son  ? 

5  "Why,  here  I'll  lie  and  sleep  in  very  bliss; 

Because  this  Ostian*  s(m1 
Is  just  as  do.se  as  home,  to  Heaven:   There  is 
No  far  nor  near,  with  GimI  I  " 

M  tRiiARrr  J.  rnnroM. 
•  At  Oitla.  Monica,  the  mothor  of  St.  Aufuatine,  via  buried. 


FROM    "SOUTHERN    GLEANINGS." 

1  "  Some  fin<l  work  wIkto  some  find  rf^st,  • 

Anil  so  the  weary  world  go«'s  on  ; 
I  soineiiines  wonder  why  it  is. 

The  answer  comes  when  life  is  gone^ 
Some  hand-*  fold  where  oilier  liaiids 

Are  lifted  bnivelv  in  the  strife  ; 
And  so  through  ages  and  thrtiugh  lands 
Move  on  the  two  extremes  of  life." 

Maa.  OBOBGIA   acLai  M'Lcon. 


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DOUBLING   THE    MISSION    DOLLAR. 

1  'Twas  a  tlioii-ilitfiil  child  tlint  was  seen  oiii;  day 
To  turn  from  Iut  toys  and  her  careless  play, 
With  a  <|uestioniii^  <];laiiee  of  sad  sur|)rise 
And  a  far-away  look  in  her  dark  brown  eyes  ; 
For  s()ni(.-thin<^  so  stran<;e  slie  had  heard  them  safy, 
Those  older  ones,  talkinix  that  siunmer  day  ; 
They  thoiijfht  she  had  come  for  a  /ond  caress, 
Nor  dreamed  they  their  meauiug  the  child  could 

guess, 

2  She  listened  while  shadows  came  down  apace, 
Then  crept  to  \wr  treasures  with  earnest  face, 
And  llu're  in  the  twilight  she  told  it  all 

To  one  little  hearer — her  patient  doll  : 
"  Why.  Fanny,  my  dolly,  across  the  sea 
Are  millions  who  never  will  Christians  be 
Till  somebo'.iy  tells  them  of  Jesus'  love. 
And  how  they  may  go  to  the  home  above. 

3  "  And  I  heard  them  say  that  to  lands  afar 
A  packet  is  going — the  '  Morning  Star ' — 
To  carry  the  gospel !     I  believe  they  said, 
'If  tlie  people  to  giving  are  only  led.' 
Now  I  have  a  dime  that  I  meant  for  you, 
To  buy  you,  my  dolly,  a  rd)bon  blue, 

I5ut  |)erhaps  it  will  help  them  sail  the  ship  ; 
We'll  give  it!  "  she  said,  with  (juivering  lip. 

4  The  mother  bent  low  at  the  evening  prayer 
O'er  the  form  of  her  darling  kneeling  there, 
And  lovingly  stroking  the  curly  head, 

She  noted  the  words  that  were  softly  said  : 
"  Dear  Jesus,  my  dolly  and  I  are  glad 
To  keep  the  poor  heathen  from  being  bad, 
And  sometime  we'll  help  them,  perhaps,  again  ; 
I  hope  you  will  bless  them,  O  Lord,  amen." 

5  And  then  in  the  starlight  a  silence  deep 
Betokened  the  coming  of  quiet  sleep, 

But  the  head  on  the  pillow  turned  once  more, 
A  puzzled  expression  the  child-face  wore: 
"  1  want  to  know,  mamma,  what  'twas  I  heard, 
The  meaning  of  sacriHee — that's  the  word." 
She  answered,  "  My  child,  I'll  explain  to  you  : 
Your  sacrifice,  dear,  is  the  ribbon  blue." 

6  She  had  given  to  send  to  those  afar 

The  wonderful  light  of  the  "Morning  Star," 
And  into  her  soul  shall  His  presence  shine. 
To  beckon  her  on  to  the  life  divine  ; 
And  so  in  her  girlhood's  sunniest  hour 
She  yielded  her  heart  to  the  Spirit's  power. 
And  she  kept  her  desire  of  greatest  worth 
To  "carry  the  gospel  "  to  all  the  earth. 

7  And  out  into  maid(>idiood's  liopes  and  fear8, 
Far  out  in  tin;  whirl  of  tin;  rushing  years. 
She  remembered  the  lesson  learned  that  day 
In  the  magical  hour  of  childish  play. 

The  diuK;  to  a  dollar  had  now  increased, 
Tilt!  blessing  of  giving  had  never  ceased, 
Her  saeriliite  often  took  shape  anew. 
In  the  t>amu  uld  guise  ul  the  ribbou  blue. 


8  For  Europe  and  Asia  hor  pleadings  rise, 
For  Afi'iea.  too,  with  her  burning  skies, 
For  sin-enslaved  souls  in  isles  of  the  sea, 
That  .)i;sus'  atonement  might  make  them  free. 
'T  was  very  surprising  and  sad  indeed 

That  she  ha<l  forgotten  her  country's  need. 
That  over  its  Southland  and  prairies  vast 
Her  eye  in  its  searchings  ha<l  blindly  i)assed; 

9  And  then  into  retrospect,  one  by  one. 
Came  duties  neglected  and  work  undone; 

The  voice  of  conscien<;e  seemed  close  by  her  side, 

"  Your  ilollar  for  missions  you  must  divide," 

And  many  another,  by  impulse  stirred. 

Sprang  u|)  at  the  sound  of  this  whispered  wo 'J, 

And  dollars  divided  went  o'er  the  sea 

And  out  through  our  country  so  broad  and  free. 

10  Hilt  what  of  their  mission?  'twas  half  complete. 
Though    harvests    were   gathered   both    rich   and 

sweet, 
Yet  came  not  their  fullness,  and  white  fields  wait 
The  work  of  the  reapers  so  grand  :uid  great. 
And  back  o'er  the  ocean  this  message  tame : 
Send  more,  *'  for  your  love  of  the  Saviour's  name  ; " 
And  up  from  the  Southland  ami  prairies  vast, 
"  Send  more,  lest  the  day  of  our  hope  be  past." 

11  And  she  who  remembered  the  days  of  yore — 
The  mother's  fond  counsel  she  knows  no  more — 
Again  in  the  starlight  and  silence  deep 
Forgetteth  her  care  in  a  tjuiet  sleep. 

A  presence  whose  coming  the  child  had  blest. 
Brings  now  in  her  dreaming  a  peaceful  rest ; 
The  problem  whose  study  seemetl  all  in  vain. 
Grows  simple  and  clear  in  the  resting  brain. 

12  "You  asked  me,  my  darling,  one  summer  day. 
When  you  had  grown  weary  with  childish  play, 
Wliat  sacrifice  meant,  and  now  by  your  side 

I  come  to  make  plainer  the  word  divide. 

The  j)romptings  of  conscience  were  right  and  good, 

'T  would  all  have  been  well,  had  you  understood. 

She  batle  you  go  forth  on  a  mission  witle. 

And  double  your  dollar — 'twas  not  divide." 

13  The  story  is  simple,  and  still  I  see 

The  lesson  which  surely  is  meant  for  me. 
And  I  am  so  thankful  that  I  may  hear 
The  calls  for  assistance  that  reach  my  ear; 
I  ask  of  my  conscience  to  guitle  me  right. 
This  answer  makes  duty  a  pathway  bright, 
While  sinners  afar  from  their  Saviour  roam, 
Not  less  for  the  foreign — as  much  for  home. 

14  For  millions  of  strangers  have  reached  our  shores, 
For  them  in  their  darkness  the  heart  implores ; 
The  tlusky-faceil  tribi>s  on  our  western  ^lopes 
Are  compassed  in  faith  by  our  Christian  hopes  ; 
Those  ranst>med  from  bonilage  are  clearly  heard, 
"Send  us  in  your  pity  the  saving  word." 

And  so  by  this  precept  we  must  abitle, 
'T  is  double  your  dollars,  and  not  divide.  " 

MiUi.   ANNA   SAIKIF.NT   HUNT. 

Augusta,  Me.,  U83, 


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HOME    IN    HEAVEN. 

[For  Eight  Volcos.) 

Fir.H   Voice. — 
Vu  speak  of  lii'uvcii, — a  home  of  bliss, 
Si'curt!  from  the  cro.ssfs  ami  woes  of  this; 
Yo  sav.  tli:it  its  joys  arc  Ik-voiuI  tiif  ken, — 
Far  beyond  tin-  vision  of  mortal  men 
Can  you  tell  mi;  what,  and  where,  is  heaven  ? 
Or  aught  of  its  joys  to  mortals  given  ? 
Second  Voice. — (.lolin  xiv  :  2.)  "In  niy  father's  house 
ire  many  mansions ;  if  it  were  not  so,  I  would  have  told 
lOU  :    1  go  to  prepare  a  place  for  you." 
Would  you  know  of  heaven,  of  the  Christian's  rest? 
Jesus  here  has  given  answer  to  thy  (piest. 
Mansions  |)ure  and  holy,  decked  by  His  own  hand, 
Wait  His  poor  and  lowly  in  that  better  land. 
Of  tliis  realm  of  glory  list  yc  once  again : 
Hear  the  wondrous  story  of  His  love  to  men. 
Third  Voice. — (Rev.  xxii :  1,2.)  "And  H«;  showed  mo 
I  pun-  river  of  watiT  of  life,  clear  as  crystiil,  proceeding 
)Ut  of  the  thronc!  of  God  and  of  the  Lamb.      In  the  midst 
)f  tlie  street  of  it,  and  on  either  side  of  the   river,  was 
hert!  the  tree  of  lift;  which  bare  twelve  manner  of  fruits, 
tnd  yi»;lded   her  fruit  every   month ;  and  the  leaves  of 
,he  tree  were  for  the  healing  of  the  nations." 
Gently  llowing  river,  soft  thy  waters  glide; 
Leaves  of  healing  ever  murmuring  by  thy  side. 
Fields  forever  vernal,  pure  and  balmy  air; 
Light  and  joy  supernal, —  Oh!  what  beauty  there! 
Fourth  Voice. — (Rev.  xiv:  2.)  "And  I  heard  a  voice 
from  heaven  as  the  voice  of  many  waters,  and  as  the 
iroice  of  a  great   thunder;  and    I    heard  the   voice  of 
iiarpers,  harping  with  their  harps." 

( Itev.  V :  D.)  "And  they  sang  a  new  song,  saying: 
'Tliou  art  worthy  to  take  the  lM)ok,  and  open  the  seals 
thereof ;  for  Thou  wast  slain,  and  hast  redeemed  us  to 
[Jod,  by  thy  blood,  out  of  every  kindred,  and  tongue, 
md  people,  and  nation.'  " 

'Tis  a  land  of  bright  beauty,  and  Oh  I  to  be  there! 
To  join  in  tin;  music  that  rings  fhrough  the  air. 
As  the  graml  choral  anthem  peals  up  from  the  throng. 
That  with  myriad  voices  join  in  the  song; 
*Tis  a  strain  so  mehxlious  that  echo  again 
From  the  hills  everlasting,  sends  back  thi-  refrain; 
Till  with  "(ilorv  and  honor  to  heaven's  high  Kinij, 
Our  Maker  and  Savionr."  heaven's  high  arches  ring. 
While  the  crowd  of  bright  worship|>ers  bow  at  Hi>  feet, 
And  with  glad  acclamations  the  chorus  repeat. 
'T  would  he  rapture  indeed,  might  I  know  that  at  last 
I  too.  at    His   feet    might  my  "  Crown  of  Life"  cast. 
And  with  harp  and  with  palm  join  the  song  of  tin-  blest, 
in  the  home  of  the  righteous,  the  Christian's  long  n-st. 
Fi^fih    Voice.— {Roy.    xiv:   1.3.)   "And    I   heard    a 
voice  from  heaven  sjiying  unto  me.   '  Write,  blesst'-d  are 
the   dead   wliich  die  in  the  I^ord    from  henceforth  ;  ye;i, 
saith  tlie  Spirit,  that  they  may    rest   from   their  lalwrs, 
and  their  works  do  follow  them.'" 


A  resting  home  !     Oh  !  yes,  't  is  sweet 

To  know  then?  is  a  sure  retreat, 

A  goal  toward  which  all  weary  feet 

May  struggle  on  ;  — 
To  know  the  toiler  may  at  last 
His  heavy  burden  frrim  him  cast: 
Rejoicing  that  the  day  is  past 

And  work  is  done. 
'Tis  sweet  to  know  the  aching  brain 
That  long  has  toilol.  ])erchance  in  vain, 
May  cease  its  work  ;  may  break  its  chain 

And  Hml  nlease  ;  — 
To  know  this  sinning,  sorrowmg  heart, 
So  worn  and  harasssed  with  the  smart 
Of  life's  sore  condict,  may  de|)art 

An<l  rest  in  peace. 

Sixth  Voice. — (Rev.  xxi:  1.)  "  And  God  shall  wi|)o 
away  all  tears  from  their  eyes,  and  there  shall  be  no 
more  death,  neither  sorrow  nor  crying;  neither  shall 
tlu're  be  any  more  pain,  for  the  former  things  are 
passed  away." 

There,  Christian  friends  shall  meet ; 

IJi'liold  I   on  yonder  short; 
What  crowds  tlirong  forth  to  greet 

The  piissers  o'er. 
They  never  part  again  : 

Tears  never  ilim  the  (;ye : 
For  sorrow,  sin  and  pain 

Dwell  nt)t  on  high. 

Seventh  Voice.  —  (  Ls.  xxxiii:  2L)  "And  the 
inhabitants  shall  not  say,  I  am  sick." 

No  sickness  there  !      Poor  suffenng  one, 
Still  patient  bear  ;   'twill  soon  Ihj  done. 
A  little  while  'twill  pass  away, 
And  on  thee  smile  eternal  day. 

Eifjhth  Voice. — (Is.  xxxiii:  17.)  "  Thine  eyes  shall' 
see  the  King  in  His  beauty;  they  shall  Im-IioM  the  land 
that  is  very  far  off." 

Though  the  land  seem  far  ofT,  and  we  scarce  can  descry 
Its  pure  pearly  gates,  and  its  J)attlenients  high. 
Yet  we're  nearing  it  ever,  |MTehance  ere  the  night 
AVe  shall  tind  in  our  journey  it.s  towers  in  sight! 
Across  the  tlark  waters  the  breath  of  the  flowers 
Is  l)orne  even  now  from  the  evergreen  iMiwers ; 
'Tis  the  e:irnest  of  welcome;  no  more  let  us  faint, 
Nor  lift  up  to  heaven  a  bitter  ctimjthiint. 
As  the  heaviMdy  portals  to  us  shall  unfoM. 
The  King  in  His  In-auty  our  eyes  shall  JMhold, 
And  with  joy  ami  rejoicing.  \\v  too,  with  the  band 
Of  the  loved  gone  l>efore,  in  His  presence  shall  stan<!. 
We  oft  here  nuist  part,  and  with  tearwlimming  eyt; 
For  the  lovetl  ab-ent  t)nes,  we  in  loiudiness  siijh  ; 
Hut  they're  g:»thtrnig  home  ;  we  shall  soon  all  Im-  there, 
In  that  heavenly  land  so  radiant  anri  fair. 

nRHlr   M.   •lATLOBO. 

From  ''  Oood  TlBM*,"  publWwd  at  Pall  Rjtw,  Uam. 


348 


WOMAN  IN  SACKED  SONO. 


BRIDGE    BUILDING. 


[  To  the  Young  Liulli-s'  Socletkii  of  the  Interior  who  are  building  a  MU- 
siunary  Bi  id^t  from  Mexico  to  Turkey.  J 

1  Once  tliorc  stood  two  mighty  cities 
Oil  eitlitT  sidi!  u  bay, 

lleady  to  be  united, 

lint  tiie  sea  stood  in  tbe  way 

A  bridge  was  all  tliey  needed — 

A  bridge  that  should  span  the  sea, 

Joining  the  cities  together 

Till  the  two  as  one  should  be. 

So  JMUidreds  of  men  together 

I'iled  stone  upon  stone  lor  piers. 

And  luindi'eds  nioi'e  wove  tin;  wires 

Wliicli  sliouid  last  a  thousand  years. 

Slowly  it  grew  in  beauty. 

As  the  workmen  planned  and  toiled, 

Stone  upon  stone  cemented. 

Wire  upon  wire  they  coiled. 

2  At  length  the  bridge  was  builded 
And  swung  from  land  to  land, 
Fair  to  the  eye  as  a  cobweb, 
But  strong  as  the  sea  it  spanned. 
And  all  men  marvelled  and  wondered 
That  hand  of  man  could  trace 

A  thing  of  such  strength  and  beauty, 
Such  wonderful  size  and  grace. 
But  a  mightier  bridge  is  building. 
And  the  handmaids  of  God  are  they 
"Who  are  chosen  to  weave  the  wires 
And  build  the  piers  to-tlaj'. 
'T  is  a  work  that  the  Lord  hath  need  of, 
It  will  strengthen  Ilis  kingdom's  power, 
A  highway  built  for  His  coming, 
"Which  is  hastening  every  hour. 

3  In  a  (piaint  old  Spanish  city, 
On  a  Mexican  mountain  crest, 
"Where  a  faitiiful  woman  will  watch  it, 
One  pier  of  the  bridge  shall  rest. 
Across  the  broad  I'acilic 
One  giant  span  shall  reach. 
To  the  dw(!ller3  in  scattered  islands. 
And  join  them  each  to  each. 
For  these  faithful  workers  for  Jesus 
A  new  "Morning  Star"  shall  rise. 
And  a  promise  of  light  from  darkness 
Shall  gladden  the  waiting  eves. 

4  The  next  span  stretches  northward 
And  westward  o'er  sea  and  land. 
Till  it  reaches  the  land  of  China, 
"Where  the  "Western  Gateway"  lies. 
This  gat(!  must  be  held  for  Jesus, 
That  the  sctd  of   His  word  l)e  sown 
'Mong  the  thousands  who  cuter  its  portals 


From  lands  where  lie  is  not  known. 

The  last  sj)an  readies  southwai'd 

To  the  land  where  C'hi-ist's  chosen  few 

Pi"eached  a  slain  and  risen  Saviour, 

AVhile  the  message  was  strange  and  new. 

But  the  message  has  been  forgotten. 

It  must  all  be  told  again. 

And  this  bridge-way  will  help  to  spread  it. 

Over  mountain  and  hill  and  plaui. 

Where  each  of  these  piers  is  stationed. 

Are  patient  workers  for  God, 

Toiling  for  souls  in  C  hrist's  vineyard. 

Treading  the  path  He  trod — • 

Lifting  the  heathen  woman 

From  darkiios  into  the  light, 

Teaching  the  little  children, 

Guiding  their  feet  aright. 

They  are  willing  and  faithful  workers. 

But  they  must  not  toil  alone. 

There  is  need  of  your  gifts  and  prayers. 

You  can  help,  though  you  stay  at  home. 

If  all  are  ready  and  willing 

Who  are  called  to  take  a  part 

In  this  glorious  work  for  Jesus, 

His  blessing  shall  fill  each  heart; 

Then  the  work  shall  be  accomplished, 

Ere  any  have  time  for  fears, 

And  the  Mission  Bridge  you  are  building 

Shall  last  through  eternal  years  ! 

MVRA. 
ArkoD,  Ohio,  Oct.,  1883. 


SOME  THOUGHTS   ABOUT    "  THE   BRIDGE." 
FROM  OXE  OF  TIIE    PIERS. 

"  A  five  thousand  dollar  bridcie,"  you  say?  Methinks, 
dear  friends,  thai  llie  cost  cannot  bs  given  in  dollars  and 
cents.  The  eye  that  seeth  in  secret,  alone  can  tell  the  cost 
thereof. 

How  staunch  and  strong  it  stands,  prepared  for  the  shocks 
of  storm  and  wave!  But  beauty  is  in  it  as  well  as  strengih, 
and  I  see  it,  a  lovely  mosaic,  perfect  and  fiiiislied  in  every 
part,  lit  up  with  sliinini;  deeds  of  failli  and  hope,  with  loving 
self-denials  and  Ix^autifiil  sacrifices,  that  irlcani  like  rare 
jewels  and  ]>recious  stones  among  the  polished  marbles  of  its 
arches  and  parapets. 

And  will  it  endure  and  stand  firm  amid  the  tempests?  Yes, 
for  'tis  wrought  in  prayer,  ami  its  many-stranded  and  strong 
cables  are  strongly  fastened  to  the  great  anchor  in  the  bed- 
rock of  faith. 

And  best  of  all,  is  the  uar  of  "  The  bridge,"  for  by  it  the 
feet  of  many  who  sit  in  darkness  will  )>ass  from  tlie  hopeless 
gloom  of  Paganism  and  idolatry,  and  from  the  superstitious 
depths  of  heathenism  and  I'apaoy.  to  the  solid  foundation  of 
the  gospel  of  light  and  truth.  We  can  well  "count  it  all 
joy"  that  ours  is  the  happy  privilege  to  share  in  tbe  blessed- 
ness of  such  a  work. 

BELLE  M.   UASKTKS. 
Guadalajara,  Mexico. 


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THE    FIRST    MISSIONARY.  THE    WICK    OK    STRAW. 


1  Know'st  tliou  tlie  Loader  of  that  train,  who  toil 
'llie  evi'rlastinj^  tiospcl's  lij^hl  to  shed 

Ou  earth's  btiii^'htt'd  rlimes? 

Canst  loll  tho  name 
Of  the  tirst  toaclior,  in  whose  stops  wont  forth 
O'or  sultry  India,  and  tho  soa-j;rot'ii  isles. 
And  to  tho  forost  ohildren  of  tho  West, 
A  solf-<ionyinj;  hand, —  who  conntod  not 
Life  dear  unto  tlioni,  so  tlioy  nu^^lit  fulfill 
Their  ministry,  and  save  tho  hoatiion  soul  ? 

2  Jutloa's  mountains  from  thoir  hroo/y  hoijihts 
Ri'ply, —  "Wo  hoard  Him,  when  IIo  liftod  up 
His  voice,  and  tau;^ht  tlio  people  i»ationtly. 
Line  upon  line,  for  ihoy  were  slow  of  heart." 
From  its  dark  depths,  the  (jaliloan  lake 

Told  hoarsely  to  tho  storni-oloud  how  He  dealt 
Broad  to  tho  famish'd  tlironj:.  with  tender  care; 
Foriiottini;  not  the  body,  while  Ho  fed 
Tho  immortal  spirit  ; —  how  Ho  stood  and  healed, 
Day  after  day.  till  evoninj:  shadows  fell 
Around  the  pale  and  paralytic  train. 
Lame,  halt  and  blind,  and  lunatic,  who  sought 
His  pitying  touch. 

3  Mount  Olivet,  in  si«;hs. 

Spake  mournlully — "His  midniirht  prayer  was  mine, 
I  heard  it,  I  alone, —  as  all  nii;ht  long 
Upward  it  rose,  with  tears,  for  those  who  paid 
His  love  with  hatred." 

4  Kedron's  slender  rill. 

That  bathed  His  foot,  as  to  His  lowly  work 
Of  mercy  He  wont  forth,  still  kept  His  name 
Securely  hoardo«l  in  its  secret  fount, 
A  precious  jK'arl-<lrop  ! 

5  Sad  (lethsomano 

Had  memories  that  it  faltered  to  repeat, 
Suih  as  tho  stronnthoniiiij  angel  marked,  appalled  ; 
Finding  no  dialect  in  which  to  bear 
Tlieir  woe  to  Heaven. 

6  Even  Calvary,  who  best 

Might,  if  it  would,  our  earnest  question  solve, 
Pross(>d  close  its  flinty  lip.  antl  >huddoring  Ihjwed 
In  silent  dread,  remend)oring  how  tho  sun 
Grew  dark  at  nooiwlay,  and  tho  sheeteil  do.id 
Came  from  thoir  cleaving  sepulchres,  to  walk 
Among  the  living. 

7  But  the  Iwld,  bad  host. 

Spirits  of  evil,  from  ilie  lake  of  pain. 
Who  held  brief   triumph  'round  the  mystic  Cross, 
Bare  trutliful  witness,  as  they  slirioking  fled. — 
'•  We  know  Thoo  who  Thou  art,  the  Christ  of  God:" 
Wliilo  Heaven,  uplifting  its  eternal  gates. 
With  chant  of  cherubim  and  sera|)him, 
Welcomotl  the  Lord  of  glory  entering  in, 
His  mission  done. 

LvniA  n.  MoormifST.  USOi 


1  Day  with  its  heated  toil  wiui  o'or, 

And  of  the  dusky  crowds,  a  few 
Crept  curious  through  tho  low-browed  door, 

Beneath  tho  rafters  of   bandMm, 
And  sat  them  on  the  earthen  Hour. 

2  Ilalf-stitletl  in  the  nnirky  nnMU 

A  single  slender  tap<r  gleamed. 
That  strove  tho  darkness  to  illume. 

Yet  showed  it  ilenser,  as  it  Ko«ine«l, 
So  faint  it  Hickered  through  the  gloom. 

8  A  palm-oil  drop  within  a  shell. — 
An  inch  of  braided  barley-straw. 
With  point  of  flame  scarce  visible. 
Was  all   the  <"rouching  listeners  saw 

Of  liirht  athwart  the  dusk  tl>at  fell. 

°  • 

4  And  stooping  by  that  tajx'r  dim, 

Sat  one  of  alien  name  an«l  face, 
"Who  for  tho  loving  sake  o(  Him 

Whoso  Cross  lights  earth's  dark  dwelling-place. 
Came  round  the  world  that  lamp  to  trim. 

5  No  wonder  that  disheartening  fears 

Betray  themselves  in  look  and  tone; 
No  wonder,  ga/ing  down  tho  years 

Through  which  tlio.so  myriads  tr<K)p  alone. 
This  "Jesus-man"  is  blind  with  tears  I 

6  "  Oh  I  if  from  out  the  blaze  of  light 

That  tloo«ls  so  many  a  Christian  dome, — 
Oh  I  if  across  tho  billows  white 

That  break  Ix'twixt  me  and  my  home, 
Tliey  would  but  sj>are  one  lamp  to-night ! 

7  "  If  they  l)elieve<l  what  Christ  still  saith. — 

If  they  once  saw  what  I  have  seen. — 
They  could  not  draw  such  trampiil  breath — 

They  coulil  not  watch  with  soul  sort-ne 
Tlieso  stumblers  staggering  clown  to  death  ! 

8  "  By  Him  who^e  foot  for  us  have  tnMl 

Tho  wino-pioss  of  tho  wnilli.  I  pray. 
Ye  churches,  hold  the  lorrh  al>road, — 

Ye  jHHiple,  iK>int  the  upw.nrd  way. 
And  light  these  heatlien  home  to  God ! " 

9  Dare  we  deny  Him  ?    Shall  He  draw 

No  help  from  hearts  unmov<'d  an<l  shut? 
Can  we.  renouncing  love's  sweet  law, 

Watch  calndy  in  tho  bamixK>  hut 
The  4ueuchiug  of  that  inch  of  stniw  ? 

IMD. 


B50 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


OTHER   SHEEP    I    HAVE. 

"And  Jerai  went  thence,  and  departed  luto  the  coast*  of  Tyre  and  Sldon." 

1  Tliat   goodly    Syrian   mountain,  fair   Lebanon   the 

blest, 

With  all  its  snow-crowned  summits,  looks  off  toward 
the  west. 

Where  Sidon,  nestling  at  its  feet,  sits  gazing  on  the 
waves 

That  chant  their  mournful  requiem  o'er  proud  Phoe- 
nicia's graves. 

2  Hut  not  of  earthly  glory,  thou  city  by  the  sea. 
Not  of  tliy  van<iuislied  splendor,  I  sing  this  song  to 

thee: 
A  holier  beauty  lights  thee,  O  Sidon  throned  there. 
The  tender  memory  of  a  day  no  after-day  may  share. 

3  IlitluT  from  hills  of  Galilee  the  loving  Saviour  came, 
Bendmj;  His  steps  this  way  to  reach  one  heart  that 

knew  His  name  ; 
A  door  of  hope  to  open  as  each  ppor  Gentile  comes. 
As  did  a  Syrian  mother,  then,  asking  His  children's 

crumbs. 

4  "Send  her  away,"  the)'  murmured,  "this  stranger; 

what  hath  she 
To  claim  of  Israel's  Shepherd  ''  for  us  His  ministry." 
But  though   unchecked   the   harsh  reproof,  though 

love  so  long  seemed  cold, 
How  strong  an<l  glad  the  words  at  last   that  called 

her  to  His  fold  ! 

5  Ah,  well  for  us  the  lesson  !  well  for  these  later  days 
We  find  our  Saviour's  footprint  along  these  Syrian 

ways  ! 
Mark  how  He  left  the  folded  flock,  the  ninety  and 

the  nine. 
Seeking  along  this  alien  shore  one  wandering  sheep 

to  find. 

6  So,  on  these  ancient  highways  and  by  the  shining 

sea. 

Where  Jesus'  feet  have  travelled  in  humblest  min- 
istry. 

Behold  His  loving  children  yet  walk  like  those  of 
yore. 

So  close  beside  the  Master  they  catch  the  smile  He 
wore. 

7  Were  there  no  souls  around  us  here,  fainting  for 

lack  of  bread, 
That  these  have  gone  on  weary  cjuest,  Christ's  table 

tliere  to  spread  ? 
Ah!  yes.  but  following  on  to  know  they  learned  that 

lesson  sweet. 
To  tread  un(piestioning  each   path   marked  by  their 

Master's  feet. 

8  For  yet  through  all  the  ages  the  same  sad  mourners 

come. 
One   of    life's  dreary   shadows    that   fal)  qu  every 

home  ; 
ITiere  eartli  hath  had  it«  triumphs,  there  souls  grew 

wise  and  strong, 


But  an  undertone  of  sorrow  has  thrilled  through 
every  song. 

9  O  maimed  and  sick  and  heart-sore,  would  that  ye 
might  have  been 

Among  the  throngs  that  followed  the  lowly  Naza- 
rene  ! 

Think  of  the  humble  cabins  that  knew  His  pres- 
ence then  ; 

OhI  that  the  gracious  Healer  might  walk  this  earth 
again ! 

10  1  see  Him  on  those  hill-sides  and  by  the  shining  sea, 
Stand  'mid  thy  listening  thousands,  O  happy  Galilee  I 
And  each  with  some  heart-burden,  from  hovel  and 

from  hall 
They  come,   a  stricken   army,  to  Him  who  heals 
them  all. 

11  Still,  still  amid  the  suffering,  O  Friend  of  sinners, 

stand ; 
Lift  o'er  the  sin-sick  multitude  Thy  tender,  pierced 

hand  ! 
Oh!  multiply  the  loaves  we  bring,  as  in  our  Master's 

stead 
We  give  Thy  starving  Syrian  flock  their  heavenly 

Father's  bread  ! 

12  They  come  from  Tyre  and  Sidon,  from  Hamath's 

border  far. 

The  dewy  slope  of  Lebanon  where  goodly  cedars 
are; 

From  over  Jordan's  rocky  bed  where  Hermon's 
shadows  lower. 

And  loneliest  vale  may  know  His  name,  the  drear- 
iest home  His  power. 

13  0  happy  souls  who  know  this  love,  so  boundless  and 

so  free  ! 
But  happier  they  whom  love  hath  brought  to  share 

its  ministry. 
Whose  sweet  obedience  to  their  Lord  their  faith  in 

Him  hath  j)roved. 
And  blessed   us   with   His  presence,  this  suffering 

world  He  loved ! 

UANNAU   MUHE   JOHKSOK, 


HARVEST    HOME. 


[Read  before  the  Humphrey  Memorial  Band,  by  Miw  Howe.] 

1  As  tiny  streamlets,  adding  to  the  river, 

Mingle  their  waters  wending  to  the  sea. 
So  the  small  things  of  time  till  up  the  measure 

That  swells  the  chorus  of  eternity  ; 
And  oft  we  lind  the  path  of  common  duty 

The  royal  road  that  leads  to  God  and  heaven, 
And.  as  we  cherish  and  improve  the  littles, 

We  tipd  the  greater  things  are  to  us  given. 


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2  IIow  oft  we've  stopped  to  lift  the  simple  burden, 

And  sillied  in  sorrow  sit  tlio  common  toil, 
But  found  tiiat  as  our  feet  trod  duty's  patiiway, 

Tiie  (lowers  of  peace  and  joy  bedecked  the  soil ; 
For  duty  is  a  brij^ht  and  glorious  suid)eum, 

That  >filds  the  Iuinil)Iest  lot  with   light  divine, 
For  .Jesus  walked  amid  its  narrow  windings, 

And  made  the  lowliest  aspects  most  sublime. 

3  We  come  and  drink,  and,  wandering  up  the  mountain. 

Trace  back  the  cooling  stream  without  out;  thought 
But  that  it  (pienches  thirst,  until  the  fountain 

From  wiiicli  it  rost\  lies  open  all  unsought. 
And  we  stand  awe-struck  as  tlu^  light  unfoldeth 

The  lovt'  and  care  that  wrap  our  very  life. 
The  hidiU'u  hand  which  every  chord-string  holdetb, 

Controlling  still,  'mid  joy,  or  pain,  or  strife. 

4  So  came  Samaria's  woman  to  the  wellside. 

To  till  her  earthen  pot  witii  water  clear, 
Nor  dre:ujicd  that  in  the  weary  .lewish  stranger 

The  "(lift  of  Ciod  "  was  waiting  for  her  there. 
O  truth  sublime!     O  wondrous,  wondrous  Saviour! 

In  all    Thy  weariness  to  stop  and  tell 
That  erring,  wretched,  sinful,  wandering  woman 

The  story  of    Thy  love,  beside  the  well. 

5  The  tirst  great  mission  sermon  heard  by  mortal — 

The  tir^t  glad  gospel-call  the  (leiitiles  knew — 
The  oidy  list'ner  was  a  humble  woman  ; 

And  lie  who  ])i-cacher  stood,  was  Saviour  too! 
She  heard,  believed,  anil,  in  Messiah  trusting. 

Returned  in  hast«;  to  spread  the  story  round 
Of  One  who,  every  secret  siu  unveiling. 

Yet  in  His  heart  for  sinners  mercy  found. 

G  The  brave,  sweet  gospel  truth — how  good  it  sounded! 

How  new,  and  Oh  I  how  pleasant,  unto  all  ! 
No  wonder  multitudes  of  hearts  responded. 

And  Hocked  to  meet  Ilim  at  her  earnest  call. 
She  was  a  woman,  yet  lie  did  not  stay  her: 

Who  says,  then,  woman  has  no  right  to  speak  ? 
Had  she  been  wrong,  the  Saviour  had  rebuked  her, 

As  she  proclaimed  Him  through  the  open  street. 

7  Nay,  sisters,  'tis  for  us  to  tell  the  story. 

For  us  to  bid  salvation's  waters  roll  ; 
To  us  the  heathen  woman  looks  expectant. 

And  dund)ly  lifts  to  us  her  shackled  soul. 
Her  ignorance  has  claims  upon  our  knowledge, 

And  shall  slie  cry  and  we  refuse  to  give  ? 
Our  very  j)rivileges  make  us  debtors  ; 

To  let  her  die  forbids  our  right  to  live. 

8  Then,  fear  not  sacrifice,  or  toil,  or  danger; 

Give  of  the  heart's  best  love — of  children,  wealth  ; 
And,  if  He  ask  it,  dream  not  of  refusing. 

But  on  His  altars  lay  thy  very  self. 
The  tields  are  white  ;  who  pants  to  join  the  laborers? 

The  Lord  s.iys  "(io  I  " — OhI  does  I  \v  speak  to  thee  ? 
And  does  thy  willing  heart,  upspringing.  answer, 

"  Lo,  here  I  am,  dear  Lord  ;  send  me,  send  me  "  ? 


Dear  Saviour,  Idess  the  workers  heavy-laden. 

Who  moisten  with  their  tears  the  distant  >oiI, 
And  give  thtin  seed  to  drop  ahmg  the  turrows  ; 

An<l  add   Thy  showers  and  sun  to  crown  their  toil, 
And  send  mon;  laborers,  sowers,  reapers,    gleanei 

For  dusky  thousands  praying,  bid  them  come. 
OhI  give  us  right  to  join  at  last  the  singing. 

As  Thou  slialt  gather  in  the  "  Harvest  Home." 

MiUt.  »■  C.   lUKKB. 

Lowell,: 


THE   PICTURE. 


1  Once  I  looked  njion  a  picture 

That  was  marvellously  fair  : 
Bright  its  tints,  its  shading  mellowed — 
Beautiful  beyond  compare. 

2  While  I  gazed,  entranced,  before  it. 

Thus  1  liearil  the  whi>|)er  ])ass: 
"This  was  formed  of  worthless  fragments, 
Bits  of  broken  stone  and  glass." 

3  Could  it  be,  that  grand  Mosaic, 

Me<!t  to  hang  in  ti-mple  high, 
Grew  to  beauty  from  the  j)ieces 
Crushed  by  careless  passers-by? 

4  Do  you  wonder  that  the  lesson 

Sunk  into  my  inmost  heart — 
How  the  weakest,  humblest  creature, 
Has  its  own  important  part!' 

5  IIow,  the  lowliest,  feeblest  Christian, 

Poor  in  talents  and  in  ]>urs<'. 
Fills  till!  niche  mach;  by  the  Master 
Artist  of  the  Universe  I 

C  Let  us  deem  it  glorious  honor 

That  the  Saviour  stooped  to  raise 
Us  from  out  the  dust  and  rubbish 
Of  the  world's  thick-travelled  ways. 

7  Let  us  shine  our  very  brightest, 

Be  our  corner  high  or  low; 

Only  wondering  we  were  counted 

Worthy  of  the  chisel's  blow. 

8  When  life's  great  Mosaic's  flnished, 

Every  fragment  in  it,s  place, 
Christ,  the  Artist,  will  present  it. 
Fair,  before  His  Father's  face. 

9  On  that  scene  shall  troops  of  angels 

Look  in  womler  anil  amaze  I 
A  world  redeemed  from  sin  and  anguish. 
Saved  through  cverlastini'  davs  I 

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San^  3.  J)ale. 


Sanh  J.  lltlf.nif  BucU.  wu  about  the  moat  talmted  sad  brilUant 
wriUT  of  hrr  Umo.  It  is  run:  Uiul  auytliiiig  fliiur  Uuui  licr  potiu  "Irou" 
b  found  lu  litumtun;.  Hut  uiuthi-r  wo*  a.  wuuuui  i<i  hiigli  cultivaliuu  luid 
intclligviit  ouurvniallou,  and  lu  bur  Mrs.  IU1<  tracud  bir  owu  delight  for 
acquiring  knowledge,  aud  desire  for  liitclK-ctuul  adTauocment.  Her 
husband  was  a  lawjer.aud  his  tosti'S  were  lu  erur)'  waycuiigealal  with  her 
own.  It  was  not  until  his  ileath  in  1S22,  tliat  Btraitentd  circumstauces 
necessitated  her  becoming  all  BUllicir.  in  order  to  procure  for  her  children 
the  adrautages  of  a  good  educition.  Slio  first  iiublished  a  volumo  of 
poems:  then  a  storj  entitled  Northwood.  lu  1828  slieedited  the "Amer- 
leau  Ladles'  Magazine,"  Boston.  She  published  "Sketches  of  American 
CharacU-r,"  "Floru's  Interpreter,"  "The  Ladies"  Wreath."  ic.  ic,  with 
•eTcml  laluable  books  for  chUilrcn.  She  af UTwards  resided  lu  Pbiladel- 
pnia  aud  edited  the  p<i;iular  "Ijuly's  Book,"  and  a  religious  annual  "The 
Opal."  Another  rolunic  of  poems  was  published  in  1848.  larger  than 
the  preceding.  'While  "Iron"  and  some  other  of  her  works  display  a 
rigor  of  expression,  mauyarc  marki'd  by  a  chaiitcnesfl  and  simplicity. 
All  her  writings  incu'catc  a  healthy  religions  sentiment  and  soundness 
of  heart.  Amoiiit  lur  latest  .ind  lu-st  was  "Harry  fJuy."  a  story  of  the 
■ea,  written  to  benefit  the  then  much-neglected  sailor,  making  his  con- 
dition better  understood  ami  appreciated.  This  Is  another  proof  that 
the  chief  object  of  her  industrious  mind  was  a  ricw  to  usefulness,  and 
the  desire  to  help  others. 

IRON. 

"  Truth  shall  spring  out  of  the  earth."    Psalms,  Ixxxv  :  2. 

1  As,  ill  loiH'ly  tliouirlit,  I  pondered 

On  the  marvellou.s  tliiiig.s  of  earth, 
And,  in  fancy's  dreaiuing,  wondered 

At  their  beanty,  power  and  worth, 
Came  like  words  of  prayer,  the  feeling — 

Oh !  that  God  would  make  me  know, 
Through  tlie  si)irit's  clear  revealing, 

Wiiat,  of  all  His  works  below. 
Is  to  man  a  boon  the  greatest. 

Brightening  on  from  age  to  age. 
Serving  truest,  earliest,  latest, 

Tlirough  the  world's  long  jjilgrimage. 

2  Soon  vast  mountains  rose  before  me, 

Sliaggy,  desolate  and  lone, 
Their  .scarred  lieads  were  threatening  o'er  me, 

Tlieir  dark  shadows  round  me  tiirown  ; 
Then  a  voice,  from  out  the  mountain.s, 

As  an  eartli«inaky  siiook  the  ground. 
And  like  frigiiteiied  fawns,  the  founuiins, 

Leaping,  tied  before  the  sound  ; 
And  the  Aiuik  oaks  bowed  lowly. 

Quivering,  asjieniike,  with  fear, 
"Wliile  tlie  deep  response  came  slowly, 

Or  it  must  have  crushed  mine  ear ! 

3  "  Iron  !  Iron  I   Iron  I" —  cra.shing. 

Like  the  battle-a.\e  and  shield  ; 
Or  tlie  sword  on  helmet  clashing, 

Through  a  bloody  battle-field  ! 
"Iron!   Iron!   Iron!" — rolling. 

Like  tlie  far-ofT  cannon's  boom ; 
Or  tlie  deatli-kinU,  slowly  tolling, 

Tlirough  a  <lungeon's  charnel  gloom. 
"Iron!   Iron!   Iron  I" — swinging, 

Like  the  summer  winds  at  |)lay  ; 
Or  as  ImIIs  of  Time  were  ringing 

lu  the  blest  Milleuial  Day  ! 


4  Then  tlie  clouds  of  ancient  fable 

Cleared  aw  ay  before  mine  eyes  ; 
Truth  could  tread  a  footing  stable. 

O'er  the  gulf  of  mysteries  ! 
Words,  the  prophet  bards  had  uttered, 

Signs,  the  oracle  foretold, 
Spells,  the  wierd-like  sybil  muttered 

Through  the  twilight  days  of  old, 
Rightly  read,  beneatli  the  splendor, 

.Sliining  now  on  history's  page  ; 
All  their  faithful  witness  render, 

All  portend  a  better  age. 

5  Sisyphus,  forever  toiling, 

Was  the  type  of  toiling  men. 
While  the  stone  of  power,  recoiling. 

Crushed  them  back  to  earth  again  ! 
Stern  Prometheus,  bound  and  bleeding, 

Imaged  man,  in  mental  chain, 
WTiile  the  vultures,  on  him  ft-eding, 

Were  the  passions'  vengeful  reign  ; 
Still  a  ray  of  mercy  tarried 

On  the  cloud,  a  white-winged  dove. 
For  this  mystic  faith  ha<l  married 

Vulcan  to  the  Queen  of  Love  ! 

6  Rugged  strength  and  radiant  beauty — 

These  were  one  in  nature's  plan  ; 
Humble  toil  and  heavenward  duty — 

These  will  form  the  perfect  man  ! 
Darkly  was  this  doctrine  taught  us 

By  the  gods  of  heathendom  ; 
But  the  living  light  was  brought  us, 

When  the  gospel  morn  had  come  I 
How  the  glorious  change  expected. 

Could  be  wrought,  was  then  made  free ; 
Of  the  earthly,  when  perfected. 

Rugged  Iron  forms  the  key. 

7  "  Truth  from  out  the  earth  shall  flourish," 

This  the  word  that  God  makes  known, ^ 
Thence  are  harvests  men  to  nourish — 

There  let  Iron's  power  be  shown. 
Of  the  swords,  from  slaughter  gory, 

Ploughshares  forge  to  break  the  soil ; 
Then  will  mind  attain  its  glory. 

Then  will  labor  reap  the  spoil ; 
Error  cease  the  soul  to  'wilder. 

Crime  Ikj  checked  by  simple  good, 
As  the  little  coral  builder 

Forces  back  the  furious  flood. 

8  While  our  faith  in  good  grows  stronger; 

Means  of  greater  good  increase  ; 
Iron,  slave  of  war  no  loiiiier, 

Heads  the  onward  march  of  peace; 
Still  new  modes  of  service  finding. 

Ocean,  earth  and  air  it  moves. 
And  the  distant  nations  binding, — 

Like  the  kiiulred  tie  it  proves ; 
With  its  Atlas-shoulder  sharing 

Loails  of  human  toil  and  care; 
On  its  wing  of  lightning  bearing 

Thoujiht's  swift  mission  through  the  air  I 


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9  As  the  rivers,  farthest  flowin;.', 

In  tlio  liigliest  hills  Ikivu  hirlli  ; 
As  the  banyan,  broadest  grow  in;;, 

Oftenest  bows  its  heail  to  eartli, 
So  tho  noblest  minds  press  onward, 

Channels  far  of  goo<l  to  trace  ; 
So  the  largest  hearts  bend  downward, 

Circling  all  tho  human  race  ; 
Thus  by  Iron's  aitl,  pursuing 

Through  tho  earth  their  plans  of  love. 
Men  our  Fatlier's  will  are  duiny 

Here,  as  angels  do  abovu. 

&AUAII    JOUKPHA    IIAI.I. 

Born  nvs,    Ulwl  1879. 

THE    DAY    BREAKETH. 

"  We  ace  no  iiiw  temples  luiywbvro.    The  riuC  fuith  u(  ludla  Is  dying  uut."  — 
Zietter  from  ludia. 

1  O'er  temple  and  column  and  cornice, 

Tho  moss  of  the  ages  has  grown  ; 
Through  the  halls  of  great  Braluna,  tho  Golden, 
The  stranger  may  wander  alone. 

2  No  longer  shall  Vishnu,  Preserver 

Of  Manu  tlie  Just,  avenge  men  ; 
Or  Siva,  the  dreaded  Destroyer, 
'  Revisit  his  temi)le  again. 

3  From  the  summit  of  lofty  Olympus, 

The  gods  of  tho  Ancients  have  tlown  ; 
The  shrines  of  old  Greece  are  deserted, 
And  Venus  lies  sleepuig  iu  stone. 

4  In  the  aisles  of  the  forest  no  dryad 

Shall  dance  iu  their  shadows  again ; 
No  naiad  shall  bathe  in  their  fountains, 
Or  sport  ou  Arcadia's  plain. 

5  Nevermore  shall  the  wandering  Isis 

Stray,  weeping,  through  Egypt's  dark  laud 
While  seeking  the  long-lost  Osiris  ; 

Tiiey  are  dead  in  her  desert  of  sand. 
G  Still  the  sun  gilds  the  cold  lips  of  Meiuuon : 

Hut  Menmon  is  voicele.ss  and  dumb; 
And  the  stony-i'ved  Sphynx  shall  gaze  outward 

O'er  the  desert  for  ages  to  come. 

7  From  the  far  icy  hills  of  the  Northland 

The  strong  giant  Ymir  lias  fled ; 

And  Veli,  aiul  Ve,  and  (ireat  0<lin, 

In  the  halls  of  Vathalla  lie  dead. 

8  And  Thor,  with  his  pf)nderous  hammer. 

Mighty  son  of  a  mightier  sire; 
His  thuiiiler  is  hushed  on  the  mountains 
In  tho  land  of  tho  "frost  and  the  lire." 

9  No  more  on  tlic  high  Diiiid  altar 

Shall  victim  or  sacrifice  moan; 
Fallen  on  th(^  hill-tops  in  ruins. 

Lie  the  cromlech  and  circle  of  stone. 
10  The  funeral  pyn;  of  the  widows 

No  hand  shall  re-kih<lle  again; 
The  tires  of  tht^  Aztec  and  I'ersian 

Are  quenched  in  the  blood  of  the  slain. 


11  I'or  a  light  has  arisen  to  lighten 

Till-  i>lcs  of  the  (ieiitiles  afar; 
And  nations  siiall  tloek  to  its  risings 

And  woihhii)  tho  bright  "  ^Yorning  Star." 

12  "Tia  tho  herald  of  gloriotiH  dawning. 

The  "Day  Star"  of  lilV  Irom  on  high: 
In  the  bla/.e  oi  its  light  the  prouti  C'rewent 
^^'anos  apace  in  the  Orient  sky 

13  On  the  sIojM's  of  tho  myth-haunted  Ida, 

O'er  tho  yKgean  isles  of  the  sea. 
In  the  ruin-strewn,  seven-hilled  city, 
Has  dawned  the  glad  life  of  the  free. 

11  In  the  courts  of  the  guarded  Zeiiann, 

Where  the  voice  of  the  world  is  unheard, 
Brave  woman  has  ventured  to  carry 
The  news  of  the  Life-giving  Word. 

15  O'er  the  islands  that  gem  the  Pacific, 

O'er  the  siiow-iTcsted  hills  of  the  North, 
O'er  Ceylon,  with  its  garden-like  beauty. 
The  gospel  of  light  has  gone  forth. 

16  To  the  heathenish  millions  of  Afric 

Is  dawning  a  glorious  day  ; 
It  has  ]>ierced  the  dark  Indian  jungle. 
And  the  idol-sown  coast  ol  3Ialay. 

17  And  the  angels  that  crowded  the  heavens, 

To  bear  the  glad  news  of  His  birth. 
Shall  rejoice  with  the  Lord,  "when  He  cometh' 
To  gather  the  ransomed  of  earth. 

18  0  reapers,  arise  to  the  harvest! 

And  gather  in  sheaves  while  you  may , 
Cry  aloml  in  the  ear  of  the  sleeper. 
For  brief  are  the  hours  of  his  day. 

19  And  dark  is  the  fate  that  awaits  you, 

O  reapers  of  life  or  of  death  I 
If  } on  have  no  share  in  the  harvest. 

When  "  His  glory  shall  fill  the  whole  earth." 

MRS.    WALTER  L.   MAVO. 
LoTeuworth.  Kuisu.  18M. 


THE  TREASURES  OF  DARKNESS 

"  I  will  giro  thee  the  st-cnst  of    daritneM  and  hidden  richc*  ol 
places."-  Is  xIt  :  i 

1  Wiiat  shall  I  give  to  thee. 

Daughter,  low  kneeling. 
Kneeling  and  seeking  for  bles.sings  divine? 
Ask  what  thou  wilt  of  Me  — 

Mercy  and  healing  ? 
Peace  and  the  joy  I  have  promised  to  Miue  ? 

2  Nay.  as  the  sun  and  air 

Freely  they're  flowing 
Unto  e.ich  soul  bought  by  s.icrifice  free; 
Kicner  liie  giiis.  more  rare. 
Passing  all  knowing. 
Child  of  my  inner  heart,  give  I  to  thee. 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


3       Troasuros  of  darkness,  lo  ! 
Now  do  I  olVtT, 
Gems  ill  whose  lustre  all  crown  jewels  pale, 
Kuhiis  with  fire  ajjlow, 
Gold  from  my  eolVer, 
Spices  ami  oilors  thai  laile  every  gale. 
^       Ask  of  Ml",  ask  of  Me 

Stniiiiih  for  llitir  iioldiii"^, 
Hands  tliat  can  bravely  such  riches  enfold, 
Eyes  that  uuda/zlcd  see 
Wonders  unfolding. 
Ears  to  hear  music  that  cannot  be  told. 
h       Only  l)ure  feet  may  tread 
Steady  and  fearless 
Down  tile  steep  steppings  that  lead  to  that  mine  ; 
Only  faith  comiuers  dread, 
Pure-eyed  and  peerless, 
Seeing  tiirough  cloud-veils  the  perfect  sunshine, 
tj        Down  in  the  darkness  lie 
Rubies  wiiose  lustre 
Mirrors  that  blood  which  can  cleanse  every  stain  ; 
Diamonds  their  brilliancy 
Flash  from  each  cluster  — 
Tears  that  hav<!  rainbowed  the  sunshine  again. 

7  Sapi)iiires  of  truth  there  be 

IJlue  as  the  morning, 
Milky  white  pearls  and  the  fair  opal's  dyes. 
Types  of  true  purity, 

False  meanness  scorning. 
Red  gold  of  holiness  dropped  from  the  skies. 

8  Uu ruing  by  night  and  day 

Down  in  the  darkness, 
Fiercely  the  furnace  flames  lick  up  the  gold; 
Fair  are  the  forms  that  lay 

Polished  and  chiselled, 
Carven  work,  beaten  work,  work  from  the  mould. 

9  Patience  and  peace  are  there ; 

Sorrow  and  doubting. 
Pain's  sharpest  vvi^apons  have  fashioned  their  form; 
Ht)pe,  love  and  trusting  prayer, 

Gladness  and  shouting, 
Grow  best  in  darkness,  wax  strongest  in  storm. 

10  So  will  I  give  to  thee, 

Dauiihier,  low  kneeling. 
All  My  <'hoice  treasures  hid  safe  in  the  mine ; 
So  <'very  bell  shall  be 
•Joyfidly  pealing, 
Turned  to  the  glory  and  bliss  that  is  thine. 

MISS  M.   E.  WINSLOW. 


2  So  long  the  fiend  of  hunger 

I}y  each  ble-ak  hearth-stone  stood. 
With  wild  eyes  lierce  and  longing, 
With  gaunt  hands  asking  food, 

3  That  wild  from  their  home  the  people 

Rusln.d  forth  in  the  hungry  air ; 
The  pitiless  blue  of  Heaven 
Hut  mocked  at  their  des|)air. 

4  Tluiy  went  to  castle  and  convent, 

AVhere  dwelt  the  great  and  good, 
And  begged,  for  love  of  Mary, 
A  single  morsel  of  food. 

5  So,  shrieking  still  for  mercy 

Through  days  of  dreary  length. 
They  came  to  where  the  Wartburg 
Looked  down  in  massive  strength. 

6  With  deep  eyes  dmi  with  pity. 

With  white  hands  strong  with  love, 
AVith  hair  like  a  saintly  glory. 
The  countess  looked  from  above. 

7  She  sold  her  broad  possessions. 

And  when  these  would  not  suffice. 
She  sold  her  robes  and  jewels. 
And  gave  the  poor  the  price. 

8  Then  came  to  the  count  his  mother, 

And  his  sister,  proud  and  cold  : 

"My  son,  thy  thoughtless  countess 

Her  lands  and  gems  hath  sold. 

9  "  Of  her  ancient  Inie  forgetful. 

With  recreant  hand  she  flings 
Among  those  worthless  beggars 
A  wealth  to  ransom  kings." 

10  Then  the  count  rose  up  in  anger. 

To  his  trembling  wife  he  s|):ike : 
"  No  more  of  this,  my  Lisbeth, 
I  charge  thee,  for  my  sake." 

1 1  But  too  strong  in  her  was  pity 

To  heed  her  lordV  tx)unnand, 
And  daily  her  stinti'd  largess 
She  gave  with  eager  hand. 


II.    THE    MIRACLE. 


GODS   ROSES. 


I.    THE    FAMINE. 


1  The  land  was  rung  by  famine ; 
Its  pitiless  grip  of  |)ain 
Crushed  out  the  sireuL'th  of  manhowl. 
The  life  of  heart  and  pain. 


The  sweetest  .saint,  Elizalx»th, 

Down  from  the  castle  stept ; 
Like  clouds  around  the  glorious  moon 

Her  mantle  round  her  swept  : 
And  like  a  halo  round  her  brows 

Sliunmered  her  golden  hair  ; 
And  like  an  angel  in  God's  light, 

Her  face  was  saintlv  fair. 


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2  And  uiidoriioatli  her  mantle's  fold 

She  liid  with  trciiibliiiLj  care 
A  l)askt'i  stoiH'd  witii  scraps  of  food, 

For  tilt;  lK'^;:jars  starving  tiu're  ; 
Her  blue  cvfs  wide  witii  terror, 

Her  li(!art  witli  fear  opi)iTSt, 
She  trembles  like  a  timid  bird, 

Tlie  spoiler  near  its  nest. 
8  And  the  people  watched  her  coming  down, 

Like  a  Hi^lit  seen  through  the  storm, 
And  all  the  brii^htness  in  the  uir 

(lathered  round  her  form. 
And  uns(!en  anj^els  at  her  side 

Moved  noiseless  down  the  path, 
When  sudden  from  concealiiii^  trees 

Count  Louis  burst  in  wrath. 

4  In  courtly  terms  he  greeted  her, 

Hut  his  brow  was  stern  with  gloom  : 
"What  hid'st  thou  'neath  thy  mantle  fold? 

Roses  in  crimson  bloom?" 
Then  the  sweet  wife  Klizabeth 

All  trembling  bent  her  head, 
To  hide  her  terrors  and  her  tears, 

"  God's  roses,  count,"  she  said. 

5  Then  darker  grew  Count  Louis'  frown  ; 

"  Nay,  by  my  troth,"  he  spoke, 
"  'T  is  scraps  for  thy  filthy  beggars  !  " 

Anil  tare  away  the  cloak  ; 
And  lo  !  beneath  the  round,  white  arm 

Wlu-re  the  crusts  had  lain  concealed, 
The  royal  roses  incense  breathed 

In  dewy  bloom  revealed. 
C  Then  grave  and  kind  grew  Louis'  face ; 

"  Nay.  'Lisbeth,  go  thy  ways  ; 
111  shall  it  fare  henceforth  with  him 

Who  speaks  in  thy  dispraise.  " 
And  down  the  ages,  while  the  fames 

Of  king  and  kaiser  faint, 
Still  lives  her  name  in  grateful  hearts, 

Elizabeth,  the  saint. 

III.    GOD'S    ROSES    NOW. 

1  The  while  our  sisters'  hopeless  hearts 

Drag  on  'mid  pain  and  strife, 
Shall  we  not  freely  semi  them 

The  blessed  bread  of  Life  ? 
Yea,  some  as  fair,  as  saintly 

As  sweet  Klizabeth, 
Have  given  home  and  loved  ones, 

Have  faced  a  lonely  death  ; 

2  Have  suffered  loss  of  all  thing.s, 

To  bear  their  glorious  Lord 
To  souls  that  sit  in  darkness. 

And  wait  His  kindling  word  ; 
And  we  who  ket'p  our  pleasant  homos. 

Our  lives  with  comfort  stored, 
Who  give  but  scraps  and  fragments 

From  our  abundant  board, 


3   Kven  these,  if  freely  given. 

With  fi  rMiit  piayer>  and  true. 
Our  glorious  Lord  shall  bless  them, 

His  mighty  wr)rk  to  do; 
Transferred  by  His  sweet  miracle, 

Kach  gift  in  beauty  grows. 
Till  the  wilderness  shall  brighten. 
And  blossom  ius  the  rose. 

Maa  ■ootrp. 
*  R<aul  bvloru  the  Wiimau'i    PresbjrtorUn  Baud  Fordgn  Miaioo*  of   tha 
Nurthwust,  at  the  elorenth  aaniul  meetlog,  U82. 


•THE    BRIDE'S    OUTFIT. 

Dr.  Coan  gives  the  followinij  Incident,  as  having  oc- 
curred ainoiig  tlie  Nesliiriaii  Clirisiiansof  I'crsia,  iluriii;; 
till!  great  tiiiaiicial  panic  in  America  in  IMT:  "All  our 
great  niissiDuary  socieiies  were  crippletl,  and  tlie  cry  of 
retreiiciunent  was  l)orne  piLssiimateiy  across  to  x\u'  for- 
ei;;n  lieMs;  workers  were  (lischargeti  and  missions  closed. 
Ueporl  of  tlie  troul)le  came  to  the  Ni-Morians,  and  Iliey 
instantly  suniinoni'tl  an  assenil>ly  to  consider  Imw  lliey 
nii^'IU  act  so  as  lo  l)eslow  help  most  quickly  and  effecl- 
ivelv.  The  meeting  was  called  to  oidiT  l)y  an  aced 
believer,  who  l)egan  the  roiifen-nce  hy  adislinct  allusion 
lo  the  costliness  of  their  wedding  ceremonies  in  those 
Oriental  lands,  lie  insisted  that  yonng  jvo|>le  iiiiglit  lie 
married  in  plainer  costiiiiies. 

What  followed  at  their  meeting,  anil  their  plans  for 
help,  as  slated  hi  iefly  hy  I'r.  C,  have  been  thrown  into 
the  simple  verses  here  given: 

1  The  clouds  hung  low  in  the  Persian  sky. 

Where  gathered  a  little  band. 
In  sorrow  and  fear,  this  wf)rd  to  hear 
From  the  far,  free  Western  land. 

2  "  We've  no  more  to  give  and  no  more  to  ple<lge  ; 

Distress  and  misfortune  reign  ; 
Men's  hearts  are  failing  them  for  fe.ar, 
And  the  land  reels  with  the  strain. 

3  "  Withdraw  the  workers  from  every  field. 

Their  lK)oks  from  the  children  take  ; 
Retrench  —  cut  dow  n  —  remove  —  disband  — 
The  outposts  backward  stake." 

4  Tears  fell  like  rain  'mill  the  little  batid. 

When  outspoke  the  K-ader  old  : 
"'T  is  the  ALister's  work,  and  it  must  not  fail  — 
We  may  have  both  silvtr  and  gold. 

5  "  Hut  we  have  it  only  if  loving  hearts 

Are  ready  for  crosses  and  |)ain  ; 
Behold  iM'fore  us  the  blessed  way. 
If  but  pride  and  self  are  .slain. 

6  "  Our  brides  go  decked  for  the  marri.ige-rite. 

In  costly  and  brave  arniy. 
In  iM'auty  of  silver  and  gold  and  pearl 
They  shine  for  the  joyous  day. 

7  "  Hut  Indiold  the  Church,  the  Hri<le  of  our  King, 

As  she  goes  to  His  palace  of  liglit  ; 
She  goes  in  the  storm  with  her  |K>or,  luire  feet, 
lu  rags  and  scorn  and  despite. 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


8  "  Did  ovor  a  brido  in  siirh  moanost  array, 

To  bo  royal  a  liu,>l)aii(l  npair  ? 
Let  us  rolu"  licr  anew,  as  In-fittetli  the  King ; 
His  liriliu  for  His  palace  j)repare.  " 

9  Then  the  loving  little  Nestorian  band  • 

C'aiii;lit  tilt!  f^lowiiig  Orient  speech. 
And  ]>r()niiM-  and  pledge  in  beautiful  word 
Went  (piickly  from  each  to  i-ach. 

10  "A  ring  she  must  have,  a  shining  pearl, 

It  shall  be  my  gift,"  said  one; 
Said  another,  then,    "  For  her  journey  long, 
To  shield  her  from  storm  and  sun, 

11  She  will  need  a  veil —  I  will  cover  the  face 

Of  this  fair,  sweet  Bride  of  a  King." 
Still  another  spoke  —  "  But  she  must  not  walk ; 
A  sure,  swift  steed  7^  will  bring." 

12  "  O  Prince's  daughter,"  rang  soft  and  clear, 

"  How  beautiful  are  thy  feet ! 
If  she  ride,  she  must  have  the  richer  shoes ; 
They  shall  be  for  her  station  meet." 

13  In  a  grave,  sweet  way,  still  another  voice 

Took  the  circling  symbol  up  : 
"  The  wine  of  the  Kingdom,  so  rich  and  pure, 
She  shall  drink  from  a  golden  cup." 

14  "  And  what  shall  she  eat  on  the  wearisome  way  ?" 

Said  the  leader,  questioning  still. 
"  The  sweetest  fruit  of  my  vineyard,"  said  one, 
"  From  the  sunniest  spot  on  the  hill." 

15  "  Can  a  maiden  her  ornaments  e'er  forget?" 

'T  was  the  voice  of  a  fair  young  girl  — 
"I  will  give  my  own  for  this  queenly  bride, 

Silver  and  agate  and  pearl." 
IG  "  I  have  nothing  to  give  but  a  poor  worn  mat," 

From  his  poverty  then  spake  one, 
"  But  perhaps  the  Queen  would  step  upon  that, 

When  her  long  day's  ride  is  done." 

17  Now,  Mar  Yohannan,  their  ruler,  sat 

In  silence,  amid  them  there  ; 
No  word  had  escaped  him,  unless,  perhaps. 
He  were  saying  an  inward  prayer. 

18  Then  the  leader  cried,  with  a  piercing  glance 

On  the  royal  guest  cast  down  : 
"  W^lio  gives  for  this  daughter  of  a  King, 
And  this  bride  of  a  Prince,  a  crown  ?  " 

19  Then  Mar  Yohannan,  where  he  sat, 

Upraised  liis  j)rincely  hand  : 
"  Kiglit  royally  with  a  crown,"  said  he, 
'*  Shall  the  Bride  go  through  my  land." 

20  So  the  clouds  were  cleared  from  the  Persian  sky, 

And  tiie  earnest  Nestorian  band 
Witii  tlieir  precious  offerings  thrilled  the  heart 
Of  the  far,  free  Western  land, 

21  Where  silver  and  gold,  and  wealth  untold, 

Are  lieaped,  or  scattered,  or  storeil. 
So  miii-li  |>oured  out  for  self  and  the  world, 
So  little  for  Christ,  the  Lord. 


22  Ah  !  surely,  the  Prince's  beautiful  Bride 

Goes  crownless  through  many  a  land. 
Nor  ring,  nor  veil,  nor  a  golden  cup. 
Is  offered  from  many  a  hand. 

23  Ah  !  empty  hands,  with  never  a  gift, 

With  sucritice  never  the  least, 
"Will  the  King  reach  Auww  full  hands  to  you. 
When  He  calls  to  the  marriage  feast  ? 

MBS.  K.  U.  JOHKSOH. 

PARAPHRASE. 

baiah  vi :  1.  8.     Rev.  ir. 

1  Behold  an  open  door !  behold  a  throne 

Was  set  in  Heaven,  and  One 
Like  to  a  jasper  and  a  sardine  stone, 
Who  sat  thereon  ! 

2  I  saw  the  twenty  elders  and  the  four ; 

The  seven  fires  never  dim; 
I  saw  the  six  wings,  full  of  eyes,  which  bore 
The  Seraphim. 

3  They  cry,  with  covered  feet  and  veiled  face ; 

Nor  seest  they  night  nor  day — 
"  Holy,  thrice  holy,  He  which  is,  and  was. 
And  is  alway !" 

4  Then  said  I,  "  Woe  is  me,  a  man  unclean, 

Biding  in  evil  coasts, 
For  lo!  my  sinful  eyes  the  King  have  seen, 
The  Lord  of  hosts." 

5  Wliereat,  a  Seraph  from  the  midmost  light 

Flew  with  a  living  coal, 
Which  touched  my  lips.     "  Now,"  said  he,  "  thou 
art  white, 
Sinless  and  whole." 

6  Also,  I  heard  the  Voice  say,  "  Wlio  will  go, 

Or  who  my  angel  be?" 
Still  burning  from  the  touch,  I  answer  "Lo! 
Thy  child,  scud  me  !  " 

Sl'SAN   HAYES  WARD. 


girs.  mm  t'  ^m, 


THE    RESURRECTION    FLOWER.* 

1  Centuries  old  is  this  flower  of  the  desert. 

Born  'neath  the  blaze  of  a  tropical  sky  ; 
Tos.sed  by  the  breath  of  the  burning  sirocco, 
Left  on  the  sand-tlrifts,  to  wither  anil  die. 

2  Bought  with  a  price  from  the  wandering  Arab; 

Cliief  of  my  treasures.  I  give  thee  a  place; 
Touched  by  the  scent  of  the  life-giving  water. 
Unfold  thy  dark  petals  in  beauty  and  grace- 


FOREIGN  MISSIONS.    SONGS,  READINGS  AND  RECITATIONS  FOR  YOUNG  LADIES'  SOCIETIES.      J57 


3  It  seemed  as  a  trick  of  the  wily  magician, 

Or  a  i^liinpse  from  the  "  gates"  that  are  always 
"  ajar ;  " 
And  I  fancy  it  rich  in  the  lore  of  the  pilgrim. 
Away  in  the  laud  of  the  '*  liook '"  and  ihe  "  Star." 

4  Now  do  I  know  thee,  mysterious  stranger, 

Synd)ol  of  life  in  the  ages  gone  by ; 
Spanning  the  tomb  of  the  weary  Crusader: 
Guarding  the  dust  where  the  brave  heroes  lie. 

5  Slumbering  ages  are  wrapped  in  thy  bosom ; 

Mute  are  the  secrets  locked  close  in  thv  cell ; 
Our  past  is  a  wilderness,  peopled  with  shadows. 
Dark  Hower  of  the  Desert,  thy  silence  is  well. 

4    It  hiu  Uitely  bccu  dlscoviTuJ  that  thii  flower  carred  on  the  tomb  of 
the  Crusader  Is  the  "Resurrection  Flower." 

MRS.    WALTER  L.   HAVO, 

Learenwortb.  Kansas,  1881. 

THE    TAPESTRY    WORKERS. 

1  "  Carry  me  out,  my  brethren  ; 

For  I  can  work  no  more. 
Carry  me  out  to  meet  Him  — 

My  Master  at  the  door  ! 
The  sun  is  slowly  setting. 

And  the  old  man's  eyes  arc  dim, 
And  the  ta.>k  lie  gavi;  is  finished; 

Carry  me  out  to  llim ! 

2  "  The  task  He  gave  is  finished : 

I  mind  when  it  began, 
How  joyously  and  swiftly 

The  busy  moments  ran  : 
In  ardor  for  His  service, 

Methought  I  wrought  so  well 
That  e'en  His  own  appointings 

I  should  at  last  excel. 

3  "  But  through  my  vain  ambitioQ 

There  fell  the  hand  divine, 
That  (piietly  etfaced  it — 

My  dearly-loved  design. 
And  whilst  I  sore  lamented 

For  beauty  swept  away, 
'  More  beauty  hath  obedience,* 

I  hearil  the  Master  say. 

4  "  Then  I  was  still,  my  brethren, 

And  turnt'd  to  toil  anew. 
Leaving  to  Him  the  guidance. 

Whose  plans  arc  sure  and  true  ; 
And  though  to  trace  His  pattern 

At  times  I  vainly  tried, 
Mv  heart  found  rest  remembering 

He  sees  the  other  side.  ; 

5  '*  I  sat  behind  the  canvas, 

I  saw  no  beauty  grow, 
I  held  His  own  directions — 

Enough  for  me  to  know ; 
Many  had  wider  portions 

Of  clearer,  brighter  hue. 
But  the  old  man  in  the  corner 

The  Master  needed  too. 


6  "And  if  nor  gain  nor  glory 

Shnie  out  from  this  my  weft, 
Still  He  will  not  bi'  angry — 

I  did  the  task  He  left. 
And  now  that  I  am  lu-ipless. 

And  wraiy  is  my  frame. 
My  brtthrtn,  in  the  distance 

1  hear  Him  call  my  name." 

7  They  bom  the  old  man  gently 

Forth  from  the  working-room, 
P^orth  from  the  ended  labor, 

Forth  from  the  silent  loom ; 
And  down  a  voice  came  floating, 

A  voice  sereiH!  and  bh-st; 
"Oh!  good  and  faithful  servant! 

Enter  thou  into  rest. 

8  "  Long,  long  in  patient  duty 

Thy  yearning  soul  was  tried  ; 
Open  thine  eyes  to  beauty 

I'pon  the  other  side  ! 
Behind  the  canvas  toiling. 

Thou  did'st  not  dream  of  this. 
That  every  shadow-tangle 

Wrought  out  eternal  bliss. 

9  "And  every  thread  mysterious 

Into  the  pattern  given, 
W^as  waving  rich  perfection 

Of  love  and  life  in  heaven. 
Now  rise  thou  to  the  glory 

By  lowly  hearts  j)ossessed, 
W^ho  but  fullill  my  bidding. 

And  leave  to  me  the  rest !  " 


M ABUAJUtT  HCOTT  MACRITCnri. 

"aundajr  M«<a>lim" 


'HE   SHALL   NOT   FAIL   NOR   BE 


DISCOURAGED." 


Isaiah  xlii   i. 


Faint-hearted  and  weak  are  the  children  of  men, 
O'ercome  and  discouraged  a^ain  and  a^ain ; 
Over  and  over  we  falter  and  fail. 
Crying  out,  "  What  doth  our  lal)or  av.ail?" 
Verily,  then,  did  the  triumph  depend 
Only  on  this,  that  we  "  ho|)e  to  the  end," 
Dark  were  the  prosin-ct  of  joy  and  salvation. 
Pledged  and  foretold  for  each  sin-ruined  nation. 

NaT,  upfin  One  that  is  mightier  than  wc, 

Wait  all  the  lands  ami  tlie  isles  of  the  se.i. 

Hark  to  this  word  for  the  weak  .md  tin-  tried. 

Hearken,  then  hasten  tf>  work  at  His  side:  — 

"  He  siiall  not  1m'  dis<()uragifl  .anrl  He  shall  not  fail ; 

Till  judgment  and  truth  in  all  kingdoms  prevail." 

In  faithful  endeavor,  in  patient  enduranee. 

Let  us  "  lean  hard  "  on  this  gracious  as.surance. 

J  UK  I  ATA. 


358  WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 

THE    LIFE    OF   CHRIST. 

[Addreuod  to  an  auilicDCc  o(  heathen  womcD  in  a  zenana.] 

Silent  and  still  they  waited,  pressing  close 

Knmul  llie  "white  lady,"  those  ]K)<)r  Indian  wives 

"^\  lio  have  no  joy  in  lil'e,  no  hopi-  in  death; 

Waited  with  huifruid  ea<:erne.ss  to  hear 

lliat  wliicli  ini;rlil  pass  the  time — the  promised  tale 

Of  tli(!  irnat  (lod  of  England,  wiio,  'twas  said, 

L()V(<1  tliem,  loved  them,  th«;  poor  zenana  slaves. 

Scarce  seeni'd  it  j)ossihle,  but  "Silence  now, 

Hush  !  and  the  lady  will  be^n  her  Uile  !" 

Deep  silence  fell,  and  thus  the  lady  spoke  :  — 
fJofl  the  Father,  wlio  liath  loved  us,  from  His  home  of  central  light,  2  Thess.  ii :   16. 

Saw  tiiat  all  the  world  was  lying  in  the  gloom  of  sin's  dark  night. 

And  it  gri(V(<l  His  loving  sjjirit,  that  when  man  in  Adam  fell.  Gen.  iii :  6,  and 

He  Jiail  doomed  liimsclf  tlienceforwurd  to  the  "living  deatli"  of  hell.  1  Cor.  xv :   22. 

God,  the  holy,  gracious  Spirit,  in  His  wisdom  made  a  plan 
By  w  iiieli  justice  might  be  answered,  and  yet  life  be  given  to  man. 

"  Life  anil  peace  might  yet  be  given  unto  Adam's  fallen  race,  Rom.  v:  12. 

If"  said  He,  "some  sinless  saviour  would  but  suffer  in  man's  place." 
All  the  i'arth  was  searched,  but  vainly  ;  vaiidy  'mid  the  angels  too, 
Till  the  dear  Lord  .Jesus  offered  the  redem^jtive  work  to  do. 

So  He  came,  our  blessed  Saviour,  as  a  little  Child  to  earth,  Matt,  i:  2L 

And  a  manger  was  His  cradle,  in  a  stable,  at  His  birth.  Luke  ii:  7. 

Not  round  Him  were  courtiers  thronging,  not  for  Him  were  satins  spread, 
Oidy  cattle  nmte,  adoring,  waited  round  His  manger-bed. 

Day  by  day  in  stature  growing,  meek,  obedient,  good  and  mild,  Luke  ii :  40  and  52. 

Evermore  our  "  childhood's  patteru  "  grew  the  holy,  pure  Christ-Child. 

Nazareth's  unnoticed  cottage  was  a  happy,  holy  place.  Matt,  ii :  23. 

For  all  sunbeams  seemed  to  linger  round  that  sweetly  thoughtful  face. 
Then  as  years  and  months  swift  passing,  all  His  childhood's  days  were  o'er, 

As  a  carpenter  He  labored,  seated  by  the  workshop  door.  ISLark  vi :  3. 

Thus  He  toiled  for  many  summers,  Joseph's  son  despised  and  poor,  John  vi :  42. 

Doing  little  deeds  of  kindness,  noticed  not  till  done  no  more. 

Till  when  thirty  years  He  numbered.  He  His  public  life  began,  Luke  iii :  23. 

When  He  proved  at  Cana's  marriage  He  was  more  than  only  man.  John  ii  :   H. 

By  that  miracle  He  shadowed,  how  He  can  by  power  divine 
Cliange  the  waters  of  life's  duties  into  joy's  delicious  wine. 
Then  He  left  His  home  to  carry  sunshine  to  each  dreary  spot. 
Came  unto  His  own,  who,  faithless,  scorned  Him  and  received  Him  not. 
Never  weary,  ever  patient,  aye.  He  preached  the  Father's  love. 
Ever  strove  to  guide  their  footsteps  to  the  Paradise  above. 
So  H('  trod  the  land  of  Canaan,  leaving  many  a  trace  behind. 
Healed  the  sick  and  blessed  the  children,  raised  the  dead  and  cured  the  blind. 
But  though  all  His  deeds  were  kindly,  travelling  thus  and  doing  good, 
There  were  those  who  hated  Jesus,  tried  to  Iiarm  Him  all  they  could. 
So  at  last  they  took  our  Saviour  as  a  prisoner  to  be  tried, 
And  the  governor,  to  please  them,  said  He  should  be  crucified. 
Then  the  soldiers  scourged  and  mocked  Him,  clothed  in  purple  robe  of  scorn. 
Gave  the  "  King"  a  reed  for  sceptre,  for  a  crown  —  a  crown  of  thorn. 
To  His  death-jilace  then  they  led  Him,  up  on  Calvary's  green  hill. 

Drove  the  nails,  ah,  rough  and  ruthless !  through  his  (juiveriug  flesh  and  chill.      Luke  xxiii :  32,  33. 
Through  the  burning  noon  He  hung  there,  nailed  to  the  "accursed  tree," 
Agonized  in  soul  and  body,  tiial  from  such  we  might  be  free.  Isaiah  Ii :  9. 


John  i : 

IL 

Luke  viii 

:   L 

Mark  x : 

16. 

Matt,  xi 

:  5. 

Acts  X  : 

38. 

Matt,  xxvii 

:  2. 

Mark  xv : 

15. 

Mark  xv  :  15, 

17. 

Matt,  xxvii : 

29. 

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Round  the  soldiers  jeered  and  mocked  Ilim,  '•  Kin^  of  Judali,  now  arise  !  "     Luke  xxiii:  30, 

"Father,  pardon  them!"  He  murmured,  looking  up  with  jjleading  eyes.  Luke  xxiii: 

Selt'-forijetlul,  ready  ever  to  assuage  anotlier's  grief, 

Peace  and  parilon  lie  accorded  to  the  blest,  repentant  thief.  Luke  xxiii: 

When  Ilis  work  was  all  completed,  ••  It  is  finished  I  "  loud  He  cried,  John  \ix  : 

AVith  u  larit  look  upward,  heavenward,  down  He  bowed  His  head  and  died. 

There  were  those  who  truly  love<l  Him,  in  whose  hearts  He  had  fouud  room  ;  Luke  ii 

Who  with  tender,  reverend  fingers  laid  Him  in  a  new-maile  tomb.  John  xix  :    II, 

Tlu-re  He  rested,  sleeping  calmly,  after  tlu;  long  toil  of  life ; 

Till  He  rose  on  Easter  morning,  Victor  over  tleath  and  strife.  I^Iark  xvi 

With  His  friends  awhile  He  tarried,  gracious,  loving  as  before, 

Then,  '  mid  angel  hosts,  cloud-veiled,  He  returned  to  heaven  once  more.  Acts  i 

Now  TI(^  lives  and  reigns  in  glory,  and  for  sinful  man  He  pleads;  i.  Peter  iii :   21, 

He  who  died  from  hell  to  save  us,  there  forever  intercedes.  Hebrews  vii: 

Think  how  great  the  love  and  pity,  superhuman  grand  and  high. 

That  could  lead  the  Lord  of  Glory  for  the  sake  of  man  to  die. 

For  it  was  for  foes  and  rebels  that  He  left  His  throne  above. 

And  instead  of  awful  judgments  He  would  contpier  us  by  love. 

He  will  gather  in  His  kingdom,  in  the  blessed  land  of  light, 

All  who  truly  love  and  please  Him,  all  whose  hearts  are  clean  and  white 

Though  our  hearts  are  vile  by  nature,  dee])ly  stained  with  sin  and  woe. 

He  will  cleanse  us  if  wo  ask  Him,  and  will  make  them  white  as  snow. 

Hark !  He  speaks  to  you,  my  sisters,  says  to  e:ich  one  "  Come  to  Me, 

Give  to  Me  thy  heart  and  love  Me,  in  My  lovo  I  died  for  thee." 

He,  the  Ruler,  the  Almighty,  Lord  of  angel  hosts  above. 

Stoops  to  call  you  to  His  j)resence,  deigns  to  ask  you  for  your  love. 

By  His  life  of  ministration,  by  His  death  at  noonday  dim. 

By  His  agony  and  sullerings,  heed  His  call  and  come  to  Him. 

Silence  still  reigned  unbroken  till  she  stopped; 

Then  from  the  furthest  corner  of  the  room 

Came  a  low  voice,  feeble  and  choked  with  sobs — 

"  Lord  Jesus,  Saviour  !  Thou  the  oidy  one 

Wiio  ever  lovedst  me,  receive."      Sh(>  j)aused; 

Quickly  they  went  to  her.     "  She  wanders  oft 

She  has  been  ill  so  long,"  they  said — then  stopped, 

Whispering,  "  Hush!  she's  dead  !  "     Yes,  young  in  years, 

IJut  old  in  woe,  a  widow —  she  had  left 

Earth's  life  unloving  for  heaven's  loving  life. 

Jesus  the  Saviour,  the  all-pitiful, 

Had  heard  her  prayer,  and  had  receivetl  her  soul. 

A  Prize  Piwm  by 
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MARTHA 

1  Mount  Olivet  was  crowned  with  gold, 
liose  petals  openetl,  fohl  on  fold  ; 

Flashing  with  drops  of  dew  ; 
But  of  their  honeyed  heart's  delight, 
Of  glowing  day  and  <lewy  night, 

Poor  Martha  little  knew. 

2  The  dull,  hard  tasks  that  must  he  done 
Before  the  day's  swift  course  was  run. 

To  make  home  l)right  and  fair. 
The  service  no  one  thinks  to  praise. 
Yet  all  blame  if  it  fail  —  always 

Was  anxious  Martha's  share. 


3  Cumbereil  with  service  !  Troubled  heart ! 
Oh  !  not  for  her  "the  better  part," 

Of  folded  hands  and  eahn. 
Mayhap  the  fret  of  toil  liad  cost 
Her  s|>irit's  |H'ace.  her  lips  Inid  lost 

Tlie  i>ower  to  chant  a  psalm. 

4  To  make  tlu^  loved  ones  warm  for  bliss. 
Yet  all  tlu>  sweetest  joy  to  miss 

Of  love's  supreme  acronl ; 
Never  a  tale  hath  ]>oet  told 
More  sad  than  this  plain  story  oM 

Of  Martha  and  our  Lonl. 

EUZAarrR  rrvMIXtUL 
ErKotton,  UL 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


PRISCILLA     AQUILA    AND    PAUL. 

1  Mfllioii^jlit  on  C'oriiitirs  t-ifiuU-l, 

I  ;;azi(l  fur  down  tlic  strand, 
Wlu'i't;  twicf  a  tlioiisand  feet  l)fIow, 

The  fair  Hofts  sail  and  land  ; 
Wlicrc  lialf  across  tlio  Isthmian  plain, 

Thf  mountain's  shadows  chase, 
And  <las|)  a  thousand  domes  and  towers 

A\'ilhin  their  close  (ini)race. 
I  looked,  and  lo  !   three  other  forma 

IJeside  me  on  the  wall  ; 
Priscilla  one,  Atjuila  one, 

And  one  the  saintly  Paul. 

2  Tliey  stood  and  viewed  the  stately  ships 

Come  hack  from  Tyre  and  Home, 
The  black-prowed  argosies  from  Ind, 

Bear  gold  and  s|)ices  home  ; 
I  saw  th<'m  scan  the  western  shores, 

Where  high  Parnassus  shines, 
Above  the  Delphiau  oracles, 

Above  the  Delphian  shrines. 
"  O  Christ,  be  pitiful  to  these !  " 

They  said,  both  one  and  all — 
Priscilla  one,  Aquila  one, 

And  one  the  saintly  Paul, 

3  Unto  the  East  I  saw  them  turn, 

And  gaze  with  wondering  eyes, 
Where,  gleaming  on  the  Athenian  heights, 

Minerva's  altars  rise. 
There  on  the  bay  fair  Athens  lifts 

Her  temples  to  the  sun — 
And.  thither  pointing,  Paul  relates 

The  mighty  works  there  done  ; 
How,  on  the   summit  of  Mars'  Hill, 

Beneath  ^linerva's  throne. 
He  mocked  the  wrath  of  all  the  gods 

Proclaiming  one  unknown. 
They  bowed  their  heads  and  blessed  His  name. 

Who  loves  both  great  and  small ; 
Priscilla  one,  Acpiila  one, 

And  one  the  saintly  Paul. 

4  Below  us  the  Saronic  gulf 

Lays  dimpling  in  tlie  sun, 
For  fertile  islands  reaching  down 

Unto  the  fair  Colonne  ; 
At  right  of  us  Lepanto  laughs, 

Ik'side  thy  Sycion  shore. 
And  all  between  the  olive  yards, 

Ami  vincyanls  purpling  o'er, 
An<l  lemon  groves  and  citron, 

And  (jrange  rows  and  corn, 
And  Cyprus  for  tlie  Isthmian  crowns 

For  hcHM's  newly  born. 
"It  is  a  plenteous  land  and  fair," 

They  spake  both  one  and  all — 
Pris<-illa  one.  Aipiila  one. 

And  one  the  saintly  Paul. 


5  There,  Neptune's  mighty  colonnades 

Above  the  ISUidium  rise, 
Where  Greece  sends  down  her  kuightliest  youths 

To  struggle  for  the  prize  ; 
And  there,  upreaching  step  by  step, 

'i'lie  theatre  of  stone — 
And  hugging  close  the  Isthmic  wall 

The  tower  of  Palaemon, 
It  is  a  goodly  sight  I  ween. 

This  city  of  two  sejis — 
A  (pieen  between  two  lovers  set — 

The  citadel  of  Greece. 
"May  Christ  ])our  out  His  Spirit  here," 

They  j)rayed  both  one  and  all — 
Priscilla  one,  Acpiila  one, 

And  one  the  saintly  Paul. 

6  Then  spake  the  great  Apostle: 

"Across  yon  licjuid  blue 
There  rise  as  glorious  cities 

As  any  now  we  view  ; 
As  precious  to  that  Saviour 

Who  said,  'Go.  tell  of  me 
Unto  the  lands  and  kingdoms 

In  the  lands  beyond  the  sea.' 
Now  ye,  most  wise  Priscilla, 

And  Acpiila,  go  with  me, 
Then  even  there  at  Ephesus, 

As  here  at  Corinth,  we 
May  name  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Where  great  Diana's  shrined. 
Till  the  asiies  of  her  temples 

Shall  be  scattered  with  the  wind." 
I  heard  the  twain  take  up  their  vows, 

Unto  the  solemn  call ; 
Priscilla  one,  Acpiila  one, 

And  one  the  saintly  Paul. 

7  And  now  from  busy  Cenchrea, 

Fair  Corinth's  strong  right  arm, 
Where  Phcjcbe  and  the  brethren  give 

A  God-speed,  sad  but  warm ; 
Across  the  yEgean  waters  blue, 

Among  her  thousand  isles, 
They  sail  and  sail,  until  beyond 

The  Ei)hesian  harbor  smiles 
Diana's  glittering  colonnades, 

Reflecting  back  the  sun, 
From  Capitols,  and  cornices, 

And  friezes,  one  by  one. 
And  there  from  house  to  house  they  taught 

The  peoi)le,  onc^  and  all  ; 
Priscilla  one,  Acjuila  one, 

And  one  the  saintly  Paid. 

8  O  I'aiil,  beneath  thy  rods  and  stripes, 

In  perils  on  the  ch-ep. 
In  perils  from  an  hundred  ills, 

That  slumber  not  nor  sleep, 
In  weariness  and  watchings. 

In  hungerings  oft  and  thirst, 


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lu  iijikediioss,  in  agony 

From  uiilx'liuf  accurst, 
How  l)l(!s.s('(l  in  siicli  love  to  share, 

Suc:li  lioinu  tiiy  lioinc  to  call — 
Priscilhi  one,  A(iuihi  one, 

And  one  the  saintly  Paul. 
9  God  only  knoweth  all  they  wrought, 

In  tiiat  Eplu'sian  town  ; 
Priscilla  and  Acjuiia, 

litlovi'd  in  renown. 
Now  toiling  on  with  busy  hands, 

Now  jeopardizing  all. 
Instructors  of  Apollos, 

C'o-ial)orcrs  with  Paul. 
God  only  kiiowetli  iiow  at  Rome 

They  chet-rcd  tiie  martyr's  heart, 
Nv)w  ready  to  be  ottered 

In  that  clamorous  Koman  mart. 
Metiiinks  the  three  together  walked 

Beyond  that  city's  wall — 
Priscilhi  one,  Acjuila  one, 

And  one  the  sentenced  Paul. 

10  At  Rome,  upon  tiie  Ostiun  way, 

Cains  C'estius'  tomb 
Still  lifts  its  lofty  cenotaph. 

Amidst  the  surrounding  gloom; 
And  thence,  down  all  the  centuries, 

lias  come  the  martyr's  plea, 
"Priscilla  greet,  Aquila  greet, 

Ye  churches  yet  to  be  !  " 
They  bore  his  body  hence,  with  tears. 

When  he  had  sutVered  all — 
Priscilla  oni',  A(|uila  one. 

And  one  the  martyred  Paul. 

1 1  Again  on  Corinth's  mount  I  stand, 

And  view  the  land  below. 
The  idol  temples  in  the  dust 

Are  crumbled  long  ago  ; 
And  where  the  three  together  stood, 

A  thousand  thousand  stand. 
And  sail,  and  sail  to  golden  shores, 

Heyond  the  Ephesian  strand. 
But  still  we  hear  the  voice  of  I'aul 

I'll  to  all  people  call  : 
"  Priscilla  greet,  Acpiila  greet, 

That  Christ  be  all  in  all." 

KATE  a  snsRWono. 
TuluUo.  Oliio.  16S3. 

TYRE. 

Ezckicl  xxtU. 

1  Thou  art  high  in  thy  glory,  thou  Queen  of  the  sea ! 
AiKKnations  are  bringing  tlieir  tribute  to  thet; ; 
Not  a  region  of  earth  l)ut  has  heanl  of  thy  fame. 
Thou  merchant  of  nations,  thou  mart  of  the   main  ! 

2  Of  lir-tre«>s  from  Senir  tliy  ship-l»oards   arc    made  ; 
I>>lvnms  for  tlue  is  desiH)iled  of  her  sliade  ; 

And  IVislian  hath  lent  thee  invineilile  oaks, 
Ami  i\oiy  »  pnreliat*ed  from  Citinm's  coasU 


3  Fine  linen  from  E^'vpt  to  thee  has  been  brouglit. 
Blue  and  pur|»le  from  Elishas  isles  thou  hast  sought ; 
Her  mariners,  Zidon  was  proud  to  lend  thee  ; 

Thy  own  wi^e  men  have  guided  thy   ships   <)'<r   tlii> 
sea. 

4  The  riches  of  ocean  are  seen  in  thy  fairs, 

Thou  hast  traded  with  I>amus  in  multi|ilied   wares  ; 
Rail;  spices  an<l  jewels  by  Ramah  are  lent. 
And  gold  from  the  plenty  of  Sheba  is  sent. 

5  Thou  shalt  fall  from  thy  glory,  thou   Queen   of  the 

sea ! 
The  Lord  by  His  prophet  proclaims  it  of  thee  ; 
And  nought  shall   avail  thee,    thy    ]K)mp    and    thy 

wealth, 
When  the  wrath  of  Jehovah  jmrsues  thee  to  death. 

G  Now,  como  ye  and  mourn  for  the  ruin  of  Tyre ! 
The  Chaldean  comes  in  tlie  strength  of  his  ire  ; 
A  dark  pile  of  ruins  alone  doth  remain 
Where  once  stood  that  city,  the  pride  of  the  main  ! 

But  see !  from  a  wreck  it  hath  risen  again  ! 

7  As  the  sun  which  was  veiled  by  the  vapors  of  heaven, 
Bursts  forth  with  new  light,  when  those  vapors  are 

riven, 
Lo,  the  mists  which  obscured  thee,  no  sooner  removed, 
Than  thou  shinest  again  but  w  ith  splendor  renewed. 

8  All  nations  are  bringing  to  thee  of  tlieir  store, 
Thy  glory  is  greater  than  ever  before  ; 

Even  .Tudah.  despised,  has  heard  of  thy  power. 
And  the  land    thou  has   scorned,   forwards   gifts   to 
thy  shore. 

9  Though  honors  surrounil  thee,  and  wealth  seems  thy 

stay. 
And  again  o'er  the  ocean  thou  boldest  thy  sway, 
Alas  I  for  thy  pride  hath  returned   with   thy    might, 
'T  will  immerge   thee   ere  long  in  oblivion's  dark 

night. 

10  Now,  hear  from  the  prophet  the  mandate  of  God, — 
Yes,  listen,  O  monarch,  awhile  to  his  word. 

Thou  hast  gotten  the  riches  of  silver  ami  gold. 
Thou    hast  numbered   thy    treasures   till   they    are 
untold. 

11  Yes  perfect  in  wisdom  and  beauty  thou  art, 
Aivl  this  has  exalted  the  pride  of  thy  heart; 
Thy  palace  is  liiu'd  with  bright  gems  of  the  sea. 
They  reMect,  as  thou  walkest,  their  radiance  on  thee. 

12  But  hee<l,  O  vain  monarch,  this  warning,  and  fear, 
For  soon  shall  be  tinished  thy  sinful  career  : 

Tiie  LonI  is  agjunst  thee,  ()  king!   for  thy  hurt, — 
Thou  canst  not  the  sword  of   His  vengeance  a\irt. 

13  Now  quickly,  Gammadiin.  bring  hither  your  shield; 
Oh  I  come  from  your  high  towers,  your  Wiir  weapons 

wield. 
.\nd  hasten.  Oh  I   hasten,  eneh  brave  Arvaditc, 
For  MiiL'edon's  lion  hath  come  in  his  miglit. 


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11   Siiico  Tvrc  thou  art  puilty,  and  jruilty  thy  king, 
IIk'  Alii)i:,'lity  liuth  si-nt  liiin  to  punish  tliy  sin  ; 
His  i-ailiily  alMxh;  tliou  liusl  dared  to  profane, 
Ami  can  He  llie  hand   of   His   vengeance   restrain? 

15  She  lias  LMtliered  around  ht-r  her  own  warlilie  liost, 
I^iUc  tlic  >ands  of   tlie  jiccan  they  conijjass  iier  coast, 
And  I'l-rsia  lias  h-nl  Jier  l)rave  men  of   miglit, 
Tlu-y  hasti'  to  the  eonil)at;  they  rusii  in  tiie  light; 
Now  swiftly  tiieir  grapjde  tiny  liurl  from    the   wail, 
Ami  widely  around  their  catapnltas  fall. 

ir.   Now,  deep  as  the  purple  for  wliich  she   was  famed. 
In  her  desolate  streets  flows  the  blood  of  her  slain  ; 
Shr  is  falh'u,  alas!  and  the  victor  may  ritle 
Triinnphant  o'er  wrecks  of  the  splendor  and  pride. 

17  The  waves  now  are  troubled  the  lone  bark  to  meet, 
Wliicii  once  were  obscured  by  thy  nunil)erless  fleets  ; 
Where  proud  ships  have  anchored  beneath  thy  tall 

clitYs, 
Nouiiht  is  seen   to  approach    but    the   fishermen's 
skiifs. 

18  No  more  shall  the  nations  bring  thee  of  their  store, 
They  shall  speak  of  thy  riches  and  glory  no  more; 
That  night  bath  no  morning  which  settles  on  thee. 
Thou  merchant  of  nations  !  thou  Queen  of  the  sea  ! 

CHARLOTTE    AUIiCKTA    SMITH.       Boni  1820. 

Written  at  the  age  of  17  years.    Died  at  19. 
StouiogtoD,  Coun. 


THE    HEAVENLY    SECRET. 

1  I  ponder  oft  the  wondrous  things 

On  I'atmos'  isle  in  vision  shown : 
The  trumpet  voice,  the  seven  stars. 

The  lamps  of  fire  before  the  throne ; 
The  book  which  Judah's  Lion  loosed, 

With  awful  secrets,  seal  by  seal, 
The  golden  vials,  full  of  wrath, 

The  seven  thunders'  fearful  peal ; 

2  With  here  and  there  a  triumph  note, — 

The  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb, 
The  multitude  before  the  throne, 

With  blood-washed  robe  and  crown  and  jialni 
And  ending  all,  the  City  fair. 

Spread  out  like  sunlight  far  and  wide, 
With  "  Who.soevcr  will,  may  come," 

For  last  sweet  words  sent  down  the  tide. 

3  But  ev(<r,  'mid  these  mysteries. 

Sublime,  prophetic,  tender,  grand. 
One  precious  promise  fills  my  heart. 

And  binds  the  book  with  gold<>n  band: 
"To  him  that  overcometh  " — this 

The  swe(>p  the  l)euediction  takes  — 
H  .Sardis.  Smyrna.  IVrgamos, 

Your  church,  or  mine,  no  difference  makes. 

4  One  sole  ron<lition  binds  the  gift, 

Though  struggle  sore  behind  it  lie; 


A  faith,  a  life  that  overcomes, — 

A  warfare  unto  victory. 
And  then,  reward  I  A  pure  white  stone, 

And  in  the  stone,  a  secret  name, — 
A  strange  new  name,  and  no  two  stones 

Shall  bear  inscription  quite  the  same. 

5  For  surely, —  thus  my  musing  runs  — 

Since  't  is  no  name  already  known, 
It  cannot  be  some  name  of  (hrist. 

Both  loved  and  worn  by  all  His  own  ; 
For  thus  the  sacre<l  record  reads : 

"  No  man  may  know  it  saving  he 
Who  shall  receive  it," —  his  alone 

This  new  and  blessed  name  shall  be. 

G  This  is  the  thought  that  thrills  me  through  : 

We  have  a  secret  — (iod  and  1 1 
He  keeps  it  now.  but  unto  me 

He  will  reveal  it  by  and  by. 
And  while  I  wait,  my  heart  still  holds 

Some  fancy,  beautiful  and  fair. 
Of  what  that  glad  surprise  will  be, 

When  He  His  thought  with  me  shall  share. 

7  Perhaps  some  precious  name  by  which 

He  knows  me  in  His  heart  of  love, 
Because  of  special  service  given. 

Or  special  grace  I've  learned  to  prove  ; 
As  wrestling  .Jacob,  after  prayer, 

Had  seal  of  victory  on  him  set. 
In  that  new  name  which  crowned  his  seed, 

And  clings  to  all  God's  people  yet ; 

8  And  Mary  with  her  broken  box 

Of  fragrance  for  the  burial-day, — 
I  wonder  in  what  heavenly  name 

Christ  keeps  that  memory  hid  away? 
Or  that  poor,  lowly  child  of  His 

Who  of  her  want  gave  all  she  had, — 
I  wonder  what  sweet  word  uji  there 

Translates  that  deed,  to  make  her  glad  ? 

9  Or  it  may  be  the  precious  stone. 

Like  rich  intaglio,  given  to  each. 
Of  Christ  shall  some  impression  hold. 

Expressing  more  than  any  speech  ; 
How  in  some  great  emergent  hour, 

AVIien  heart  and  flesh  were  failing  fast, 
lie  showed  us  such  or  such  a  face, 

Till  all  the  fear  was  overpast ; 

10  Or  once,  in  some  communion  hour. 

We  went  with  Him  iij)  Tabor's  steep. 
And  that  transfigured  Face,  for  us 

Forevermore  the  stone  will  keep. 
And  thus  I  muse !   I  know  not  what 

The  secret  is  —  yet  still  the  same. 
His  tlionglit  of  me,  or  mine  of  Him, 

Will  sweeter  be  in  that  new  name. 

MB.S.    DR.    HERRKK   JOHNSON, 


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TALITHA   CUMI. 

A    CALL    TO    WORK. 

1  Was  it  a  marvel  the  maidi'ii  dead 

Stiaij^litway  slioiild  opin  her  wondering  eyes, 
Si)on  as  slu!  licard  what  .K'siis  said  — 
*  "  Dailihi,',  I  say  unto  tlit-e,  ariso  "  ? 

2  Soiiiclliini,'  like  tliis  the  teniier  tone 

Hill  in  the  Hebrew's  ancient  gnise, 
As  in  His  iiand  He  took  iier  own  : 
"  Dariinj^,  I  say  unto  thee,  arise." 

3  Can  she  obey  or  understand, 

Wrapt  in  her  i,Mave  (dothes,  as  she  lies  ' 
Has  she  tiui  streni,r|h  to  lift  a  iiand  ? 
"  Darling,  I  say  unto  thee,  arise." 

4  Does  slie  witii  trenudons  doubtin<;s  stir, 

Turn  witli  a  look  of  lost  surprise. 
Waiting'  to  know  who  spake  to  her : 
"  Darlinj,',  I  say  unto  thee,  arise"? 

5  Calls  she  upon  her  dearest  first. 

Father  and  mother,  from  whose  eyes 
Tears,  as  they  in  gladness,  burst, 

'•  Darlinj,',  I  say  unto  thee,  arise  "  ? 
G  "  Nay,  I  am  weak  —  I  cannot  "  —  Was 

That  what  she  said  in  luunhle  wise, 
After  the  words  of  Christ  had  pause  ? 

"  Darling,  I  s.ny  unto  thee,  arise." 

7  Read  what  the  pospel  saitli  :  "Straightway:" 

Never  a  breath  of  vague  surmise, — 
Never  a  moment  of  delav  ; 

"  Darling,  I  say  unto  thee,  arise!" 

8  If  as  He  touched,  she  had  not  stirred. 

Nor,  as  He  spake,  unclosed  her  eyes, 
Think  you  the  maiden  had  ever  heard, 
"  Darling,  1  say  unto  thee,  arise  "? 

9  Ah  !  if  ye  knew  !   p:ach  child  of  you  all, 

^  Shrouded  in  death  that  is  deeper  lies  ; 
Yet  you  may  hear  the  same  sweet  call : 
"  Darling,  I  say  unto  thee,  arise." 
10  Jesus  is  speaking  to  you  to-tlay  ; 

Can  you  such  tender  words  despise  ? 
Will  you  not  hearken  and  heed  "  straightway  ?" 
••  Darling,  I  say  unto  thee,  arise  !  "  ° 

MARdARFT  J.   PRC8TON. 
»  lu  the  original  tlie  word  embodies  a  term  of  uudcarmcut. 

CHRISTUS   CONSOLATOR 

Thl«  poem  was  read  by  Mrs.  Mary  H.  Field  at  tbo  Annual  Meeting  of  tho 
Ban  Joai.  CaUfomio,  Auxiliary.  It  was  suggested  by  an  accident  in  Mrs.  Condlfs 
missionary  experience  amnng  the  Chinese  women  of  Son  Francisco. 

1   Wailini;,  bowed  the  heathen  mother, 

O'er  her  little  dy ini;  child. 
Called  her  goils  and  otiired  incense, 

Mutteied  charms  in  .accents  wild; 
Plied  her  wi/ard  arts  of  healini;, 

roiiirht  the  liends  with  pagan  spell, 
While  her  fervid  iinantations 

With  her  .sobbing  ro.se  anrl  fill. 


2  Then  the  gentle  missionary 

Knelt  beside  the  sirieken  f)ne, 
Shared  the  mother's  bitter  weeping, 

.Soothetl  the  little  sufferer's  moan; 
*'  .lesns  loves  yon,  little  baby," 

Murmuicd  o'er  and  o'er  ai^ain. 
Till  the  wofnl  heart  bcsifle  her. 

Caught  the  old  and  sweet  refrain. 

3  Seized  it  with  a  frenzied  gras|)in;;, 

'J'honi.dit  it  some  new  |)oteiit  ait  ; 
Crushed  her  sobs  to  test  it.s  magic, 

On  the  baby  at  her  heart. 
''Jesus  loves  my  little  babv." 

Crooned  the  waMrinif,  tesirful  voice. 
Oh  I  sweet  miracle  of  healinj;! 

Poor  dark  soul,  rejoice  I   rejoice  ! 

4  Dews  of  sleep  are  softly  dropping 

On  the  little  anguished  form  ; 
Gleams  a  rift  adown  the  darkness. 

Shines  (lod's  rainbow  on  tin-  storm! 
So  the  iloor  was  gently  opened. 

As  of  old  at  Christ's  command  ; 
Grateful  hearts  His  gospel  welcome, 

Life  and  li;,dit  come  hand  in  hand. 

5  Still  as  wrou^iht  the  blest  evangel, 

Turning  darkness  into  «lav, 
"  Jtsus  loves  my  little  baby  I  " 

Sang  the  mother's  lips  alway  ; 
These  her  words  of  raptured  greeting. 

Song  of  prais<'  and  cry  of  j)rayer, 
"Jesiis  loves  my  little  baby  !" 

All  her  faith  and  love  arc  there. 


MARY  II.   riKLD. 

From  the  "Ocddeul.* 


DAY    AND    NIGHT. 

1  Wrapped  in  glory  of  noonday  sun, 

Flouts  a  world  of  pleasure  and  mirth : 
But  few  arc  the  robes  of  sunlight  spun 
For  wear    when  the  beautiful  day  is  done 

And  niglit    creeps  over  the  eartli. 

2  Uii  ler  thi'   blai-kness   of  midni:.dit  skv, 

Hangs  a  world  of  grief  and  lament ; 
And  "  Oh  I  for  a  garment  of  light  I  "  they  cry, 
"We  never  dreamed  that  the  day  could  die. 

Till  the  sunshine  all  was  spent'" 

3  Tho  days  will   come    and  the  davs  will  po. 

And  the  niijhts  will  ever  steal  on  ajiace ; 
And  tho  world  will  dance  in  the  sun's  warm  jrlow. 
And  wer>p  when  the  evening  sli.adows  prow. 

And  gone    is  the  sunlight's  grace. 

4  Oh'  haste  ye.    worldlings,  haste  to  spin 

Your  irarmonts  of  shining,  immortal  gold, 
R>'ailv  to  wear  when  the  shade^  boain. 
And  the  lon<i.  lonij  ni;;lit  of  prief  shuts  in. 

Till  the  splendors  of  morn  unfold. 

fWllA  r    ttnwo. 
M«rMra.  Ct.  UK. 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SOX' 


ryre  thou  art  guilty,  and  guilty  thy  king, 

luiighty  hath  sent  him  to  punish  thy  sin  ; 

■thly  abode  thou  hast  dared  to  profane, 

,u  He  the  hand  of  His   vengeance  restrain  ? 

s  gathered  around  her  her  own  warlike  liost, 

le  sands  of  the  ocean  they  compass  her  coast, 

ersia  has  lent  her  brave  men  of  might, 

laste  to  the  combat;  they  rusli  in  the  fight ; 

iviftly  their  grapple  they  hurl  from   the  wall, 

idely  around  their  catapultas  fall. 

leep  as  the  purple  for  which  she   was   famed, 

desolate  streets  flows  the  blood  of  her  slain  ; 

fallen,  alas !  and  the  victor  may  ride 

)hant  o'er  wrecks  of  the  splendor  and  pride. 

ives  now  are  troubled  tlie  lone  bark  to  meet, 

once  were  obscured  by  tiiy  numljerless  fleets  ; 

proud  ships  have  anchored  beneath  thy  tall 
fs,_ 

t  is  seen  to  approach  Init  the  fishermen's 
ffs. 

re  shall  the  nations  bring  thee  of  tiieir  store, 
hall  speak  of  thy  riches  and  glory  no  more  ; 
ight  hath  no  morning  which  settles  on  thee, 
nerchant  of  nations  !  thou  Queen  of  the  sea  ! 

CHARLOTTE   AUGUSTA   SMITH.      Bom  1820. 

Written  at  the  age  of  17  years.     Died  at  19. 
StoniogtOD,  Conn. 


THE    HEAVENLY    SECRET. 

der  oft  the  wondrous  things 
Patmos'  isle  in  vision  shown : 
runipet  voice,  tlie  seven  stars, 
e  hunps  of  fire  before  the  throne ; 
)ook  which  Judah's  Lion  loosed, 
th  awful  secrets,  seal  by  seal, 
olden  vials,  full  of  wrath, 
B  seven  thunders'  fearful  peal ; 

here  and  there  a  triumph  note, — 

3  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb, 

nuhitude  before  the  throne, 

th  blood-washed  robe  and  crown  and  palm  ; 

ending  all,  the  City  fair, 

■ead  out  like  sunlight  far  and  wide, 

"  Whosoever  will,  may  come," 

■  last  sweet  words  sent  down  the  tide. 

ver,  'mid  these  mysteries, 

)lime,  prophetic,  tender,  grand, 

irecious  promise  fills  my  heart, 

i  binds  the  book  with  golden  band : 

iiim  that  overcometh  " —  this 

i  sweep  the  benediction  takes  — 

rdis,  Smyrna,  Pergamos, 

ir  church,  or  mine,  no  difference  makes. 

ole  condition  binds  the  gift, 

)ugh  struggle  sore  behind  it  lie ; 


A  fait  a  life  that  overcomes, — 

A  wrfare  uuto  victory. 
And  tin,  reward  I  A  pure  white  stone, 

Andn  the  stone,  a  secret  name, — 
A  -u-A^v  new  name,  and  no  two  stones 

Sliallx-ar  inscription  quite  the  same. 

5  For  Muly, —  thus  my  musing  runs  — 

Sint  't  is  no  name  already  known. 
It  ■  aiitt  be  some  name  of  (lirist, 

I5utlb)ved  and  worn  by  all  His  own  ; 
Vov  I  In  the  sacred  record  reads: 

••  Xmian  may  know  it  saving  he 
Will)  Sill  receive  it," —  his  alone 

Thiijiew  and  blessed  name  siiall  be. 

C  This  ishe  thought  that  thrills  me  through: 
W<-  ivc  a  secret  — God  and  I  I 
He  kcc^j  it  now.  but  unto  me 
Mp  y\]  r»-veal  it  by  and  bv. 
A:  '<  wait,  my  lieart  still  holds 

y.  Itiautiful  an<l  fair, 
Ol   wli;  that  glad  surpri.se  will  be, 

Wht  He  His  thought  with  me  shall  share. 

7  Perhapeome  precious  name  by  which 

He  kows  me  in  His  heart  of  love, 
Bccausiof  special  service  given, 

Or  .sftial  grace  I've  learnol  to  prove; 
As  wri'Iing  .Jacob,  after  prayer. 

Had  lal  of  victory  on  him  set, 
In  ilia  tie  w  name  which  crowned  his  seed, 

Ami  lings  to  all  God's  jieople  yet; 

8  And  Mpy  with  her  broken  box 

Of  figrance  for  the  burial-flay, — 
I  wond'  ill  what  Iieaveiily  name 

Cliri.- keeps  that  memory  liiil  away? 
Or  lliat>ofir,  lowly  child  of  His 

Whn)f  her  want  gave  all  siie  had, — 
I  wiuid'  what  sweet  word  up  there 

Traiiatt's  that  deed,  to  make  her  glad  ? 

9  Or  ir  II y  be  the  precious  stone, 

1:1     Ich  intaglio,  given  to  each, 
C>t   '       t  shall  some  impression  hold, 
-  'iix  more  than  any  speech  ; 
H  "lui-  great  emergent  hour, 

\\        heart  and  flesh  were  failing  fast, 
lb    -inMHl  us  such  or  such  a  face, 

Till  i  the  fear  was  overpast ; 

10  Or  oiiic  in  some  communion  hour, 

W'u  \>-nt  with  Him  up  Tabor's  steep, 
And  tli;  transfiirured  Face,  for  us 

Forc^rmore  the  stone  will  keep. 
And  tbi  I  muse !   I  know  not  what 

The  fcret  is  —  yet  still  the  same. 
His  thoijht  of  me,  or  mine  of  Him, 

Will  veeter  be  in  that  new  name. 

MK.S.   DB.   HKBRICK  JOHNSON, 


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TALITHA    CUMI. 
A    CALL    TO    WORK. 

1  Was  it  a  marvel  the  maiden  dead 

Straightway  should  open  her  wondering  ees, 
Soon  as  she  heard  what  Jesus  said  — 

*  '•  Darling,  I  say  unto  thee,  arise  "  ? 

2  Something  like  tliis  the  tender  tone 

Hid  in  the  Hebrew's  ancient  guise, 
As  in  His  hand  He  took  her  own  : 
"  Darling,  I  say  unto  thee,  arise." 

3  Can  she  obey  or  understand. 

Wrapt  in  her  grave  clothes,  as  she  lies  ' 
Has  she  the  strength  to  lift  a  hand  ? 
"  Darling.  I  say  unto  thee,  arise." 

4  Does  she  with  tremulous  doublings  stir, 

Turn  with  a  look  of  lost  surprise. 
Waiting  to  know  who  spake  to  her : 
"  Darling,  I  say  unto  thee,  arise"? 

5  Calls  she  upon  her  dearest  first. 

Father  and  mother,  from  whose  eyes 
Tears,  as  they  in  gladness,  burst, 
'•  Darling,  I  say  unto  thee,  arise  "  ? 

6  "  Nay,  I  am  weak  —  I  cannot  "  —  Was 

That  what  she  said  in  humble  wise. 
After  tlu'  words  of  Christ  had  pause  ? 
"  Darling,  I  say  unto  thee,  arise." 

7  Read  what  the  gospel  saith  :  "Straightway' 

Never  a  breath  of  vague  surmise, — 
Never  a  moment  of  delay  ; 

"  Darling,  I  say  unto  thee,  arise  ! " 

8  If  as  He  touched,  she  had  not  stirred, 

Nor,  as  He  spake,  unclosed  her  eyes, 
Think  you  tlie  maiden  had  ever  heard, 
"  Darling,  I  say  unto  thee,  arise  "  ? 

9  Ah  !  if  ye  knew  !  P2ach  child  of  you  all. 

Shrouded  in  death  that  is  deeper  lies  ; 
Yet  you  may  hear  the  same  sweet  call : 

"  Darling.  I  say  unto  thee,  arise." 
10  Jesus  is  speaking  to  you  to-day  ; 

Cau  you  such  tender  words  despise  ? 
Will  you  not  hearken  and  heed  "  straights  i  ?" 

"  Darling,  I  say  unto  thee,  arise  !  " 

HARCARET  J.    ri;t<jN. 

*  In  the  original  the  word  embodies  a  term  o{  endtuumcu: 

CHRISTUS   CONSOLATOR. 

This  poem  was  read  hy  Mrs.  Mary  H.  Field  at  the  Annual  Mii  ti-  of  the 
Ban  Jo8<S,  California,  Auxiliary.  It  was  suggested  by  an  accident  in  M  .■■sJondit's 
missionary  experience  among  the  Chinese  women  of  San  Francisco. 

1  Wailing,  bowed  the  heathen  mother. 

O'er  her  little  dying  child. 
Called  her  gods  and  offered  incense. 

Muttered  charms  in  accents  wild ; 
Plied  her  wizard  arts  of  healing, 

Fought  the  fiends  with  pagan  spell, 
While  her  fervid  incantations 

With  her  sobbing  rose  and  fell. 


2  Then  the  gentle  missionarj^ 

Knelt  beside  the  stricken  one, 
Shared  the  mother's  bitter  weeping. 

Soothed  the  little  sufferer's  moan  ; 
"  Jesus  loves  you,  little  baby," 

Murmured  o'er  and  o'er  again, 
Till  the  woful  heart  beside  her, 

Caught  the  old  and  sweet  refrain. 

3  Seized  it  with  a  frenzied  grasping. 

Thought  it  some  new  potent  art ; 
Crushed  her  sobs  to  test  its  magic, 

On  the  baby  at  her  heart. 
"  Jesus  loves  my  little  baby," 

Crooned  the  wavering,  tearful  voice, 
Oh!   sweet  miracle  of  healing! 

Poor  dark  soul,  rejoice  !   rejoice  ! 

4  Dews  of  sleep  are  softly  dropping 

On  the  little  anguished  form  ; 
Gleams  a  rift  adown  the  darkness, 

Shines  (iod's  rainbow  on  the  storm ! 
So  the  door  was  gc-ntly  opened. 

As  of  old  at  Christ's  command  ; 
Grateful  hearts  His  gospel  welcome. 

Life  and  light  come  hand  in  hand. 

5  Still  as  wrought  the  blest  evangel. 

Turning  darkness  into  day, 
"  Jesus  loves  my  little  baby  !  " 

Sang  the  mother's  lips  alway  ; 
These  her  words  of  raptured  greeting, 

Song  of  praise  and  cry  of  prayer, 
"  Jesus  loves  my  little  baby  ! " 

All  her  faith  and  love  are  there. 


MARY  H.   FIELD. 
From  the  "Occident." 


DAY    AND    NIGHT. 

1  Wrapped  in  glory  of  noonday  sun, 

Floats  a  world  of  pleasure  and  mirth : 
But  few  are  the  robes  of  sunlight  spun 
For  wear   when  the  beautiful  day  is  done 

And  night   creeps  over  the  earth. 

2  Un  ler  the  blackness  of  midnight  sky, 

Hangs  a  world  of  grief  and  lament ; 
And  "  Oil  I  for  a  garment  of  light !  "  they  cry, 
"We  never  dreamed  that  the  day  could  die, 

Till  the  sunshine  all  was   spent !  " 

3  The  days  will  come   and  the  days  will 

And  the  nights  will  ever  steal  on  apa 
And  the  world  will  dance  in  the  sun's 
And  weep  when  the  evening  shadows 

And  gone    is  the  sunlight's  grace. 

4  Oh !  haste  ye,  worldlings,  haste  to 

Your  garments  of  shining,  immof 
Ready  to  wear  when  the  shades  beg 
And  the  long,  long  night  of  grief 

Till  the  splendors  of  morn  unfo 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


UNUSED   SPICES. 


"  Now  u|>on  tlie  flnl  day  of  tbo  WfH'k,  rery  early  in  the  morning,  they 
came  unto  the  wjiiilckre,  briugini;  tbu  iiiiici.'K  wliicli  they  had  prv- 
IHUvd."    Luke  xxiv. 

1  AN'liiit  said  those  women  as  they  bore 

Tlieii-  fragrant  jjifts  away — 
Tlie  s]»i(;es  tliat  tliey  needed  not 
That  resurrection  day  ? 

2  Did  Mary  say  witliin  licr  heart, 

Our  work  has  been  in  vain  ? 
Or  eoiinting  o'er  the  spit'es  brouglit, 
01"  so  much  waste  complain  !' 

3  Not  so,  for  tliough  the  risen  Lord 

Tlieir  spices  did  not  ncjed, 
Not  unrewarded  was  the  love 
That  planned  the  reverent  deed. 

4  For  though  unused  their  fragrant  stor  , 

Yet  well  might  they  rejoice, 
Since  they  the  first  wlio  saw  the  Lord, 
The  first  who  heard  His  voice. 

5  Sweet  story,  hast  thou  not  some  truth 

For  my  impatient  heart — 
Some  lesson  that  shall  stay  with  me 
Its  comfort  to  impart? 

G  Have  I  not  gathered  in  the  past, 
In  days  that  aie  no  more, 
Of  s|)ices  sweet  and  ointment  rare, 
"What  seemed  a  precious  store? 

7  A  little  knowledge  I  had  gained, 

A  little  strength  and  skill — 
I  thought  to  use  them  for  the  Lord 
If  such  should  be  His  will. 

8  Alas !  my  store  unused  has  been, 

The  strength  I  prized  hath  gone ; 
^ly  weary  hands  have  lost  their  skill, 
And  yet  my  life  goes  on. 

9  In  all  the  busy  work  of  life 

I  have  but  scant)-  share, 
And  scanty  is  the  service  done 
For  Him  whose  name  I    ear. 

10  So  many  hopes  and  plans  have  dic<l 

In  weariness  and  jiain, 
My  heart  cries  out  in  sore  disti'ess, 
"  Was  all  my  work  in  vain  ?  " 

1 1  Be  still,  sad  heart,  thy  hopes  and  jilans 

Are  known  to  One  divine; 
He  knoweth  all  thou  woul  ist  have  done. 
Had  greater  strength  been  thine. 

12  My  unused»6pices  !     Dearest  Lord, 

They  were  prepared  for  Thee, 
Yet  if  for  them  Thou  hast  no  need, 
Let  love  my  offering  be. 

"Christian  Oboenrer." 


GOLDEN-ROD. 

"Suruly  tiiure  is  a  place  for  gold." 

1  In  the  tent  of  the  Loid  there  was  gold ; 
The  lamps  with  tlieir  branches  and  flowers ; 
And  the  wings  of  the  cherubim  —  sweet 
As  doves  in  a  garden  of  bowers  — 
Spreading  over  the  mercy-.seat, 

The  altar  of  incense,  bright 

As  stars  in  some  tropical  night. 

In  the  tent  of  the  Lord  were  of  gold. 

2  There  is  gold  on  the  shadowy  hills ; 
The  powdery  petals  that  ding 

In  the  dust  of  a  thousand  sprays, 
Fine  as  a  cherub's  beaten  wing 
In  the  temple's  light  ablaze. 
Gleam  like  the  altar  of  our  God 
In  the  bloom  of  the  golden-rod  ; 
There  is  gold  on  the  shadowy  hills. 

3  There  is  surely  a  place  for  the  gold  : 
In  the  desolate  depths  of  mines. 

In  each  spray  of  the  golden-rod 
With  its  fair  and  feathery  lines, — 
In  the  tabernacle  of  God, 
The  temple  of  every  heart. 
Where  an  angel  dwells  ajiart, 
There  is  surely  a  jjlace  for  the  gold. 

£LLA   BEARDRLET. 

Chelsea,  Mass.,  October  6, 1883. 

MENTONE. 

"And  there  was  given  unto  them  a  short  time  before  they  went  forward." 

1  Upon  this  sunny  shore 

A  little  space  for  rest.     The  care  and  sorrow. 

Sad  memory's  haunting  i)ain  that  would  not  cease. 

Are  left  behind.     It  is  not  yet  to-morrow. 

To-day  there  falls  the  dear  surj)rise  of  peace  ; 

The  sky  and  sea,  their  broad  wings  round  us  sweeping, 

Close  out  the  world,  and  hold  us  in  their  keeping. 

A  little  space  for  rest.     Ah  !  though  soon  o'er, 

How  precious  it  is  on  the  sunny  shore. 

2  Upon  this  sunny  shore 

A  little  space  for  love,  while  those,  our  dearest, 

Yet  linger  with  us  ere  they  take  tluir  flight 
To  that  far  world  which  now  doth  seem  the  nearest. 

So  deep  and  pure  this  sky's  down-bending  light. 
Slow,  one  by  one,  the  golden  hours  are  given 
A  respite  ere  the  earthly  ties  are  riven. 
When  left  alone,  how,  'mid  our  tears,  we  store 
Each  breath  of  their  last  days  upon  this  shore. 

3  Upon  this  sunny  shore 

A  little  space  to  wait:  the  life-bowl  broken, 
The  silver  cord  unloosed,  the  mortal  name 
We  Ijore  upon  this  earth  by  God's  voice  spoken, 

While  at  the  sound  all  earthly  praise  or  blame, 
Our  joys  and  griefs,  alike  with  gentle  sweetness 
Fade  in  the  dawn  of  the  next  world's  com])leteuess, 
The  hour  is  Thine,  dear  Lord ;  we  ask  no  more, 
But  wait  Thy  suiniuous  on  the  sunny  shore. 

MAK(;.<ltKT  KKVEIIINK. 

"  Harper's  Magazine." 


FOREION  MiaaiONii.    SUNOS,  READiyus  AND  RECITATIONS  FOR  YuUNU  LADIES'  SOCIETIES.         3G5 


MISSIONARY  HYMNS. 


BY    MRS.    SARAH    J.    RHEA. 


Itiaru.M.ti  Mis.sioNAur  i  ud.m  Tkicsia. 


It  i.s  a  matter  of  sincere  rejoicinfj,  that  our  Lord'.s  jirovidence  lia.s  Icil  to  tlic  roinpilation  of  ]^Ii.ssioiiary 
Ilvmn.s  by  woman.  Tlie  truly  exeellent  hyuni.s  in  the  jtO-^-scssion  of  tlie  churcli  on  tin-  ^.'loriou.s  tlu-nie  of  the 
world's  redemption  have  been  very  few.  The  search  for  such  at  Missionary  Annual  Mcetin;;s,  and  on  frreat 
occasions  having  for  their  motto  "This  one  thiui^  I  do,"  lias  always  been  harassing  and  <li.»aj>|ioinlin;^.  Ilebcr's 
'•  Kroni  (ircenland's  iiy  mountains,"  Perrouei's  "  All  haii  the  power  of  Jesus'  name,"  and  Mrs.  .lohnscjn's 
"The  whole  wide  world  for  Jesus,"  are  the  best  we  have  had  in  cdinmon  use;  and  we  need  more  of  the  same 
kind.  We  need  hynms  of  true  poetic  spirit  burning  with  the  hidden  fires  of  ehxpu'iicc  and  devotion,  tiiat  will 
lighten  and  warm  the  heart  of  every  singer  and  cvPry  luarer  ;  that  will  humlile  man,  ami  reveal  and  e.xalt 
and  glorify  Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God  that  taketh  away  the  sins  of  the  world;  that  will  fulfill  Ili.i  own  words, 
and  lift  Ilim  up  so  that  all  men  shall  be  drawn  unto  Him. 

We  never  get  any  adecjuate  conception  of  Christ  as  a  Kino,  except  by  the  work  of  Foreign  Mission.s, 
its  aims  and  finished  results.  Its  consummation  is  His  universal  coronation.  The  hymns  shouM  be  enthusiastic 
and  inspiring,  sometimes  gentle  and  soft  like  a  still  small  voice  with  a  per.sonal  call  ;  sometimes  with  a  martial 
ring  for  the  summoning  of  the  clans,  or  the  leading  forth,  conquering  and  to  conquer,  of  the  great  army  of 
God,  following  the  Captain  of  our  Salvation. 

They  ought  to  be  hymns  so  full  of  Apocalyptic  glory  that  they  will  do  to  sing  through  all  time  and  eter- 
nity too  —  and,  having  served  theirpurpo.se  on  earth,  bear  repetition  by  the.  "redeemed  from  every  nation  " 
even  in  Heaven  around  the  thnme  of  God.  Su(  h  songs,  for  aught  we  know,  are  current  thi-re  now  ;  surely 
our  sweet  "Coronation"  would  fit  the  golden  harps  right  well!  To  write  such  hynms,  reipiire.s  a  spei-ial 
inspiration,  a  nearness  to  the  cross  as  a  centre,  and  from  that,  a  wide  outlook  to  the  very  cin-umfermre  of 
the  earth.  They  shouhl  not  only  glow  with  love,  but  be  heroic,  their  faith  8id)lime,  invincible  I  ex})ressing 
the  very  feelings  of  Abraham's  heart,  when  he  counted  the  innumerable  stars  ;  of  Moms'  heart  when  he  lid 
the  hosts  of  Israel  through  the  sea;  of  the  hearts  of  Miriam,  Hannah  and  Alary  a.4  they  chanteil  tluir  sweet 
songs  of  thankfulness;  of  .Joshua's  heart  encompassing  invulnerable  .Jericho;  of  the  hearts  of  Deborah 
and  IJarak  as  they  trium|)liaiitly  led  forth  the  ho.sts  of  Israel  from  the  oppression  of  Jabin  ;  of  David's 
heart,  running  toward  (ioliath  ;  Klislia's  heart  on  Carmel ;  Daniel's,  among  the  lions;  Isaiah's  when  he  iden- 
tified the  man  of  .sorrows  and  acquainted  with  grii  f  with  the  Wonderful  Counselor,  ]SIighty  God.  Kverlasting 
Father,  and  the  Prince  of  Peact; ;  Paul's  heart;  Christ's  own  heart,  wln'ii  Ho  said  :  "All  |)ower  is  given  unto 
Me,  in  Heaven  anil  in  earth,  go  y<^  therefore,  and  teach  all  nations,  and  loj  I  am  with  you  alway."  I 
have  a  high  idea  of  what  missionary  hymns  should  be,  and  I  am  heartily  glad  of  this  sincere  effort  to  raise  the 
standard;  and  while,  like  the  rest  of  the  sisterhood,  I  would  not  believe  in  a  book  for  pra<tical  use  which  is 
made  up  entirely  of  the  hymns  of  either  sex  to  the  exclusion  of  tin-  other,  1  yet  rejoice  that  this  move  lias 
been  inaile  to  collect  in  on(>  voliuu(>,  for  a  reference  book,  the  best  that  woman  had  done  in  this  direction  !«* 
the  praise  aud  glory  of  her  baviour  and  Risen  Lord. 

"Come,  Holy  Spirit,  aid  this  work, 
Come,  Angels,  help  us  sing." 


Lake  Forest.  Illinois,  Nov..    l.H.st, 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


THE    LORD    IS    KING. 

From  iIm'  islc^  of  tlic  sea  cotiiclli  tidiii^^s  of  Tlieo, 

Kidiii  llic  \  iin-iii:iiill(il  liills  of  C'alliay, 
They  have  luanl  of  tlii'  Lord,  tliuy  have  trusteU  His 
word. 
A  nation  is  born  in  a  day  ! 
Ciiours. 
Tli<  II  rejoico  and  sinij,  for  the  Lord  is  King, 

His  name  hy  Ilis  saints  is  adored; 
Rrjoicf  in  llis  iii^lit.  no  darkness,  no  uight, 
Hcjoice  antl  believe  in  His  word. 

2  From  the  East  eonies  tlie  cry  that  the  Saviour  is  nigh! 

Oil  I  liieak  fortli,  all  ye  lands,  in  His  praise! 
With  His  power  and  might  there  is  glory  and  light, 
In  His  hand  is  the  fullness  of  days. 

3  Let  .Jerusalem  sing,  for  the  Lord  He  is  King, 

Aiitl  her  l)i>iidaice  is  now  at  uii  end, 
Take  lu.-r  harps  from  the  trees,  lift  her  songs  on  the 
breeze 
All  her  voices  iu  harmony  blend. 

MKS.   r.   A.   F.   WOOD  WUITK. 

In  "Oood  Will."  Chicago.  111..  \i»i. 

CopjTightcd  by  dr.  t.  m.  iomt.ne. 

mM\  g.  gi;i(tl)dus. 

Mm.  Elizabeth  A.  Matlheirfi,  daughter  of  Ex.  Governor  Palmer, 
Springflcld,  Ul  ,  unl  wife  of  Dr.  Matthews  of  Carlinville.  is  not  only 
CiUsidered  ouo  of  llUiiiiis'  beat  poets,  but  she  is  an  earnest  Cliristiau 
worker  in  both  MUaiouary  aud  Temperanca  flelda  of  labor,  and  a  true 
lovi-r  of  home.  Brilliant  in  personal  appearance  aud  conversation,  she 
adorns  any  position  to  wliicb  she  is  called. 

CONSECRATED    MONEY. 

1  Look  at  this  little  heap  of  coin, 

Dimmed  by  the  rust  of  years  — 
Marred  by  the  ce.aseless  dropping 

Of  a  stricken  mother's  tears. 
Lightly  you  turn  them  over, 

With  your  fingers,  soft  and  fair  — 
Do  you  know  that  the  hopes  of  a  lifetime  i 

Lie  crushed  l)efore  you  there  ? 

2  Years,  years  .ago,  when  this  old  gray  hair 

Was  soft,  and  sunny,  and  brown, 
Into  my  care,  for  a  little  while, 

(Jod  sent  an  angel  down. 
Oh  I  the  bright  visions  that  came  to  me ! 

Oh!  the  sweet  dreams  of  pride! 
Fair,  v(>ry  fair,  should  the  future  be 

For  the  dear  one  at  my  side  ! 

3  Sh<!  should  have  riches,  and  love,  and  doliglit,        '^ 

\hv  p.itb  should  be  decked  with  flowers. 
My  bead  .should  plan,  and  my  hands  should  toil. 

That  liers  might  be  sunny  hours. 
Each  week,   I  would  carefully  lioard  away  4 

A  sum  that  would  ever  increase; 
My  darliii'.  .should  never  know  lack  of  "^old, 

Nor  j>ov  -rty  mar  her  peace. 


4  All  that  my  girlhood's  years  had  missed 

Slioiild  be  lur  happy  lot. 
The  tieasure.s,  for  wliicb  I  had  vainly  longed, 

Should  be  hers  witboul  a  tbou^dit. 
Child  of  my  heart,  thou  bast  left'me  now! 

Yet  iiiiiie  is  the  granted  prayer  ; 
Tboii  hast  the  brightness  and  joy  of  heaven, 

Untroubled  by  want  or  care. 

5  What  my  best  wisdom  could  not  win, 

Fatiier.  to  her  Tiiou  hast  given  : 
Beautiful  robes,  and  raiments  white, 

The  untold  glories  of  heaven. 
To  me,  there  are  left  the  empty  arms. 

The  sorrow  that  will  not  sleep, 
The  weary  days,  and  t!ie  lonely  nights. 

And  this  little  golden  heap. 

C  Take  it,  dear  P\ither,  it  is  Thine ! 
Too  long  has  it  moldering  lain. 
Let  it  bear  the  tidings  of  Love  Divine, 

Let  it  soothe  some  sad  heart's  pain. 
It  is  consecrated  to  holy  use, 
Hallowed  by  prayer  and  tears, 
,      Hopes  of  a  lifetime,  crushed  and  torn, 
Dreams  of  my  summer-years  ! 

7  It  was  saved  for  my  child,  and  perhaps,  who 
knows  ? 
It  may  bear  the  message  of  love, 
And  win  some  soul  from  the  path  of  sin. 

She  may  know  it,  even  above  — 
Know  that  her  mother  loves  her  yet; 

It  would  add  to  her  bliss,  even  there. 
Then  go,  little,  sacred,  golden  heap 
Of  Consecrated  Care ! 

MRS.    K.  A.   MATTHEWH. 

Carlinville,  III.,  1884, 

CHARGE  AND  ENCOURAGE  THEM. 

Deut.  iii,  28. 

Charge  and  encourage  them ;  bid  thorn  go  forward ; 

Fair  rides  the  King  in  the  midst  of  His  host ; 
All  His  true  soldiers  light  under  a  standard 

That  never  was  low(Med  and  cannot  be  lost. 

Charge  and  encourage  them;   thick  is  the  darkness, 
Bounilless  the  .sorrow  they  hasten  to  share  ; 

But  the  light  that  is  sown  shall  spring  forth  as  the 
morning. 
And  comfort  shall  visit  the  homes  of  despair. 

Charge  and  encourag(>  them ;  cheer  the  faint-hearted, 
Say  to  the  fearful,  He  strong  for  the  fi^ht  — 

Strong  with  the  strength  that  is  perfect  m  weakness, 
Clad  by  the  King  in  His  armor  of  light. 

Charge  and  encourage  tliein  ;  none  shall  be  weary — 
None  shall  be  downcast  or  faint  any  more. 

If  only  each  heart  will  beat  true  to  the  Captaiir 
Whom  all  the  ^real  armies  of  heaven  adore. 


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5  Charge  and  encourage  tlietn ;  after  the  battle, 
After  tlie  burden  and  heat  of  the  sun. 
Softly  shall  gallur  the  pale  stars  of  evening, 
And  thine  on  tiie  victor  whose  warfare  is  won. 
G   Fair  are  tiie  mansions  beyond  tlie  dark  river, 
Briglit  are  tiie  crowns  of  infinite  wortii, 
Sweetest  of  all  tiie  near  smile  of  tlic  Master  — 
Charge  and  encourage  them  —  bid  them  go  fortli! 

B.  M..  Ui  "ludia's  Wouun." 
1880. 

MEXICO 

1  O  beautiful  land,  whose  azure  skies 

Are  kissed  by  the  waves,  where  the  sunset  dies ; 
O  b(;aiitiful  land,  that  beseeching  stands, 

0  desolate  land,  that  wringeth  lier  hands. 

And  calleth  for  lulp. 

2  "  For  darkness  liath  wrapt  nn^  around."  she  saith, 
"The  darkness  of  night  and  sliatiow  of  death; 

1  open  iny  windows  toward  tlie  Fast, 

And  1  watch  your  skies,  where  night  hath  (;eased, 
And  long  for  the  light. 

3  "  l\Iy  altars  are  waiting  for  fin-s  from  heaven  ; 
O  you  to  whom  light  lias  been  fre<;ly  given. 
Bring  a  lighted  torch  from  the  sacred  lire 
That  burns  on  your  own,  eri!  our  hearts  expire, 

And  set  them  aflame." 

4  A  captive  in  chains,  she  shows  us  her  scars. 
And  stretciies  her  hands  through  her  prison  bars. 
Implores  us  to  take  the  resistless  sword. 

Whose  sheath  is  this  jewelled  and  beautiful  Word, 
And  break  them  away. 

5  Her  sons  and  her  daughters  famish  for  bread 
That  over  our  table  is  richly  spread  ; 

Can  we  close  our  hearts  to  that  thrilling  cry? 
Shall  we  give  tiiem  bread,  ere  they  faint  anil  die 
For  tlie  Bread  of  Life? 

6  Ay,  dying  of  thirst,  at  your  very  doors. 
For  the  water  of  Life,  that  is  freely  yours; 
A  fountain  that  springs  and  is  never  dry ; 

Shall  they  die  of  thirst,  ere  they  drink  ?  Shall  they  die. 
And  water  so  near? 

7  An  exile,  beholding  the  lights  of  home. 
She  sits  in  the  ihirk  and  calls  us   to  i-oiiie 

And  show  her  the  Shelter  from  wiml  and  rain  ; 
She  calleth  to  us. —  shall  she  call  iu  vain, 
O  brothers,  in  vain? 

MAItIA    I..    rVK 

18M. 

THE    KINGS    DAUGHTER. 

1   She  wears  no  jewel  upon  hand  or  brow  ; 

No  badge  by  which  she  may  be  known  of  men  ; 
But  tho'  she  walk  in  plain  attire  now. 

She  IS  the  daughter  of  a  King,  and  when 
Her  Fatln'r  calls  her  at  Ilis  throiu^  to  wait, 
She  will  be  clothed  uii  doth  belit  her  »tate. 


2  Her  Father  sent  her  in  His  laiul  to  dwell, 

Giving  to  her  a  work  that  must  be  done ; 
And.  sin(!e  the  King  lovi-s  all  His  people  well. 

Therefore  she,  too.  cares  for  them,  every  one ; 
And  when  she  stoops  to  lift  from  want  and  sin, 
The  brighter  shines  Inr  royalty  therein. 

3  She  walks  erect  thro'  dangers  manifnid. 

While  many  sink  and  fail  on  either  hand; 
She  lieeils  not  summer's  heat  nor  winter's  cold. 

For  both  are  subject  to  the  King's  command. 
She  need  not  be  afraid  of  anything. 
Because  she  is  the  dau'diter  of  the  Kiiif'  I 

4  Even  when  the  angel  comes  that  men  call  Death, 

And  name  with  terror —  it  apjialls  n(»t  her; 
She  turns  to  look  on  him  with  (piickened  breath, 

'Jliinking,  "  It  is  the  royal  messenger  I  " 
Her  heart  rejoicith  that  her  Father  calls 
Her  back,  to  live  within  the  palace  walls. 

5  For  tho'  the  land  she  lives  in  is  most  fair, 

Si't  round  with  streams  —  a  picture  in  it.s  frame- 
Yet  in  her  heart  deep,  secret  longings  are 

For  that  mysterious  country  whence  she  came. 
Not  perfect  quite  seems  any  earthly  (liing. 
Because —  she  is  the  dauiihter  of  the  Kinir ! 

BCBECCA  FALFKEY   I'TTKK. 

1882. 

AT   THE    KING'S   GATE. 

1  Morning  by  morning  to  his  gates  I  came. 
Taking  my  portion  from  his  liberal  store, 
(Jiad  of  my  crumbs,  and  a.sking  for  in)  more 
Scarcely    my    lijis    their    stammering    thanks    could 

frame  ; 
For  what  was  I  that. I  should  think  to  claim 
Such  audience  from  the  King,  whose  goml  ran  o'er 
To  fill  each  empty  siuil  that  sought  his  <loor. 
And  with  the  blessing  spake  no  word  of  blame? 
But  if,  some  morn,  his  angel  guards  had  cried  : 
"  The  King  hath  nothing  for  thy  needs  irnlay. 
Since  from  thy  de.-<ert  life  no  flowers  unfold. 
And  all  thy  fields  lie  barren,  far  ami  wide," 
I  sliouiii  have  said,  and  humbly  gone  m\   way  : 
"  He  is  the  King,  to  give  or  to  withhold." 
Swift  from  the  shining  presence  entered  One 
AA'iili  spotless  robes,  of  pearl  aixl  lilies  m  rouglit, 
I  know  not  if  He  spaki'.  or  if  the  thought 
(•lew  in  Hi>  smile,  as  blo>.soms  in  the  sun  : 
"  Why  shonld'.st  tlmu  come.  ()  child,  as  iM-jxijars  come 
Who  take  the  gift,  but  count  the  love  for  noii:.dit  ? 
This  is  thy  Father's  house.      For  thee  He  sought. 
Waiting  thy  coming  till  the  day  w.is  done. 
He  careth  for  thee.     Ask  ior  large  supplies, 
Tut  on  the  robe  and  ring,  and  cist  away 
Thy  garments  sfaiiieil  with  tears,  with  sin  defiled  ; 
And  if   His  wisilcun  all  thy  j>rayer  denies. 
Secure  in  lo\c.  look  up  anil  trusting  sav  : 
'  He  is  the  King,  yet  aiu  I  still  His  child.'  " 

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THE    POWER   OF    HIS    PRESENCE. 

Uiah  xU  .  1. 

1   Sittiiijr,  silently  {iroupcd  in  i\w  •;I():iining, 

With  the  lijilit  wanin;,'  soft  and  fuiut, 
One  l«i.':in,  aftt-r  Orient  fu.siiion, 

UftilinLj  a  lemnd  <juaint. 
Of  .loscpli  and  Alary,  wending 

Anxious  tlieir  lionieward  way, 
After  the  (ligiit  into  Egyi>t;  — 

How,  just  at  tlie  noon  of  day, 
They  paused  at  a  teniph-  portal, 

And  entered  wearily  there 
To  rest ;  thongii  it  were  Itnt  brief  respite 

From  the  toil,  and  the  highway's  glare. 
And  the  balu;  on  Mary's  bosom, 

Aroused  from  his  rosy  sleep. 
Looked  on  pagan  priests  at  worship. 

Oh  !  did  not  the  holy  child  weep? 
Gold,  silver,  and  porphyry  idols! 

Temple  built  of  rare,  costly  stone 
Behold  !   What  a  wonder  !  Each  imago 

To  the  door  falleth  instantly  prone. 
Falleih  —  before  that  Presence 

Whom  the  hosts  of  heaven  adore, 
Though  the  Lord  divine,  an  infant, 

Humanity's  person  wore  ! 

2  In  a  moment  of  deep  despondence, 

"When  all  our  labor  seemed  vain, 
This  legend,  which,  half  forgotten, 

Like  a  withered  rose  had  lain, 
Came  from  mem'ry's  realm,  with  fragrance, 

To  tell  of  those  same  distant  lauds 
Where  yet,  amid  pagan  horrors, 

The  temple  of  IJaal  stands. 
And  the  holy  hands,  that  carry 

The  message  of  life  to  them 
In  the  graeious,  <r()Idcn  story 

Of  the  Habe  of  Hethlehera. 
Not  a  human  legend  merely, 

Hut  the  blessing  of  Himwlio  saith, 
"  Sow  ye  beside  all  waters."' 

These  sown  in  earnest  faith, 
And  sure  as  His  word  is  eternal. 

And  He  the  dear  Saviour  of  all, 
So  surely  His  presence  is  mightv. 

And  before  Him  the  idols  shall  fall. 

MIIH.   U.  ROSCOK  EDOETT. 
1880. 


"THE    CHURCH    AT   CORINTH. 

1    On  either  side,  washed  bv  a  flood. 
IVoud,  lofty,  grand,  old  Corinth  stood, 
Where  sinks  the  royal  sun  to  n-st, 
'  Mid  gold  anil  purple  of  the  west. 
Ionia's  swelling  waters  bore. 


From  western  lands  to  Lecliinm's  shore, 
The  freighted  wealth  of  spicy  isles. 
Forever  warm  with  summer's  smiles. 
And  thence  across  the  land  conveved, 
Till  in  old  Corinth's  lap  'twas  laid. 
Where  roseate  tints  of  blushin<:  morn 
'Ihe  ..Egean's  broad  expanse  adorn. 
And  with  the  wings  of  sunlight  climb 
To  bights  immeasurably  sublime, 
Behold,  from  here  to  Cenchrea's  port, 
Commercial  princes,  ])roud,  resort. 
With  glittering  wealth  of  eastern  land.s, 
Or  southern  gold  from  Afric's  sands  ; 
Here  India's  precious  stones  were  found, 
Transported  o'er  Arabian  ground. 
And  thence  conveyed  to  Corinth's  mart. 
Voluptuous  Luxury's  throbbing  heart. 

2  '  Mid  busy  scenes  of  thrift  and  trade 
The  polished  base  of  art  was  laid, 
And  Science  reared  her  glittering  shaft 
Where  wisdom's  subtle  cup  was  quaffed. 
Philosophers,  prolbundly  deep 

As  mighty  death's  mysterious  sleep. 
That  grasped  the  interests  of  the  soul 
And  .sought  for  Reason's  full  control, 
Lo  !  these  here  found  a  welcome  place, 
And  gave  to  Corinth  added  grace  ; 
While  columned  structures,  grand  and  high, 
Whose  summits  seemed  to  seek  the  sky, 
Ujirose  like  things  of  power  and  name, 
To  give  proud  Corinth  prouder  fame. 

3  And  yet,  'mid  grandeur,  wealth  and  pride 
Unequalled  by  the  world  beside. 
Behold  a  people  sunk  so  low 

They  deify  the  guilt  they  know, 

And  worship,  with  disgusting  zest. 

Corruption's  form  in  jewels  dressed. 

Lo  !  here,  where  altars  smoked  their  praise 

To  tempted  crime  'mid  Reason's  blaze  — 

Here  came  the  Apostle,  great  and  good, 

Di!claring  truths  inspinjil  of  God. 

In  weariness,  yet  in  power,  he  came  — 

In  fear,  yet  bold  in  Jesus'  name  ; 

Learned  in  the  wisdom  Corinth  taught. 

Yet  counting  worldly  wisdom  naught, 

Resolved  to  nothing  know  beside 

The  Christ  of  God,  the  Crucified. 

Enticing  words  of  worldly  speech 

Tile  great  Apostle  scorned  to  preach  ; 

But,  grasping  things  divinely  high. 

His  words  were  borrowed  from  the  skv. 

Gamaliel's  pupil,  skilled  in  art. 

Yet  studying  most  the  human  heart  — 

Versed  in  the  literature  of  Greece, 

His  chosen  theme  the  Prince  of  Peace. 

Behold  the  word,  divinely  given, 

Clothed  each  an  idea  boru  iu  Heaven. 


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4  Coriiitliia's  fliiMrcii,  wondcriiis,  Iicar 
The  (l(;iii()iistraliii<r  powcT  and  word, 
Till,  toiK'lioil  by  llt-aveii's  iiis|iirinii  Hame, 
Tliev  tVlt  tilt!  |)(>\vur  ol"  .Jesus'  iiaiiu' ; 
And,  like  a  si)aik  that  brightly  glows, 
Enkindling  tiro  where'er  he  goes, 
So  spread  the  gospel's  glorious  light, 
l)is|)elling  all  of  gloom  and  night; 
And  in  the  midst  of  lofty  pride, 
Where  gilded  viee  was  deilied. 
Uprose  a  temple  towering  high, 
Whose  sunnnit  pierced  the  unending  sky, 
And  entering  elose  beside  tin;  thr(»ne, 
"  In  Heaven  was  laid  tlu;  topmost  stone  ;  " 
The  deep  foundation,  Christ  tlie  Lord, 
The  uiinurnbered  stones  wrought  thro'  Ilis  word. 
Blood-bought  and  priceless  —  lo  !   it  stood 
The  temple  of  the  living  (Jod. 
And  he,  the  founder  great,  who  came 
Disdaining  excellent  speech  and  name  — 
BehoUl !   tlirough  him  who  preached  the  word 
Was  built  this  temple  to  the  Lord  ; 
And  (i'en  lo-<lay,  'mid  ruins  grand, 
In  (Jrecia's  ani;it'nt  pagan  land, 
Tlu-re  lives  the  church,  above  di-cay, 
The  church  that  cannot  pass  away. 

UH!1.   L.  C.  a.   UOUilUEKTV.     1880. 

SOMETHING    TO    DO    FOH    THE    KING. 

1  For  him  whom  the  king  delighteth 

To  honor,  what  shall  be  iloue  ? 
They  bring  the  gorgeous  apparel ; 

For  the  king's  own  steed  they  run. 
The  king's  own  crown,  with  rejoicing, 

They  put  upon  him  to  wear, 
And  no  less  than  princely  heralds. 

While  all  tin;  multitudes  stare. 
Proclaim  through  the  market-places 

Before  this  favorite  one, 
"  For  him  whom  the  king  delighteth 

To  honor,  this  shall  be  done  I  " 

2  But  he  whom  his  liege  delighteth 

To  honor,  loves  so  the  king 
I  think  with  haste  he  would  enter 

The  throne-room  :  ''  Oh  I  not  this  thing, 
But  if  so  my  lord  hath  pur|)osed 

'I'o  pleasure!  me."  he  would  say, 
"  This  is  my  humble  petition 

And  this  the  request  I  pray  : 
Let  there  be  given  thy  servant 

The  dower  of  special  skill 
And  something  to  do  for  the  king! 

The  world  can  fulfill  his  will. 

3  Yet  I  crave  from  his  royal  grace 

A  ministry  all  my  own. 
The  secret  of  something  he  wants 

Kntrusted  to  me  alone. 
Or  a  hint  of  service  he  needs 


Beside  mo  that's  known  to  none. 
For  the  one  whom  the  king  delighteth 

'I'o  honor,  let  this  be  dtjne  ! 
Show  me  how  best  I  can  phase  him, 

What  I  can  ren<ler  or  bring  ; 
This  my  entreaty  before  him, 

Something  to  do  for  the  king." 

ELLA  M.    HAKKK. 
aullord  Sprlugs,  Couu.  IKB. 

"OH,   TAKE    ME    NEARER    TO    HIMl" 

"Tliu  luotlii-r  uf  till!  fiuully  Iim'.  Iiur  rc-aiuiii  unino  tlino  mi"-  It  U  Mul 
to  Bff  liiT ;  Imt  most  womli-Tfully  she  ri-iiiiiiit«-ni  wlmt  uliii  le«rmKl  In 
L<Hli;iiia  about  tlie  Lonl  Jusux,  and  in  ai>  IiiiikIiik  Tir  Iliiii.  Hhu  niil  to 
nil',  '  I'ltuao  hIiuw  iuu  tbo  Ixird  Jcmu  :  Hu  wUl  curu  uiy  liinut :  aliiK  nt 
Uiiii.  I  (lid  an,  and  >liu  lijiU^iiuil  tbouvhtfully,  and  then  wtiil,  '  Oh.  lalu 
mr  iifuivr  to  Him  —  the  very  Deurtmt  you  ciin,  I  aiu  no  111.'  "  I>:ltcr 
from  Ml™.  0.  TlUede,  India.     "  Wouiud'h  Work."  NoTcinbor,  1881. 

1  Takt!  me  nearer  t(»  your  .Icsns  ! 

Scarce  I  know  of  whom  I  speak. 
But  my  life  is  very  weary. 

And  my  heart  is  very  weak ; 
And  you  .say  that  lie  can  help  me, 

Tli.it  tlie  Christ  of  woman  i>orn 
Will  not  spnrn  my  feeblc!  pleading. 

He  luy  sorrow  will  not  scorn. 

2  Take  mo  nearer  if  you  love  Him! 

To  His  throne,  you  know  the  way; 
Let  your  stronger  faith  support  me. 

Teach  my  lips  the  words  to  say. 
Help,  Oh  I  help  me  tiiid  His  presence, 

For  my  feet  in  darkness  grope  ; 
I  may  die  and  never  find  Him, 

Christ  my  last,  my  only  hope! 

3  Take  me  nearer  to  the  Healer! 

For  my  .soul  is  sick  with  sin. 
And  I  need  tin'  strong  Life-Giver 

Who  can  makt?  me  now  within. 
And  I  nccil  the  tender  Shepherd 

Who  will  lift  mo  lo  His  breast. 
And  content  my  longing  spirit 

With  His  love  and  home  and  rest. 

4  Take  me  nearer,  ever  nearer ' 

For  I  faint  honoath  the  weiglit 
Of  the  bunh'iied  life  1  carry. 

And  I  dread  to  meet  the  f;(te 
A\'liich  must  come,  or  soon  or  later. 

With  its  swift  or  stealthy  tread, 
Tt)  enshrouil  my  soul  in  darkness 

With  the  cold  and  silent  ck-ad. 

5  Take  mo  nearer  to  your  Jesus  I 

And  the  blessing  yours  shall  1)0 
Of  a  soul  that  near  to  perish 

From  the  captor  is  sot  free ; 
And  another  star  in  glory 

So  sliall  shine  to  .lesus'  praise. 
And  another  heart  shall  lovo  Him 
Through  the  bright  eternal  liavs. 

II.  T.  n   IMD. 
In  "  Woman'*  Work  fi«  Wg 


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WOMAJf,  IN  SACRED   SONO. 


NOT    MINK 

1  It  is  not  mini-  In  run 

With  i-.i'j,vv  feet, 
Aloiii;  lil'f's  iTowck'd  ways, 
My  Lord  to  meet. 

2  It  is  not  mine  to  pour 

The  oil  and  wine, 
Or  liriuij  the  jjurple  robo 
And  linen  tine. 

3  It  is  not  mine  to  break 

At  His  dear  feet 
The  alabaster-i)Ox 
Of  ointment  sweet. 

4  It  is  not  mine  to  bear 

His  heavy  cross, 

Or  suffer,  for  His  sake, 

All  pain  and  loss. 

5  It  is  not  mine  to  walk 

Throui;!)  valleys  dim. 
Or  climb  far  mountain-heights 
Alone  with  Him! 
G  He  hath  no  need  of  me 
In  grand  all'airs, 
Where  (ields  are  lost,  or  crowns 
AVon  unawares. 

7  Yet  Master,  if  I  may 

^lake  one  pale  flower 
Bloom  brighter,  for  Thy  sake, 
Through  one  short  hour  ; 

8  If  I,  in  harvest-fields 

AVhere  strong  ones  reap, 
May  bind  one  golden  sheaf 
For  Love  to  keep  ; 

9  May  speak  one  quiet  word 

When  all  is  still, 
Helping  some  fainting  heart 

To  bear  Thy  will ; 
10  Or  sing  one  hi";li  clear  son^. 

On  which  may  soar 
Some  glad  soul  heavenward, 


I  usk 


uo  more ; 


JULIA   <•. 
Ill 


It.    DORR.    1881 

'  ludejieiident." 


PERSIA. 


1  Land  of  oriental  splendor, 

AN'orshipping  the  sun  and  flame. 
Trusting  blindly  to  the  Koran, 

Learn  to  love  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Reject  pantheistic  teachings  ! 

From  Mahomet  turn  away  I 
What  results  arise  from  sim-praise  ? 

Learn  to  love  the  Heavenly  rays 
2  That  alone  can  give  souls  cleansing, 

That  aloni!  can  give  .souls  light  ; 
Learn  of  .Icsus  and   ///.■<  worslii|i. 

And  the  only  path  of  right. 


3  Ancient  most  of  all  the  empires 

Of  whieli  history  doth  tell  ; 
Cyrus'  home,  and  Arta.\er.\es', 

Whom  their  followers  served  so  well. 

4  Land  that  held  the  captive  Jewess — 

Esther,  loved  and  lovely  Queen  ; 
Home  of  King  Ahashuerus  ; 

Clime  of  woud'rous  fair  Bahrein  ; 

5  We  are  moved  to  speak  thy  praises ; 

We  would  recognize  the  aid 
Thy  brave  daughters  e'er  have 
To  our  missionaries  paid. 

6  Persia's  daughters  toil  for  Persia, 

With  the  heart's  best,  warmest  love ; 
Pointing  souls  in  darkness  wand'ring 
To  the  sunlit  home  above. 

7  May  she  set  the  bright  example. 

Till  all  countries  follow  suit, — 
China's  daughters  toil  for  China  ; 
Then  the  work  will  bear  much  fruit, 

8  WIkmi  the  dark-eyed  heathen  maiden 

Of  the  Asiatic  sea. 
And  when  Afric's  sons  and  daughters 

Give  their  days  to  teach  of  Thee. 
9.   Persia !  land  of  uniciue  beauty  ! 

Lovelier  textures  ne'er  were  seen 
Than  are  woven  by  thy  skilled  ones, 

Out  of  wool  and  silken  sheen. 
10  Persia,  we  have  sent  assistance. 

And  we  send  assistance  still  ; 
For  God  always  doubly  helps  those 

Who  but  help  themselves  with  will. 

EVA    MUXSON   8MITR. 

(Mrs.  G.  C.  S.)     1878. 

From  "The  Field  is  the  World." 

A  Play  for  Missiouary  Entcrtuinments. 

ECHOES    FROM    MOUNT    OLIVET. 

(Read  before  the  W.  F.  M.  S.  of  the  New  Albany  Presbj-tety,  April,  1880.) 

1  In  hallowed  tints  and  outlines, 

Affection's  hand  will  set 
Beloved  scenes  and  vanished 

Uj)on  Life's  canvas  yet. 
In  all,  where'er    she  pencils, 

"  This  was  the  last,  the  last," 
Fall  the  shadows  of  the  picture 

O'er  the  landscape  of  the  Past. 

2  The  last,  last  word,  the  message 

Which  dying  friends  let  fall, 
Most  tenderly  we  treasure, 

INIost  sacredly  of  all ; 
And  where  their  farewell  footprints, 

O'er  garden,  vale,  or  grot. 
Have  ])ressed  earth's  springing  grasses, 

Hallowed  we  liold  the  spot. 
And  how  the  voiceful  breezes 

Which  murmur  of  the  past. 
In  minor  chords  will  ipiiver 

O'er  days  which  were  the  last! 


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3  Oh  !   'mid  the  eclioud  cliorus 

Of  »liia  and  by-jjonc  years, 
Above  life's  weurv  tliseoid, 

How  often  Fiiney  hears 
The  sound  of  loiifj-lost  voices, 

Tlirouj^h  Alernory's  open  door 
Breatldii;;  tlie  [iluiulive  iiiii>ii; 

Of  paitiiii,'  words  once  more! 

4  A  lovinjj  bund  were  tiiiiinij 

Tlif  olden  path —  to  them, 
'Mid  llie  familiar  landscape 

Out  from  .Jerusalem. 
Somethinjj  akin  to  sorrow, 

That  golden  eventide, 
Seemed  floating  'mid  tlie  sliadows 

Adown  each  mountain  side. 

5  Methinks  .Tudea's  sunlight 

Toueiied  with  a  pensive  ;,dow 
The  summit  of  Blount  Olives 

Ami  IJetliany  below  ; 
And  Keilron's  half-heard  rii)ple. 

And  softly  sighing  breeze, 
Of  coming  loss,  peemed  breathing 

To  palm  and  olive  trees. 

6  The  little  band  are  gathered 

Upon  .Alount  Olives'  brow  : 
A  strange,  a  holy  silence 

Has  fallen  o'er  them  now. 
'lionud  One,  a  nameless  glory, 

InetVablo  and  sweet, 
Has  rolled  its  dazzling  halo 

From  crowned  head  to  feet. 

7  In  majesty  supernal, 

Yet  in  the  wondrous  grace 
Of  it.s  pathetic  yearning, 

IJeams  the  tender,  loving  face. 
A  waiting  cloud,  descending 

To  waft  Him  out  of  sight. 
Has  eanght  the  borrowed  splendor 

Of  His  irradiate  lighL 

8  O  happy  cloud  !  appointed 

To  bear  the  Holy  One  ! 
The  chariot  made  glorious 

For  God's  Ktcrnal  Son  I 
IMnck  stars  from  light  celestial, 

Tiiat  ne'er  foil  o'er  a  curse. 
To  crown  the  thorn-marred  forehead, 

O  waiting  universe ! 

9  Swing  wide,  ye  heavenly  i)ortals  ! 

Ye  shining  gates,  unfold! 
A<lnut  the  cloudy  chariot 

Of  amethyst  and  goldl 
In  it,  the  King  of  Glory, 

The  ('on<iueror  of  sin. 
Of  death,  the  mighty  Victor, 

Triumphant,  shall  come  in  ! 

10  Tlie  pierced  liands  are  lifted  ; 

Tlie  opening  heav'ns  ImmhI  near 


To  list  the  parting  blessing, 
Tlic  farewell  words  to  hear. 

Tlie  sacred  lips  are  breathing 
The  last,  the  parting  wtnil ; 

Through  all  the  waitiug  8ile»c<; 
The  womlrous  Voice  is  heard  ;  — 

11  "Go  teach  my  holy  gosped 

Wherever  man  is  fdund  ; 
In  my  name  preach  remission. 

To  earth's  remotest  bound. 
Bei.'iiining  at  .leni-salein, 

My  witnesses  are  ye; 
Publish  my  free  salvation 

Beyond  the  utmost  sea. 

12  Lol   I  am  with  you  alway  ! 

Kven  till  time  is  o'er  I  " 
And  then  the  cloud  infolded 

'J'he  form  they  saw  no  more. 
O  parting  words  of  Jesus! 

LiLst  inissage  from  above  ! 
M(»re  wondrous  and  more  precious 

Than  other  worths  we  love. 

13  O  words  of  all  most  hallow'd. 

Ne'er,  ne'er  from  memory  go ! 
In  sweet,  persuxsive  ca<lence 

Our  inmost  souls  o'ertlow. 
Throbbing,  in  full-toned  measures, 

A  vibrant,  voice ful  tide. 
Out-gushing  into  duty, 

Tlirough  all  our  life-work  glide. 

14  These  last  words  bid  us  enter 

The  darkest  heathen  land, 
Across  the  widest  «H'ean, 

O'er  every  foreign  strand. 
For  us,  in  rich  profusion. 

Has  (irace  her  table  spread? 
Afar,  while  millions  ])erish, 

Sliall  we  alone  bt;  fed  !' 

15  Or,  shall  our  care  bo  only 

The  sUirving  ones  to  bring 
From  our  own  lanes  antl  hedges 

To  the  banipiet  of  our  King? 
Though  ne'er  from  home  or  country 

^\'e  may  be  called  to  go, 
Yet,  out  through  many  a  chanin  I 

Obedience  may  flow. 
K"   Hi>  law  we  m:iy  be  keeping 

Hcneath  our  own  roof-treo. 
While  we  aid  the  gos|Hd  heralds 

Afar,  o'er  land  or  sciU 
Aye,  the  true  Mission  Spiimt 

Knows  neither  clime  nor  shore  ; 
While  seeking  'mid  the  highways 

The  liiMthen  at  its  «1oor, 
It  wafts  afar  the  pinions 

Of  costly  sairilice, 
Upltorne  on  pniyer's  rich  (mIofs, 

Hevonil  its  native  hkies. 


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17  "  Boiiiimiiifj  at  Jerusalem  ;  " 

Hut  oh  !   not  ending  there. 
Far-rt-achinj;  as  His  inessaiie. 

Its  Might  of  failli  and  j)raycr. 
"  The  M  iiole  wide  worhl  for  Jesus  !" 

This  is  tlie  deep  refrain, 
The  music  and  tlie  cl'.orus 

Of  its  wide-wafted  strain. 

18  "  Tlic  whole  wide  world  for  Jesus!  " 

While  waiting,  ripe  and  fair 
Home  tiilds  are  whitt?  for  harvest 

And  few  llie  laborers  tliere; 
In  broad  and  i)illowy  beauty 

Beneatii  a  foreign  sky, 
In  beek'ning  undulations, 

Untrodden  harvests  lie. 

19  Oh  !  wliat  glad  heart  responsive 

Some  whitening  field  will  save? 
Oh  !   who  will  join  the  reapers 

Across  tlie  waiting  wave  ? 
The  world  is  ripe  for  harvest. 

At  home,  and  o'er  tiio  main, 
Oh  I  can  we  bear  to  forfeit 

Our  sheaves  of  golden  grain  ? 

20  Shall  life  be  spent  on  trifles, 

AVhile  He  waits  the  day-light  through,- 
Waits  for  our  hands  to  bring  Him 

The  sheaves  that  are  his  due .'' 
Life's  harvest  day  is  waning. 

The  hour  is  waxing  late  ; 
The  twiliglit  dews  are  falling 

Aud  death  is  at  the  gate. 

21  Benighted  s  )uls  are  cj'ying 

Out  in  the  trackless  night ; 
Of  us,  they're  blindly  asking 

The  Way.  the  Truth,  the  Light. 
The  whole  wide  world  for  Jesus  ! 

From  islands  far  and  dim, 
They  stretcli  forth  hands  beseeching. 

The  kingdoms  wait  for  Him. 

22  How  beauteous  on  the  moiuitaius 

Are  the  far-wand'ring  feet 
Of  tliose  who  bring  glad  tidino-s  — 

AVho  gospel  news  repeat. 
Bend  soft,  ye  skies,  above  them  ; 

'  Mid  <lews  of  peace  distill, 
Around  about  their  dwellings, 

The  heaveuly  mauua  still. 

23  Let  wings  of  prayer  cross  oceans, 

And  gift-s  from  open  hands 
Descend  in  bi-nedictions 

O'er  those  in  heathen  lands. ! 
T/itirs —  His  supreme,  last  blessing, 

Who  His  last  words  obey  ; 
Tlu'irs  is  the  full  assurance, 

"  I'uj  with  you,  lo  !  alway." 


24  Where  purple  islands  cluster 

In  the  broad  Pacific's  flow, 
Or  Africa's  red  simoom 

And  burning  deserts  glow, 
Wliere  Siam's  foliage  blossoms, 

Or  Syria's  palm  trees  rise. 
Or  Persia's  starving  people 

Weep  'neath  her  azure  skies ; 
Where  Ceylon  blooms  in  fragrance, 

Or  Ja])an's  sea-winds  blow. 
Or  China  waves  her  sceptre, 

Or  India's  rivers  flow;  — 

2o    Where'er  may  go  His  heralds. 

O'er  continent  or  sea. 
There,  too,  shall  go  His  Presence  ; 

There  He  Himself  shall  be. 
"Alway!"  till,  down  the  ages, 

With  one  foot  on  the  sea, 
His  Messenger  shall  trumpet 

That  "  Time  no  more  shall  be  !  " 

26  To  those  who  sit  in  darkness, 

Without  one  struggling  ray 
From  out  the  full-orbed  glory 

Of  this  our  gospel  day, 
O  speed,  ye  blessed  tidings  ! 

C)'er  every  billow  roll ; 
Light  up  with  His  salvation 

The  world,  from  pole  to  pole. 
And  haste,  oh  !   haste,  glad  moruing  ! 

^\'itli  healing  beams,  arise  ! 
And  reign,  O  King  of  Glory, 

On  earth  as  iu  the  skies  ! 


MARY  A.    LEWITT. 

Veroon,  Iiul.  1880. 


FOR    LOVE'S   SAKE. 

1  You  have  read  of  the  IMoslem  palace^ 

The  marvellous  fane  that  stands 
On  the  banks  of  the  distant  Junma, 
The  wonder  of  all  the  lands. 

2  You  have  read  of  its  marble  splendors, 

Its  carvings  of  rare  device. 
Its  domes  and  its  towers  that  glisten 
Like  visions  of  Paradise. 

3  You  have  listened,  as  one  has  told  3'ou 

Of  its  pinnacles  snowy-fair, — 
So  pure  that  they  seeilied  suspended 
Like  clouds  in  the  crystal  air; 

4  Of  the  flow  of  its  fountains  falling 

As  softly  as  mourners'  tears; 

Of  the  lily  and  rose  kept  blooming 

For  over  two  hundred  years  ; 

5  Of  the  friezes  of  frost-like  beauty, 

The  jewels  that  crust  the  wall. 
The  carvings  that  crown  the  arch-way, 
The  innermost  shrine  of  all : 


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6  Wlicrn  lios  in  hor  sciilptunil  lolliii, 

(Wliosi!  chisclin^is  iiiorUil  iiiiiii 
Ilalli  iievt'i- fxwlliMl,)  tli<!  (lf;iri-sl 
or  the  loves  of  tlic  Sliiih  Jiliun. 

7  Tin  V  read  you  the  .sliining  Iciii-iuls 

Whose  letters  are  set  in  j,'eiiis. 
On  the  walls  of  the  sacred  ehanihers 
That  sparkle  like  dirtdoms. 

8  And  they  tell  you  these  letters,  gleaming 

Wiurever  the  eye  may  look. 
Are  words  of  the  Moslem  rrophet, 
Are  texts  from  his  holy  book. 

9  And  still  as  you  heard,  you  tinestioned 

Right  woilderiniily,  as  you  uuist, 
"  VVliy  rear  such  a  palace,  only 
To  shelter  a  woman's  dust? 

10  WJuj  rear  t7?  — the  Shah  hail  promised 

llis  beautiful  Nourmalial. 
To  (U)  it,  beeaused  he  loved  her, 
He  loved  iier  —  and  that  was  all! 

11  So  minnaret,  wall  and  cohuun, 

And  tower  and  dome  above, 
All  tell  of  a  sacred  promise. 
All  utter  one  accent —  Love. 


12  You  know  of  another  temple 

A  grander  than  Hindoo  shrine, 
The  splendor  of  whose  perfections 
Is  mystical,  strange,  divine. 

13  You  have  read  of  its  deep  foundations, 

Which  neither  the  frost  nor  Hood 
Nor  forces  of  earth  can  weaken, 
Cemented  iu  tears  and  blood. 

14  That,  chosen  with  skill  transcendent, 

J5y  the  wisdom  that  tills  the  tlirone. 
Was  quarried,  and  hewn,  and  polished, 

Its  wonderful  corner-stoue. 
1.5  So  vast  is  its  scale  proportioned, 

So  lofty  its  turrets  rise, 
Tlia-t  the  pile  in  its  finished  glory 

Will  reach  to  the  very  skies. 
IG  The  lapse  of  the  silent  Kedron, 

The  roses  of  Sharon  fair, 
(lethsemane's  saered  olives 

And  cedars,  are  round  it  there. 

17  Ami  graved  on  its  walls  and  pillars, 

And  cut  in  its  crystal  stone. 
Are  the  words  of  our  Prophet,  sweeter 
Thau  Islam  hath  ever  known ; 

18  Texts  culled  from  the  holy  Gospel, 

That  comfort,  refresh,  sustain. 
And  shine  with  a  rarer  lustre 

Thau  the  gems  of  the  Hindoo  fane. 

19  The  plan  of  the  temple,  only 

Its  architect  uiulerstands  ; 
And  yet  H.-  accepts  (Oh.  wonder  !  ) 
The  helping  of  human  hands  1 


20  Antl  so,  for  the  work's  progression. 

He  is  willing  that  great  and  small 
Shouhl  bring  Him  their  bits  iif  .  arsiuL', 
So  needed,  to  till  the  wall. 

21  Nt)t  on«'  does  the  Master-Huilder 

Disdainfully  cast  away  : 
Wliy,  even  He  tak»-s  the  chippings. 
We  women  have  brought  ti>-<lay ! 

22  Oh  :   not  the  de.ad  —  to  the  living. 

We  rear  on  the  earth  He  tro«l, 
This  fane  to  His  lasting  glory  — 
This  Church  to  the  Christ  of  God  ! 

23  Why  labor  and  strive?  we  have  [iromised 

(And  dare  not  the  vow  recall  't) 
To  do  it,  liecause  we  love  Him, 
We  love  Him,  and  that  is  all. 

24  For  over  the  Church's  portal, 

Each  pillar  anil  arch  above. 
The  Master  has  set  one  signet. 

And  graven  one  watchword  —  Love. 

MARrMRIT  J.  PBtHTOIf. 
LoxiDRton,  Vk.  JaoiuiT,  1883. 

A    PEN    FOR   THE    MASTER'S    USE. 

1  '  Tis  a  pen  for  the  Master's  using, 

With  a  value  not  its  own. 
Though  its  gold  is  bright,  its  ivory  white 

Antl  its  point  of  precious  stone. 
Of  itself  as  we  look  upon  \U 

It  writes  out  thoughts  of  love. 
While  it  lies  in  place  in  its  velvet  case, 

With  a  name  that  is  dear  above. 

2  For  the  nanv;  of  Mary  Campbell 

On  the  lining  of  the  c.-Lse, 
That  has  edges  worn  and  leather  torn, 

With  brimming  eyes  we  trace. 
The  touch  of  her  vanished  fingers 

Wore  the  bra/en  hook  away. 
Do  you  wonder  then  that  the  golden  pen 

Is  a  sacred  thing  to-<lay  ? 

3  Below  the  name  is  "  Christmas," 

With  '•  eighteen  seventy-live," 
And  an  ink-stain,  made  when  she  somelinu-  laid 

Her  un wiped  pen  aside. 
Though  when  and  where,  we  question, 

Came  the  hurried  call. 
The  |>en  says  not,  and  the  inky  blot 

IIolils  thi-  history  of  it  all. 

4  The  M:ister  always  uses 

Tiie  nearest  |M'n  of  all 
Wiien  he  sends  rerpiests  to  his  wedding  guest* 

To  com<'  to  His  banquet  hall. 
This  pen  that  was  ever  ready 

Sent  a  brother  the  mess.atre  sweet. 
Of  a  rolx'  to  wear,  a  fea>l  l<>  share. 

And  a  Master  dear  to  greet. 


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5  Tlio  little  ono  answered  pladlv, 

He  came  to  the  barKjiiet  spread, 
lie  leaned  at  tlic  feast  on  the  Master's  breast, 

lie  heard  every  word  He  said, 
And  the  liear  Lord  loved  him  fondly, 

And  l>id  him  ever  stay 
In  an  n|tj>er  room  of  the  palace  home, 

And  the  boy  is  there  to-day. 
G  This  pen  in  jfirlisli  finifers 

Sent  lliroiii,di  loving  hearts  a  tJirill 
AVhen  it  wrote,  »•  My  all  is  at  His  call, 

dust  when  and  where  He  will. 
AVhat  if  that  where  should  call  me 

To  cross  the  ocean  wave ! 
If  the  Lord  should  lead,  could  you  bkl  me  speed, 

His  falling  grain  to  save?" 

7  The  answer  came  back  quickly. 

From  a  jien  that  was  near  of  kin  : 
'• '  Tis    vour  Father's  ])raver  that  you   leave  your 
'  where  ' 

With  the  Lord  and  follow  Him;" 
And  the  mother  heart,  all  loyal. 

Replied  with  throbs  of  pain, 
"  Our  gift  once  laid,  with  a  covenant  made, 

We  will  iiot  take  again." 

8  So  the  pen  wrote  of  a  journey 

Over  mountain  and  ocean  told. 
And  the  fresh  young  heart  showed  in  every  part 

A  gladness  it  could  not  hold. 
And  tiu!  joy  grew  ever  stronger 

As  the  distance  grew  in  length, 
'Twixt  herself  alone  and  her  very  own, 

For  "  the  joy  of  the  Lord  is  strength." 

9  The  pen  then  wrote  of  the  harvest 

That  stretched  to  the  distance  dim. 
'  Twas  the  reaper's  pain  that  the  Master's  grain 

Ungathered  lay  for  Him. 
The  call  she  gave  fell  feebly 

On  ears  that  did  not  heed  ; 
But  the  echo  grew  when  the  call  was  through 

"The  harvest  yet  hath  need." 

10  It  reached  the  ears  of  maidens 

Who  sat  at  ease  that  day  : 
They  rose  from  the  door,  looked   the   white  fields 
o'er, 

"  The  reaper  has  fallen,"  they  say  ; 
"  We  must  save  the  Master's  harvest. 

For  a  storm  is  coming  on." 
Their  sickles  they  clasp  with  a  hearty  grasp. 

To  the  scorching  fields  are  gone. 

11  And  other  good  reapers  are  I'oin"' 

When  thrir  sickles  are  whetted  keen, 
And  we  know  right  well  where  our  reaper  fell. 

Will  the  Master's  best  be  seen. 
Ami  only  when  nothing  but  stubble 

Is  left  where  the  harvest  grew, 
Will  this  pen  lie  done  with  the  work  begun, 

This  life  with  this  living  be  tliroutrh. 


12  "  What  I  have  written,  is  written," 

Said  one  who  on  Calvary  stood ; 
And  little  we  tho't  of  the  meaning  well-wrought 

In  those  words  both  of  evil  and  good. 
For  that  which  is  written  may  circle 

With  gladness  for  many  a  year. 
And  a  pen,  in  a  hand  with  beauty  outlined. 

May  pierce  His  dear  heart  like  a  spear. 

13  We  are  only  safe  when  clinging 

To  the  cross  at  lowest  part. 
And  the  words  we  write  with  its  base  in  sight 

Cannot  hurt  His  wounded  heart. 
The  pens  that  are  anointed 

With  His  sweet,  sacred  touch, 
Are  the  pens  alone  that  He  calls  His  own. 

That  He  loves  and  uses  much. 

14  There  is  many  a  fair  young  writer, 

Holding  her  pen  alone, 
Needing  so  much  the  Master's  touch 

To  make  her  words  His  own. 
His  hand,  that  is  true  and  steady, 

On  her  He  would  gladly  lay  ; 
Then,  the  words  of  her  pen  may  be  writ  again. 

With  joy  on  the  Judgment  Day. 

ALICE  W.   MILLIliAS.      1SS2. 


"AS    I    HAVE    LOVED    YOU." 

"  It  was  the  communion  day  in  our  church,  aud  the  service  proceeded 
•B  usual.  My  thoughts  were  all  of  my  own  unw  orlhine.ss  and  Christ's 
love  to  me,  until  Mr.  E.  a.sked  t)io  question  nobody  ever  notices,  '  Has 
any  one  been  omitted  in  the  distribution  of  thebread?"  And  itseemed  to 
me  1  could  see  millions  on  millions  of  women  rising  silently  iu  India, 
Africa,  Siam,  Persia,  in  all  the  countries  where  they  need  the  Lord,  but 
know  Him  not,  to  testify  that  they  have  been  '  omitted  in  the  distribu- 
tion of  bread  and  cup.°  And  they  can  take  it  from  no  handii  but  ours, 
and  we  do  not  pass  it  on.  Can  Jesus  make  heaven  so  sweet  and  calm 
that  we  can  forgive  ourselves  this  great  neglect  of  the  millions  living 
now  for  whom  the  Iwdy  was  broken  and  the  blood  shed  just  as  much  as 
for  UB?"'—  Extract  from  letter  of  H.  R.  E. 


1  The  fiMist  was  spread,  the  solemn  words  were  spoken  ; 

Humbly  my  soul  approached  to  meet  her  Lord, 
To  plead  His  sacrificial  body  broken  — 
His  blood  for  me  outpoured. 

2  Confessing  all  my  manifold  transgression. 

To  weep  and  cast  myself  before  His  throne. 
Praying  His  Spirit  to  take  full  possession. 
And  seal  me  all  His  own. 

3  On  Him  I  laid  each  burden  I  was  bearing: 

The  an.xious  mind,  of  strength  so  oft  bereft, 
The  future  dim.  the  children  of  mv  cariiiir  — 
All  on  His  heart  I  left. 

4  "  How  could  I  live,  my  Lord."   I   cried.   •■  without 

The.', 
How  for  a  single  day  this  pathway  trace. 
And  feel  no  loving  arm  thrown  round  about,  me, 
No  all-sustaining  grace  ? 


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r)  Oh !  show  mo  how  to  tli;uik  Thoo,  pniisc  Thee,  love 
Thee, 
For  Thy  rich  gifts  bestowed  on  worthless  me; 
VoY  till!  bright  hope  that  spans  the  sky  above  me, 
Tlie  promised  home  with  Thee !" 

B  As  if  ind.'cil  He  spoke  tlie  answer,  fitted 

Into  my  prayer,  the  ])astor's  voiee  came  up: 
"  Let  any  rise,  if  they  have  been  omitted 
Wiien  passed  the  bread  and  cup." 

1   Instant  bi^fore  my  inward,  open  vision 
Millions  of  faees  erowdcMl  \i[)  to  vi(!W  ; 
Sad  eyes  that  said  :  "  For  us  is  no  provision  ; 
Give  us  your  Saviour,  too !" 

3  Sorrowful  women's  faces,  hungry,  yearning. 

Dull  with  des[)air,  or  dark  witli  sin  and  dread; 
Worn  with  long  we(!ping  for  the  unreturning; 
Hopeless,  uneomfortetl. 

D   "  Give  us,"  they  cry,  "  your  enp  of  consolation. 
Which  ne'er  to  our  outreaching  hands  is  passed ; 
AVe  long  for  this  desire  of  every  nation. 
And,  Oil !  we  die  so  fast ! 

0  "Docs  H(i  not  love  us  too,  this  loving  Master? 

And  oidy  from  your  hand  can  we  receive 
The  bounty  of  His  grace.     Oh  I  send  it  faster, 
That  we  may  take  and  live  ! 

1  "  jNIaster,"  I  said,  as  from  a  dream  awaking, 

"  Is  this  the  service  Tlum  dost  show  to  me? 
Dost  Thou  to  me  entrust  the  bread  for  breaking 
To  tliese  who  cry  for  Thee  ? 

2  "  Dear    Heart  of    Love,    canst    Thon    forgive    the 

blindness 
That  let  Thy  child  sit  selfish  and  at  ease, 
15v  the  full  table  of  Tliy  loving  kindness. 
And  take  no  thought  for  these? 

;i  '•  As  Thou  hast  loved  me,  let  me  love ;  returning 
To  these  dark  souls  tlie  grace  Thou  givest  me: 
And.  Oh  !  to  mi>  impart  Thy  deathless  yearning 
To  draw  the  lost  to  Tiiee  I 

4  "Nor  let  me  cease  to  spread  Thy  glad  salvation 

Till  Tliou  shalt  call  me  to  partake  above, 
Where  the  redeemed  of  every  tribe  and  nation 
Sit  at  Thy  feast  of  Love  !" 

a.  Y.  u.    1831. 


NO    IDOL    IN    THE    HEART. 

Brightly  the  sun's  last  glowing  beams 

Crimsoned  his  native  sea. 
As  slowly  on  the  Indian  shore 

A  Parsec  bent  the  knee. 
Devotion  in  his  upturned  face 

Seemed  strangely  blent  with  fear; 
He  knelt,  till  'neath  tin;  fading  wave 

His  god  should  disappear. 


2    riiin  tremulous  he  rose  and  walked 
That  pilgrim-trodden  strand. 
And.  bowing,  with  his  linger  traced 
His  thought  upon  the  .sand  : 
"God" — 'twas  the  burdi-n  of  his  thought, 
"  My  God,  and  nuist  we  part  ? 
Shail  thy  bright  beams  no  more  receive 
The  homage  of  my  heart  ? 

y  "  Has  all  my  worship  been  in  vain? 

My  soul  believes  it  true — 
Blest  teachers  of  the  living  Goil, 

I  henceforth  go  with  you. 
Thou  sun — so  long  tin?  (Jod  before 

Wliosi?  glory  I  have  bowed. 
Farewell  I   when  thou  again  shalt  rise 

No  doubts  my  soul  shall  cloud. 

4  "The  God  who  madi;  tine  calls  nic  now  ! 

With  tiiee  as  God  I  part ; 
No  idol  iR'nceforth  in  my  hand — 

No  idol  in  niv  heart! " 

*  *  «  «  *  • 

5  Along  the  shore  of  memory's  .sea, 

Wlure  high  the  dark  waves  ndlcd, 
A  stricken  mother  l>owcd  in  grief 

That  would  not  be  controlled. 
"He  was  my  own,  my  only  one, 

My  life  with  his  was  bh-nt  ; 
I  could  not  for  a  moment  think 

He  was  a  treasure  loit. 

6  "When  from  his  cheek  the  crimson  hue 

Grew  pale  as  fades  the  leaf; 
When  from  his  eye  the  light  withdrew. 

My  soul  owned  no  relief. 
My  God,"  I  cried,  "  and  wilt  thou  not 

My  life's  best  treasure  spare  ?  " 
There  was  no  answering  voice  of  love. 

And  all  was  deep  despair. 

7  My  God,"  again  I  cried,  "  and  can 

A  worshipjier  like  me. 
Who  can  permit  an  angel  child 

To  blot  out  joy  in  Thee  ; 
Can  stich  a  worshipper  still  claim 

In  Thy  pure  bliss  a  ])art  ? 
Henceforth  no  idol  in  my  hand, 

No  iilol  in  my  heart  !  " 

8  Go<I  is  enough,  the  mourner  sings, 

When  trust  succeeds  to  doubt ; 
GimI  is  enough,  the  I'arsee  finds, 

Though  suns  be  blotted  out. 
Oh  !  -olemn  .is  the  prayer  may  be, 

"i'is  of  my  life  a  p.irt  ; 
No  idol  in  my  hand  henceforth. 

No  idol  in  my  heart. 

jrLIA  p.   RALLARn. 
Wife  of  Prt.f   A.  BiUUr<l.  D.  D. 
L«/arHU  Collate.  KMton.  Penn. 


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WOMAN  IN  BACKED  BONO. 


OVER  AGAINST   THE   TREASURY. 

1  Over  a^rainst  the  Treasury-  this  day 

Th(!  MasUT  siloiit  sits,  wliili'  uiiawaro 
Of  that  Cflc'stial  Prosuiice,  still  and  fair, 
Thf  people  jiass  or  pause,  upon  tiieir  way. 

2  Ami  some  go  laden  with  His  treasures  sweet, 

Anil  dressed  in  costly  robes  of  His  device; 
Yet,  bearing  hearts  of  sHone  and  souls  of  ice, 
They  bring  no  token  to  the  Master's  feet. 

3  And  some  pass,  gayly  singing,  to  and  fro. 

And  cast  a  careless  gift  before  His  face 
Amongst  the  treasures  of  His  holy  phice, 
But  kneel  to  crave  no  blessing  ere  they  go. 

4  And  some  are  travel-worn,  th(>ir  eyes  are  dim. 

They  toueh  His  shining  vesture  as  they  pass, 
But  see  not  even  darkly  thrpugh  a  glass 
How  sweet  might  be  their  trembling  gifts  to  Him. 

5  And  still  the  hours  roll  on ;  serene  and  fair 

The  M:ister  keeps  His  watch,  but  who  can  tell 
The  thoughts  that  in  His  tender  spirit  swell, 

As  one  by  one  we  pass  Him  unaware? 
G  For  this  is  He  who  on  one  awful  day 

Cast  down  for  us  a  price  so  vast  and  dread 
That  He  was  left  for  our  sakes  bare  and  dead 

Having  given  Himself  our  mighty  debt  to  pay. 

7  Oh  :  shall  unworthy  gifts  once  more  be  thrown 

Into  His  Treasury,  by  whose  death  we  live  ? 

Or  shall  we  now  embrace  His  cross,  and  give 

Ourselves,  and  all  we  have,  to  Him  alone? 

B.  M.,  in  "  India's  Women." 
1881. 


3  Fear  !  — what  had  he  to  do  with  fear, 
Who  ventured  forth  abroad, 
Unpiloted,  through  j)athless  space, 

By  angels  only  trod  ? 
"Who  wandered  with  unfailing  flight 

Creation's  vastness  o'er, 
And  brought  to  light  an  infinite, 
So  inconceived  before. 

4  When  gazing  on  those  worlds  which  first 

He  was  allowed  to  scan. 
How  puny  would  a])pcar  the  aims 

And  littl(;ness  of  man  ! 
And  proud  his  inward  consciousness, 

That  he  had  dared  to  be 
A  sharer  in  the  mysteries 

Of  God's  immensity. 

5  When  back  to  earth  he  turned  again. 

Such  brilliant  visions  past. 
How  most  contemptible  would  seem 

The  trammels  round  him  cast. 
And  yet  his  lofty  character 

Submitted  to  the  stain; 
And  lullhig  Ignorance  entwined 
Her  weak,  Delilah  chain. 

6  Strange  that  the  ray  which  beamed  for  him  • 

With  such  intense  delight. 
Should  for  a  single  moment  lose 

Its  glory  in  his  sight ; 
Strange  that  the  eye  whose  strength  could  pierce 

From  Morld  to  world  afar, 
Should  suffer  fear  to  cloud  the  blaze 

Of  Truth's  diviner  star  ! 

MARGARET  JL'XKIS.       1847. 


A    PLEA    FOR   AFRICA. 


GALILEO    BEFORE    THE    INQUISITION. 

1  U'liy  wrapped  he  not  a  martyr's  robe 

Around  his  lofty  form? 
Why  bore  he  not  with  dauntless  brow 

The  bursting  of  the  storm  ? 
Why  cringed  the  mind  that  jjroudly  soared 

Where  others  gazed  dismayed 
With  servile  will  before  the  power 

Whose  grasp  was  on  him  laid  ? 

2  They  tell  us  it  was  fear  tliat  bowed 

I  lis  migiity  s|)irit,  when 
He  stooped  beneath  the  rusty  links 

Of  superstition's  chain. 
The  ilnngeon  cell  was  dark, —  and  light 

Was  pleasant  to  his  (>ye. 
And.  holy  th<iugh  tin-  truth,  for  it 

He  did  not  dan;  to  die. 


1  With  doors  unbarred  our  Afric  stands 

Ready  for  entrance  now. 
The  long-locked  mysteries  of  her  heart, 

Her  woe-encircled  brow, 
The  heathen  spells  about  her  hung, 
Plead  in  each  wild  unlettered  tongue 
'lo  Cod's  advancing  gospel  host, 
"  Back  from  the  coast!  back  from  the  coast!" 

2  Beyond  the  mangrove's  deadly  line, 

Where  lurks  the  fever  sprite  ; 
Beyond,  where  forests  dense  entwine 

In  ever-dismal  night. 
The  inland  fertile  plains  invite 
Brave  messengers  of  Truth  and  Light, 
And  Freedom's  own  unfettered  host,  ' 
"  Back  from  the  coast !    back  from  the  coast" 

3  Where  Lua-la-b.i  threads  its  way 

Through  lake  and  mountain  bold. 
Beside  Zambesi's  torrent  sjiray, 

One  has  God's  message  told. 
Yet.  what  delays  the  fidl,  Itright  nioru 
To  be  o'er  Afric's  uplands  i>orne, 


FOREIGN  MISSIONS.     SONOS,  READINOS  AND  RECITATIONS  FOR   YOUNO  LADIES'  SOCIETIES.        377 


Where  Coni;*)  and  Oijovc's  tide   ~ 
'riiroii^ii  inoiint.'iin  harriers  wander  wide, 
Wliile  eoiiiitless  tlioiisaiids  dark  ami  lost 
Fill  vast  unknowns  "  back  from  the  coast  ?" 

4  O  friends  !  O  Cliristian  souls  at  rest ! 

Look  from  your  watch-towers'  height ; 
O  liearts,  tlie  nohU'st  and  the  best! 
See!  morning  breaks  thi^  nisjlit. 
Up,  onward  witli  the  Atlantic  wave, 
God-given  your  power  to  lift,  to  save ! 

ISAIIKLLA   A.    NASSAU. 

For  tho  "  Woman'*  FuruiBn  Missionary  Day. " 

at  tUu  Bvasiilc  Riibtuth-Schiml  Aucinhly, 

Asbury  Park,  N.  J.,  August  9.  1S81. 


glrs.  d'lnburn. 


5   Diverse  though  our  jiaths  in  life  may  be, 
lOaeh  is  .sent  .'iiiine  mission  to  fulliil  ; 
Kellow-workers  in  the  world  are  we, 

^\  hile  we  8eek  to  do  our  Master's  will; 
lUit  our  doom  is  labor,  wbih;  tin;  <lay 
I'oints  us  to  our  task,  with  blessi'd  ray. 
For  the  night  cometh  ! 

G  Fellow-workers  are  we  :  hour  by  hour. 

Human  tools  are  shaping  Heaven's  great  Kchemcs, 
Till  we  see  no  limit  to  man's  ])uwcr 
And  reality  mitstrips  oM  dreams. 
Toil  and  struggle,  therefore,  work  and  weep, 
In  God's  acre  ye  shall  calmly  sleep, 
When  the  night  cometh  ! 

KM  MA   <'.    KIIBdBT, 


Mm.  Kmbury,  daufhtcr  of  Dr.  Manly ,  a  jiopiilar  physician  of  )il»  times, 
was  born  in  New  Yoik.  Hi:r  Iiuabaml  Wiia  a  Kfntli'nian  of  wealth,  ciluca- 
tion.  and  higli  intelUctual  altaiumcnts.  During  Mrs.  Kinbury's  early 
days  she  wrote  uiuler  the  name  of  laiillie  ;  ami  in  1S23,  lhi!se  articles  were 
collected  into  a  voluiuu  calletl  Guitlo  ami  oHin-  l'i»-n.i.  Her  last  prose 
works  were  Frmalr  Education,  Omttaner  iMlimrr,  Ihf  blimt  j/ir/,  and 
Glimpxfunf  Homr  L'/f.  After  maniagc  her  hoiue  was  iu  Brooklyn,  and 
it  was  freciuently  remarked  that  her  well  kept  ".Model  home"  was  a  refu- 
tation of  the  charge  frequenlly  uiadi'  tlmt  women  of  genius  cui.not  be 
women  of  domestx  work.  Women  of  the  liest  literary  ability  have  not 
bocu  the  ones  to  ueglect  tlie  plain  duties  of  home  life. 


THE    NIGHT   COMETH. 

Ye,  who  in  the  field  of  human  life 

(Quickening  seeds  of  wisdom  fain  would  sow, 
Pause  not  for  tlie  angry  temi)est's  strife. 

Shrink  not  from  the  moontiile's  fervid  glow; 
Labor  on,  while  yet  the  ligiit  of  day 
Shed  abroail  its  pure  and  blessed  ray, 

For  the  night  cometh  ! 
Ye  who  at  man's  mightiest  engine  stjind, 

Moulding  nol)le  tlioughts  into  opinion. 
Oh!  stav  not  for  weariness  your  hand. 

Till  ve  fi.\  the  bounds  of  trutii's  dominion; 
Labor  on,  whih;  yet  the  light  of  day 
Slifd  upon  your  toil  its  blessed  ray, 

For  the  night  cometh  ! 
Ye,  to  whom  a  i)rophet  voice  is  given. 

Stirring  men  as  by  a  trumpet's  call, 
Utter  forth  tht;  oracles  of  Heaven  ; 

Earth  gives  back  the  echoes  as  they  fall: 
Rouse  the  worlil's  great  heart,  while  yet  the  day 
Breaks  life's  slumber  with  it.s  blessed  ray, 

For  the  night  cometh  ! 
Ye  who  in  home's  narrow  circle  dwell. 

When  Love's  flame  lights  up  the  household  hearth, 
Weave  the  silken  bond.  an<l  frame  the  spell. 

Binding  heart  to  heart  throughout  the  earth ; 
Pleasant  toil  is  yours ;  the  light  of  day 
On  naught  holier  sheds  its  hhssed  ray, 
Yet  the  night  cometh  I 


SIMEON    AND   THE   CHILD   JESUS. 


1  Li  Jerusalem  Saint  Simeon 

Sat  upon  the  housetop,  still, 
Li  the  evening,  when  the  sunset 

(■littered  over  Zion's  hill, 
Wh(!ie  the  gohleii  temple  lifting 

Its  fair  towers  and  arches  high. 
Caught  the  crimson  rays  reflected 

As  they  blazed  athwart  the  sky, 

Dazzling  to  the  gazer's  eye. 

2  Here  for  ages  God  had  given 

Promise  of  a  <-oniing  One, 
AVho  should  In-  unto  His  j)eoiile, 

Lcadei-,  Light,  un.setting  Sun  ; 
And  dispelling  all  the  sluuhiws. 

And  the  mysteries  of  their  time, 
Lead  them  into  clearer  pathways, 

Into  height.s  of  joy  sublime. 

Where  the  pure  and  holy  climb. 

3  Many  mighty  kings  and  prophets 

Long  had  waited  for  this  Light  ; 
After  years  of  anxious  watching 

They  had  <lied  without  the  sight. 
Many  and  many  a  .Iewi.■^h  motluT, 

As  she  clasju'd  Iht  tldest  l)orn. 
Thought  jierchance,  the  early  dawning 

Of  the  long-ex |>ected  morn. 

Broke  at  la-st  o'er  earth  forlorn. 

4  Patient  yet,  Saint  Simeon  waited, 

For  once,  at  the  evening  hour; 
lie  hail  seen  a  glorious  vision 

Shining  like  a  golden  towi-r ; 
From  its  height  an  angel  darted 

On  a  wing  of  silver  light  ; 
Bringing  to  his  ear  this  message : 
"Thou  shall  never  s<'e  death's  blight. 

Till  the  Sur  shall  greet  thy  sight." 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


u  So  the  fiiithful  patriarch  waited, 

'riiDUiih  his  hx  ks  were  wliito  as  snow  ; 

Wondcriiii:  liow  ihi'  Lord  was  coining  : 
Wiicthir  in  a  golden  irK)W 

Of  rartli's  pomp,  and  ]»o\vcr,  and  spluudor, 
Or  if   He  were  i,'entk\  meek  ; 

Calling  all  the  contrite-hearted 
Unto  Him,  their  rest  to  seek  : 
Hoping  He  were  gentle,  meek. 


1 1   On  her  breast  a  babe  is  nestling ; 

In  her  hands  a  gift  she  bears, 
AVliile  her  heart  seems  overflowing 

With  her  earnest,  grateful  prayers. 
Soft,  her  deep  brown  eyes  seem  peering 

Through  the  depths  of  future  years 
"With  jtrophetic  gaze  ;  adoring 

God  unseen  ;  while  grateful  tears 

Minirle  with  the  smiles  she  wears. 


Thus  he  mused,  the  aged  Simeon, 
Till  the  sunset  glories  dim, 

Faded,  and  from  out  the  temple 
Floated  sweet  the  evening  hymn  ; 

Pealing  soft,  the  sacred  .nusic 
Swept  along  the  evening  air, 

With  it,  as  it  rose  to  heaven, 

lilended  was  the  patriarch's  jirayer 
Which  he  breathed  so  fervent  there. 


12  Then  Saint  Simeon  clasped  the  infant 
In  his  arms,  and  blessed  his  God 
That  his  eyes  had  seen  this  Scion 
Fragrant  bloom  from  Jesse's  rod. 
"  Light  to  lighten  all  the  Gentiles, 
Israel's  glory,  shining  too  ; 
Sure  salvation  of  the  faithful 

Who  have  watched  the  long  years  through. 
As  the  silent  sages  do." 


7  When  the  silent  stars  of  midnight 

O'er  the  slumbering  city  shone, 
Still  upon  the  house-top  lingering, 

Aged  Simeon  sat  alone  ; 
Waiting,  watching,  praying ;  sleejjing 

When  at  last  the  midnight  came  ; 
Sleeping,  dreaming  that  the  glory 

He  had  praj-ed  for,  glowed  in  fhimo, 

Hiding  all  their  nation's  shame. 

8  Suddenly  a  song  awaked  him. 

Whence  the  music,  heavenly  sweet? 
Was  it  sound  ?  or  was  it  echo. 

Where  all  harmonies  do  meet  ? 
In  the  East  a  light  was  shining 

Brighter  than  the  morning  star  I 
'Twas  a  band  of  angels  sweeping 

Upward,  toward  the  gates  ajar. 

9  As  the  pearly  gates  swing  open 

To  receive  them  out  of  sight, 
Strains  of  harmony  reecho 

Through  the  arches  of  the  night. 
Simeon  lists  !  he  lists,  and  wonders  ; 
And  his  heart  receives  the  sign. 
"  Blessed  Lord  !  my  prayer  is  answered ; 
And  salvation  now  is  mine, 
I  woidd  worship  at  Thy  shrine." 

10  Days  passed  on.     The  wailing  prophet 
Still  more  silent,  thoughtful  grew, 

As  toward  the  temple  turning 
Every  morn  in  hope  he  drew ; 

Then  at  last,  one  fair,  briglit  morning, 
By  the  Spirit  kd  along. 

He  beholds  a  gentle  mother 

Coming  with  the  eager  throng. 
As  the  Lcvitcs  chant  their  song. 


13  Then  he  blest  the  wondering  mother. 
And  of  coming  trials  told, 
Wliich  the  years,  so  swiftly  fleeing, 

To  her  vision  would  unfold. 
Tb.en  content  with  this  rich  blessing, 
Lowly  bows  his  hoary  head : 
"  Lord  !  now  lettest  thou  Thy  servant 
Die  in  peace,  as  Thou  hast  said  I " 
Rest  in  peace,  thou  holy  dead. 


THEN. 

Rev.  ixi :  1-J. 


MBS.    E.    f,   WILLUMS. 


Jan.  188L 


"  The  former  things  are  passed  away  !  " 
No  more  shall  night  succeed  the  day  ; 
In  heaven  shall  roll  no  surging  sea, 
From  all  life's  storms  that  world  is  free. 
The  heavenly  city  as  a  bride 
Adorned,  in  splendor  glorified. 
Descends  to  fill  the  earth  redeemed ; 
'Twas  thus  the  holy  prophet  dreamed  : 

"  I  heard  a  great  voice  out  of  heaven. 
Behold,  what  grace  to  us  is  given  ! 
For  God  returns  to  dwell  with  men, 
And  earth  is  Eden-like  again." 
Aye  !  God  shall  wipe  all  tears  away, 
iS'o  ffloom  of  death  shall  cloud  the  day, 
No  sorrow,  papi,  or  death  shall  dim 
The  glory  we  shall  share  with  Him. 
O  golden  city  !  radiant,  fair! 
No  blight  of  time  shall  enter  there, 
Where"  all  shall  share  a  Father's  love. 
And  He  their  praises  shall  ajiprovc ! 

BUILY   r.   WILLIAMS.      1879, 


FOREH}!f  M/SSTOyS     TlilRUTES  TO,  AND  PHAYEflS  FOlt  OUR  MISSIOS ARIES. 


379 


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FOREION  MISSIONS.     THIDUTES  TO,  AND  PRA  VERS  FOR  OUR  MISSIONARIES. 


381 


HERALDS   OF   ZION. 

"Do  ye  therefore  and  teach  all  natlnnii,  baptizing  them  in  the  name  oX  tbo 

Father,  u(  thu  Uuii,  ami  uf  tlic  Uuly  Cli  Ml."    Mate,  xxlii.  19. 

1  (jI.kI  as  the  inornitig,  swift  i\s  the  li^^ht, 

Heralds  of  Zioii,  ^o  fortli  in  ii:iglit ; 
Over  (111!  inoiintaiii,  over  the  deej), 

Go  wliere  tlie  heathen  weep. 
ClIOltLS. 
Far  and  wide  the  Sahbath  music  roll, 

Peace  and  Joy  for  each  hciiighted  soul ; 
Labor  and  triuuiith,  (Jod  will  |)rovide, 

Tell  them,  tell  theui,  tell  theui  that  Jesus  died. 

2  Earnest  and  eager,  <jlad  hearts  of  youth. 

Soft  hands  of  childhood,  speed  on  the  truth ; 
List  to  the  children  over  the  sea. 
Crying  for  hilp  from  Thee. 

3  Free  as  the  sunshine,  wich;  as  its  ray. 

Tidings  of  gladness,  haste  on  your  way, 
Healing  the  sorrow,  loosing  the  chain, 
Teaching  that  Christ  shall  reign. 

4  Clothed  with  salvation,  shielded  with  might, 

Heralds  of   Zion,  bear  on  the  light, 
Over  the  desert,  waiting  for  Thee, 
See  how  the  shadows  Hee. 

PRI8CILLA  J.  OWENS. 

Set  to  muilo  by  AAA  urix.     From  " Oolduu  Slitaf." 

Copyright,  18T0,  Aaa  Hull. 

PRAYER   FOR   OUR    MISSIONARIES 
CROSSING   THE   SEA. 

Tune—  "Autumn." 

1  Star  of  peace,  to  wanderers  weary, 

Bright  the  beams  that  smile  on  me  ; 
Cheer  the  pilot's  vision  dreary, 
Far  at  sea,  the  deep  blue  sea. 

2  Star  of  hope,  gleam  on  the  billow ; 

Bless  the  soul  that  sighs  for  thee  ; 
Bless  our  sister's  lonely  pillow. 
Far  at  sea,  the  deep  blue  sea. 

3  Star  of  faith,  when  winds  are  mocking, 

And  in  prayer  she  flies  to  thee, 
Save  her  on  the  billows  rocking. 
Far  at  sea,  thu  treacherous  sea. 

JANE  C.  B.  UltnoM. 

PREACH   THE   GOSPEL. 
&M. 

1  Ye  messengers  of  Christ ! 

His  sovereign  voice  oIh'v  ; 
Arise,  and  follow  wliere  He  le.ids, 
^Vnd  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  !yr.aster.  whom  you  serve. 

Will  iHcilful  strength  litstuw; 
Depending  on  Hi.>  pronuM'd  aid, 
With  siicml  courage  go. 


3  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 
And  hell  in  vain  upjMjM- ; 
The  cause  is  Cio<r8 —  and  will  prevail, 
In  spite  of  all  His  foes. 


MIUI.   VOKE. 


ONWARD.    ONWARD.    MEN    OF    HEAVEN. 

1  Onward,  onwanl,  men  of  heaven ! 

Bear  the  go>pel  banner  high  ; 
Rest  not  till  its  light  is  given  — 

Star  of  every  pagan  sky  ; 
Send  it  where  the  jdlgrim  stranger 

Faints  beneath  the  torrid  ray  ; 
Bid  the  hardy  forest  ranger 

Hail  it  ere  he  fades  away.  ' 

2  Wliere  the  Arctic  ocean  thunders, 

Where  the  tropics  fiercely  glow. 
Broadly  spread  its  page  of  wonders, 

Brightly  bid  its  radianct;  flow  ; 
India  marks  its  luster  stealing; 

Shiv'ring  Greenland  loves  its  rays  ; 
Afric,  'mid  her  deserts  kneeling. 

Lifts  the  untaught  strain  of  praise. 

ti  Ru<le  in  speech,  or  wiM  in  feature. 
Dark  in  spirit,  though  they  be. 
Show  that  light  to  every  creature  — 

I'rince  or  vas.sal,  l)ond  or  free  : 
Lo !  they  haste  to  every  nation; 

Host  on  host  the  ranks  supply; 
Onward  !  Christ  is  your  salvation, 
And  your  death  is  victory  I 

x&a.  siooraxBT. 


THE    MISSIONARIES'   DEPARTURE. 

1  The  crown  of  thorns  He  wore, 

>Vliose  kingdom  yet  shall  smile 
From  ocean's  farthest  siiore. 

And  every  heathen  isle  ; 
And  we  would  count  all  else  as  loss 
To  spread  the  glory  of  His  cross. 

2  Where  bright  with  gohl  their  lands. 

And  diamonds  star  the  mine. 
The  thorn  of  darkness  stands 

And  souls  in  Itondage  |*ine  ; 
WV  go  t<»  suiui^  the  jubilee 
To  all  who  will  in  (  hri^t  Iw  free. 

3  They  die,  where  rose  and  imlm, 

And  c:t.ssia  tlnuri>h  fair. 
For  want  of  (iilead'K  ii.dm. 

And  a  IMiy^ician  there. 
Their  grounils  o'er  run  with  sin  and  woci 
We  go  Willi  ligiil  and  life  to  sow. 


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WUMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


•1   While  in  tiiat  distant  field 

To  si'ivi-  our  lu'iivenly  King, 
Of  fiiitli  \Vf  bfiir  thf  siiitld, 

And  of  salvation  sing, 
His  iiannt'F  oVt  us  will  Ik*  love, 
Our  C'oiufortcT,  the  Holy  Dove, 
5   No  victim's  blood  must  flow 

Our  paths  of  pcaci'  to  sUiin, 
As  forth  we  march  to  show 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 
His  veins  have  pour'd  the  sacred  streams 
Whose  power  the  soul  from  death  redeems. 
G  Now,  o'er  the  rolling  seas 

A  Saviour's  name  to  bear, 
Our  sails  are  to  the  breeze. 

To  (lod  our  parting  prayer. 
We  leave  our  native  shores,  and  know 
The  Christian  hath  no  home  below! 
7  Friends,  kindred,  all,  adieu! 

Though  through  our  earthly  days, 
So  vapor-like  and  few. 

We're  hence  as  parted  rays. 
On  liigh  may  we  surround  the  Sun 
Of  Righteousness,  in  Him  made  one ! 

HANKAU   FLAOO   GOULD. 

GOOD   BYE   OFFERING   TO    MISSIONARIES. 

Few  women  have  doue  more  for  the  cause  of  Foreign  Missions,  than 
has  the  author  of  the  following  "Good  bye  oferhiy." 

To  hear  such  testimony  of  a  person,  is  to  know  that  such  a  one  is  also 
thoroughly  dcvoteil  to  the  home,  and  Home  Missions.  That  clear  vision 
enabling  one  to  sec  over  into  tho3e  dark  and  distant  places  of  earth,  is 
not  granted  until  the  heart  has  first  been  touched  by.  and  has  responded 
to.  the  home  needs. 

Mrs.  Carrie  L.  Post  is  known  far  and  wide  as  a  coustimt  and  conse- 
crated worker,  though  a  quiet  Siud  unobtrusive  one,  in  whatever  her 
hCiirt  and  hand  findeth  to  do. 

Thirteen  years  ago,  when  Miss  Jennie  Chapin  went  as  a  missionary  to 
China.  Mrs.  Post— "Aunt  Carrie,"  asshe  is  familiarly  and  lovingly  called 
by  all  the  you:ig  people— organized  the"Ji,ttnijChui>in  Hf/ppr.«,' a  society 
which  lias  don.!  most  eff  ctive  work  under  her  supcrintendency.  and  has 
been  the  means  of  stimulating  other  like  organizations  into  more  active 
service  for  the  Master. 

H'!r  elegant  hora^  is  always  open  for  the  workers  in  any  good  cause, 
and  time  and  money  are  freely  given,  yet  in  such  a  manner  that  her  left 
band  knuweth  not  what  the  right  doeth. 

FOR   A    READING   OR    RECITATION. 

May  "  Peace,"  be  on  the  waters 

And  safety  on  the  land. 
When  the  consecrated  daughters 

Of  our  missionary  band. 

Swiftly  speeding  on  their  way, 
Haste  to' tell  the  glad^'old  story," 

Of  a  Saviour  —  Christ  —  our  God ; 
Uoing  all  things  for  His  glory. 

Heady  for  His  smile,  or  rod. 
No  vain  tears  for  home  receding. 

Or  for  faces  fair  and  kind  ; 
Ha-te  thee  where  .sad  voices  pleading 

Ask  for  "  Bread,"  they  cannot  lind. 


Blessed  mission  !  brightest  honor 

Christian  woman  e'er  couhl  t;rave, 
•'Will  of  (iod,"  hath  laid  upon  her 

This  co-work  with  Christ  —  to  save. 
He  who  slept  upon  His  pillow, 

Though  His  soul  was  wid(!  awake, 
Still  coiitiols  old  ocean's  billows  ; 

Trust  Him —  trust  Him,  for  His  sake. 


CARRIE  L.   POST. 

Springfield,  lU. 


THE    MISSIONARY. 

1  Behold  him,  Heaven-sent  to  nations  rude, — 
With  |)rayerful  soul,  in  some  sweet  solitude. 
Ah !  why,  with  softening  heart,  yet  soul  serene, 
Gaz(!S  he  thus  upon  the  varied  scene  ? 

Has  witching  mem'ry,  with  mysterious  power. 
By  song  of  joyous  bird,  or  sight  of  flower. 
Brought  other  scenes  and  other  claims  to  view, 
Where  sever'd  hearts  exchanged  a  last  adieu? 

2  Though  pleasing  to  his  soul  the  dream  of  home. 
And  the  sweet  memories  that  with  it  come. 
Now  higher  cares  engross, —  to  pour  the  light 
Of  heaven  on  lands  long  veil'd  in  error's  night. 
Nor  vainly.  Lo  !  where  pagan  altars  rose. 
The  Christian  temple  in  the  sunlight  glows. 
And  those  who  bow'd  to  gods  of  wood  and  stone. 
Bend  in  Thy  courts,  O  God !  to  Thee  alone. 

SF.LIKA  SUEKMAjr. 


liss  tm-x  M.  ^iitinifr. 


Miss  Laura  M.  Latimer  was,  for  so.ne  time,  a  missionary  to  Mexico, 
under  the  auspices  of  the  Philadelphia  Board  of  the  Presbyterian  Church. 
She  was  a  faithful  worker,  and  her  brilliant  talents  as  a  writer  did  her 
good  service  while  in  the  field,  which  she  left  one  year  ago.  much  to  the 
regret  of  many  interested  in  the  spiritual  coudition  of  Mexico.  1885. 

CROWN    HIM    LORD    OF   ALL. 

In  1835.  when  Dr.  Webb  and  other  missionaries  sailed,  the  last  words 
they  heard  from  their  native  land  were  "Crown  Him  I.rf)rd  of  all.' 

1  They  hushed  their  breath,  that  noble  band, 

To  catch  the  last  farewell ; 
The  dear  home  shore  receding  fast 

AVith  every  ocean  swell. 
Above  the  city's  noise  and  din 

A  song  rose  on  the  air  — 
A  song  of  triumph  and  of  joy 

From  loved  ones  gathered  there. 

2  iVll  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name! 

And,  clear  as  bugle  call, 
The  words  came  floating  on  the  air, 

Oh!  crown  Him  Lord  of  all! 
They  caught  the  spirit  of  the  hymn, 

Danger  and  death  looked  small 
To  those  brave  ones,  who  gave  their  lives 

To  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 


FOREIGN  MISSIONS.     TlilBUTES  TO,  AND  PRAYERS  FOR  OUR  MISSIONARIES. 


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3  A  hattlo-livmii,  that  soii<;  spod  on, 

Tlu!  world  for  Cliiist,  the  call, 
For  (;v(!ry  i.slaml  of  tlio  sea 

Shall  crown  Iliin  Lord  of  all. 
On  Ilimalava's  siiiinv  slojic, 

Wy  IXdlii's  kin,-;!y'wall, 
Tlicy  lay  tluir  livts  down  at  His  feet. 

And  crown  Iliui  Lord  of  all. 

4  The  Southern  Cross  begins  to  bend, 

The  inoridni,'  dawns  at  last. 
Idol  and  shrine  and  niosiiuo  and  tower 

At  Jesus'  feet  are  cast. 
Trinniphant  Zlon,  lift  thy  head, 

Let  every  burden  fall, 
Como,  cast  your  trophies  at  Ilis  feet. 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all  I 

LAL'UA  M.   LATIMKR, 
Phfll*.  N.  Y. 

YE    ARE    MY    WITNESSES. 
RECITATION. 
O  yo  to  whom  the  "  word  of  life  "  hath  brought 
The  feet  of  gladness  and  the  voice  of  joy, 
Speed  ye  upon  the  highways  of  the  earth, 
And  through  the  by-ways  bear  the  goixl,  great  news. 
Kear  not  to  spread  the  message  of  the  King, 
"  For  ye  are  not  your  own,"  ye  are  the  Christ's, 
And  Christ  is  God's,  and  God  is  all  the  world's. 
Aye,  all  creation's ;   for  lie  serveth  all 
An  I  is  the  Mastir  by  the  need  of  llim, 
K  en  as  the  Tt-acher  said.  Servant  of  all 
Is  :;reatest  in  the  Kingdom  of  our  God  ; 
A  kingdom  not  of  this  world  short  and  small, 
But  lying  in  the  unseen  land  of  souls. 
That  living  land,  by  living  waters  fed. 
Then  go  ye  to  the  hungry  hearts  of  men. 
And  hold  ye  forth  the  "  Bread  of  life,"  and  cry 
To  all  who  pass,  that  they  may  taste  and  see 
That  it  hath  nurture  for  tiiera  and  is  sweet ; 
And  learn  that  he  who  eateth  hungereth  not 
For  that  lie  evermore  may  eat  again  ; 
That  they  shall  buy  no  more  what  is  not  meat, 
Shall  no  more  toil  and  plan,  and  strive  and  war 
For  ijains  of  gold,  power,  luxury,  and  art 
That  perish  with  the  using,  and  are  gone, 
■\Vhile  there  is  that  which  groweth  w  ith  the  use 
And  can  be.  for  the  using,  ever  hail. 
Speak,  for  this  lasting  foixl  our  Lonl  hath  luiu 
As  burden  on  the  blessed  heart  and  hand, 
Give,  and  it  shall  be  given  ye  again. 
Withhold,  it  turns  to  ashes  in  the  clasp ; 
Then  stand  ye  in  the  Master's  name  antl  serve 
Wherever  souls  are  Iwrn,  and  lives  are  li%'ed, 
rroelaim  that  there  is  balm  in  (Jile.ad 
{•'or  every  heart,  fresh  balm  from  buds  of  joy. 
Stand  where  the  snows  of  winter  white  the  earth  ; 
Stand  where  the  heat  of  sunnner  pareh  the  land  ; 
Sim;  on  the  mountains  ;  in  the,  valleys  t<'ll  ; 
Talk  by  the  rivtr;  answer,  on  the  plains. 
To  him  \\\w  askcth  ye  of  your  gtwul  Impf. 


Labor  and  wait  I     The  summer  of  the  Tx>r<l 

Ktinneth  the  wh(d(!  round  year.     The  "  tne  of  life" 

Hath  not  one  month,  alone,  to  <lrop  its  fruit. 

Ami  is  it  hard  ?  aye,  and  it  is  not  hard. 

The  yoke  is  easy  wlien  it  lits  the  neck  ; 

The  burden  light  \x\m\\  the  willing  back. 

And  ye  would  sit  close  at  the  han<l  of  llim, 

And  share  His  power?     If  ye  are  able,  come! 

IJnt  can  ye  drink  the  cup  and  be  baptize<l 

AVith  that  baptism  to  which  He  b(jwed  His  head? 

Then  are  ye  kings  and  priests  unto  our  God, 

Aiul  yc  do  reign  with  Him  the  ages  long. 

ll'RILL*  rcBKa. 
CotUce  GniTc,  Uisu.    Uti. 

airs.  'j::mr:i  gl.  ^burston. 

•Mra.  L»urn  M.  Thunton  wmi  •  (Utuhterof  E»rl  P.  lUwlcr  of  Norfolk, 
where  tbo  wax  bum  lu  December,  181X 

lu  ScpU-mber,  1839.  iho  wm  uuuT<e<l  to  Fnaklin  ThamUiii,  at  that  tliM 
ft  mi-rcbsiit  of  New'  Albany,  wbrro  »lie  couUiiued  to  n-alde  untfl  tfa* 
time  of  her  dualb,  which  oocurt-d  "U  the  lint  of  July.  l&U. 

She  Contributed  a  num>>er  ofi>oetlc«l  artlclct  Ut  to  the  poifidioala, 
under  the  signaturo  of  "Viola,"  iomo  of  which  obtalocd  an  extaorfT* 
diculatiuu. 

PARTING   HYMN. 

7*. 

1  Brethren  we  are  parting  now. 

Here  perchance  to  meet  no  more, 
Well  may  sorrow  cloud  each  brow. 

That  another  <lream  is  o'er. 
Life  is  fraught  with  changeful  dreams. 

Ne'er  to-morrow  as  to-<lay  ; 
Scarce  we  catch  their  transient  gleams, 

Ere  they  melt  and  fade  away. 

2  But  upon  the  brow  of  night. 

See  the  morning  star  arise. 
With  unchanging  holy  light, 

CJihling  all  the  Eastern  skies. 
Bethlehem's  .Star !  of  yore  it  blazed, 

(ileaming  on  .ludea's  brow, 
While  the  wondering  ^L^ji  gazed  ; 

Brethren,  let  it  giii<le  us  now. 

3  Guide  us  over  land  and  se.i. 

Where  the  tribes  in  darkness  mourn  ; 
Wliere  no  Gospel  jubilee 

Bids  th(!  ran.soined  ones  return  ; 
Or,  Ixneath  our  own  blue  skies. 

Where  our  green  savannahs  spread. 
Let  me  bid  that  Star  arise 

And  its  beams  of  healing  hlietl. 

4  Sh:dl  we  shrink  from  pain  and  strife 

While  our  Captain  leads  tin'  "iv  ? 
Shall  we,  for  the  love  of  life. 

Cast  .1  .Saviour's  life  away  ; 
Hather  ginl  Ilis  armor  on. 

Fight  the  battles  of  tin*  I.,onl, 
Till  the  vieiory  Im-  won. 

And  we  gain  our  long  rewanL 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO 


5  01»  I  may  many  a  radiant  gom, 

Sciiils  riMlccmcd  liy  us  from  woe, 
Sparkle  in  tlic  (iiadtin 

That  our  Leader  i-iiali  bestow, 
Cliani^e  anil  trial  here  may  come; 

r>iil  no  firief  may  haunl  the  breiist; 
AVlien  we  reach  our  heavi-nly  home, 

Find  our  everlasting  rest. 
C  llroken  is  our  household  hand, 

Hushed  awhile  oiu-  evening  hymns  ; 
15ut  there  is  a  better  land 

Wlure  no  tears  the  eye  shall  dim  ; 
Thert-  is  heard  no  farewell  tone. 

On  that  bright  and  peaceful  shore; 
There  no  parting  grief  is  known, 

For  they  meet  to  part  no  more. 

LAUUA  U.  TUUBHTON. 


%\t  liiijsoii  lamila. 


n/o  only  member  of  the  original  Judson  family,  so  far  aa  welcnow,  wbo 
Jftiiirvives,  is  >Iis«  Abigail  Juilson,  a  sister  of  Dr.  Judson.  She  resides 
at  riyiiiouth,  Mass.,  and  lias  there  lived  manv  yearn,  in  a  home  froutiiig 
the  sia.  Slie  is  now  quite  aged,  but  retain}  a  clear  mind  and  interest  in 
the  cliurcli  of  God. 

In  Hamilton,  N.  Y.,  yet  lirea  Miss  Catharine  Chublmck.  sister  of 
"Fanny  Forrester."  The  latter,  as  is  well  known,  became  the  wife  of  Dr. 
Judson.  ai-.d  after  his  death,  she  returned  to  Hamilton,  her  early  home, 
where  she  died,  and  where  her  body  lies  buried. 

Dr.  r.i'orge  D.  ISoardman  is  the  son  of  Mrs.  Boardman,  who  became 
the  second  Mrs.  Judson.  His  eloquent  ministry  in  Phila<lelpliia  has  just 
fiuishtd  its  lif tcenth  year. 

Adonirani  Judson,  M.  D.,  the  eldest  son  of  Dr.  Judson  and  of  Mrs.  S. 
B.  Judson,  is  an  accomplished  and  rising  physician  in  New  York. 

Miss  Abigail  B.  Judson  is  a  sister  of  the  last-named  son,  and  is  an 
sccniuplishcd  Uacher.  At  prt'seut  she  is  principal  of  one  department  of 
the  institution  at  College  Hill,  near  CincinnatL 

Mr.  I  K-nrj' Judson  is  the  only  one  who  has  resolved  to  wrestle  with 
"the  St  ublfirn  glebe."  He  has  a  farm  in  fertile  Illinois.  He  also  is  a  son 
of  SarUi  B.  Judson. 

ll»T.  lidward  .Iiiilson  is  a  yoong  pastor  whose  work  has  been  so  won- 
derful blessed  in  Orange,  N.  J.,  and  in  New  York  City.  He  is  the 
youngest  son  of  Dr.  .ludson  and  of  Sarah  B.  Judsou.  Blessed  is  she 
among  women  who  U-ft  such  sons. 

The  only  child  of  Dr.  .ludson  and  of  Emily  C.  Judson,  who  survives,  is 
Emily  I'"ranci'8  Judson,  who  in  1870  becamci  the  wife  of  Rev.  Thomas  A, 
T.  Hanna.  She  is  a  noble  Cluistian  woman.  It  w,as  of  herthat  her  gifted 
mother  wrote  the  Ixiantiful  poem  entitled  "My  Bird." 

Editor  "AdvaDoe." 
1884. 

JUDSON'S   GRAVE. 

1  He  had  borne  the  rod, 

He  had  tiiught  of  God, 
Through  him  was  a  nation  bless'd, 

Though  the  ocean  now 
Rolls  o'er  his  brow. 

Yet  sweet  is  his  tranquil  rest. 

2  '  Neath  the  drifting  wave. 

Is  the  '*  Tt'aelier's  "  grave, 
"Where  none  may  e'er  re|)air 

Witli  a  loving  Iieart, 
To  bestow  in  |)arf, 

Afl'ection's  olTeiing-i  there. 


3  Yet  with  all  that  sleep, 

In  the  mighty  deej>, 
At  the  great  Archangel's  tread, 

He  will  early  rise 
To  the  joyous  skies, 

When  the  sea  gives  up  its  dead. 

MKS,   L.    H.    WASHI.VUTON.      1S5L 

From  "  Echoes  of  Song." 

WE  PART  ON   THIS   GREEN   ISLET. 

To  the  Editor  o/  thr  Mother's  Jmrnal,  New  York. 

Mt  deak  Sistku  :  I  seud  yuu  the  accompanying  lines  by  my  late 
beloved  wife,  written  on  hoard  ship,  near  the  Isle  of  France,  when  she 
was  so  decidedly  convalescent  that  it  api>eAred  to  be  my  duty  to  return 
to  Alaulmaio,  and  leave  her  to  prosecute  the  voyage  alone.  After  wa 
avivcd,  however,  at  the  island,  she  became  worse,  aitd  I  was  obliged  to 
relinquish  mv  first  i  iiriKise.  She  continued  to  decline  until  we  reached 
St.  Helena,  when  she  took  her  departure,  not  for  the  "set'.ing  sun,"  but 
the  sun  of  gl.iry  that  never  sets,  and  left  nie  to  pursue  a  different  course, 
and  under  very  different  circumstances  from  those  anticipated  in  the 
lines.     A.  JUDSON. 

Dr.  Judson  was  sent  in  1812  by  the  American  Board,  as  a  missionary 
to  Burmah.    He  died  in  1850. 

1  We  part  on  this  green  islet,  love, — 

Thou  for  the  eastern  main, 
I  for  the  setting  sun,  love. 
Oh  !  when  to  meet  again  ! 

2  My  heart  is  sad  for  thee,  love, 

For  lone  thy  way  will  be ; 
And  oft  thy  tears  will  fall,  love, 
For  thy  children  and  for  me. 

3  But  higher  shall  our  raptures  glow 

On  you  celestial  plain. 
When  loved  and  parted  here  below, 
Meet,  ne'er  to  part  again. 

4  Then  gird  thine  armor  on,  love, 

Nor  faint  thou  bv  the  way, 
Till  Boodh  shall  fall,  and  Burmah 
Shall  own  Messiah's  sway. 

HAKAU   liOAUDMAN  JUDSON. 

The  author  of  the  above  was  the  second  wife  of  Dr.  Juilson.  Her 
sou,  Kev.  Dana  Boardman,  is  the  talented  and  successful  pastor  of  a 
Baptist  Church  in  Philadelphia  at  the  present  time. 

When  a  child,  with  his  mother  in  Burmah,  he  used  to  accompany  her 
when  she  went  to  teach  in  the  harems. 


Sirs. 


(fmilrr  Subsoil. 


Emily  Chubbuck  >vas  liom  at  Morrisville,  in  the  State  of  New  York,  in 
1817.  She  was  at  tirst  a  teacher  and  afterwards  pursued  a  literary  career, 
under  the  name  of  "Fanny  Forester."  She  was  employed  by  Dr.  Adoni. 
ram  Judson,  a  missionary,  to  write  the  memoir  of  his  deceased  wife. 
This  led  to  their  marriage  in  1840.  Together  they  went  as  missionaries  to 
Burmah  where  be  died.  She  lived  only  a  few  months  after  herretum  to 
America  in  1S54.  ^ 

About  1847  her  poems  were  published  in  book  form,  entitled  "OUUr- 
brook."  She  also  published  Hi.  Knihaii'in  .S/niv."— a  volume  contain- 
ing both  poetry  and  |>ro8e,  and  another  volume  of  poems  named  '^.M* 
Olio." 

MY    MOTHER. 

1  ]My  gentle  mother,  through  life's  storms 

I  may  not  lean  on  thee  ; 
For  helpless,  eoweriiii;  little  forms 
Cling  trustingly  to  me.  Poor  babes! 

To  have  no  guide  but  me. 


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2  AVitli  weary  foot  ami  l)rokcn  win*,', 

Willi  l)lcc<liiii,'  licart  ami  sow. 
Thy  (lovi!  looks  iKickwanls  surrowin^. 
But  8C!ok.s  tliu  ark  no  inoiOjlliy  breast 

Seeks  never,  never  more. 

3  Sweet  mother,  for  tlie  exile  pray. 

That  loftier  faith  he  ijiven  ; 
Her  broken  reeds  all  swept  away, 
That  siie  may  rest  in  heaven —  iier  soul 

Grow  strong  in  Christ  and  heaven. 

4  All  fearfidly,  all  tearfully, 

Alone  anil  sorrowing, 
My  dim  eyes  lifted  to  the  sky, 
Fast  to  the  cross  I  cling  —  O  Christ ! 

To  Thy  dear  cross  I  cling. 

uaLT  Jl-IMON.     1854. 


WAITING. 

1  The  fields  arc  whitening  'neath  the  ripening  grain  — 

I  long  to  toil  amid  the  reapers  there. 
What  full  rijjc  sheaves  I'll  gather  ere  the  rain, 
To  prove  my  gratitude  for  God's  dear  care ! 

2  Thus  saying,  strong  and  resolute  I  stood 

Amid  the  ever  busy,  hurrying  throng  ; 
Waiting  to  see,  in  somewhat  anxious  mood, 
The  Lord  and  Master  as  he  passed  along. 

3  He  came.     Quick  pressing  tliro'  the  eager  throng, 

I  stood  beside  him  near  tht;  open  gate  : 
•'Master,  what  shall  I  do?  My  soul  is  strong." 

He  turned,  and  softly  said,  "Here  stand  and  wait.'' 

4  The  hot  blood  to  my  brow  and  temple  flew  ; 

I  battled  fiercely  with  my  hapless  fate: 
"O   Master!   have  you  naught  for  me  to  do?  " 
'•Yes,"  He  replied  at  once  ;  Here  stand  and  wait," 

5  He  passed  along  ;  and  thro'  the  weary  hours 

I  stood  witli  restless  hamls,  and  aching  heart. 
I  would  not  even  pluck  the  fragrant  flowers 
Beneath  my  feet,  while  thus  I  stood  apart. 

6  Affaiii  He  passed.     And,  in  my  grief,  I  said, 

"I'd  rather  die  than  only  stand  and  wait  I " 
One  look  of  sad  rebuke,  no  word  He  said, 
But  left  me  weeping  by  the  open  gate. 

7  The  weary,  weary  hours  come  and  pass  ; 

I  uatili  the  reapers  cut  tin-  bianled  grain  ; 
I  see  their  heavy  sheaves,  and  sigh,  ahusl 
That  I  can  only  wrestle  with  my  pain. 

R  The  ni;:hl  draws  ne.ir.     T  seek  Him  once  .ig:»in ; 
••()  Master,  see!  'Tis  growing  dark  and  late  ; 
I  have  no  she.aves  !"    His  sweet  voice  soothes  my  pain, 
"Thev  serve  me  best  who  onlv  stand  an<l  wail!" 


9  So,  patiently  I  strive  to  stand  and  wait 

'i'hro'  all  the  gloriis  of  the  changing  years  ; 
Wait  till  His  hand  shall  had  me  thro'  the  gate, 
And  chaugo  my  sighs  to  songs,  tu  smih-s  my  teari^ 

HKlmXA   Hl'TKU    MrillNaKH. 

Sprlu(fleia  III.,  Jul/.  ISM. 

GOD'S  BUILDING. 

Y«  tLXK  Gtxl't  Building. -I  Cor.,  Ill :  9. 

1  Of  all  the  beautiful  lessons 

With  which  God's  book  is  filled, 
This  one  of  wonderful  sweetness 

Hath  oft  my  being  thrilled. 
Oh  !  wonderful  care  of  the  Father, 

Oh  !   womlerful  love,  so  free. 
To  know  that  the  Maker  of  all  things 

Careth  so  much  for  mc. 

2  'Tis  said  that  the  tein]»le,  so  stately. 

That  cr()wne<l  oM  Zion's  hill, 
Was  built  without  sound  of  hammer. 

The  toilers  working  so  still. 
Far  off  from  the  graiul  foundation 

Was  all  the  noi.se  and  strain, 
Of  fitting  one  stone  to  another. 

From  base  to  turret's  vane. 

3  And  when  all  were  brought  together, 

The  wrought  stones  of  every  si/e, 
The  columns  so  strong  and  graceful. 

Each  one  in  place  to  rise. 
They  formed  .so  grand  a  temjile, 

As  never  before  was  seen  ; 
So  true  in  its  grand  proportions. 

So  bright  in  its  glittering  sheen. 

4  Yet  there  is  a  grander  temple. 

And  God  is  he  who  ]ilans. 
Now  gathering  His  stones  together. 

For  that  house  not  made  with  hands. 
Each  ransomed  soul  will  be  one. 

Which  evermore,  day  after  day, 
God  is  fitting  for  this  great  temple. 

Which  shall  Lost  for  aye  and  aye. 

5  Our  pains,  temptations  and  jMrils, 
Our  sufi'erings,  sighs  and  our  tears. 

Are  God's  chi.sels  and  tools  an<l  hammers, 
Before  the  "bright  angel  appears." 

Let  none  shrink  back  from  the  jiroccss. 
Let  none  of  the  Lord's  complain, 

But  wait  with  a  sweet  submission, 
'Twill  not  Ik'  long  nor  in  vain. 

6  Away  from  the  noise  of  the  furnace, 
Aw.ay  from  the  toil  and  the  sin. 

He  will  carry  each  one  of  His  children 

The  beautiful  gates  within: 
Where  each  in  appiinttnl  station. 

He  will  fashion  there  one  by  one. 
And  Christ  will  complete  the  temple. 

Himself  the  Corner-Stone. 

■  AMAH   r.  KHIBID* 

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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


OOI)  S    DISCIPLINE   TO   HIS   CIIII.nKEX. 

OH!  WHEN  SHALL  I  BE  FREE? 


A  r.To  S0T.0, 


Word*  aud  Music  by  MRS    CLARA  H.  SCOTT. 


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FOREIGN  MISSIONS.     COMFORT  IN  BEREA  VEMENT. 


387 


AND  THE  LIGHT  SHINETH  IN  DARKNESS. 

1  riio  way  soeins  dark  ;  O  Saviour  I   n-adi  Tliy  Iiaiid 

And  liolp  a  vvaiitriLT  lhroii:ili  tliis  vaK;  of  tears; 
I  cannot  scu  tliu  patli  ;  alono  1  cuul<l  not  stand  ; 

Lead  nic  and  witli   Thy  lovo  calm  all  my  fears. 
I  am  a  treml)lini;  lanil),  upon  Tliy  bosom  hear, 

And  lead  nw  hy  tiic  waters  calm  and  still ; 
A  weak  and  bruised  reed,  in  pity  hear, 

And  lut  Thy  love  this  aching  bosom  fill. 

2  Oft  by  the  way  I've  pluck'd  fresh  flowers 

XnA  drank  their  sweets  until  my  heart  grew  bright ; 
Hut  wliil(!  I  revelled  in  my  gayest  hours, 

IJehoId,  a  shadow  came,  and  all  was  night. 
I've  graspe<l  at  h(jpe  —  the  phantom  seemed  so  true. 

Its  glory  dazzled  my  too-happy  frame, 
And  life's  horizon  beam'd  with  heaven's  own  ijlue; 

But,  in  the  midst  of  joy,  lo !  sorrow  came. 

3  I've  rested  ou  a  love  so  holy,  pure  and  true, 

That  heaven's  own  brightness  shone  upon  my  heart 
But  yet  I  knew  the  time  too  soon  must  come, 

AVhen  from  that  lov'd  one  I'd  bo  called  to  part. 
Oh  !  draw  nu-,  Saviour,  with  Thy  love  so  near, 

That  earth-born  shailows  may  not  pierce  my  sky  ; 
Oil !  let  Tliy  love  be  swei'ter  —  far  more  dear, 

And  let  me  to  Thy  bosom  ever  fly. 

4  The  way  seems  dark  ;  O  Saviour  !  with  me  stay, 

To  guide  me  thro'  this  dim  and  shadowed  vale, 
Tem;)tations  lurk  around,  and  fears  beset  my  wuy» 

AVhile  o\'v  this  life  blows  a  tempestuous  gale. 
]$e  Thou  with  me  —  the  waters  look  so  deep. 

And  all  my  heart  holtis  dear  so  soon  may  pass  away ; 
Oil  I  guide  me  o'er  the  mountains  rough  and  steep. 

And  through  the  desert  ever  with  me  stay. 

5  Thy  arm  U|)hoIds  me!   now,  I  see  the  light 

C^uick  breaking  through  the  dusty  clouds  of  even, 
I'lright  shining  stars  <lo  j)ieree  my  deepest  night, 

And  light  me  on  the  path  before  unseen. 
The  way  seems  bright  I  dear  Saviour,  with  me  sUiy, 

Ami  fold  me  closer  to  Thy  loving  heart  ; 
I  feel  Thy  arms  about  mo  —  darkness  turns  Uxlay — 

Oh  !  from  Thee  never,  never  let  me  jiart. 
(J  When  death's  stern,  icy  grasp  shall  take  from  me 

Tilt!  dear  ones  I  so  fondly  eheri>h  here, 
-May  one  and  all  be  gather'd  home  with  Thee, 

Whore  heavenly  joys  shall  make  us  all  more  dear. 
For  well  I  know  in  that  celestial  home, 

Where  all  is  glorious  —  all  is  bright  and  fair. 
If  in  those  hallow'd  precincts  we  shall  roam, 

Our  loved  ones  true  will  gladly  greet  us  there. 
7   When  parted  from  us  hero  they'll  hapjiy  wait. 

And  walk  the  golden  streets  of  our  eternal  home. 
Ope  wide  for  us  the  shining,  pearly  gate, 

And  sing  sweet  strains  to  diei-r  us  ns  wo  come. 
The  way  seems  bright  !    I  fetd  Thy  loving  hand  — 

I'll  gladly  follow  where  Thou  leade-*!  me. 
When  in  tin   waves  of  . Jordan  I  am  called  to  stand, 

I'll  clasp  it  then,  and  trust  my  all  to  Tiiei-. 


%MM\    PITT. 

BiUtiiuorr.  18M. 


IN   THE   SHADOW. 

All  iiirolid  mlaKlonary  luvklnt;  a  ilrlp  uf  «lut<to  by  bU  boiue  In  wblcb  to  ir»lk. 
uiil  ill  nply  tu a  lyiuistblzliiK  word,  "Yi-*,  wo  bare  to  walk  lu  tho  duwlu  ia 
lliiMO  diiyi.  but  it  U  tbo  ibaduw  of  tbo  Rook." 

1  ■•  Ves,  I  walk  in  the  shadow  ;   (ho  said) 

For  the  glare  of  this  tropical  shim;. 
Too  burningly,  blightingly,  beats  on  a  head 

That  is  throbliiiigas  wildly  as  mine. 

And,  sometimes,  I  cannot  but  sigh. 

As  I  dream  of  the  strengthening  lireezo 
That  would  me<licine  all  of  tliis  aching,  were  I 

At  the  hoiiu'  that  is  over  the  seas. 

2  "  Yet  I  walk  in  the  shadow,  (he  said) 

Of  ft  fear  that  is  clouding  me  more. — 
A  dim  apprehension, —  a  gathering  dread. 

That  deepens  as  m-ver  before. 

'  Tis  not  for  my.self  that  I  care. 

For  the  life  it  is  nature  to  crave; 
But  1  think  of  the  heart  that  would  break  if  it  liear 

The  shadow  that  falls  from  a  grave. 

3  "Though  I  walk  in  the  shadow,  (he  said) 

There  are  times  when  it's  sweeter  than  all 
Mere  brightness  that  ever  cimhl  halo  my  head, 

Or  gladness  that  round  me  could  fall. 

It  c^innot  deceive  me  nor  mock 

With  freshness  it  fails  to  supply  ; 
'  Tis  better  than  sunshin(>, —  this  shade  of  the  Rock 

That  is  stronger  and  higher  than  1 1 

4  "So  I  walk  in  the  shadow,  (he  said) 

With  a  soul  that  is  jiatieiit  and  still  ; 
My  Father  knowns  wherefore  this  gloom  is  o'ersproad, 

Anil  if  be>t  to  withdraw  it,  lie  will. 

Then  quietly,  meekly,  I'll  wait, 

No  matter  how  weary  it  is  ; 
And  if  it  should  lengthen  as  hours  grow  late, 

I  will  know  that  the  shadow  in  J/i'k  /  " 

MAHUilRKT  J.    rKCaTUK. 

Ix«inct<iii,  V». 
lu  '  'Wonun'a  Work  for  Woiuan." 

NOT  DEAD,  BUT  GONE  BEFORE 

1  Our  tears  are  falling,  falling  fxst  for  our  l>eloved 

one. 

Our  more  than  mother! 
And  'twi.\t  our  sobs  wo  cry,  "  Earth  holdelh  not 
for  us 

Like  her  another  !  " 

2  .She  gavt-  us  wondrous  words  of  counsel,  wonls  of 

cheer 

Anil  tender  jdeailing. 
For,  guiding  u*.  slie  followed  closely  still 
Her  Saviour's  leading. 
.T   I'iMiii  her  bier  ihey  laid  :i  sheaf  of  yellow  wheat  — 
A  fitting  token 
Of  her  whose  lengthened  life  wa*  ri|)e  witli  loving 
deeds 

And  kind  wonls  s|M>keii. 


388 


WOAfAy  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


•1   Willi  hiitcd  breath  wc  strive  to  say,  "  Tliy  will  be 
done," 

Then  fall  a-wecpiiig. 
Alas  !  our  faith  is  weak.     We  scarce  cjiii  hear  Ilira 
say, 

"  She  is  but  sleeping;  " 

5  "  Not  (lead,  but  gone  before."     Oh!  cease  our  sobs 

and  tears ! 

Oh  !  cease  our  sighing  ! 
Did  ye  not  see  the  palm   branch  by  the  sheaf  of 
wheat 

On  her  bier  lying? 

6  llilp  u>.  dear  Lord,  to  sec  beyond   the   darkened 

vail, 

Witli  faith's  clear  vision. 
The  ransomed  hosts,  the  Lamb  of  God,  the  crystal 
sea, 

The  fields  elysian. 

7  So  will  our  tears  for  her  be  changed  to  songs  of 

joy; 

And  we  be  given 
To  follow  Thee,  e'en  as  she  did,  till  death,  and 
then, 

Through  death,  to  heaven  ! 

MRS.  R.  M.    WVLIE. 
Baltimore,  Md.,  1883. 


SOWING   AND    REAPING. 

1  Sow  with  a  generous  hand, 

Pause  not  for  toil  or  pain ; 
Wearv  not  through  the  heat  of  summer. 

Weary  not  through  the  cold  spring  rain ; 
But  wait  till  the  autumn  comes 

For  the  sheaves  of  golden  grain. 

2  Sow,  while  the  seeds  are  lying 

In  the  warm  earth's  bosom  deep, 
And  your  warm  tears  fall  upon  it, — 

They  will  stir  in  their  (piiet  sleep  ; 
And  the  green  blades  rise  the  quicker, 

rerchance,  for  the  tears  you  weep. 

3  Then  sow,  for  the  hours  are  fleeting. 

And  the  seed  must  fall  to-day ; 
And  care  not  what  hands  shall  reap  it, 

Or  if  you  shall  have  jiassed  away 
Before  the  waving  cornfields 

Shall  gladden  the  sunny  day. 

4  Sow :  and  look  onward,  ujnvard, 

Wlnre  tlfe  starry  light  appears  ; 
Wlicr.',  in  spite  of  tin-  coward's  doubting. 

Or  your  own  heart's  doubts  and  fears. 
You  siiall  reaj)  in  joy  the  harvest 

You  have  sown  to-day,  in  tears. 

AIIKLAIIIK   A.    imx  TEI 


LABOR  AND   TRUST: 

1  Wearily  I  sit  and  weave 

The  tangled  web  of  life  ; 
The  pattern  which  my  hands  have  wrought 
To  j)ut  a  bit  of  color  fraught 

With  daily,  hourly  strife. 

2  Longingly  I  seek  to  trace 

Tiie  inwove  threads  I  span  ; 
To  know  how  this  and  that  unite. 
For  l)ringing  forth  the  figures  brigh 

That  form  the  perfect  plan. 

3  Ra]>idly  the  shuttle  flics 

When  heart  and  hope  are  mine  ; 
When  on  the  loom  the  sunlight  pours, 
The  flecks  of  gold  like  summer  flowers 

In  wondrous  beauty  shine. 

4  Gloomily  the  fingers  move. 

Dark  and  tinted  is  the  work, 
When  'mid  the  threads  an  evil  knot, 
Envy  and  malice,  —  love  forgot. 

Doth  unexjjected  lurk. 

5  Patiently  with  bowed  head, 

I  weave  in  sorrow's  day. 
Scarce  can  I  tell  what  threads  I  hold, 
I  only  know  that  grief  untold 

Hides  all  but  soddeu  gray. 

6  Trustfully  I  sit  and  weave  ; 

I  know  'tis  mine  to  do 
That  which  He  gives  into  my  hands, 
Complete  in  Him  who  wisely  planned 

Shall  be  the  pattern  true. 


LVDIA  NEWCOMBK 


GOD'S    DISCIPLINE. 

1  I  asked  a  draught  —  a  cooling  draught 

For  fever  dried  life's  current  up. 
But  ere  my  burning  lips  had  (piaffed, 

A  hidden  hand  dashed  down  the  cup. 
I  asked  a  crumb,  a  little  crumb, 

The  Master  sternly  answered,  "  Iso ! " 
And  as  I  begged,  a  scorner  came, 

Keceiving  what  I  longed  for  so. 

2  Then  in  a  desert  place  apart 

I  laid  me  down,  so  faint  and  sore, 
But,  ah !  such  glory  filled  my  heart 

I  thirsted  not.  nor  hungered  more  ; 
And  I  had  bn-ad  enough  to  eat, 

And  Oh  !  its  sweetness  none  can  tell. 
And  living  waters  cool  and  sweet 

Flowed  to  me  from  Salvation's  well. 

JENNY    BLANK    UEAICIt AMP. 

GaiusriUe,  Texas.    1882. 


FOREIGN  MISSIONS.     COMFORT  IS  HEREA  VEMENT. 


3«9 


COME    NEAR 

Como  nour  to  mo.     I  nwd  Thy  ^'lorinus  prcsonro 

Tlirou.^li  tho  dense  darkiu'ss  of  this  troiihh;(l  hour, 
Sliitui  oirmy  soul,  and  fill  it  witii  tlie  essence 
Of  Tiiy  pervadinj,'  and  uplifting  power. 
Come  near,  come  near  to  me. 
Come  nearer  yet.     I  have  no  stron<;th  to  roach  Thee  ; 

My  soul  is  "like  a  bird  with  l)n)keu  wings. 
Lean  down  from  Thy  fair  heights  of  peace  and  teach 
me 
The  balm  Thy  touch  to  mortal  beings  brings. 
Lean  down,  O  (Jotl,  Kan  down. 
Come  near.     And  yet,  if  those  eternal  places 

Hold  greater  tasks  to  occupy  Thy  hands. 
Send  Thy  blest  angels  whose  celestial  faces 
Sinilt!  sometimes  on  us  from  the  spirit  lands. 
Send  one,  send  one  to  me. 
I  must  have  help.     I  am  so  weak  and  broken 

I  cannot  help  myself  —  I  know  not  how. 
That  moral  force  of  which  so  much  is  spoken, 
Will  not  sustain  and  fortify  mo  now  — 
1  must,  I  must  have  help. 
Some  outside  aid,  somi^  strength  from  spirit  sources 

We  all  nui-t  have,  in  hours  like  this,  or  die. 
To  one,  to  all,  »)f  those  mysterious  forces 

Whicli  men  call  (lod,  I  lift  my  voice  and  cry, 
Come  near,  come  near  to  me. 

ELLA  WniELER. 
Wiudsor,  Wl».    1883. 

WAIT.  CHILDREN,  WAIT. 

1  Wait,  children,  wait  I 

Linger  a  little  by  the  outer  gate  — 

I'will  not  keep  you  long  ; 
My  steps  are  weary,  but  my  heart  is  strong, 
Day  after  day  and  hour  by  hour  I  climb 

The  darkening  h.^ights  of  time, — 

Wait,  little  children,  wait ! 

2  My  thoughts  on  wings  arise, 

And,  soaring,  follow  to  the  ui)per  skies 
Your  vanished  faces.      In  the  grave  1  sought 

Awhile,  but  found  you  not. 
Here  while  I  watched,  nor  pierced  the  darkness 

through, 
A  heavenly  whisper  said,  The  Lord  is  risen! 
He   who  tirst  broke  the  bars  of  death's  dread 

prison. 
Has  never  shut  them  down  on  such  as  you. 

;^   A  vision  and  a  dream  — 

Can  that  which  is  not,  seem 

So  real,  so  full  of  pleasure  and  of  peace  ? 

From  earthly  life  as  far 

As  yonder  twilight  star. 
Ye  are  as  near  to  my  immortal  sight. 
As  to  my  eyes  the  all-snrrounding  light. 

Love,  stronger  than  the  grave. 

Holds  fast  on  faith  to  comfort  antl  to  save. 

MRM.  r  u  MArib 
Bangnr,  Maine,  Sopt.  7. 18M, 


WHEN    ADVERSE    WINDS. 

TiiniT  —  "  AatuMn." 
Urut,  xixlU  .  "a 

1  When  adverse  win<ls  and  waves  arise 
AikI  in  my  heart  despondence  sighs  ; 
When  life  lier  throng  of  cares  reveals. 
And  we;ikne.ss  o'er  my  spiril  steals, 
(iratefnl  I  hear  the  kind  decree, 

That  "  as  my  day,  my  strength  shall  be." 

2  One  trial  more  must  yet  be  past. 

One  pang  —  tiie  keenest  and  the  last  ; 
And  when,  with  brow  convulsed  and  pale, 
My  feeble,  (piivering  heart  strings  fail, 
Redeenicr  !  grant  my  soul  to  see 
That  "  as  her  day,  her  strength  shall  be." 

MHII.  mooURKKV. 

THERE'LL   BE   JOY    DY    AND    BY. 

1  Thongh  tho,  night  1)(>  dark  anrl  dreary, 
Though  the  way  be  long  ami  wiury. 
Morn  shall  bring  the(;  light  ami  cheer: 
Child,  look  up,  the  dawn  is  near 

CiiOius.     There'll  bo  joy  by  and  by, 
Tlure'll  be  joy  by  and  by. 
In  the  dawning  of  tho  morning, 
There'll  be  joy  by  an<l  by. 

2  Though  thine  eyes  are  sad  with  weeping, 
Through  the  night  thy  vigils  keeping, 
(Jod  shall  wipe  their  tears  away, 

Turn  tiiy  darkness  into  day. 

3  Though  thy  spirit  faints  with  fa.sting 
Through  the  hours  so  slowly  wasting, 
Morn  shall  bring  a  glorious  feast. 
Thou  shall  sit  an  honored  gnest. 

MilK.   E.   C.   ELLHWORTU 
t'liryrlght.  1876,  Biid  nt-l  Ui  inmiic  bjf  IlEV.  R.  LOWRT. 
Used  by  per.  BigU.w  It  M«lu.     Fn'in  "  Fountmin  of  !iuD(.* 

A    SIN-SICK    SOUL. 

1  I  sat  in  the  school  of  sorrow, 

The  Master  was  teaching  there. 
But  my  eves  were  dim  with  weei)ing. 
And  my  heart  oppressed  with  care. 

2  Instead  of  looking  upward 

And  .seeing  His  face  shine, 
So  full  of  tender  compassion 
For  weary  hearts  like  mine, 

3  I  only  thought  of  the  burden, 

The  cross  that  before  me  lay, 
Tho  clouds  that  were  thi«k  above  me, 
Darkening  the  light  of  day. 

4  So  I  coidd  not  learn  my  lesson. 

And  >ay,  "Thy  will  Ik-  done;" 
And  tin-  Master  came  not  near  mo, 
As  the  leaden  hours  went  on. 


890 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


5  At  last,  in  dospair,  I  lifted 
My  strcainiiijf  eyes  above, 
Ami  I  saw  the  iMastiT  watching 
Willi  a  look  of  piiyinj^  love. 
0  To  the  cross  before  nic  iu'  pointed, 
And  I  tlioii^Iit  I  heard  him  sav, 
"Tlion,  child,  thoii  innst  take  thy  burden, 
And  learn  thy  task  to-day." 

7  Not  now  may  I  tell  the  reason, 

'Tis  enouirh  for  thee  to  know, 

That  I,  the  Master,  am  teaching, 

And  ajjpoint  thee  all  thy  woe. 

8  Then  kiieelinir,  the  cross  I  lifted. 

For  oni!  iriimpse  of  that  face  divine 
Had  <,'iven  me  strength  to  boar  it, 
And  say  Thy  will,  not  mine. 

9  And  so  I  learned  my  lesson, 

Aiifl  through  the  weary  year, 
His  helping  hand  sustained  me, 

And  wijjed  away  my  tears. 
10  And  (!ver  the  glorious  sunlight 

From  my  heavenly  home  streamed  down, 
Where  the  sorrows  all  are  ended. 

And  the  cross  exchanged  for  a  crown. 

SYLVH  A,  WUITLOCK.     1882. 


gtrs.  Charles. 

"Elizabeth  Rundle  in  the  daughter  of  John  Rundle,  Esq.,  lat*  M. 
P,  for  Tavistock,  Dcvonahire.  where  sliu  was  born.  She  was  manied  to 
Mr.  Andrew  Patoii  Charles.  She  isthe  author  of  the  "Chrouiclu.sof  the 
ScbonbergCotU  Fi-nily."  "Tae  Draytr>in  a  1 1  Davenants,"  and  other 
tales.  She  has  also  published  a  book  cutitled,  "The  Voice  of  Christiaa 
Life  in  Soug." 

AT    THE    FOOT    OF    THE    CROSS: 

1  Never  farther.than  Thy  cross. 

Never  higher  than  Thy  feet ; 
Here  earth's  precious  things  seem  dross. 
Here  earth's  bitter  things  grow  sweet. 

2  Gazing  thus,  our  sin  we  see. 

Learn  Thy  love  while  gazin<i  thus  : 
Sin  which  laid  the  cro.ss  on  Thee, 
Love  which  bore  the  cross  for  us. 

3  Here  we  learn  to  serve  and  give, 

And,  rejoicing,  .self  deny; 
Here  we  gather  love  to  live. 

Here  we  gather  faith  to  die. 
,4  Symbols  of  our  liberty 

And  our  .service  here  unite; 
Captives,  by  Thy  cross  set  free, 

Soldiers  of  Thy  cross,  we  fight. 
5   I'ressing  onwards  as  we  can. 

Still  to  this  our  hearts  must  tend; 
Where  our  «'arliest  hopes  began, 

Then  our  last  a.spirings  end. 


C  Till,  amid  the  hosts  of  light. 

We,  in  Thee  redeemed  complete, 
Through  Thy  cross  made  pure  and  white, 
Cast  our  crowns  before  Thy  feet. 


MK8.   CHARLE.S. 


ONWARD. 

"Let  patience  hare  her  perfect  work."    James  i :  t 

1  Oh  I  lose  not  courage,  weary  heart ! 

Forth  to  the  work  anew ! 
Through  tears  and  toil  the  Master  trod; 

So  must  flis  .servants  ti-ue. 
'Tis  those  who  sow  the  seed,  and  weep, 

^\^lom  He  has  said  shall  doubtless  reap. 

2  Oh!  lose  not  patience,  weary  heart! 

Tangled  life's  web  may  seem  ; 
But  thread  by  thread  the'  Master's  hand 

Unravels  what  we  deem 
Inextricable  :  then  we  see 

How  skilled  a  guide  that  Hand  must  be. 

3  And  so  in  fait')  we  day  by  day 

Take  both  the  toil  and  j)ain. 
Knowing  the  work  and  warfare  each 

Shall  end  in  heavenly  gain. 
And  those  who  have  through  patience  won, 

Shall  hear  the  Master's  word,  "Well  done !" 

UtOSUIAKA  M.  TAYLOK.     1875. 


WHEN    I    SHALL    BE   SATISFIED. 

1  Though  now  I  see  no  purpose  in  my  life, 
Nor  understand  the  mystery  of  its  plan. 
Nor  know  how  far  beyond  the  present  hour 

Extends  its  span. 
If  when  the  span  is  measured,  it  appears 
That  God  through  my  poor  life  was  glorified, 
Though  now  I  see  nothing  but  mystery; 

I  shall  be  satisfied. 

2  Though  now  I  bear  pain's  heavy,  galling  cross. 
And  sorrow  wounds  my  heart  to  bitter  tears, 
And  all  the  gold  of  joy  is  mixed  with  dross. 

If  it  a|)pears 
AVIien  all  is  ended,  that  my  heavy  cross 
Was  but  my  crown,  bent  thus,  its  worth  to  hide. 
And  every  trial  was  a  well-set  gem. 

I  shall  be  satisfied. 

3  Though  toil  has  brought  me  small  material  gain, 
And  every  year  is  marked  with  heavy  loss. 
And  though  my  graves  of  disappointed  hoi)es 

Are  green  with  moss, 
If,  when  the  Master  comes  to  view  my  work, 
And  lay  it  in  His  balance  to  be  tried, 
I  lind  that  others  were  enriched  thereby, 

I  hhall  be  satisfied. 


FOREir.N  AflSSIONS.     COMFOTtT  IS'  liEHEA  rEAfEffT. 


301 


4  Thoiiiih  now  my  honrt  gives  moni  tliaii  it  receives, 
And  imicli  tli.it  otlicrs  value  is  (Iciiicd 
To  me,  Iroiii  day  to  day,  if  Deatli  reveals 

Wliat  life  ("loth  hide, 
And  proves  beyond  all  douhtinj,'  tliat  each  wish, 
Each  want  of  mind  and  heart  here  unsiipplied. 
Purchased  some  pleasure  for  another  life, 

I  shall  be  satistied. 

ANIIIK  Kl'l.l.r.Il.      I8SX 

•    NOT    HERE,  AND    YET   NOT    LOST. 

1  Not  here,  and  yet  not  lost, 

A  narrow  space  they've  crossed, 
.Inst  where  they  are  ami  how, 
We  may  not  a^^*wer  now; 
Hut  well  we  know  (Jod's  caro 
And  love  rule  everywhere. 

2  For  us,  the  way  thoy  went, 
How  their  new  life  is  spent. 
Matters  not  much.     That  way 
We  shall  be  called  some  day; 
And  if   'tis  soon  or  late, 

We  can  alTord  to  wait. 

3  'Tis  ours,  with  heart  serene, 
In  days  that  intervene. 

To  do  the  task  that's  set, 
Nor  the  least  part  forget. 
Through  good  and  ill  report ; 
For  Oh  !   the  time  is  short ! 

MRS.   M.   T.  BUTTS. 
WiiiUirly,  R.  I.    188*. 

HERE    AND   THERE. 

1  We  sit  beside  tlie  lower  feast  to-*lay, — 

She  at  tlie  higher,  • 
Our  voices  falter  as  we  bend  to  pray  ; 

In  the  great  choir 
Of  happy  sanits  she  sings,  and  does  not  tire. 

2  We  break  the  bread  of  patience,  and  the  wine 

Oi  tears  we  share. 
She  tastes  the  vintage  of  that  glorious  vine, 

Whose  branches  fair. 
Set  for  healing  of  all  nations  are. 

3  I  wonder  is  she  sorry  for  our  pain. 

Or  if.  grown  wise. 
She  wondering,  smiles,  and  counts  them  idle,  vain. 

These  heavy  sighs. 
These  longings  for  her  face  and  happy  eyes. 

4  Smile  on  then,  darling,  as  (ItMl's  will  is  be«t. 

We  loose  our  hold. 
Content  to  leave  thee  to  the  (leei>er  rest, 

Tile  safer  fold, 
To  joy's  immortal  youth  while  we  grow  old  ; 

5  Content  the  cold  and  wintry  day  to  bear. 

The  icy  wave. 
And  know  thee  in  immortal  summer  there, 

Reyond  the  grave. 
Content  to  give  thee  to  the  love  that  gave. 

HI'.hAN  (IMlLltMlC  188X 


HOW  DOTH  DEATH  SPEAK  OF  OUR 
BELOVED? 

"  The  rain  that  falls  npon  the  heislit 
Too  gently  to  be  called  <leli;{ht, 
In  fheilaik  valii-v  reappears 
As  a  wild  catarait  of  tears; 
And  love  in  life  sliall  si  rive  to  see  ^ 

bumetiiues  what  love  in  deatli  would  be. 

Ancjki.  in  rui:  IIoimk. 


1  How  doth  Death  speaK  of  our  beloved, 

When  it  hath  laid  them  low; 
When  it  lias  set  its  hallowing  toii<:h 
On  speechless  lip  uiid  brow  ? 

2  It  clothes  their  every  gift  and  grace 
With  radiance  from  the  holiest  place. 
With  light  as  from  an  angel's  face  ; 

3  Uecalling  with  resistless  force 
And  tracing  to  their  hidden  souree, 
Deeds  scarcely  noticed  in  their  course. 

4  This  little  loving,  fond  device. 
That  daily  aet  of  sacrifice. 

Of  which  too  late  we  li;arn  the  price  I 

5  Opening  our  weeping  eyes  to  trace 
Simple  unnoticed  kindnesses. 
Forgotten  notes  of  tenderness, 

6  Which  evermore  to  us  must  bo 
Sacred  as  hymns  in  infancy 
Learned,  listening  at  a  mother's  knee. 

7  Thus  doth  Death  speak  of  our  beloveil. 

When  it  has  laid  them  low  ; 
Then  let  Love  antedate  the  work  of  Death, 
Anil  do  this  now. 

8  How  doth  Death  speak  of  our  Indove*!, 

When  it  has  laid  them  low  ; 
When  it  has  set  its  hallowing  touch 
On  speechless  lip  and  brow. 

9  It  sweeps  their  faults  with  heavy  hanri, 
As  sweeps  the  sea  the  trainided  sand. 
Till  scarce  the  faintest  print  is  scanned. 

10  It  shows  how  such  a  vexing  deed 
Was  but  generous  nature's  weed, 
Or  some  choice  virtue  run  to  sectl ; 

1 1  How  that  small  fretting  fretfulness 
Was  but  love's  over-anxiousness. 
Which  had  not  been,  had  love  been  less. 

12  This  failing,  at  which  we  repine.l. 
Hut  the  dim  shade  of  day  declined. 
Which  shouM  have  ma<le  us  doubly  kiinL 

i;i  Thus  doth  Death  speak  of  our  belovwl, 
When  it  has  laid  them  low; 
Thin  let  Love  antedate  the  work  of  iVath, 
And  do  ibis  now  ! 
11   How  doth  Death  speak  of  our  b«dove<l. 
When  it  li.as  laid  tin  m  low  ; 
When  it  h.-w  set  its  hallowing  touch 
On  speechless  lip  and  brow  .' 


.•51)2 


FOREIGN  MISSIONS.     COMFORT  IN  BRREA  VEMENT. 


1")   It  takes  oacli  failiiif;  on  our  part, 
AikI  liraixls  it  in  iipoti  the  Iicart, 
A\  illi  caiistif  power  and  eriiel  art. 

16  Tiie  small  iie;:liet  tliat  may  liave  pained, 
A  ^iaiit  slatuii;  will  have  <iained 
When  it  can  never  be  explained  ! 

17  The  little  service  which  had  proved 
How  tenderly  we  watched  and  loved, 
And  tliose  nuile  lips  to  glad  smiles  moved. 

18  The  little  gift  from  out  our  store. 

Which  might  have  cheered  some  cheerless  hour 
When  they  with  earth's  poor  needs  were  poor, 
But  never  will  be  needed  more ! 

19  It  shows  our  faults  like  fires  at  night; 
•    It  sweeps  their  failings  out  of  sight; 

It  clothes  their  good  in  heavenly  light. 

20  O  Christ  our  life  !  foredate  the  work  of  Death, 

And  do  this  now  ! 
Thou  who  ait  love,  thus  hallow  our  beloved  ! 
Not  Death,  but  Thou. 

KBS.  CH&aLES. 


WATCHING   FOR   THE    MORNING. 


1  The  voice  of  my  best  beloved  was  still, 

The  lips  of  my  dearest  cold  ; 
On  my  path  the  frost  of  death  la}'  chill. 

My  world  was  withered  and  old, — 
The  world  so  fair  only  yesterday, 

Grown  empty,  shrivelled  and  old. 

2  Afar  in  the  east  —  the  pale,  grey  east  — 

Lay  the  first  faint  hope  of  dawn, 
I  watched,  as  they  watch  whose  hearts  bleed  slow. 

For  the  coming  of  the  morn, — 
Through  the  night  of  earthly  loss  and  pain, 

For  the  Resurrection  Morn. 

3  "Oh  !  hasten  the  day,  dear  Christ !"  I  cried, 

"For  my  heart  lies  in  its  grave. 
Courage  and  beauty  and  strength  are  low 

With  the  love  I'd  die  to  save  !" 
Softly  a  voice  like  an  echo  came : 

"  I  have  loved  and  died  to  save." 

4  The  world  is  aweary  of  grief  and  sin, 

Kuch  silvei  chord  breaks  away, 
AikI  the  mourners'  feet  (ill  every  street ; 

()  Lonl,  hasten  Thou  the  day! 
Low  the  Master's  tender  voice  replied  : 

"  My  child,  hasten  thou  the  day. 

5  My  dead  lie  bm'ied  in  many  lands; 

Precious  souls  my  blood  hath  won 
In  sorrow,  in  wrong  ami  in  error  sleep. 

From  their  graves  roll  thou  the  stone, 
Fla.-h  on  their  niglit  the  Faster  light, 

Mv  child,  roll  awav  the  stone!" 


6  I  watch  for  the  morn,  "  My  soul  doth  wait," 
But  I  work  with  smile  and  tear  ; 

By  every  peak  that  catches  the  glow 
I  know  that  the  day  draws  near. 

With  each  new  heart  that  greets  the  light, 
I  know  the  glad  day  draws  near. 

KATE  W.    HAMILTON.      1883. 

THE   ANGEL    BOATMAN. 

1  One  by  one  we  cross  the  river. 

One  by  one  we're  passing  o'er ; 
One  by  one  the  crowns  are  given. 

On  the  bright  and  happy  shore. 
Youth  and  childhood  oft  are  passing 

O'er  the  dark  and  rolling  tide, 
And  the  blessed,  hoi v  Spirit 

Is  the  dying  Christian's  guide. 
And  the  loving,  gentle  Spirit 

Bears  them  o'er  the  rolling  tide. 

2  One  by  one  we  come  to  Jesus, 

As  we  heed  His  gentle  voice; 
One  by  one  His  vineyard  enter, 

There  to  labor  and  rejoice. 
One  by  one  sweet  flowers  we  gather, 

In  the  glorious  work  of  love, — 
Garlands  for  the  blessed  Saviour, 

Gather  for  the  realms  above. 
And  the  loving,  gentle  Spirit 

Bears  them  to  our  home  of  love. 

3  One  by  one  the  heavy-laden 

Sink  beneath  the  noontide  .sun ; 
And  the  aged  pilgrim  welcomes 

F veiling  shadows  as  they  come. 
One  by  one  with  sins  forgiven, 

]May  we  stand  upon  the  shore, 
Waiting  till  the  blessed  Spirit 

Takes  our  hand  and  guides  us  o'er. 
And  the  loving,  gentle  Spirit 

Lends  us  to  the  shiuing  shore. 

MRS.    LVDIA    BAXTER. 

Set  to  music  by  T.  E.  pereins.     From  "  Sabbatb  Carols." 

FAITH, 

C.  M. 

1  There  is  a  faith  that  e'er  ascends 
To  Him  who  dwells  on  high. 
Who  is  the  tender  Friend  of  friends, 
And  hears  our  feeblest  cry. 
2.  There  is  a  faith  that  crowns  all  time, 
That  lives  when  all  else  dies; 
It  soars  above  the  hills  sublime 
That  skirt  heaven's  jjaradise. 

3  It  catches  glimpses  from  afar 

Of  walls  that  jasper  be. 
Of  golden  gates  that  stood  ajar 
For  all  my  Lord  and  me. 

4  To  this  dear  faith  Oh !   let  me  cling 

When  earth's  dark  sorrows  rise, 
Nor  ever  doubt  its  power  to  bring 
My  solace  from  the  skies. 

MRS.    M.   O.    PAOB. 

Austin.  III.    May,  1884. 


^M.  K  SERVOSa. 


FOREia.V  MISSIOyS.  CO V FORT  I.V  BEREAVEVBNT. 

WHAT   CHKER? 

"And  tuniHtb  the  aluulow  iif  ilcaili  lriu>  iiiunilng."— Amos  v :  S. 


393 


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EMMA  PITT. 


•^     Fnim  thi-   "Berean  Quarterly.*    Pab.  by  Rer.  J  H.  Vlnoent.  D.  D. 

FATHER.  HEAR  OUR  PRAYER. 


EMMA  PITT. 


whosp  tPH  -  der 
2.  Thomlitlst  our  fnime  as 
o.  Hiiul  up  tho  bri'ak  -  iiiR 
4.  Help.Sav  -  ioiir!    or        we 


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lo     Tliee, 

der    h)ve; 

up  -  hohl; 


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And  tliro'  our    j'Uir  -  tiey 
To     IIS  Tliy    gen  -  lie- 
On  Thy  great    mer  -  cy 


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Fa  -  ther,  hear    oar    prayer! 


CoWrtfbtcd,  im,  In  '-  Oopd  Licbk'' 


P^Sgjl 


391 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


THE  CHRISTIAN'S   DEAR   HOME. 

1  Speed  away  !  speed  away  I  happy  soul  of  the  blest, 
From  tliy  prison-house  )jy,  like  a  bird  to  her  nest ; 
Auijcl  spirits  art;  l)endiiijf  in  love  from  the  sky, 

To  wi'lcome  tliee  liome  to  the  mansions  on  lii^h  ! 
To  tlie  land  where  no  nij^ht  is,  no  tears,  no  decay  1 
Speed  away,  spetid  away,  happy  soul  of  the  blest, 
Speed  away,  speed  away,  to  the  land  of  thy  rest. 

2  Speed  away  !  speed  away  !   Oil !  why  linger  below, 
When  thy  measure  of  glory  no  moital  can  know? 
And  the  visions  of  beauty  that  beam  on  thy  sight. 
All  coine  from  the  Christian's  dear  home  of  delight. 
Thy  darkness  is  turned  into  infinite  day  ! 

Speed  away,  speed  away,  hapjjy  soul  of  the  blest. 
Speed  away,  speed  away,  to  the  land  of  thy  rest. 

3  Speed  away  !  speed  away !   happy  soul  of  the  blest. 
To  the  laud  where  the  weary-worn  pilgrim  may  rest, 
To  the  city  ccdestial,  that  beautiful  shore, 

Whi're  the  presence  of  death  we  shall  fear  nevermore. 
Up  !  heavenward !  let  nothing  thy  journey  delay  ! 
Speed  away,  speecl  away,  hapi)V  soul  of  the  blest, 
Speed  away,  speed  away,  to  the  land  of  thy  rest. 

MRil.    M.    A.    KIDDER. 

Coryrib'ht,  1862,  in  "Golden  Shower." 
TTscd  by  per.  Biglow  &  Main. 

furn  I.  'M;irb. 

liaiej  J.  Ward  (Mrs.  H.  P.  Beach)  was  formerly  a  resident  of  Lake 
Forest,  lU  ,  but  now  is  a  missionary  stationed  atTungchow, China, irith  her 
biuliand,  Kev.  H.  P.  Beach.  She  sailed  for  her  new  6eld  of  labor  Sept.  27, 
1883.  She  has  written  many  choice  articles  for  the  "Interior,"  and  other 
religious  weulilies,  among  them,  "Coronal"  and  "A  Song  Fragmenf 
which  appear  iu  this  volume. 

FOR  GOD  TOOK   HER.    • 

In  memory  of  Mary  Campbell,  two  years  a  misalonai;  to  the  Laos ;  drowned, 
bathing  in  the  Meiuam,  Feb.  8,  1881. 

1  Dear  girlish  head  !   laid  down  to  sleep 

With  life's  sweet  service  scarce  begun. 
Dear  eager  heart !   to  (juiet  hushed 

With  all  its  purposes  left  undone. 
Dear  willing  hands  and  tireless  feet. 

And  loving  soul  that  gave  its  best! 
AH,  in  youth's  hopefulness  and  glow, 

The  Lord  has  taken  home  to  rest. 

2  Taken,  while  blinding  tears  our  eyes 

So  fill,  we  scarce  can  see  His  hand ; 
Taken  in  such  a  way  that  faith 

Waits  in  the  dark  to  understand. 
In  such  a  way  that  but  the  thought 

Of  Jesus'  death  can  comfort  bring; 
And  taken  when  the  world  so  needs 

SiK^h  gifts  of  lives  in  offering. 

3  What  can  w(!  say!   O  (Christ,  we  know 

Thou  knowest  why,  and  how,  and  when  ! 
We  know  Thy  love  is  strong  to  bring 

Thy  <:herished  purposes  to  men. 
Perhaps  this  fair  young  life,  cut  down 

In  lields  wIku'c  she  liad  thought  to  glean, 
May  bring,  for  harvest  time,  the  fruit 

Which  years  of  work  could  not  have  seen. 


4  For  Oh  !  we  know  that  even  this 

Was  not  a  .sacrifice  too  great, 
When  for  the  message  of    Thy  love 

The  darkened,  bui-dened  world  doth  wait. 
And  so  we  pray  that  her  sweet  life 

And  early  death  may  touch  with  fire 
New  souls,  who  shall  forever  make 

The  work  she  loved,  their  hearts'  desire. 

LUUV  L.   WA&O. 

OUR    FRIEND. 

1  "  To  know  her  was  to  love  her,"  she  was  fair 
As  the  fair  flowers  she  loved  .so  well  to  tend, 
And  from  her  life  there  floated  a  perfume 
Sweet  as  the  odor  of  the  choicest  rose. 

Or  lilies  of  the  valley  that  e'er  shed 

Their  choice  perfume  upon  the  ambient  air. 

2  To  know  her  was  to  know  that  she  was  true, 
As  ever  is  the  needle  to  the  pole, 

Or  north  star  to  the  night,  or  .song  of  bird 
To  the  returning  Spring,  or  brooding  dove 
Is  to  its  mate,  yea,  iu  a  high  degree 
True  as  "  Our  Father  "  bids  us  to  be  true. 

3  To  know  her  was  to  wish  to  emulate  ; 
Her  life  was  beautiful  by  deeds  of  love ; 

Kind  words  where  er  her  pathway  chanced  to  lay, 
AVere  echoed  forth  like  sweet,  harmonious  notes, 
And  waked  glad  melodies  in  many  hearts 
That  had  grown  sick  with  discord,  pain  and  strife. 

4  To  know  her  was  to  grieve  that  one  so  good 
Should  leave  the  world  so  soon,  for  it  has  need 
Of  such  pure  souls  to  make  it  something  like 
The  Eden  that  it  was  ere  sin  indulged 

Had  wrought  the  transformation  we  behold 
Around  us,  and  would  alter  if  we  could. 

AKOIE  FULLER.     1883, 

AT    EVENTIDE    IT    SHALL    BE    LIGHT. 

1  Forth  to  Thy  work  from  morn  till  night. 

Through  fog  and  din  Thy  path  would  be ; 
Whilst  I  at  home  upon  the  height 

Would  work  and  rest  and  wait  for  Thee. 

2  But  now  along  the  way  of  life, 

Through  dust  and  din  my  path  must  be. 
Whilst  Thou,  above  all  mists  and  strife, 
Waitest  at  Home,  on  high,  for  me. 

3  I  will  not  call  them  "  weary  ways  ;  " 

No  murmur  ever  left  Thy  lips  I 
I  will  not  sigh  o'er  "dreary  days," 

Though  darkened  by  Thy  light's  eclipse. 

4  A  Presence  wraps  me  everywhere. 

The  Presence  in  whii-h  Thou  art  blest*. 
The  Face,  the  Sun  of  Worlds,  is  there, 
Yet  bright  to  us  the  glistening  west. 

5  The  work  is  good,  the  way  is  right ; 

But  yet,  I  think,  an  hour  shall  be 
At  evening  on  the  home-like  height 
Which  will  be  morn  to  Thee  aud  me. 

MRS.  CBA&Uft. 


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1 


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12^ 


^^^^^#=pwl^;i:^P 


1.  Lol      wliat       a   cloud      of  wit  -  ness  -  ess     are    ev  -  er  ronnd  our    way!  Sweol  »pir-lts     of      do - 

2.  <)  bless  -  eil  chiircli     tri  -    iiiiiph    -    ant,     your  sor-rows     now  arc     o'lt;  Yt-t  wiili  loiifjiiiK  cyon    yo 

3.  Sweot   niin   -    is  -  li'r   -   ing  spir      -        lul      be      ev    -  er  round     our     way!  Draw   ux  wilhconU    I n - 

4.  Tlien  faiut      not,  Christian,  in       the  race!      it   will    not      Us  for    long;     Thu  hosts  of  heaven  are 


i^S3^S=i 


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pait  -  ed  ones,  bright    in        e  -   tor  -  nal 
walch  us,     from  that  brii;lit  lu-av'nly 

vis  -    i  -    hie;   Pray     for      us   wlien     we 
watching  thee;   Then    in     the    JiOrd    be 


day ;  We  hear 
•hore ;  Ye  watch 
pray ;  Once  ye 
strong;  Throw    off 


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&LM     S--«l 


them  not,      we 
a  -  round    us 
have  trtMl      the 
the  weight  that 


see  them  not  but    they 

niizht  and  day  and 

wca  -  ry  way,  and 

hlu     -  ders,  Iturstlho 


hoar  our 
nolo  our 
borne  the 
fet  -  ters 


ev  -  ery 

ev  -  ery 

bur  -  den 

of      thy 


tone. 

choice; 

sore, 

sin, 


No  dark 
And  wlu-n 
But  now 
And     look 


■  ness  hides  tis  from  their  eyes,  we  can  -  not 
we  f^iil  ye  grieve  for  us.  Ami  when  we 
all  tears  are  wip«^d  a  -  way.  Yt-ll  m-v  -  er 
ing      un  -   to      Je  -  bus,   thou   the    vie    -  to 


'-fJfflfi 


be  a  -  lone, 
win,  ri'  -  joire. 
suf    -  fcr  more. 

ry    shall     win. 


pp^^g 


THE  WAY  OF  THE  CROSS. 


WordiaodMiuicbj  ANNA  HOLYOKK  HOWARD.    1884. 


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1.  .le -su»!  Je  -  sus!  Je  -  sus!  Calm  my  troubled  heart !  Thou  for  us  hast    suf  -  fercd.Hornelhe  cru-cl      smart, 

2.  See  the  ten -der  fore-head  Woimded  by    the    tlmrn  :  Thou  hast  lK)rne  the scourKlng,   Huf-fei-lng,    and    scorn; 

3.  Let  us  bear    in      si  -  lence  Sorrow,  loss    or       pain;    If     we    suf  -  fer   with    'I'liec,  We  may  al  -    so    reign; 


^    Si' ^  t  i"   •+4^  ^s* -t — "—  F^     -^  f 


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On  Thy  precious  cross.  Lord.  I<et  me  cast  mine  eye;  Thou  for  us  ha«t  suf 
Oh!  what  love  was  Thine,  Lord.Oh  I  what  |>alience  sweet.  Let  me  Ixiw  in  si 
Grant  uie,Ijord,Thy  jKitience,  (;enlli'ue.ss   and  i>eace,  Till   released  for-ev  -   er, 


fered.E  -  ven  deis;ned  Iodic, 
lence  At   my  Saviour's  feet. 

All  my  sorrows   cease.    A-men. 


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HOME    MISSIONS. 

Corncernin<T  Home  and  F()rei<rn  Missions,' it  lias  been  truly  said,  "  Tlift  work  is  ono."  "  Thoro  is  no  far 
or  near,  with  God."  Missionary  work  is  simjjly  spreading,'  the  jjospel.  Some  ft«d  cailecl  u|>on  toilo  th<-  work 
nearest  at  hand  ;  while  otliers  must  needs  cross  the  oeean  to  toil  in  other  eountries.  The  Devotional  and 
Temperance  departments  of  this  volume  mii^ht  be  properly  classed  under  the  head  of  Home  Missions.  A 
few  hymns  which  are  especially  approi)riate  for  our  home  Misbiouary  Societies,  with  recitations  and  readiugs 
for  Paklok  Enteutainmkn ts,  are  here  presented. 


CALL   THEM    IN. 

as.  7i.  D. 

Luke  xiv  :  21. 

"  Call  them  in  !  "  —  the  i>oor,  the  wretched, 

Sin-stiiined  wanderers  from  the  fold  : 
Peace  and  pardon  freely  offer  : 

Can  you  weij^li  their  worth  with  gold  ? 
"  Call  them  in !  "  —  the  weak,  the  weary, 

Laden  with  the  doom  of  sin  ; 
Bid  them  come  and  rest  in  Jesus  ; 

He  is  waitiuj^,  "  call  them  in  I  " 
"  Call  them  in  !  "  —  the  Jew,  the  Gentile, 

Bid  the  strangers  to  the  feast  ; 
"Call  them  in  !  " —  the  rich,  the  noble, 


Forth  the  Father  runs  to  meet  them, 
He  hath  all  tlieir  sorrows  seen; 

RoIh?  and  rinjj,  and  royal  sandal.s 

AVait  the  lost  ones  ;  "  call  them  in  !  " 

"  Call  them  in  !  "  —  the  broken-hearted. 
Cowering  'neath  the  bran<l  <if  shame  ; 

Speak  love's  message,  low  and  tender, — 
''  'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  came." 

See  !  the  sliadows  lengthen  round  us. 
Soon  the  day-«lawn  will  begin  ; 

Can  you  leave  ihem  lo>t  and  lonely  ? 


Chriat  is  comint 


call  them  in  !  " 


From  the  hijihest  to  the  leasL 


TRIED  AND  PROVED. 


MRS.  M.  O.  PACK. 


AjeSA  HRIPTOK. 


MRS.  C.  H.  SCOTT.     By  per. 


A  clergyman  nncv  risltlng  a  poor  woman,  found  her  nibln  nuu-ked  here  and  there  with  the  lett«T«  T  aiid  P.  Wondering  what  the  letter*  bUxmI  for  he  In- 
QUirttd  of  her  thoir  nieaiiinK  Oh."  wid  she.  "theiie  are  the  |)r.iini».'«  in  my  pn'Cious  Bible.  There  are  many  of  them,  you  »oe.  I  hare  tritd,  m  marked  tliem 
T;  aad  mauy  I  have  proved  and  know  tu  be  true,  so  I  markeu  theui  V-'  —  Lahur  nf  iMtt. 


-->-.>. 


i^^d^l 


■  1.  Who  h^9  trifd  and  prov'd  the  pos- pel,  (Jiv'n  us       by 

2.  Who  li.is  tiit'd  anil  pi'iiv'il  tlie   pos  -  pel?  Who  is      lieed 

3.  Comeandtry     and  prove  tliu  gos  -  pel.Coiiieaiid   seek 


it:^: 


our     lev  -  iiig    Lord?  Who  has    tried      and  prov'd  the 
iiip    day     by       day.    Laws     of   heav'n.  Ills    pra-cious 
to  know  its      wortli,  'Tis  this      sa  -  cred  "hid  -den 

■s     .s      s •*■•  ■(*- 


■I 1^ 1-; **      »- 


Chorus. 


fe^r^ 


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rj^ t!L— II 


i&=^ 


^=g?^ 


ines  -  sape,     Writ -leu     in      His     plo  -  rious  word?  Like 
wis  -  doin     Left     to    puide      us    on    our      way? 
man    -  na,"  Holds  the  pow'r      to    save  the    earth. 


a    fount 


of     liv  -  ing    wa  -  ter,  Comes  the 


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T=^-^:=S: 


1^2=:?: 


3: 


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^ 


-ha « — hi ha 


W— g^^=^U~>^^:g: 


X. 


Like     a  fount   of    liv  -  ing  wa   -  ter, 


word  with  sure    sup-ply, 

-p-  -^-m-  -im-    -^-    -m-  -^_ 


If    you  drink,    O  sou  or  daugb-ter.     You  shall  nev 


I4i=»=;3! 


a-f^^ 


E 


?=??? 


^5^ 


er,  nev  -  «    die. 


Comes  tlie  word  with  sure  supply, 


Ton  shall  never, 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


TO   THE    WORK. 

12i.  with  Chorus. 

1  To  the  work !  to  the  work  !   We  are  servants  of  God ; 
Li't  us  follow  tlic  ]iiith  that  our  Mxstcr  liiis  trofl  ; 
With  the  l)alni  of  His  couuscl  our  strength  U)  renew, 
Let  us  (K)  witli  our  niiglit  what  our  liauds  fiud  to  do. 

CiioKUS — Toilinjj  on,  toiling  ou, 
Toiliug  ou,  toiling  on, 
Lotus  ho|i<;  (:iinl  trust),  let  u.s  watch  (and  pray) 
And  labor  till  the  Master  comes. 

2  To  the  work  !  to  the  work  !   Let  the  hungry  be  fed ; 
To  the  fountain  of  life  let  the  weary  be  le(l ; 

Li  the  cross  and  its  baniu-r  our  glory  shall  be, 
While  we  herald  the  tidings,  "Salvation  is  free  !  " 

3  To  tlie  work  I   to  the  work !  There  is  labor  for  all  ; 
For  the  kingdom  of  darkness  and  error  shall  fall, 
And  the  name  of  .Jehovah  (^.xaltcd  sluvll  be 

In  the  loud-swelling  chorus,  "Salvation  is  free!" 

4  To  the  work  I   to  the  work,  in  the  strength  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  a  rol)e  and  a  crown  shall  our  labor  reward. 
When  the  home  of  the  faithful  our  dwelling  shall  be, 
And  we  shout  with  the  ransomed,  "Salvation  is  free !" 

FANNY   CROSBY.     1871. 

Copyrisht,  1871,  by  Biglow  &  Main. 
Used  by  per. 

I  LOVE   TO    TELL   THE    STORY. 

7a  i  Ss.     D..  with  Choins. 

1  I  love  to  tell  the  story 

Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  His  glory, 
Of  Jesus  and  His  love. 
I  love  to  t(-ll  the  story, 

Because  I  know  'tis  true ; 
It  satisfies  my  longings. 
As  nothing  else  can  do. 
Chokus — I  love  to  tell  the  storj' — 

'Twill  be  my  tlienie  in  glory. 
To  tell  the  old,  old  story 
Of  .Jesus  and  His  love. 

2  I  love  to  tell  the  story  ; 

iSIore  wonderful  it  seems 
Than  all  the  golden  fancies 

Of  all  our  golden  dreams. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story  ; 

It  did  so  much  for  me — 
And  that  is  just  the  reason 

I  tell  it  now  to  thee. 

3  I  love  to  tell  the  story  ; 

'Tis  pleasant  to  repeat 
What  seems,  each  time  I  tell  it, 

More  wonderfully  sweet. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story  ; 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  nn^ssage  of  salvation 

From  God's  own  holy  word. 


4  I  love  to  tell  the  story  ; 

For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 

To  hear  it,  like  the  rest. 
And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I  sing  the  new,  new  song, 
'Twill  be  the  old,  old  story 

That  I  have  loved  so  long. 

CATIIAUINK    UANKEY,      1867, 

*THE    SLAVE    MOTHER. 

1  Sisters  with  the  heart  of  IMartha, 

Going  forth  the  Lord  to  meet. 
With  the  love  of  blessed  Mary 

Pouring  oil  ujjon  His  feet, 
Have  you  heard  it?  do  you  know  it? 

Lo  !  our  Lord  is  in  the  street ! 

2  Loving  sisters,  ye  are  many  ; 

How  your  hearts  would  throb  to  know 
That  along  our  pleasant  city. 

Just  released  from  slavery's  woe, 
Hungry,  thirsting,  faint,  and  needy, 

Christ  with  weary  feet  doth  go. 
Oh !    we  should  not  dare  to  say  it 

But  Himself  hath  told  us  so  ! 

3  Oh  !    to  give  our  roof  for  shelter! 

Oh  !  to  share  with  Him  our  bread! 
Like  the  blest  Judean  woman 

Bathe  His  feet,  anoint  His  head  ! 
But  He  counteth  every  kindness 

(We  remember  He  hath  said) 
To  the  least  of  these.  His  children. 

As  'twere  done  to  Him  instead. 

4  One  of  these,  His  precious  members, 

Pauseth  at  your  door  to-day. 
With  the  brave  heart  of  a  mother 

Bearing  up  the  shattered  clay. 
Black  and  ])Oor,  despised  and  lowly. 

For  your  pity  come  to  pray  ; 
Humbly  sucing  in  her  sorrow, 

Sure  you  will  not  say  her  Nay. 
Thus  disguised  it  is  the  Master 

That  you  lightly  send  away. 

5  Done  to  Thee,  wilt  Thou  esteem  it? 

O  our  Saviour,  done  to  Thee  ! 
When  life's  burdens  grow  too  heavy 

This  shall  our  rejoicing  be. 
Thou  hast  said  it,  we  believe  it, 

"Ye  have  done  it  uuto  Me." 

I'RANIA   L.    BAILET, 


One  dayCharlotte  Pilea,  the  "stave  mother,"  came  to  the  door  of  Mm.  Bailey  with 
a  pii|>er  btariiiK  siK<i>t(ure;i  uf  |>ei>|ile  who  hud  ^veii  her  motiey  towards  buyiug  her 
sou  irom  .ilarery.  Without  rea<liiii;  the  paptr  Mrs.  B.  was  aliout  Sf iiding  her  away, 
wlitMi  the  saintly  smile  which  the  woman  turned  back  to  gire  her  when  Iraring, 
U)Uolnd  lier  lieart.     Noticuig  that  she  walked  aa  if  fiMjtjtore,  she  invited  her  in. 

('h:irliitte  Pile.*  remained  mere  .H-vnie  time,  making  if  Inr  headquarters  while  can- 
T^uwmi;  the  city  She  had  a  lovely  Christian  spirit.  liadsutTeri'd  much,  aud  Ikitp  ujion 
hir  l>a£k  tlie  cruel  scan  of  the  lash.  Mrs  Bailey  wrote  the  iMx-m  uiM)n  the  liack  of 
Uie  sulasoriptiou  iwper,  and  it  was  the  means  of  bringiug  a  cousiderable  amount 
of  money  towards  assisting  Mrs.  Piles  iu  her  cutcrpriae. 


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"YOUR    MISSION. 


The  words  of  this  beautiful  song  wer«  written  bjr  Mrs.  Ellen  H.  Gatem. 

Tho  luuiiic  will  bu  fnuiiil  uii  luigo  90.  "Musical  LuaTes,"  a<  taut  bj 
Philip  ]*liiilii>s  ut  the  i;rcut  AiiuiviTnariesof  tho  U.  S.  Chrlatlan  Com- 
mlMiuii  lu  New  York,  PhiluJi'l)ihia,  WaabUigton,  ClncJuoatl,  Chkaco, 
At.  Loui^  auil  uuuy  other  pUcffl. 

Wheu  our  lamented  I'rfsidt'iit  Lincoln  heard  Mr.  Plilllip««iii4(itat  tho 
Hall  of  RepreaeDtatives  iu  Waahingtou.  Feb.  29,  1S65,  hu  waaurercoiuo 
with  emotion,  and  Bent  u|>  the  following  written  request  to  Hon,  Wm.  U. 
Seward.  Chairman,  for  its  repetition  : 

"Near  tlie  close  let  ub  have  'Your  Mlsaion'  repeated b;  Mr  Phillipa, 

DontBay  Icallcdforlt."    A,  LINX'Ol.N. 


1  If  you  cannot  on  the  ocean 

Sail  among  the  swiftest  fleet, 
Rocking  on  the  highest  billows, 

Laughing  at  the  storms  you  meet, 
You  can  stand  among  the  sailors, 

Anchored  yet  within  the  bay  ; 
You  can  leml  a  hand  to  help  them. 

As  they  launch  their  boat  away. 

2  If  30U  arc  too  weak  to  journey 

Up  the  mountain,  steep  aii<l  high, 
You  can  stand  w  ithin  the  valley. 

While  the  multitudes  go  by  ; 
You  can  chant  in  happy  mea.sure, 

As  they  slowly  jtass  along; 
Though  they  may  forget  the  singer, 

They  will  not  forget  the  song. 

8  If  you  have  not  gold  ami  silver 

Kver  ready  to  command  ; 
If  you  can  not  toward  the  needjr 

Reach  an  ever-open  hand  ; 
You  can  visit  the  nlHicted, 

O'er  the  erring  you  can  weep ; 
You  can  be  a  true  disciple 

Sitting  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

4  If  you  cannot  in  the  harvest 

Garner  up  the  richest  sheaves. 
Many  a  grain  both  ripe  and  golden 

Will  the  careless  reapers  leave  ; 
Go  and  glean  among  the  briers, 

Growing  rank  against  the  wall, 
For  it  may  be  that  their  shadow 

Hides  the  heaviest  wheat  of  all. 

5  If  you  cannot  in  the  conflict 

Prove  yourself  a  soldier  true  — 
If,  where  lire  and  smoke  are  thickest. 

There's  no  work  for  you  to  do  ; 
When  the  battle-tielil  is  silent. 

You  can  go  with  carefid  tread. 
You  can  bear  away  the  wounded, 

You  can  cover  up  the  dead. 


C  Do  not,  then,  stand  ijly  waiting 

For  souu!  greate-r  work  to  <lo  ; 
Fortune  is  a  lazy  godde.xs  — 

She  will  never  come  to  you. 
Go  and  toil  in  any  vineyard. 

Do  not  fear  to  do  or  dare  ; 
If  you  want  a  fitld  of  lal)or, 

You  can  find  it  anywhere. 

KLLKH  u.  uarea.  18(0. 
IMMANUEL'S    PRAISE. 

1  Proclaim  the  lofty  prai.se 

Of  Him  who  once  was  slain. 
But  now  is  risen  through  endless  days 

To  live  and  reign  ; 
He  lives  and  reigns  on  high. 

Who  bought  us  with  His  blood, — 
Enthroned  above  tho  farthest  sky, 

Our  Saviour  G(m1. 

2  All  honor,  |Kjwer,  and  praise, 

To  Jesus'  name  belong  ; 
With  hosts  seraphic  glad  we  ruiso 

The  sacred  song  : 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  they  cry. 

That  on  the  cross  wsts  slain  ; 
Rut  now,  ascended  up  on  high. 

He  lives  to  reign. 

3  He  lives  to  bless  .ind  save 

The  souls  redeem'd  by  graro. 
And  rescue  from  the  dreary  grave 

'I'he  fallen  race  ; 
And  .soon  we  hope,  above, 

A  louder  strain  to  sing,  — 
With  all  onr  powers  to  ]iraise  and  love 

Our  Saviour  King. 

PRAYER    FOR   THE   CONVERSION 
OF    FRIENDS. 

1  Father,  I  feel  that  I  am  thine  ; 
Have  sweet  iis.surance  Christ  is  mine  ; 
^et  1  have  an  unanswered  praver. 
That  Jills  my  longing  soul  with  care. 

2  I  have  enough  of  woildlv  gotnl, 

^ly  friends  attend  me  as  they  should  ; 
Wy  cup  with  blessings  runneth  o'er, 
And  yet  I  crave  one  blessing  more. 
8  For  kindred  and  relation's  sake. 
My  heart  an<l  .soul  are  all  awake  ; 
I  pray,  O  Lord,  that  I  may  Ir- 
A  help  in  leading  them  to  Thee. 

4  Give  me  the  wisdom  ami  the  grace 
To  Kll  a  humble  Christian's  nlace  ; 
And  grant  the  dear  ones  iu  my  home 
May  to  a  waiting  Saviour  come. 

6  I  have  the  faith  it  will  be  .so. 
Indeed,  it  seems  I  almost  know. 
Dear  Father,  grant  the  \^Mn\  I  crave 
Through  Him  who  died  the  lo>t  to  sa\e. 

Ll'ir   B.  llBKoit.     IML 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


OFT    IN    SORROW. 


7». 


1  Oft  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe, 
Onward.  Christian,  onward  go  ; 
Fiirlit  tlio  (iglit,  maintain  tiic  strife, 
Slrengtlu;ni'(i  witli  tiic  brrad  of  life. 

2  Onwaril,  (liristian,  onward  <^o  ; 
.loin  tin-  war,  and  fa(;t!  tiie  foe. 
Will  you  flee  in  danger's  hour? 
Know  you  not  your  Captain's  power? 

3  Let  your  drooping  heart  be  glad  ; 
Marcjh,  in  iieavcnly  armor  clad  ; 
Fight,  nor  tliink  the  battle  long; 
Soon  sliall  victory  tune  your  song. 

4  Let  not  sorrow  dim  your  eye  ; 
Soon  sliall  every  tear  be  dry; 
Let  not  fears  your  course  impede  ; 
Great  your  strength,  if  great  your  need. 


H.   K.    WHITI. 
MIH8  F.   r.  MAITLAND. 


SWEET    IS   THE  WORK. 

Tune  —  "  LrifihloH." 
Psalm  92.    S.  M. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord, 

Thy  glorious  name  to  sing  ; 
To  praise  and  pray  —  to  hear  Thy  word, 
And  grateful  offerin<rs  bring. 

2  Sweet  at  the  dawning  light, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 
And,  when  approach  the  shades  of  night, 
Still  on  the  tiieme  to  dwell. 

3  Sweet  on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join  in  heart  and  voice, 
With  those  who  love  and  serve  Thee  best. 
And  in  Thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  j^raise  and  joy 

Be  every  Sabbatli  given. 
That  sucli  may  be  our  best  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 


HAUItlKT  AUBUR. 


GOD    KNOWETH    BEST. 
A    SONG    FOR    THE    WORKERS, 

1   Tn  the  morning  sow  thy  seed ; 
In  llie  evening  there  is  need 
For  all  thy  work,  till  set  of  sun 
Proclaims  the  weary  day  is  done  ; 
Then  when  you  sigh  to  be  at  rest, 
Remember  this,  God  knoweth  best, 
Chokus.      Travel  on,  travel  on. 

Let  tlie  way  be  short  or  long, 
AVliilt;  we  sing  a  cheerful  song 
Travel  on. 


2  What  thy  hand  finds  still  to  do, 
Oh  !  do  thou  (piickiy,  for,  'tis  true, 

That  though  man  be  both  strong  and  brave, 
There  is  no  knowledge  in  the  grave 
Where  he  is  hastening  to  liis  rest. 
When  God,  his  Maker,  deems  it  best. 

3  All  the  clouds  seem  full  of  rain, 
Human  hearts  are  wrung  with  pain. 
Both  small  and  great,  they  suffer  still ; 
E'en  blessed  saints  who  do  His  will : 
These  from  their  labors,  pray  for  rest, 
Remembering  still,  God  knoweth  best. 

CAItOLISE   E.    MEKRICK. 

Xew  Orluaus,  La.    May,  1883. 

CHRISTIAN    JOYS. 

S,  M.     Tune— "Boylslon," 

1  I  love  to  kneel  in  jirayer, 

And  tell  to  God  my  love 
For  all  the  tender  mercies  which 
He  sends  me  from  above. 

2  He  careth  e'er  for  me  ; 

He  ordereth  all  my  ways ; 
Protects  and  guards  from  every  ill, 
And  fills  my  mouth  Mith  praise. 

3  Still  lead  me  on,  dear  Lord, 

Unto  that  perfect  rest ; 
Working  and  sow  ing  seed  for  Thee, 
Until  I  join  the  blest. 

MKS.    E.    MAX80N. 

Detroit,  Mich.    1882. 

THE    LOVE   OF   GOD- 

1  My  God,  Tliy  boundless  love  I  praise; 
How  briglit  on  high  Thy  glories  blaze, 

How  sweetly  bloom  below  ! 
It  streams  from  Thine  eternal  throne; 
Through  heaven  its  joys  forever  run, 

And  o'er  the  earth  they  fiow. 

2  '  Tis  love  that  paints  the  purple  morn, 
And  bids  the  clouds,  in  air  nj)borne. 

Their  genial  drops  distil ; 
In  every  vernal  beam  it  glows. 
And  breathes  in  every  gale  that  blows, 

And  glides  in  every  rill. 

3  But  in  the  gospel  it  appears 
In  sweeter,  fairer  characters  ; 

And  charms  the  ravished  breast ; 
There  love  immortal  leaves  the  sky, 
To  wipe  the  drooping  mourner's  eye, 

And  give  the  weary  rest. 

4  Then  let  th(>  love  that  makes  me  blest, 
Willi  cheerful  praise  inspire  my  breast, 

And  ardent  gratitude  ; 
Af>d  all  my  thonglits  and  passions  tend 
To   riiee.  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 

My  soul's  eternal  good. 

UA.NNAU    MORE. 


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GODS    PRESENCE. 


L.  M-     tMoe—" Brilkovta.' 


1  O  hallowed  hour,  divinely  sweet, 
O  hallowed  love,  divinely  meet. 

When  hungry  souls  <,m()w  rich  and  broad, 
Learnin;;  of  heaven,  of  Christ,  and  God. 

2  0  hallowed  work — divine — complete; 
O  hallowed  joy  divine,  we  j^reet, 

When  souls  are  with  Ciod's  grace  equijjped 
Like  arrows  strong  in  glory  dipped. 

3  ()  hallowed  faith  that  brightens  earth! 
O  liallowed  grace  that  gives  new  birth ! 
We  now  ailore  Thy  gracious  power. 
And  bless  Thee  for  this  sacred  hour. 

XKS.    L.    D.    W.    FERRIS.      1883. 

PRACTICAL    DEVOTION. 

*BeluTu(l,  if  God  su  loTctl  UK,  «e  ought  alao  to  lure  oue  another." 
Tune—"  Horton." 

1  Father  of  our  feeble  race  I 

Wise,  beneficent  and  kind  ! 
Spread  o'er  nature's  amj)le  face, 
Flows  Thy  goodness  uuconfined. 

2  Musing  in  the  silent  grove, 

Or  the  busy  walks  of  men, 
Still  we  trace  Thy  wondrous  love, 
Claiming  large  returns  again. 

3  Lonl  I  what  olTeriiig  shall  we  bring 

At  Thy  altar  when  we  bow  ? 
Hearts. —  the  pure,  unsullied  spring 
Whence  the  kind  all'ectious  flow ! 

4  Soft  Compassion's  feeling  soul, 

Hy  the  melting  eye  expressed! 
Sympathy,  at  whose  (vintrol 

Sorrow  leaves  the  wounded  breast  I 

5  Willing  hands  to  lead  the  blind, 

Hind  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor  ! 
Love,  embracing  all  our  kind! 
Charity,  with  liberal  store  ! 

6  Te.ich  us,  0  Thou  Heavenly  King! 

Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind; 
Thus  th'  accepted  otTering  brini^, — 
Love  to  Theu  aud  uU  mankind  ! 

JANK   TAVLOR. 

(See  i»se  134.) 

GO    WORK    IN    MY    VINEYARD. 

1  Faint  not,  nor  grow  weary,  but  bravely  press  on, 

There's  a  work  in  (Jod's  vineyard  for  you; 
His  field  is  awaiting  the  hand  of  the  reaper, 
God  has  work  for  His  people  to  do. 

2  Oh  I  can  ye  sit  idle,  with  hands  calndy  folded 

When  ills  field  with  its  harvest  is  white? 

The  morning  is  past,  the  noontide  is  waning. 

Foreshadowed  the  approach  of  the  night. 


3  There's  work  to  Ik?  done,  'tis  a  work  for  the  Master  ; 

'  Tis  a  mission  of  labor  ami  love; 
There  are  lost  ones  to  seek,  there  are  souls  to  be  won 
For  the  heavenly  mansions  above. 

4  Afar  from  their  Saviour — afar  olT  they  wander 

In  the  desert  of  darkness  and  sin  ; 
Lol  plain  is  thy  duty  ;  thy  Saviour  commands  thee, 
Go  seek  them  and  gather  them  in. 
0  There  are  weak  ones  to  strengthen —  faint-hearted 
The  weary  to  aid  on  their  way  ;  [to  cheer; 

There  are  erring,  despairing  ones,  needing  Thy  help 
Throughout  ail  the  long,  toilsome  <lay. 

6  Then  go  work  for  thy  King,  His  blessing  is  sure. 

The  reward  at  the  end  of  the  race  ; 
Work  while  the  day  lingers ;  the  night  soon  will 
The  sliadows  are  length'ning  apace.  [eorae  ; 

7  If  the  Saviour  ye  love — if  His  blessing  ye  crave. 

Remember.  His  cross  you  must  bear  ; 
Work  while  the  day  lasts. —  be  faithtul  and  true; 
Soon  a  glorified  crown  you  shall  wear. 

VH.I  A    MAY        1882. 

Krou)  "SaMntli  lU-adiiig." 

HAIL   TO  THE   SON   OF    DAVID! 

Tune  -"ir, '/',." 

"Bleaae<l  U  he  that  cometh  in  ttio  iiunie  of  th.>  Lord."— Matt,  xzi  ;  9. 

7s  li  68.  D. 

1  'Twas  spring-time  in  Judea  ; 

And  o'er  Mount  Olivet 
There  came,  'mid  songs  of  gla<lness, 

A  throng  of  hurrying  feet  ; 
And  children's  voices  echoed 

The  ghul.  triumphant  strain, 
"Hail  to  the  son  of  David, 

O'er  Israel  come  to  reign  !  " 

2  The  echo  still  is  ringing 

The  peo|)led  earth  around. 
The  name  of  Jesus  bringing, 

IMest  name  of  swe«test  sound  ; 
As  when  they  waved  the  palm-tree. 

So  now  young  voices  sing, 
'•Hos.inna  in  the  highest. 

To  Ciirist,  our  .Saviour,  King!" 
8  The  answ'ring  hills  and  valleys 

The  shout  of  joy  prohmg; 
O'er  mountain  top  and  prairie 

Rolls  on  the  jr)yons  song; 
E'en  distant  isles  rejoicing, 

Away  their  idols  fling. 
And  hail  whh  hearts  an<l  voices, 

Jesus,  our  .Saviour,  King. 
4  We,  too,  would  join  His  triumph. 

We.  too.  would  raise  the  song; 
Would  swell  the  mighty  chorus 

Of  the  adoring  throng  ; 
For  since  He  died  to  save  us. 

Our  heart.s  to  Him  shall  cling. 
And  erown  Him  now  and  ever, 

Jesus,  our  Saviour,  King. 

MR*.  ■.   m.    riATT. 

Set  to  muik  bj  RCT.  c  BARMua. 


WOMAIf  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


LIVING    WATERS. 

1  "Ho,  cvory  one  that  tliirsteth  !  " 

llark  to  the  propluft's  cry! 
"CoiiK-  ye  to  living  waters ; 
Haste  to  tlie  fount  and  buy  !  " 

2  "And  lie  that  hath  no  money, 

The  flowinj,'  river  see : 
Yea,  wine  and  milk  are  waiting; 
And  God  hath  made  them  free  1 " 

3  Again  comes  down  the  message, 

Above  life's  tunudt  heard  ; 
And  i)li',ssi'd  is  the  people 

Wiio  trust  the  Saviour's  word. 

4  "  Ho,  every  one  that  thirsteth! 

In  me  thy  longings  slake  ; 
Salvation's  cup  is  offered. 

Stretch  forth  thy  hand  and  take." 

5  "For  whosoever  drinketli 

The  water  I  shall  give, 
A  fount  of  joy  upspringing, 
Within  his  soul  shall  live." 

6  Thus  spake  He  of  the  Spirit, 

Wiio  like  a  brook  shall  flow, 
A  wellspring,  pure,  eternal, 
In  hearts  that  trust  and  know. 

7  Nor  hunger,  thirst,  nor  sorrow, 

Have  power  to  stir  their  breast. 
Who  through  the  Saviour's  promise 
Thus  "enter  into  rest." 

MKS.    EMMA  F.    tOWNISa. 

ISridgetoQ,  N.  J.    1885. 
MY     PLACE. 

1  I  do  not  ask,  dear  Lord,  there  be 

A  place  made  small  enough  for  me, 

2  But  I  be  mach^  by  Thee  to  fill. 
The  place  appointed  by  Thy  will. 

3  Naught  can  I  give,  I  come  to  claim 
The  promises  that  bear  Thy  name. 

4  My  poverty  I  leave  to  feel 

The  richer  that  Thy  words  reveal. 

5  The  weakness  I  have  learned  at  length, 
Exchange  I  for  Thy  power  and  strength. 

6  ISIy  pride,  so  foolish  had  I  known 

That  which  Thou  asked  was  but  Thine  own, 

7  Is  crumbled  in  the  dust  to  be 
Sweet  blossoms  of  humility. 

8  My  will,  forgive  the  struggle  past. 
My  will  dear  Lord,  is  Thine,  at  last. 

9  Emptied  and  broken  here  I  lie 
Too  near  for  Thee  to  pass  me  by, 

10  Hut  fill  me  with  Thy  Spirit  so. 
Through  me,  tlie  stream  of  life  will  flow. 

11  If  where  the  lofty  cedars  grow 

On  mountains  crowned  with  endless  snow, 


12  Or  in  the  meadow-land  below. 
Where  lilies  of  the  valley  grow, 

13  Through  this  poor  vessel  mean  and  small, 
Let  blessings  on  Thy  children  fall. 

14  Thus  I,  who  dare  not  lift  mine  eyes 
To  places  shining  near  the  skies, 

15  And  am  afraid  my  skill  to  trust 
In  lifting  blossoms  from  the  dust. 

16  1  who  did  even  dare  refuse 

To  follow  Thee  in  rough  ways,  choose 

17  Wherever  Thou  canst  use  me  best, 
That  is  my  place,  my  joy,  my  rest. 


UlilS  MVftA  A,  OOODWIK. 


1885. 


DO  THE    DUTY   LYING    NEAREST. 

Tune—"  Saviour,  like  a  Shi-phtrd  Uad  iw." 
Key  of  E  [,. 

1  Seek  not  for  some  far-off  mission, 

Undone  work  is  close  at  hand ; 
Wait  not  for  some  glorious  vision, 
Almost  coming  with  command. 

2  Opportunities  will  greet  thee, 

Only  watch  with  greatest  care  ; 
Something  brave  to  do,  it  may  be, 
Or  perhaps  something  to  bear. 

3  All  the  needed  help  He'll  give  thee. 

Though  He  work  or  trials  send; 
Only  trust  and  love  Him  always. 
Serving  faithful  to  the  end. 
CnORUS.     Do  the  duty  lying  nearest, 

Even  though  it  humble  be  ; 
There  may  come  some  priceless  blessing. 
Lasting  as  eternity. 

CARRIE    WRIOHT. 

Set  to  music  by  w.  tiuball. 

WORK    AND    PRAY. 

1  Up !  friends  of  Jesus,  the  harvest  now  is  white  ; 
Work  will  soon  be  over,  fast  fall  the  shades  of 

night ; 
Strong  in  His  strength  let  us  bind  the  golden 

sheaves ; 
Could  we  meet  the  Master  with   naught  but 

leaves  ? 

2  Up !  friends  of  Jesus,  for  time  will  soon  be  o'er, 
Harvest  days  are  passing,  to  come  again  no  more  ; 
Wake  from  repose!  liear  the  blaster  calling  still; 
liise  to  earnest  effort  with  right  good-will. 

3  Shout !  friends  of  Jesus,  for  when  our  work  is 

done. 
Joyful  we  will  gather  to  greet  the  harvest  home } 
Then  let  us  hasten  the  golden  sheaves  to  bind. 
Rest  and  life  eternal  we  all  shall  find. 

KATE  RUMNER  BURR. 

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ANGELS    BROKE   THE    SEAL. 

1  Aiiijcls  clothed  in  sliiiiiiiij  raiincnt, 

I}n)k(!  tlic  seal  and  pierced  tiie  tomb, 
Wliilo  their  luces  like  the  li>ihtnin<^, 

All  the  slni(l(lerin>f  (le|>ths  illuuie. 
Roman  soldicTs  Hy  affriiiliti'd, 

As  tiie  tidings  they  reveal, 
"Christ  is  risen,"  say  the  Anj^els 

Sent  of  God  to  break  the  seal. 

2  Lo  !  wo  thank  Ilim  for  their  mission, 

As  we  toward  His  temples  thronj;, 
Brinj^iiif;  forth  Sprinjr's  fairest  blossoms, 

Liftinif  iiiiih  our  noblest  song. 
Lovinij,  loviii"^,  tender  Saviour, 

Whilt!  thy  sacrifice  we  feel, 
From  these  hearts  in  guilt  that  languish, 

Bid  thine  Angels  break  the  seal. 

3  Roll  away  tlie  stone  forever, 

From  all  hearts  that  lie  in  gloom, 
Bid  the  hl(s>cd  li.^iit  of  heaven, 

Angel-like,  their  depths  illmne. 
So  shall  we,  redeemed  and  risen. 

In  our  Father's  |)resence  kneel, 
Blessing  Ilim  whose  white-robed  Aiigels 

Broke  for  us  the  earthly  seal. 

CAROUNE    DANA   ilUWE.      1884, 


INVOCATION. 

1  Within  'Iliy  hand,  Creator !  Lord  ! 

Our  earthly  seasons  lie; 
Winter  and  Summer  follow  each. 
And  at  Thy  bidding  tly 

2  Kindled  by  Thee,  the  glorious  sun 

Diffuses  warmth  and  light; 
Obedient  to  Thy  s|)oken  word 
The  darkness  takes  its  flight ; 

3  The  clouds  disperse,  the  heavens  are  free 

From  I'lementiil  strife; 
With  lengthening  days  the  early  spring 
Awakes  to  bt'auteous  life. 

4  Lonl !  make  our  souls  a  type  of  this  ; 

IndilTerenco  melt  away; 
Shed  from  Thine  own  Eternal  Light, 
The  beams  that  make  our  d.iy. 

5  If  frosts  of  doubt  prevent  our  growth. 

If  storniy  passion  sways, 
Oh  I  penetrate  our  inmost  hearts 
With   Thy  life-giving  rays. 

6  Illumine  evi>ry  dark  recess. 

Break  uji  the  frozen  ground. 
So  may  in  all  in  varied  lives 
The  Spirit's  fruit  abouml. 

MRS.   KMMA   r.   ItOWNIWa. 
Biid«ctuD,  N.  J.     1883. 


THE    POTTER    AND   THE   CLAY. 

1  As  clay  in  the  hands  of  the  potter, 

Am  I  in  Thy  hands.  ()  my  (Jod ; 
If  on  life's  highway  I  falter. 

And  faint  'iieath  Thy  chastening  rod  ; 

2  If  temptations  thro'  weakness  and  blindness, 

Cast  shadows  along  on  niv  wav. 
May  Thy  Spirit  within,  in  its  wisdom. 
Prevent  me  from  going  astray. 

3  May  Thy  presence.  O  Falher,  go  with  iifp, 

Molding  the  vessel  aright. 
Till  meet  for  the  heavenly  kingdom. 
In  the  beautiful  mansions  of  light. 

MilH.  TUOMAH  K.  nAvn. 
Athc-na,  Pb. 
Written  when  nvvi-ntyalx  y<«rs  of  ago.  Id  tlio  fifty-eighth  year  of  bar 
uuu-riud  life.    (Bee  iioce  S33.) 

GOD'S    WATCHFUL   CARE. 

1  Vainly,  through  night's  weary  hours. 

Keep  we  watch,  lest  foes  alarm  ; 
Vain  our  bidwarks.  and  our  lowers, 
But  for  Gotl's  protecting  arm. 

2  Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor, 

Did  not  (iod  that  labor  bless ; 
Vain,  without  His  grace  and  favor, 
Every  talent  we  possess. 
8  Vainer  slill  the  hope  of  heaven. 
That  on  lunnan  strength  relies; 
But  to  Ilim  shall  help  be  given. 
Who  in  humble  faith  applies. 
4  Seek  we,  then,  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
He  will  grant  us  peace  and  rest: 
Ne'er  was  suppliant  disa])pointod, 

Who  through  Christ  his  prayer  addressed. 

UAKKIKT    AI'UUU 

Died  1862. 

ACTIVE    EFFORT. 

1  Laborers  of  Christ,  arise. 

And  gird  you  for  the  toil  ! 
The  dew  of  promise  from  the  skies 
Already  cheers  the  soil. 

2  f  Jo  where  the  sick  recline. 

Where  mourning  hearts  deplore  ; 
And  where  the  sons  of  sorrow  pine. 
Dispense  your  hallowed  store. 

3  Be  faiih,  which  looks  above. 

With  prayer,  your  constant  piest  ; 
And  wraj)  tin;  Saviour's  changeless  love 
A  mantle  rouml  your  bnast. 

4  So  shall  you  share  the  wealth 

That  earth  may  ne'er  desj)<)il. 
And  the  bh-st  gospel's  saving  health 
Repay  your  arduous  toil. 

MRJt    ■lUOCmiST. 


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HOME    MISSIONS. 

1  Our  country's  voice  is  pleading, 

Yi-  nun  of  God,  arise ! 
His  providence  is  leading, 

The  land  before  you  lies ; 
Day-jrleanis  are  o'er  it  brightening, 

And  promise  clothes  the  soil  ; 
Wide  lields,  for  harvest  whitening, 

Invite  the  reaper's  toil. 

2  Go,  where  the  waves  are  breaking 

On  California's  shore, 
Christ's  precious  gospel  taking. 

More  rich  than  golden  ore  ; 
On  Alleghany's  mountains, 

Through  all  the  western  vale, 
Beside  Missouri's  fountains, 

Rehearse  the  wondrous  tale. 

3  The  love  of  Christ  unfolding. 

Speed  on  from  east  to  west. 
Till  all.  His  cross  beholding. 

In  Him  are  fully  blest. 
Great  Author  of  salvation. 

Haste,  haste  the  glorious  day, 
When  we,  a  ransomed  nation, 

Thy  sceptre  shall  obey. 

MRS.   MAHIA   F.  ANDERSON. 
Bora  1819. 

I    NEED   THEE. 


FEAR    NOT,    LITTLE    FLOCK. 

1  Fear  not,  O  little  flock,  the  foe 
Who  madly  seeks  your  overthrow ; 

Dread  not  his  rage  and  power ; 
What  though  your  courage  sometimes  faints, 
His  seeming  triumpli  o'er  God's  saints 

Lasts  but  a  little  hour. 

2  Be  of  good  cheer ;  your  cause  belongs 
To  Him  who  can  avenge  your  wrongs  ; 

Leave  it  to  Him,  our  Lord  ! 
Though  hidden  yet  from  mortal  eyes, 
He  sees  the  Gideon  that  shall  rise 

To  save  us,  and  His  word. 

3  As  true  as  God's  own  word  is  true, 
Not  earth  nor  hell  with  all  their  crew 

Against  us  shall  prevail ; 
A  jest  and  by-word  are  they  grown ; 
God  is  with  us,  we  are  His  own, 

Our  victory  cannot  fail ! 

4  Amen,  Lord  Jesus,  grant  our  prayer ! 
Great  Captain,  now  Thine  arm  make  bare, 

Fight  for  us  once  again ! 
So  shall  Thy  saints  and  martyrs  raise 
A  mighty  chorus  to  Thy  praise. 

World  without  eud :  Amen  ! 

CATUERINK  WINKWORTH. 

Tr. 


1  I  need  Thee  every  hour. 

Most  gracious  Lord  ; 
No  tender  voice  like  Thine 
Can  peace  afford. 

Refrain. —  T  need  Thee,  O,  I  need  Thee  ; 
Every  hour  I  need  Thee  ; 
0,  bless  me  now,  my  Saviour! 
I  come  to  Thee. 

2  I  need  Thee  eveiy  hour ; 

Stay  Thou  near  by  ; 
Temptations  lose  their  power 
Wlien  thou  art  nigh. 

3  I  need  Thee  every  hour, 

Li  joy  or  pain  ; 
Come  quickly  and  abide, 
Or  life  is  vain. 

4  T  need  Thee  every  hour ; 

Teach  me  Thy  will ; 
And  Thy  rich  promises 
In  me  fulfil. — Uef. 

5  I  need  Thee  every  hour. 

Most  Holy  One; 
Oh.  make  me  Thine  indeed. 
Thou  blessed  Son. 

AMKIK  SBERWOOD  HAWKS. 
Rim  1835. 
Cfi|i>T*(iht.  Ifl73.  %x\A  ret  tn  fnuKjc  by  rev.  n    i.owry. 
UmmI  (rotu  "  I'ure  Oold,"  by  per.  liiglow  h.  Main. 


WHO   SHALL    ROLL   THE   STONE    AWAY? 

1  L^p  through  the  voiceless  centuries  of  the  past, 
Begirt  with  doubts,  with  bitter  tears  o'ercast. 
We  hear  the  weeping  Mary's  questioning,  pray 
Oh  !  who  shall  roll  the  heavy  stone  away  ? 

2  That  cold  great  stone !  how  oft  it  lies 
Between  the  widow's  tears,  the  orphan's  cries; 
No  echo  from  the  silent  "  Land  of  the  Leal," 
Unlocks  for  us  the  impenetrable  seal. 

3  Alone  we  stand  !  there  comes  no  sound  ! 
Darkness  and  grief,  and  silence  most  profound; 
No  shadowy  hands  reach  out  to  us  in  pain  ; 

We  call  our  loved  ones,  but  we  call  iri  vain. 

******  *         * 

4  Oh  !  not  in  vain  :  for  us  the  Master  died  ! 
Oh!   not  in  vain:  on  Calvary  crucified! 
A  sinful  world  in  doubt  and  darkness  lay 
Till  angels  came,  and  rolled  the  stone  away. 

5  We  see  by  faith  an  aureole  flame  arise 
Up  to  the  golden  gates  of  Paradise ; 

And  borne  on  wings  of  light,  from  that  white  throne 
Our  riseu  Saviour  comes,  to  call  His  own. 

MRS.   JENNIE  F.   8NELL.      1885. 

Seven  Oaks.     Milan,  Pa. 


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BE    WITH    MY    MOUTH. 

C.  M.     Tune—  "  Dumltf." 

1  Be  with  my  moutli  —  I  would  not  speak 

Witlioiit  Tliy  j^uulance,  Lord  ; 
This  Ktamineriiig  toii!,nie  is  all  too  weak, 
Uo  Thou  (lir(;ct  each  word. 

2  Be  with  my  mouth  —  My  .songs  of  praise 

Melodious  can  be, 
Only  as  Thou  the  notes  upraise 
To  heavenly  harmony. 

3  Be  with  my  mouth  —  My  prayers  must  fail 

Without  Thy  promised  aid  ; 
Prompted  by  thee  they  must  prevail, 
The  answer  ne'er  dehiyed. 

4  Be  with  my  mouth  —  Let  ev«ry  breath 

Be  spent  in  serving  Thee 
Until  life  closes,  then  in  death 
Oh !  be  Thou  still  with  me. 

CECIL  DREEXI.       1883. 

WHO    IS    READY? 

"  (to  work  in  my  Tlncyard."-Malt  xxl :  38. 
Tune—"  Mart]pt." 

1  Waiting  is  the  golden  harvest. 

Waiting  is  the  golden  grain. 
While  the  Master  calls  for  reaj^ers 
From  the  hill-side  and  the  plain ! 
Refrain.     Who  is  willing  ?  who  is  ready  ? 
Who  will  go  and  work  to-day  ? 
See  the  goldtn  harvest  waiting  ; 
Who  will  bear  the  sheaves  away? 

2  Tndy  is  the  harvest  plenteous. 

Hut  the  laborers  are  few. 
Pray  ye  that  the  Lord  of  harvest 
Send  forth  workmen  tried  and  true. 

3  Will  the  Master  hrdd  us  guiltless, 

If  the  work  be  left  undone  ? 
If  for  lack  of  labor  perish 

Precious  souls  we  might  have  won  ? 

4  Haste,  Oh !  hasten,  willing  workers, 

Swiftly  speed  the  hours  away  ; 
Hearken"  to  the  Master's  warning, 
•'  Work  ye  while  'tis  called  to-<lay." 

ASSIB  <C-M>«IVO«. 

8«t  to  muilc  by  w.  warren  bi.ntlet. 

FOLLOW    THOU    ME. 

Xnne—  "  ffot  half  hat  nn-  fcwn  iold," 

1   Have  ye  lookeil  for  sheep  in  the  desert, 

For  those  who  have  missed  their  way? 
Have  ye  been  in  the  wild  wiiste  places. 

Where  the  lost  and  the  wandering  stray  ? 
Have  ye  tro<lden  the  lonely  highway  ? 

The'  foul  and  darksome  street  ? 
It  may  be  ye'd  see  in  the  gloaming 

The  print  of  my  wounded  feet. 


2  Have  ye  foliled  home  to  your  bosom 

The  trembling,  neglected  lamb, 
And  taught  to  the  little  lost  one 

The  sound  of  the  Shepherd's  name  ? 
IIav(!  yt;  searched  for  the  poor  and  needy 

With  no  clothing,  no  home,  no  bread  ? 
The  Son  of  .>Lin  wa-s  among  them. 

He  had  nowhere  to  lay  his  hea«l. 
8  Have  ye  carried  the  living  water 

To  the  parched  and  thirsty  houl? 
Have  ye  said  to  the  sick  and  wounded 

"Christ  .Jesus  makes  thee  whole"!' 
Have  ye  told  my  fainting  children 

Of  the  strength  of  the  Father's  hahd? 
Have  ye  guidtnl  the  tottering  footsteps 

To  the  shores  of  the  "  golden  land  ?  " 

4  Have  ye  stood  by  the  sad  and  weary, 

To  smooth  the  pillow  of  death  ? 
To  comfort  the  sorrow-stricken. 

And  strengthen  the  feeble  faith? 
And  have  ye  felt,  when  the  glory 

Has  streamed  through  the  open  door, 
And  flitted  across  the  shadows, 

That  1  had  been  there  before  ? 

5  Have  ye  wept  with  the  broken-hearted 

In  their  agony  of  woe  ? 
Ye  might  hear  Me  whispering  beside  you, 

'Tis  a  pathway  I  often  go  ! 
My  disciples,  My  brethren.  My  friends. 

Can  ye  dare  to  follow  M<'? 
Then  wherever  the  Master  dwelleth 

There  shall  the  servant  be ! 

KATE  R    ODKM, 


PRAY    FOR    REAPERS. 

Tune— "Hanpfll." 

1  Saints  of  God  !  the  dawn  is  bright'ning. 

Tokens  of  our  coming  Lonl, 
O'er  the  earth  the  tield  is  whit'ning, 

Loufler  rings  the  Msister's  won!, 
'•Pray  for  reapers,  pray  for  reapers," 

In  the  harvest  of  the  Lord. 

2  Feebly  now  they  toil  in  sadness, 

Weeping  o'er  the  waste  around, 
Slowlv  gath'ring  grains  of  gladness, 

Wliile  their  earnest  cries  resound, 
"Prav  that  reap<'rs,  pray  that  reajM-rs," 

III  (IcmI's  harvest  may  abound, 

3  Now,  O  Lord,  fulfill  Thy  pleasure. 

Breathe  upon  Thy  chosen  Iwnd, 
And  with  p«'nteco»tal  mea-sure. 

Send  the  reapers  o'er  the  land  ; 
Faithful  reapers,  faithful  reajx-rs, 

Gath'ring  sheaves  for  CuhVh  right  hand. 

B>     A  U<U  of  VInrinI*.* 
Set  to  muiic  by  iikv.  t.  ukal. 


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OUR    MISSION    FIELD    AT   HOME. 

"Ilcclnnlnit  at  Jcniaalcm."— Luke  zzir:  47. 

1  How  many  in  our  fuvored  land 

Ciod's  lioly  <lay  profane  — 
NegU-rt  tlu!  Saviour's  gracious  call, 

And  take  His  name  in  vain! 
Then  while  we  pray  for  htatiien  climes 

Far  o'er  tlu;  crystal  foam, 
Oh  !  let  us  ever  bear  in  mind 

Our  mission  field  at  home. 

2  "Go  feed  my  lambs,"  our  Saviour  said, 

**Aiid  bring  tliem  to  my  fold," 
For  us  tlie  same  command  is  given. 

As  then  to  him  of  old  ; 
Wliile  otliers  toil  for  dying  souls, 

Far  o'er  the  ocean's  foam, 
Be  ours  to  serve  this  noble  cause. 

Our  mission  field  at  home. 

3  IIow  many  a  poor  neglected  child 

With  pleading  eyes  we  meet ! 
A  gentle  word  might  hither  guide 

Its  little  wandering  feet  — 
A  |)recious  lamb  that  God  may  bless, 

IJeneatli  this  hallowed  dome  ; 
Then  let  us  ever  bear  in  mind 

Our  mission  field  at  home. 

FANNY  CROSBY. 

Coryrlght,  1S66.  In  "Kew  Oolden  Shower,"  by  per.  Biglow  &  Main. 

TOIL   ON. 

1  Thrust  in  the  sickle,  reap  for  God, 

Heliold  the  ripening  grain  ; 
A  glorious  harvest  soon  will  prove 
Our  labor  not  in  vain. 
Chorus — Toil  on,  toil  on, 

Let  not  our  vigor  wane  ; 
How  sweet  to  know  the  faithful  here 
Shall  labor  not  in  vain. 

2  The  gleaners  soon  will  gather  in 

Witii  joy  their  precious  grain  ; 
The  weakest  Christian  soul  will  find 
His  labor  not  in  vain. 

3  The  welcome  song  of  harvest  home, 

We'll  sing  o'er  hill  and  plain. 
And  angel  clioirs  take  ui>  the  theme, 
AVe  labored  not  in  vain. 

4  But  sweeter  far  than  harps  of  gold, 

Wiien  He  who  once  was  slain, 
Shall  say  to  all  His  toiling  ones. 

Ye  labored  not  in  vain.  fanny  crosby. 

8ct  tn  muiiic  by  SILAS  J.  VAIL. 
Copyright,  1874.  in  "Songs  of  Craco  and  Olory.' 
Used  by  per.  liiglow  &  Maiu. 

WE'LL   WORK    TILL   JESUS    COME. 

"Thy  wnrlc  Khali  Iw  rewarded."-  Jcr.  xixi :  16. 

1    O  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh. 
When  will  the  moment  come. 
When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by, 
And  dwell  iu  peace  at  home  ? 


CnouLS — We'll  work  till  Jesus  comes. 

And  we'll  be  gathered  home, 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 

No  peaceful  sheltering  dome, 

This  world's  a  wilderness  of  woe, 

This  world  is  not  my  home. 

3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  fled  to  rest; 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam, 
And  lean  for  succor  on  His  breast, 
Till  He  conduct  me  home. 

4  I  sought  at  once  my  Saviour's  side. 

No  more  my  steps  shall  roam. 
With  Him  I'll  brave  death's  chilling  tide, 
And  reach  my  heavenly  home. 


KB8.   ELIZABETB  MILLS. 


HOME    MISSION    HYMN. 

Tune — "A  merica." 

1  Far  from  our  Father's  home, 
A  little  band  we  come 

To  worship  Thee ; 
The  same  love  we  adore, 
Here  on  the  prairie  floor. 
That  led  the  pilgrims  o'er 

The  stormy  sea. 

2  Be  Thou  our  Friend  and  Guide, 
Whatever  may  betide, 

In  this  new  land ; 
Help  us  Thy  will  to  see  ; 
Thy  servants.  Lord,  are  free ; 
And  may  we  ever  be 

Led  by  Thy  hand. 

S  The  earth  is  all  Thine  own ; 
The  harvests  o'er  it  strewn 

Are  Thy  bequest; 
The  gold  within  the  mine. 
The  fruits  upon  the  vine  ; 
Oh  I  when  our  laws  are  Thine, 

Then  all  is  blest. 

4  With  earnest  hearts  we  pray, 
Here  in  Thy  house  to-<lay. 

At  this  sweet  hour  ; 
Our  land  to  consecrate, 
To  make  each  added  state, 
In  truth  and  virtue  great  — 

Strong  in  thy  power. 

5  Our  strength  is  not  our  own  ; 
We  bow  before  Thy  throne. 

In  childlike  trust  ; 
Oh  !  bless  this  virgin  soul. 
Bless  all  the  hands  that  toil, 
And  let  no  evil  foil 

The  true  and  just. 

MRS.   M.  F.   BUTTS. 
1883. 


CHII.OKKN    OK    TlIK    MISSION    BANDS, 
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FAITHFULLY    ENDURE. 

Old  Tunc  —  "  Oiiwaril,  Christian  Soldier.' 

In  the  world,  O  Christian, 
Let  tiiy  lite  be  pure  ; 

Earthly  i'anic  or  riches, 
8eek  not  to  secure ; 

Still,  in  faith  and  patience. 
To  the  end  endure. 

—  In  the  world,  O  Christian, 
Turn  thy  heart  to  (iod. 
Walk  the  path  of   safety. 
Path  that  Jesus  trod. 

Riches  bring  temptation. 
Pleasure  bringeth  pain  ; 

If  God's  care  content  tliee, 
Great  shall  be  thy  gain; 

If  in  heaven  thy  treasure, 
Earth's  desires  shall  wane. 

"With  tlie  world,  O  Christian, 
Loiter  not,  nor  stay  ; 

Called  to  life  eternal, 
Onward  speed  thy  way. 

Till  the  Master  summons 
Thee  from  earth  awav. 


AN.MK  K.  MOULTON.      1883> 


HOME    MISSION   HYMN. 

Tune —  "/  love  to  tell  the  etory." 

1  "Wave,  wave  the  Gospel  batiner. 

With  cross  and  crimson  line, 
Unfurl  to  every  sinner 

This  signal  so  divine  ; 
Wave  it  on  Rocky  Mountain, 

On  old  PaciKc's  shore, 
By  flowing  stream  and  fountain, 

And  lowly  cabin  door. 

Chorus. —  Wave,  wave  the  Gt)spel  banner. 
With  cross  and  crimson  line. 
Till  every  unsaved  sinner 
Shall  joyful  hail  the  sign. 

2  Take  it,  ye  sons  and  daughters, 

Tiiat  from  our  firesides  go. 
Plant  it  besides  your  altars. 

Fear  not  the  sight  of  foe ; 
In  Utah  and  Wvominir, 

Far  to  the  setting  sun, 
Keep  still  our  ensign  waving 

Till  victory  is  won, 

3  The  foe  is  strong  and  wily  ; 

Scoffer  and  skeptic  vie 

To  pour  their  scorn  unholy. 

Our  standard  to  defy  ; 


But  we  will  surely  conquer. 

The  foe  will  soon  be  slain, 
The  land  we'll  tak(!  with  honor 

And  Christ  our  Kin;;  will  rei^n. 

4  Behold  !  the  thronging  nations 

Pour  in  on  every  side, 
They  come  from  ()rient  regions. 

And  countries  far  and  wide  — 
From  China's  flowery  kingdom. 

From  Erin's  blooming  isle. 
They  hear  the  voice  of  freedom, 

And  flee  from  bondage  vile. 

5  Tell  them  of  truer  freedom. 

Release  from  Satan's  chain, 
Proclaim  the  royal  ransom, 

Jesus  for  sinners  slain  ; 
His  name  is  on  our  banner. 

Above  the  cross  it  shines, 
Behold  it !  every  sinner. 

It  glows  iu  living  lines  ! 

MH8.    W.    W.    MCN'AIR.     1882. 


"WE'RE   GOING    HOME   TO-MORROW. 

(Aa  originally  written.) 

1  We'll  bear  our  burden  as  we  may, 

Nor  wish  it  were  some  other  ; 
We'll  trust  and  look  to  God  alway. 

And  strive  to  aid  a  brother. 
For  starless  though  it  be,  how  short 

This  voyage  of  our  sorrow  ; 
The  storms  but  drive  us  into  jwrt, — 

We're  going  home  to-morrow. 

Chorus. —  We're  going  home,  no  more  to  roam, 
ISo  more  to  sin  and  sorrow  ; 
No  more  to  wear  the  brow  of  care  — 
We're  goini;  home  to-morrow. 

2  Dear  Heaven,  fill  with  mercies  still 

The  cup  our  lips  are  pressing ; 
We  do  not  know  if  weal  or  woe. 

Would  hv.  the  greater  blessing; 
For  very  near,  when  all  is  drear. 

Is  He  whose  strength  we  borrow; 
Adown  life's  west,  how  bright  the  rest, 

We're  going  home  to-morrow. 

3  For  weary  feet,  there  waits  a  street 

Of  wondrous  pave  and  golden  ; 
For  hearts  that  ache,  the  angels  wake 

The  story,  sweet  and  olden  ; 
For  those  who  sleep,  and  those  who  weep 

Above  the  portals  narrow. 
The  mansions  rise  above  the  skies, — 

We're  uoini;  home  to-morrow. 

SUrUIA    T.    0RI!,W01.t>.       (PAI'lIKA.) 

(Bcc  page  322.)      Cbicagu,  1876. 


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JESUS'  JEWELS. 


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OH!  SEE  THEM  NOW  MARCHING. 


Words  and  Milody  by  PUCEBK  SPURLUCK. 


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2.  A-way  o'er  tin- jirai  -  rii's  wiiliM'oll  -  inij  wc  sim-.  Willi  ili(>  wav  -  in;;  of  i;riiss,like  the  hns-oiii  of  the  sea, 
A.  A-way  throui^h  tlic  val  -  leys. ami  o  -  vi>r  tin?  hills, 'I'liro' thtMvoodlands  they  conicaml  liy  low  pnsh-ing  rills, 
4.  Likt'stars    of    thi- morn- ing  thai hor-ald  the  light,  Ere  the  sun  coni-elh  forth    in  the  strength  of    his     might, 

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Lit  -  tie   fai   -  ry-like  forms  glid-iiig  on       o'er  the  way.    To    hail     with  glad  preet-ings  the  .Sab  -  hath  School  day. 
From  the  wide  Pit  -  y    full, 'midsl  the  gath  -  er- ingthrong, With  chiming   ofbells    they  come  marching     a   -    long. 
With  tlu'irsongs  and  tlicir  bannersthey  niarchon  their  way, Proclaiming  thecom  -  ing     mil-len   -  ni  -    al      day. 


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mnroliiin;,niiirrliing. 

Oh !  SCO    theni  now  marching,march  -  ing,    march-Ing,  With  their  songs, on  the  way.  With  their  songs, on  the  way, 

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Br  iranDiHioD,  from  "tiootfi  of  Loru."    l>ub.  bjr  CUUKCU  *  Co.    Sditod  br  DB.  U.  R.  PAUIEB. 


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WOMAN  IX  SACRED  SONO. 


WORK,    FOR   THE    NIGHT    IS  COMING. 

m  U  «ell-kii<>«n  li)-mn  Uiu  tM;ciiattribiilea  Ui  Re».  Sidney  Dyer,  who 
wni'.c  Dill'  of  tin;  i*iuu  uaiiio,  but  iiuitc  .liflcruiit  from  the  following,  lu  he 
hiiiiHuir  tolls  on.'  of  our  in.wt  pminlufiil  niimic  hoiw«. 

Tblanue.  wi  well  kuowu.  in^uie  ilJi  aiiiieiininoc  iu  the  year  1860  over  the 
■Ignalurcof  Aiiuie  L.  Wulkcr  of  C.iiiiula;  unci  since  it  ia  fouml  In  her 
Tnlumo  of  byiuna  aiul  poems,  and  a  nor  in  Rev.  Mr.  Dyer's  Collection,  it 
b  thought  iiui'.  •  safe  to  asjljn  l".  a  plac;'  In  "Womsn  In  ."^acrcd  Song." 
Douli'-hm  futuro  i-ditions  i-f  Iwioks  now  glTing  Mr.  Dyer  the  credit,  will 
mrnke  the  corrt-cliou.    At  U'asl.  an  eminent  music  doctor  thus  prophesies.) 


1  "NVoik.  for  the  niijlit  is  cominjr, 

Work  tlirough  tlie  inoriiiiij;  hours  ; 
"Work,  while  the  clew  is  sinirkliiig ; 

Work,  'mid  spriugiun  Howers ; 
Work,  wiieii  tlie  day  grows  brighter, 

Work,  ill  the  glowing  sun; 
"Work,  for  the  uight  is  coming, 

Wiien  man's  work  is  done. 

2  "Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Work  througli  the  sunny  noon  ; 
Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor; 

Rest  comes  sure  and  soon. 
Give  each  flying  minute 

Something  to  keep  in  store; 
AVork,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 

3  AVork,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunset  skies  ; 
Wliile  their  briglit  tints  are  glowing, 

Work,  for  daylight  flie.s. 
Work,  till  the  last  beam  fadeth, 

Kadeth  to  shine  no  more  ; 
Work,  while  the  night  is  dark'ning. 

When  man's  work  is  o'er. 

ANNIE  L.   WALKER.     1860. 

Cauadii. 


GEMS    FOR    HIS   CROWN. 

"On  His  head  were  many  orowna."  -Rev.  xix :  12. 
Tune—"  Wailimj  and  xoatchhig  for  mr." 

1  To  my  youth  came  a  voice  that  was  breathing, 

••  >Iy  child,  give  thy  heart  unto  Me ;  " 
Then  i  turned  from  earth's  wild  flowers  wreathing, 

And  answered  my  Saviour  to  Thee. 
Truly  blest  is  Thy  service  o'ertlowing 

With  love  that  is  freely  sent  down  ; 
Blessed  work  on  the  Lord's  errands  going 

To  gather  new  gems  for  His  crown. 

2  Yes.  the  hero  may  strive  for  earth's  glory, 

A  place  upon  fann'-'s  gilded  scroll  ; 
But  I  want  to  inscribe  the  sweet  story 

Of  .lesus  on  each  youthful  soul. 
We  shall  kt-ep  that  one  treasure  to  shine,  Lord, 

When  stars  from  their  stations  drop  down  ; 
For  we  work  for  the  souls  that  are  Thine,  Lord, 

We  seek  purest  gems  for  Thy  crown. 


3  When  my  soul,  over  death's  currents  drifting, 

Shall  float  from  the  moorings  of  time; 
AikI  the  breezes  of  heaven  come  lifting 

TIk!  curtains  from  visions  sublime ; 
Let  me  bring  Thee  a  circlet  unbroken. 

No  gem  from  its  place  scattered  down ; 
As  I  lay  at  Thy  feet  the  dear  token. 

The  geins  that  I  sought  for  Thy  crown. 

PKISCILLA  J.   OWENS. 

Set  to  music  by  w.  j.  wink  wortu. 
From  "  Holy  Voicea," 

"WAITING   FOR   JESUS. 

"  Waiting  for  the  coming  of  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ."—!  Cor.  1 :  7. 

1  Wailing  for  Jesus,  and  working  while  I  wait ; 

His  laborers  they  are  few  ; 
So  I  will  work  with  an  earnest,  loving  heart. 
And  hands  that  are  kind  and  true. 
Chorus. — Waiting  for  Jesus,  and  working  while  I  wait ; 
Surely  my  heart  is  bli-st ; 
Waiting  for  Jesus,  and  working  while  I  wait ; 
And  then  going  home  to  rest. 

2  Waiting  for  Jesus,  and  working  while  I  wait ; 

Sowing  on  hiil  and  plain  ; 
Reaping  with  care  all  the  fruit  of  earnest  toil, 
A  harvest  of  golden  grain. 

3  AVaiiing  for  Jesus,  and  working  while  I  wait ; 

What  though  the  hours  .seem  long ; 
Greater  the  harvest  I  then  may  garner  in. 
And  sweeter  the  harvest-song. 

MI.t8  X.    E.    RERVOS8. 

Set  to  music  by  oEo.  c.  uu<i<i. 
By  per.  From  "  The  Crowning  Tritmiph."    F.  A.  North  &  Co. 

HELPING    BY    PRAYER. 

"  Helping  together  by  prayer  for  us.'  —II  Cor.  i :  11. 
Tune — "  /  am  so  glad  that  our  Father  in  Heavtn." 

1  There  are  pain-prisoned  souls  who  would  work  for 

the  Lord, 
And  spirits  bowed  down  with  life's  burdens  and 
care ; 
There  are  wee  little  hands  that  small  help  can  afford, 
But  none  are  too  weak  to  be  helping  by  prayer. 
Chorus. — None  are  loo  young  to  be  helping  by  prayer; 
None  are  too  weak  to  be  heli)iiig  by  j)rayer ; 
Each  child  of  God  in  this  duty  may  share, 
For  Jesus  will  hearken  to  all. 

2  Lo  !   the  harvest  is  white,  and  the  world  field  is 

broad  ; 
The  weak  with  the  strong  others'  burdens  would 
bear ; 
Then  how  dear  to  the  hearts  of  the  children  of  God 
To  know  thai  they  all  may  be  helping  by  prayer. 

3  There  are  generous  hearts  that  are  not  rich  in  gold. 

Who  only  a  mite  from  their  pittance  can  spare. 
Yet  art!  giving  a  mint  ne'er  on  earth  to  be  told, 
For  none  are  too  poor  to  be  helping  by  prayer. 


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Oh !  the  Lord's  work  dotli  wait,  and  the  helpers  aru 
few, 
But  more  than  the  worldly  in  blindness  derlare ; 
For  they  eount  not  His  loved  ones  so  tailhlnl  and 
true, 
Who  never  forget  to  be  helping  by  prayer. 

MlaH  M.  K.  HEavnwi. 
Set  to  miuic  by  E.  h.  loiicnz. 
From  "  Holy  Voices. "    ITnlUxl  Bn-tlircu  I'ub.  Ilouau.  Ditytou,  O. 

BUSY   GLEANERS. 

Dedicated  t<>  the  "  Uiuy  (ilvaaun  "  Minion  bknda. 
Tune  —  "  iltirlirr  ur  Rr/ujr." 

1  We're  a  band  of  busy  gleaners. 

Toiling  on  life's  harvest  plain  ; 
And  we  follow  fast  the  rt-aptrs, 

(iatherinj^  up  the  seattered  gi'ain. 
From  the  eorners  oft  negieetcd. 

From  the  wayside  trampled  o'er, 
Golden  seed  is  often  gathered. 

To  inerease  the  j>recious  store. 

2  Do  not  slight  our  earnest  labor. 

Though  no  siekle  bright  we  wieM  ; 
Drop  some  handfids  kind  on  jmrpose, 

As  we  follow  through  the  field. 
We're  a  band  of  busy  gleaners, 

Starting  work  at  early  dawn  ; 
We  will  follow  on  rejoicing 

lu  the  joyous  light  of  morn. 

FRIM'ILLA  J.  OWVSH.     1883. 

Sat  to  moaio  by  B.  B.  loresz.    In  "  Uuljr  Voioeii." 

THE  MASTER  HATH  NEED  OF 
THE  REAPERS. 

"  The  harrciit  truly  la  plrnteoiu,  but  the  laborers  are  few.  —  "  Matt.  Ix:  37. 

1  Th<>  Mastrr  bath  need  of  the  reapers, 

.Villi,  idler.  He  calleth  for  thee; 
Come  out  of  tile  mansions  of  pleasure, 

From  the  palare  of  revelry  flee. 
Soon  the  shadows  of  eve  will  be  f  illing, 

Wirh  the  mists  and  the  dews  and  the  rain  ; 
Oh  I   what  are  the  worhl  and  its  follies. 

To  the  mold  and  the  rust  of  the  grain  ? 

2  The  Master  hath  need  of  the  rea|)er.s, 

And.  worker.  He  ralleth  for  thee ; 
Oil !   what  are  thy  dreams  of  ambition. 

To  the  joys  that  hereafter  shall  be? 
There  are  tokens  of  storms  that  are  coming, 

.Villi  summer  is  fa.st  on  the  wane; 
Then,  alas  I   for  the  hopes  of  the  harvest. 

And  alas  I  for  the  beautiful  grain. 

3  The  Master  hath  need  of  the  reapers. 

And  lie  calleth  for  you  and  for  me; 
Oh  I   haste  while  the  winds  of  the  morning 

Are  blowing  so  freshly  and  free. 
Let  the  .sound  of  the  .seythe  and  the  sickle 

Re-echo  o'er  hilltop  and  plain  ; 
And  gather  the  sheaves  in  the  garner. 

For  golden  and  ri|)e  is  the  grain. 

MRM     Rljlltnr  TMOMPNOIT. 

Set  to  music  by  rev.  a.  baltzell.    Is  "  Oatcsof  rratM.* 


A    STARLESS    CROWN. 

A  cruwQ  o(  glory  thai  (aduth  oot  airay.  —  I  Teter  T.  i. 

1  Oh  I  shall  I  wear  a  starless  crown, 

In  yonder  world  of  glory  ? 
Or  will  some  little  friend  be  found 

To  whom  I've  told  the  story  — 
The  wondrous  story  of  the  cross. 

The  siilferiiigs  of  the  Savir)iir, 
Who  died  that  IIi-  from  worldly  dross 

Might  win  us  to  His  favor. 

Chorus. — O  happy  day  I  O  lia|)py  place  ! 
We  soon  shall  meet  together. 
Where  .lesiis  stiinds  with  smiling  face 
To  crown  us  His  forever. 

2  A  youthful  army  now  we  stand, 

Our  Captain's  word  is  given. 
We'll  onward  move.  His  blest  command 

Will  guide  us  on  to  heaven. 
When  raiisom'd  hosts  shall  gather  round 

The  Lamb  on  Zion's  mountain. 
Oh  !  there  may  we  in  ranks  be  found. 

Beside  the  living  fountain. 

tVUI*   IiA.\T»:ii. 

C'opyrliibtM  and  Set  to  ma«lc  by  T.  E.  reiiKi.Nn. 

Uied  by  |j«r.  Biglow  k  Main.     "Songi  of  SaltaUou." 


THE    ROSE   OF  SHARON. 

Tune  -  ••  Wrbb." 

1  The  dewy  rose  of  Sharon, 

How  sweet  it  scents  the  air  ; 
A  crown  of  niat<hless  glory, 

Upon  the  forehead  fair. 
So  we,  in  deeds  of  goodness, 

I'ntil  our  life  shall  close. 
May  scatter  bloom  and  fragrance. 

Like  Sharon's  dewy  ro.se. 

2  How  many  souls  have  wandered. 

Without  a  helping  hand. 
Their  li^ht  and  beauty  faded. 

Our  bark  upon  the  strand. 
When  one  small  act  of  kindness, 

One  little  look  of  love, 
Might  add  another  jewel. 

To  Jesus'  crown  al)ove. 

3  Oh  !  m.iy  we  erring  creatures, 

Though  few  our  talents  be, 
A  band  of  young  disciples. 

Our  Saviour's  footprints  see. 
And  may  we  humbly  follow 

Till  life's  uncertain  close. 
And  leave  in  death  a  frairrance, 

Like  .Sharon's  dewy  rose. 

Moaic  fratn  NOixowar. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


THE    EARTH. 

1  Hurled  from  tlie  center  of  Inlinito  Cause, 
Kept  ill  tliy  puthwiiy  by  unerring  laws, 
Spinning  ahvay — "vvitliont  haste,  without  rest," 
(jlatlly  ohcying  a  higiier  behest, 

Singing,  swinging  along 
With  ghidness  and  song, 
Ripening  the  grain  and  rigiiting  the  wrong. 

2  O'erlicad  the  etlier  bends  stainless  and  blue, 
While  the  broad  fields  of  Heaven  expand  to  the 

view, 
Star-strewn,  they  glimmer  with  clusters  so  white. 
Their  silvery  blossoms  illumine  the  night. 

Hieing,  flying  along 

Willi  glailness  and  song. 
Ripening  the  grain  and  righting  tlie  wrong. 

3  Year  after  year  and  age  after  age. 

The  birth  of  the  savage,  the  death  of  the  sage, 
Mark  thy  great  cycles  through  uttermost  space, 
Careering  with  stars  in  a  majestic  grace, 

Whirlinsr,  swirlinsr  alon<i 

With  gladness  and  song, 
Ripening  the  grain  and  righting  the  wrong. 

4  Ever  and  ever  thou  weavest  our  fate, 
Klieth  thy  shuttle  both  early  and  late. 

Farther  from  darkness,  from  gloom  and  from  strife. 
Nearer  the  fountain  of  Love  and  of  Life; 

Singing,  swinging  along 

With  gladness  and  song. 
Ripening  the  grain  and  righting  the  wrong. 


HESTER   M.    POOLK. 

In  the  "Manhattan."    1885. 


CHRISTMAS. 

1  Here  comes  old  Father  Christmas, 

AVitli  sound  of  fife  and  drums  ; 
AVith  mistletoe  about  his  brows, 

So  merrily  he  comes. 
His  arms  are  full  of  all  good  cheer. 

His  face  with  laughter  glows, 
He  shines  like  any  household  fire 

Amid  t':e  cruel  snows. 

2  He  is  the  old  folks'  Christmas  ; 

He  warms  their  hearts  like  wine. 
He  thaws  their  winter  into  spring. 

And  makes  their  faces  shine. 
Hurrah  for  Fatlu'r  Christmas! 

Ring  all  the  merry  bells  I 
And  bring  the  grandsires  ;dl  around 

To  hear  the  tale  he  tells. 

3  Here  comes  the  Christmas  Angel, 

So  gentle  and  so  calm  ; 
As  softly  as  the  falling  flakes. 

He  comes  with  flutt;  and  ijsalm. 
All  in  a  cloud  of  glory. 

As  once  n|>i)n  the  jilain. 
To  shejjherd  boys  in  .Jewry, 

He  brings  good  news  again. 


4  He  is  the  joung  folks'  Christmas, 
He  makes  their  eyes  grow  bright 

With  words  of  hope  and  tender  thought. 
And  visions  of  delight. 

Hail  to  the  Christmas  Angel  I 
All  peace  on  earth  he  brings  ; 

He  gathers  all  the  vouths  and  maids 


Beneath  his  shiuiuj'  win^s. 


KOSE  TERRY  COOKE, 


THERE'S    A    WONDERFUL    TREE.    • 
CHRISTMAS. 

There's  a  wonderful  tree,  a  wonderful  tree. 

The  ha[)py  children  rejoice  to  see  ; 

Spreading  its  branches  year  by  year. 

It  comes  from  the  forest  to  flourish  here. 

Chorus. 

Oh !  this  beautiful  tree,  with  its  branches  wide, 

Is  always,  is  always  blooming  at  Christmas-tide. 

'  Tis  not  only  in  summer's  silvery  sheen 

Its  boughs  are  broad  and  its  leaves  are  green  ; 

Blooming  for  us  when  wild  winds  blow. 

And  earth  is  so  white  with  her  feathery  snow. 

And  a  voice  sweetly  tells,  its  branches  among. 

Of  watchful  shepherds  and  angels'  song  ; 

And  of  a  Babe  in  manger  low. 

The  beautiful  story  of  long  ago. 

Oh  !  then  spread  thy  full  branches,  wonderful  tree ! 

And  bring  some  dainty  present  to  me, 

Filling  my  heart  with  a  burning  love 

For  ilim  who  once  came  fioiu  Ills  home  above. 


Set  to  music  by  scbiij.ino.    In 


.MRS.    M.   N.   MEIGS. 

'  Songs  of  Gladness." 


LITTLE    THINGS. 

Written  for  a  "  Mite-box  Opeuing."  ami  insori'ud  to  "Tho  Merry  Workers  "  ot 
Canton,  III.  188i. 

INTKODUCTOKY    RKCITATION. 

We  lightly  speak  of  "little  things," 

But  oft  forget  to  count 
The  separate  trifles,  thus  to  find 

Their  actual  amount. 

We  say,  "  How  can  our  little  help 
Enrich  the  great  Home  field  ?  " 

The  Lord  can  multiply  the  seed, 
And  give  abundant  yield. 
The  world  is  made  of  little  things, 

A  saying  true  as  trite ; 
We  find  our  courage  in  the  word, 

As  each  one  gives  her  mite. 
And  so,  to  keep  ourselves  in  heart, 

While  here  we  bring  our  hoard. 
We'll  call  to  mind  some  "little  things'' 

Wherein  that  i)ower  is  stored. 


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No.     1. fiUAINS    OK    SAM). 

Tin'  inouiit:iiii>*  hij;Ii,  lh(!  oocaii  1h;ii1i, 

Till'  1)10:1(1  and  li  Tlilf  lain!, 
Are  (lcl)Lor.s  to  tiit-  iiiiiliitiuli; 

Of  tiiiv  jiraiiis  of  saml. 
The  vvimls  ami  waters  tliivt-  and  ciil, 

AikI  sift  out  grain  by  grain, 
Not  knowing  vvlieri-unto  their  work. 

May  by  and  by  attain. 

No.  2. OUASS    IlLADES. 

One  little  blade  of  grass  alone — 

How  trivial  and  forlorn  ! 
But  He  who  eanses  two  to  grow 

Where  one  did  greet  the  morn, 
Is  pieeing  ont  the  fair  green  robo 

Wiiieh  doth  our  earth  adorn. 

No.    3. <iKAIX3    OF    WHEAT. 

The  boundless  prairies  turn  to  gold, 

Heiiealli  the  sununer  sun  ; 
The  histories  of  harvest  tiehls 

Siiow  fortunes  lost  and  won. 
The  heads  of  wheat  must  slowly  fdl, 

And  ripen  i/ntiii  by  t/niin, 
¥Asc  toil  of  hand,  and  hope  of  bread 

Alike  will  be  in  vain. 

No.     4. LEAVES. 

Tlie  countless  leaves  upon  the  trees, 

A  whispcrfd  h-sson  give, 
Reinintling  of  the  "healing  le.ives," 

Whereby  the  nations  live. 
IIow  many  bitter  streams  of  strife, 

Whieii  death  and  sorrow  yield. 
Might  bless  our  land,  if  they  could  be 

Like  Marah's  waters  healed! 

No.    5. RAY3    OF    LKiHT. 

From  one  great  source  come  all  the  rays 

That  make  the  perfect  day. 
And  every  small  and  radiant  beam 

Will  find  it.s  own  bright  way. 
Whieh  one  of  all  could  well  be  spared, 

No  mortal  tongue  can  say. 

No.    6. — T>EWnROP9. 

The  earlv  dewdrops  may  refresh 

As  well  as  plenteous  rain  ; 
Tlie  sun  his  image  seeks  in  each. 

And  searches  not  in  vain. 
The<e  morning  offerings  that  we  bring. 

May  some  refresluneit  In-ar, 
Anil  though  so  small  we  trust  our  sun 

May  see  His  image  there. 


No.  7. — SWEET  onoun. 

In  what  mimit<-,  subsUmtial  form 

Uare  jierfunies  may  )»•  found  ; 
A  tiny  grain  or  drop,  alone. 

May  seent  the  air  amnnd. 
Those  "  vials  full  of  o<lors  sweet," 

llefore  the  throne  of  gold, 
"We  help  to  (ill  —  Oh  !    wondrous  thought. 

And  privilege  untold  ! 

No.  H. KKAGMEXT8. 

The  "crumbs  swept  up,"  the  morsels  save<l. 

The  things  of  tritling  cost. 
Are  precious  fragments  in  His  sight, 

Wiio  said,  '*  Let  none  be  lost." 

No.  0. COUDS. 

Of  slender  fdamiiits  and  frail, 

A  iai)le  may  be  wrought. 
And  none  can  say  one  fragile  thread 

May  count  ther<-in  for  naught. 
♦'A  threefold  conl,"  the  Scripture  says. 

Is  dithcult  to  bre.nk; 
"With  love  and  prayers,  and  offerings  meet. 
Our  triple  cord  we  make. 

No.    10. JEWELS. 

Like  tiny  clusttired  diamond  points 

Around  a  central  gem. 
Our  little  deeds  may  shine  at  last 

In  .lesus'  <liadeni. 
AVhi  11  nations  shall  before  Him  fall. 

And  gladly  crown  Him  '*  lyonl  of  nil. 


CL03IN<;    HYMN. 


To  bo  suns  by  tho  Band, 
able  coinniou  metre  tuue. 


Air,  "Cliristmns,"  or  any  suit- 


Receive,  O  Lonl,  tho  mitos  we  bring  ; 

We  leave  them  in  Thy  liand ; 
Thy  toueli  can  change  our  triHing  gifts. 

To  values  higii  and  grand. 

Our  Father's  (lo«l  I  our  country's  hope  ! 

To  Thee  we  lift  our  eyes  ; 
All  things  are  Tliiue,  yet  offerings  small 

Thou  dost  not  hence  despise. 

Oh  I  speed  the  day  when  Thou  shalt  bo 

In  all  our  liordirs  known  : 
When  all  the  ".strangers  in  our  midst" 

Shall  worship  Thee  alone. 


jri.i*  n.  jnttuwron. 


^oxF..—  A  prcttv  receptacle  for  the  "  uiiie,"  ihniild  he 
placed  up<in  a  table,  llie  v..nii  •  iiU  should  take  their 
places  niMMi  the  ]>latform  t«  I  c;»rh  In  turn  «t*p 

forward  to  empty  her  l«)x      .  licr  allotted  part  of 

tho  exercise,  first  giviui;  lU  ttu<  (  io:.:i>. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


NOTHING    IS    LOST. 


THE    LITTLE   ONES. 


1  No  s(hm1  is  lost,  thou5.;h  long  it  lie, 

Det'it  liiddi'ii  in  tlie  soil, 
Or  if  uuiiouii.slu'il  it  may  die, 

Despite  tiie  sower's  toil. 
It  is  not  lost  aitiiough  it  ne'er 

In  licautcous  verdure  .spring. 
As  grain  of  dust,  'twill  help  to  rear 

Some  other  seed  or  thing. 

Choris. —  No  seed  shall  die,  nothing  be  lost, 
No  influence  lose  its  power, 
The  .seed  shall  change,  the  lost  be  found 
In  some  i)ropitious  hour. 

2  O  cheering  thought !  each  little  seed 

We  late  or  early  sow, 
Though  it  be  destined  or  decreed 

Never  to  sprout  or  grow, 
To  leaf  nor  luscious  fruit  nor  flower, 

Nor  precious,  golden  grain, 
Some  thing  will  prove  some  future  hour, 

We  sowed  it  not  in  vain. 

3  O  blessed,  joy-ir.spiring  thought ! 

Not  one  material  thing 
Is  wholly  lost  —  one's  poverty 

To  others  wealth  may  bring, 
For  compensation  is  a  law 

Fixed  by  almighty  power, 
And  granite  rocks  may  grow  from  seed 

Too  weak  to  bear  a  flower. 

4  Nothing  is  lost,  our  words  and  deeds 

Which  seem  to  lack  in  power. 
For  good  or  ill,  are  fruitful  seeds 

Awaiting  but  their  hour. 
Their  favoring  circumstance  or  time 

In  which  to  grow  and  bloom. 
And  help  some  soul  to  God  and  heaven. 

Or  speed  it  to  its  doom. 

5  For  influence  is  a  mighty  wave, 

Forever  rolling  on. 
On  through  all  time,  though  to  the  grave 

Mortality  be  gone. 
And  onward  it  shall  ever  roll, 

Despite  all  human  skill, 
E.verting  upon  many  a  soul 

Some  power  for  good  or  ill. 

6  O  solemn,  wholly  solemn  thought ! 

Our  influence  is  a  power,  t 

Miiihty,  though  subtle,  and  is  fraught 

With  issues  every  hour. 
For  good  or  ill.  for  weal  or  woe, 

From  dawn  till  set  of  .sun, 
Whate'er  our  state,  where'er  we  go, 

Outward  the  currents  run. 

ANIUF.  Fl-LLF.U.     1883. 
In  "  The  Vcnturo." 


( Eight  little  children  ;  ibe  smaller  the  better.) 

First  Child.   (  With  gilt  star.) 

A  little  star  across  the  night, 

I  shine,  I  shine  ! 
I  am  not  like  the  others,  bright, 

I  shine,  I  shine  ! 
There  are  so  many  larger,  far, 
And  I  am  but  a  little  star  ; 
Yet  since  God  bids,  I  shine  afar, 
That  God  may  smile  on  me. 

Second  Child.  (  With  tiny  glass  full  of  water.') 
A  little  drop  of  Summer  rain, 

I  fall,  I  fall  ! 
To  bless  the  dry  and  thirsty  plain, 

I  fall,  I  fail ! 
One  little  drop,  so  very  small  ! 
The  thunders  through  the  heavens  call. 
So  at  God's  bidding  I  will  fall 
That  God  may  smile  on  me. 

Third  Child.  (  With  crystal  ball.) 

A  little  drop  of  evening  dew, 

I  rise,  I  rise  ! 
To  freshen  some  small  leaf  anew, 

I  rise,  I  ri.se  ! 
And  though  so  small,  you  scarce  can  see, 
And  very  few  will  notice  me, 
At  God's  call  I  come  willingly. 
That  God  may  smile  ou  me. 

Fourth  Child.  {With  small  flower.) 
A  little  bud  ujjon  the  grass, 

I  bloom,  1  bloom  ! 
They  tread  upon  me  as  they  pass, 

I  bloom,  I  bloom  I 
I  am  not  bright  as  roses  rare, 
I  am  not  like  a  lily  fair, 
But  at  God's  bidding  I  am  here 
That  God  may  smile  ou  me. 

Fifth  Child.  (  With  a  small  leaf.) 

A  little  leaf  ujion  the  tree, 

I  grow,  I  grow  ! 
Wave  in  the  soft  wind  happily, 

I  grow,  I  grow  ! 
Hundreds  are  greener  here  in  spring, 
And  I  am  such  a  little  thing ; 
But  in  God's  sight  I'm  shimmering, 
And  God  will  smile  ou  me. 

Sixth  Child.  {With  crown  of  brotcn  feathers.) 
A  little  bird  upon  the  bough, 

I  sing,  I  sing  ! 
So  many  birds  are  singing  now, 

I  sing,  I  sing ! 
Tee-wee  !   tee-wee  !  is  all  my  song, 
And  yet  I  sing  the  whole  day  long; 
For  i  to  God's  full  choir  belong,     . 
And  God  w  ill  smile  on  me. 


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Seventh  Child.   {ITolduuj  a  small  cron-iin  clasped 
hands.) 
7  A  little  chilli  beneath  the  sun, 
I  pray,  1  l>ray  ! 
Although  a  very  little  one, 

1  pray,  I  pray  ! 
Hundreds  are  far  more  wise  and  f^rand, 
And  I  so  little  undersUmd, — 
Yet  by  my  dear  Lord's  side  I  sUmd 
Anil  He  will  smile  on  me. 
i:u//ith  Child.  ( IInldi>,'j  a  pidm-hratirh  or  a  irreath 
of  Jioicers.      She  should  he  dres.ned  wholh/  in  while.) 
b  A  little  angel  in  the  sky, 
I  praise,  I  praise  1 
And  swiftly  at  (iod's  bidding  fly, 

I  |)raise,  I  praise  ! 
The  other  angels,  bright  and  strong. 
Are  filling  all  the  heavens  with  song; 
Yet  (lod  ean  hear  His  little  one, 
And  God  will  smile  on  mo. 

r.LLKN    MUUKAY,    1882. 

WHERE   SHALL   THE    CHILDREN    FIND 
JESUS? 
First   Voice. — 

Who  is  this  upon  Nazareth  hills, 
(iathering  lilies  that  grow  by  the  rills  ? 
J_ll —       .lesus  of  Na/aretii ;   from  .Icrusaiem 

lie  came  with  his  parents,  was  subject  to  them, 
Second  Fi— Who  is  this  in  the  Bethany  home. 
Where  he  at  eventide  loved  to  come  ? 
jill, —      Jesus  of  Nazareth  ;  low  at  His  feet 
Mary  is  learning  her  lessons  sweet. 
Third  V. — Who  is  this,  when;  the  waters  eool 

(Jleam  as  they  flow  from  Siloam's  pool  ? 
Jill —      .Icsus  of  Na/arcth  ;  tender,  kind, 

vStands  by  Siloam  and  heals  the  blind. 
Fourth  V. — Who  is  this  in  the  eventide. 

Walking  up  slowly,  o'er  Olive's  side  ? 
Jill, —      Jesus  of  Nazareth  goes  that  way. 

Thither  He  comes,  by  night,  to  pray. 
Fifth  V. — Who  is  this  by  the  blue  sea's  shore. 

Watching  the  waves  when  night  is  o'er  ? 
All.—      Jesus  of  Nazareth;  it  is  He, 

Waiting,  his  tisher-frieuds  to  see. 
Sixth  V. — Who  has  come  at  the  ruler's  cries, 

Bidding  his  little  daughte'r  rise  ? 
All. —       Jesus  of   Nazareth;  and  He  said, 

"  Maiden,  arise !  "  "  She  is  not  dead  !  " 
Seventh  V. — Who  is  this,  when  the  mothers  press 

Near  Him,  that  He  tin  ir  bubes  may  bless? 
All. —      Jesus  of  Nazareth;  kindly  He 

Says,  "  Lot  the  little  ones  come  to  me." 
Eighth  V. — Sweetly  our  glimpses  of  Jesus  fall ; 

This  is  the  dearest  one  of  all : 
All.—       Jesus  of   Nazareth  !  let  mo  l>e 

One  of  the  little  ones  blessed  by  Thee. 

MHS.   M.   B.  C.  RLADK.      1880. 


HEAVENLY    FOUNDATIONS- 

"Till'  Fouiidutloim  of  tlic  Hi-ovi-nly  (Mty  auJ  their  Ij»U)pui«e  "— 
R.V.  xxi     18-  21. 

First  Voice. — 

City  of  God^Oh  !  iiow  bright  and  how  fair 
Seem  thy  pun;  pearly  gates  in  that  heavenly  air  ! 
What  a  Hood  of  clear  light  from  thy  jasper  walls  gleams, 
As  each  foiindation-sUme  in  its  own  beauty  beams  I 
Methinks  as  each  slone  has  a  li>/ht  of  its  own. 
So  »!ach  Hash  to  our  hearts  be.irs  a  magical  tone  : 
And  there  breathes  fnun  each  gem  a  wonl  of  gotnl 

cheer, 
Such  as  Howers  in  their  beauty  bring  to  ns  here. 
I  would,  my  dear  sisters,  we  might  by  tiieir  light. 
Their  language  receive.  an<l  translate  it  aright. 
So  that  we,  as  our  eyes  toward  those  glistening  walls 

turn, 
From  their  beauty  may  ever  some  new  h-sson  learn, — 
Some  glimmer  of" truth  that  may  light  up  the  way 
Our  weary  feet;  tread,  towanl  those  portals  of  <lay. 

Second  T  of ce. — .1  .\  s i ■  k ic. 

Methinks  the  Jasper,  first  in  sight. 
Beaming  on  all  with  cluery  light. 
Withholding  not  a  single  ray 
To  others  due.      Yet  from  the  day. 
So  shrouding  its  own  heart  from  view, 
That  not  a  ray  can  pierce  it  through, 
Kmblems  the  Great  Mysterious  One, 
Who  sits  upon  the  jasper  throne. 
And,  shedding  light  on  all  around. 
Still  wrappe«l  in  mystery  profound, 
In  wavs  we  cannot  comprehend. 
Works  out  His  purpose  to  the  end. 
Third  J  o('w.— S ArriiiuK. 

The  second  gem's  cerulean  hue. 
The  Sajiphire,  with  its  heavenly  blue, 
Seems  like  the  heart  tliat  finds  above 
Its  noblest  joy,  its  jmrest  love. 
Hiding  no  secret  in  its  breast. 
But  loving  heaven's  own  hue  the  besU 
Fourth    V^oice. — ('iiai.cf.I)«»nv   (Cornelian). 
The  stone  that  next  we  see 
Blood-red  Chalcedony. 
Keminds  us  that  we  owe 
Our  life,  our  all  In-low, 
To  Him  whose  bloixl  alone 
Could  for  our  sin  alone; 
Shall  not  its  language  be 
To  us.  Humility?' 
Fijih  Voice. — Kmku.m.d. 

Oh !  yes,  suih  let  it  be. — 

Nom-  but  the  roiilrite  heart 
From  sinful  pride  set  free. 

Can  in  that  bbxxl  liave  parU 
And  now  upon  our  sight 

Mildly  the  Kmeralil  gb.ams. 
As  Hop<''s  refreshing  light 
U|Mm  our  path"  «v  b<  :im>. 


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WOiVAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


tSixth  Voice. — Sardontx. 

And  i>ifn<liiiu  wiili  its  vornul  \\<i\\t 

Tlie  lil'tli  f()uii(l:iti<)ii-sl()iK', 
AVitli  |»ali-  rost;  lull-  iiiid  zoiii's  of  white, 

Hrtatlu's  Love  in  evi-iy  tone. 
'Twas  Love  tliat  reared  tiiese  inaHsions  fair, 

'Tis  Love  that  hids  us  come, 
And  while  it  reigns  siij)ren)ely  there, 

'Tis  Love  conducts  us  home. 
Seventh  Voice. — Saudits  (Rubv). 

(lose  1)V  there  flashes  on  the  sight 
The  Sardiiis,  with  its  rnhy  light; 
An  cndtlcin,  in  its  regal  ray, 
Of  princely  gract;  antl  dignity. 
AVell  may  its  imrning  brilliance  grace 
The  walls  where  reigns  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  truly  fitting  is  this  gem 
To  deck  His  royal  diadem. 
Eighth  Voice. — Cukvsolite  (Diamond). 
Clear  as  the  crystal  waters  are, 
Pure  as  tlu'  face  of  heaven  fair, 
Tlie  seventh  foundation  beams  in  sight. 
The  Diamond,  or  the  Chrysolite. 
Truth,  like  this  adamantine  gem, 
Ne'er  feels  corroding  touch  of  time, 
Hut  faithfully,  reflects  each  ray 
From  early  dawn  till  twilight  gray. 

N^inth  Voice. — Bi:rvl. 

And  now  the  Beryl's  sea  green  hue 
Beside  the  Diamond  gleams  in  view, 

With  softened  light ; 
Emblem  of  knowledge,  deep,  profound, 
Like  ocean-<lepths  no  line  can  sound, 
Yet  ever  bright. 
Tenth  Voice. — Topaz. 

We,  ninthly,  in  the  Tojiaz  trace 
The  symbol  of  that  kingly  grace, 

Sweet  Clemency. 
Oh  !  were  uot  this  inscribed  above, 
Banished  for  aye  from  light  and  love, 
How  lost  were  we  ! 
Eleventh  Voice. — Chrysoi-rasus. 
And  yet,  assured  of  this. 

We  turn  with  grateful  thought, 
The  tenth  foundation  trace. 

With  grace  and  beauty  fraught. 
Its  vernal  coloring 

]\Iinds  of  green  fields  and  bowers, 
And  of  that  promisi-d  sj)ring 
That  wakes  immortal  flowers. 
Twelfth  Voice. — Jacinth. 

And  there  the  Jacinth  gleams. 

With  its  warm  and)er  ray, 
Like;  day's  dei)arting  beams, 

Knd)lera  of  victory. 
Even  in  the  darkest  hour. 

The  skies  all  overcast. 
We'll  trust  our  Father's  power 
For  victory  at  last. 


Thirteenth   Voice. — AMETnvsT, 

The  last  foiuidation-stone, 
With  beauty  ail  its  own, 
HetKcls  its  violet  ray. 
Like  clouds  at  set  of  day. 
Type  of  Immortal  joy, 
Of  bliss  without  alloy  ; 
Such  is  our  heaveidy  rest, 
O  lovely  Amethyst. 

Eirst  Voice. — 

Precious  thoughts,  my  dear  sisters,  j^e've  gathered  and 

brougiit 
That  with  memories  fragrant  may  ever  be  fi'aught ; 
And  like  stars  on  the  main,  to  the  mariner  lost. 
May  guide  some  poor  soid,  on  life's  sea  tempest-tossed, 
To  that  haven  of  rest  where  no  angry  winds  blow. 
But  the  breezes  sigh  soft,  and  the  still  waters  flow. 
And  may  we,  all  too,  read  these  lessons  aright, 
And  ever  press  on  toward  the  City  of  Light, 
Through  temptations  and  trials  e'er  grasping  the  liand 
Of  Jesus,  our  Guide,  our  Protector,  and  Friend. 

ORKIK   M     GAVI.ORD. 

lu  ••  Good  Tuues."    1881. 


THE   CHILDREN'S    DAY. 
"  He  hath  blessed  thy  children  within  thee." 

1  The  children's  day  has  come  again, 

The  day  of  bloom  and  roses  ; 
With  joy  we  lift  our  hearts  to  God, 

In  whom  our  faith  reposes  ; 
Another  year  has  passed  away. 

We  meet  with  hope  confiding. 
Would  cast  our  flowers  at  Jesus'  feet, 

In  His  dear  love  abiding. 

2  The  children's  happy  day  returns 

With  brightest  music  ringing, 
And  all  the  hills,  and  e'en  the  dales 

Are  full  of  Nature's  singing  ; 
Now  we  would  join  in  thankful  notes, 

And  sing  our  Saviour's  praises. 
Let  all  this  glorious  band  awake, 

While  each  their  tribute  raises. 

3  Tlieii  greet  the  coming  year  with  song, 

The  ojiening  year  before  us. 
Rejoice  in  Christ,  the  children's  Friend, 

His  banner's  waving  o'er  us  ; 
The  suunner  days  are  full  of  joy, 

And  bright  the  fields  are  smiling, 
With  loving  hearts  each  other  greet, 

Thus  life's  fair  hours  beguiliug. 

RATE  GLSHN. 

Set  to  music  by  a  o.  unsei.d     In  "  c;oapel  Light." 
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SING.   CHILDREN,-   SING. 

"Oh,  come,  let  \u  alng  uuto  the  Lord."— Pb.  xct  :  1. 
Tutio  —  "  From  Ortmland'a  iey  Muuntaiiu." 

1  Come,  children,  happy  chihlren, 

AVlio  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
Join  in  a  .soiiix  of  praises, 

And  spread  al)r()ad  His  fame; 
Now  raise  your  hapjn'  voices 

And  joyful  offerings  i)rinif, 
For  .lesus  loves  the  children  — 

Sinfj.  children,  sing ! 

2  And  when  ajjain  lie  cometh 

To  gather  up  His  own. 
He'll  not  forget  the  children, 

The  jewels  of  His  crown  ; 
Then  sing  aloud  His  praises. 

And  songs  of  gladness  bring. 
For  Jesus  loves  the  children  — 

Sing,  children,  sing ! 

3  When  we  are  safely  landed 

Upon  tlu!  lieaveidy  shore, 
We'll  join  with  all  the  ransomed 

Ti)  praise  Him  evermore; 
We'll  swell  tlve  miglity  chorus, 

And  joyful  anthems  sing, 
For  .lesus  loves  the  children  — 

Slug,  children,  sing ! 

Mils.  M.  M.  WEINLAND.     1883. 
From  "  Gates  of  Praise." 


2  One  voice  of  song  we  miss,  one  maiden  face; 
One  sister  hath  from  her  accustomed  place 

Gone  upward  and  passed  on, —  * 
Passed  on  to  where  in  glad,  eternal  youth 
She  learns  again  the  blessed  words  of  truth ; 
So  while  this  rose-white  wreath  1  hang  the  cross  upon, 

We  say,  God's  will  be  done. 

3  Our  brother,  teacher,  leader,  Christian  friend, 
His  life  so  full  of  years,  had  glorious  end; 

His  crown  was  nobly  won. 
Through  life,  God's  "likeness"  sought  he  till  he  cried. 
Waking  in  heaven,  "  I  am  satisfied." 
So  while  this  full,  ripe  sheaf  I  lay  the  cross  upon, 

We  say,  God's  will  be  done. 

4  What  shall  be  left  to  grow  till  autumn's  prime, 
Or  what  cut  down  in  life's  midsummer  time  ? 

He  knows,  the  Allwise  one. 
Then  for  our  brother  whom  He  called  to  rest 
In  manhood's  fulness,  say,  "  He  knoweth  best," 
So  while  this  broken  branch  I  hang  the  cross  upon, 

We  say,  God's  will  be  done. 

5  We  count  not  these  as  losses ;  rather  say 

We  count  our  gains  this  joyous  Children's  Day, 

Bright  with  the  glad  June  sun. 
Each  loved  one  now  in  bliss  eternal  dwtdls. 
So  while  the  cross  of  pain  with  iminorlelle.s. 
Bright  symbols  of  immortal  life,  I  crown. 

We  say,  God's  will  be  done. 

From  "Good  Times."  when  edited  by  MB8.  slade.  188L 


MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

In  many  of  the  churches,  on  Children's  Day, 
reference  is  made  to  those  members  of  the  school 
who  have  died  during  the  year.  In  St.  Paul's 
Methodist  Church,  Fall  River,  Mass.,  last  year,  the 
following  exercise  was  used.  A  large  cross  was 
covered  with  evergreen.  Five  young  ladies  stood 
before  it.  Their  recitations  referred  to  a  little 
child,  a  young  lady,  a  young  man,  and  an  elderly 
person.  The  tirst  hung  upon  the  cross  a  wreath 
of  rosebuds  ;  the  second,  a  white-rose  wreath  ;  the 
third,  a  sheaf  of  ripe  wheat ;  the  fourth,  a  broken 
branch  of  green,  fresh  leaves;  the  fifth  crowned 
the  cross  with  a  wreath  of  immortelles.  With  slight 
changes  this  will  lit  the  similar  needs  in  any  school. 
At  the  close  of  each  stanza  the  choir  chanted  "Thy 
will  be  done." 

1   Memorial  offerings  in  my  hand  I  hold ; 
Out  from  our  Hock  up  to  the  heavenly  fold 

One  little  lamb  has  gone  ; 
More  fair  than  flowers  that  meet  our  earthly  eyes, 
To-dav  he  sees  the  flowers  of  Paradise. 
So  wliile  bright  buds  I  bring  for  our  dear  little  one, 

AVe  say,  God's  will  be  done. 


RECITATION    FOR    CHILDREN'S    DAY. 

[Seven  little  girls  enter,  each  bringing  a  bouquet,  and 
as  the  fioAers  are  hiinded  to  the  pastor,  the  lalti^r  arran- 
ges them  in  a  circle  on  a  small  stand  at  his  side,  and 
wlien  the  recitations  are  ended,  he  gives  a  little  sermon, 
taking  the  flowers  for  his  text.] 

First  speaker.     (Bringing  daisies.) 
The  daisy  is  the  children's  flower. 

For  with  its  winsome  grace 
It  makes  earth's  dreariest  corner  seem 

A  fairy-haunted  place. 
Sweet  type  of  child-like  innocence, 

It  stars  the  meadows  green. 
And  brightens  up  the  wayside  dell 

With  its  golden-centered  sheen. 

Second  Speaker.     (Bringing  roses.) 

The  rose  means  love  —  (ilod's  love  to  us. 

For  earth  was  drear  and  sad 
Until  to  prove  His  tender  thought. 

And  make  His  children  glad, 
II(!  sent  His  shining  angels  forth 

From  their  fair  home  above. 
To  scatter  roses  far  and  wide. 

And  whisper,  "  God  is  love." 


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Third  speaker.     (Bringing  violets.) 
1  tliiiik  (jod  meant  tlie  violets 

To  teacli  us  to  he  true. 
So  trustingly  tliey  turn  to  lliin 

Their  eyes  of  lu;;ivenly  blue  ; 
And  always  when  I  elianee  on  them 

In  Held  or  garden-plot, 
They  seem  to  murmur  in  His  name, 

"  My  child,  forget-me-not." 

Fourth  speaker.     (Pansies.) 

The  pansy  with  its  sunny  face, 

I  tliink  the  dear  Lord  sent 
To  have  us  learn,  whai  e'er  our  let, 

Therewith  to  be  content. 

Fifth  speaker.     (Iloney-suckles.) 

Honey-suckles,  from  their  fresh  lips 

Breathe  forth  fragrance  all  tiie  day  ; 
Thus  may  we  with  love  and  kindness 

Sweeten  hours  of  toil  aud  play. 

Sixth.     (Lilies.) 

Fair  as  a  star  the  lily  lifts 

Its  glad  face  to  the  light, 
And  wiiispers  to  each  little  child, 
"  Dear  heart,  be  pure  aud  white." 

Seventh.     (Clover.) 

Clover  blossoms,  white  and  red. 
Yield  the  busy  bees  their  bread ; 

Industry  tiie  clover  teaches. 

And  its  little  sermon  preaches 
Everywhere  it  lifts  its  head. 

All  recite  in  concert. 

Of  all  these  blossoms  fair  and  true, 

That  bloom  in  sun  and  rain, 
We  weave  with  happy  thoughts  to-«lay 

A  more  than  magic  chant  ; 
The  violet's  tender  faithfulness. 

The  [)ansy's  heart  content ;  • 

The  purity  of  lilies  white, 

With  love  and  sweetness  blent, 
Of  these,  with  patient  industry. 

Each  little  child  may  wind 
A  bright  and  fadeless  talisman 

About  the  heart  to  bind. 

MAKY    B.    SLEIGHT. 

Sag  Harbor,  N.  Y.    1885. 


HIS    BANNER    OVER    ME    WAS    LOVE. 

Cant  vi  :  4. 

Five  young  girls  have  each  a  little  banner,  of 
which  is  printed  LOVE,  and  upon  which  an 
wreaths  of,  first,  roses;  second,  lilies;  third,  buv 
tercups.  or  dandelions;  fourth,  daisies;  fifth,  \'i 
rious  field  and  garden  flowers.  Each  lifts  her  ban 
ner  at  the  last  line  of  her  stanza. 


First  recites. 

I  am  the  rose  of  Sharon. —  [Cant,  ii :   1. 
I  went  into  my  garden,  tiie  roses  blossomed  fair  ; 
I  wove  a  garland,  fragrant  as  the  myrrh  and  spices, 

there ; 
I  thank  the  Lord  that  made  them, —  I  lift  them  up 
above, — 

"And  His  banner  over  me  is  love." 

Second  Jiecites. 

I  am  the  rose  of  Sharon  and  the  lily  of  the  val- 
ley.— [Cant,  ii:   1. 
I  went  into  the  valley  ;  snowy  lilies  there  I  found. 
Of  them  a  lovely  garland,  white  and  sweet  and  jjure,  I 

bound. 
I  thank  the  Lord  that  made  them, —  I  lift  them  u[) 
above, — 

"  Aud  His  banner  over  me  is  love." 

Third  Jiecites. 
We  will  make  thee  borders  of  gold. —  [Cant,   i:   2. 
I  went  into  the  meadows,  and  from  tiie  grassy  mold 
I  wove  for  me  a  garland,  a  crown  of  blossom-gold  ; 
I  thank  the  Lord  that  made  them, —  I  lift  them  up 
above, — 

"  And  His  banner  over  me  is  love." 

Fourth  recites. 

We  will  make  thee  borders  of  gold  with  studs 
of  silver. —  [Cant,  i :  2. 
I  went  upon  the  hillside  and,  beautiful  and  bright, 
I  wove  for  me  a  garland  of  daisies,  silver  white  ; 
I  thank  the  Lord  that  made  them, —  I  lift  them  up 
above, 

"  And  His  banner  over  me  is  love." 

Fifth  recites. 

The  flowers  appear  on  the  earth. —  [Cant,   ii :    12. 
I  went  where  earth  was  beautiful  with  blossoms  all 

around  ; 
I  wove  for  me  a  garland  of  all  the  flowers  I  found; 
I  thank  the  Lord  that  made  them, —  I  lift  them  up 
above, — 

''  And  His  banner  over  me  is  love." 

Sixth  recites. 

Lo,  the  winter  is  past,  the  rain  is  over  and  gone  ; 
the  flowers  a])pear  on  the  earth  ;  the   time  of  the 
singing  of  the  birds  is  come, —  [Cant,   ii :   11,   12. 
I  hear  the  voice  of  gardens,  of  meadow,  vale  and  Htdd ; 
'^'hey  weave  themselves  a  garland  of  all  the  flowers 

they  yield  ; 
\hey  raise  a  fragrant  chorus  to  their  ]Maker  up  above, 
"  For  His  banner  over  them  is  love." 

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CCELO    ET    TERRA. 

(Tliirf  (Mil  lie  used  as  a  Moniorial  Service,  chang- 
ing tlie  plural  in  tin;  "lloavcii"  verses  to  the  singu- 
lar. It  can  he  saidat  an  Entertainment  by  placing 
tiiose  who  recite  the  "Heaven"  verses  out  of  sight. 
It  woultl  he  most  effect ively  rendered  hv  liaving 
several  dressed  in  mourning  on  a  darkened  half  of 
the  platform  ;  otliers  dressed  in  white,  on  the  other 
side  brilliantly  lighted. 

A  hymn  of  praise  sung  together,  in  which  "Eartli" 
reciters  should  take  the  second,  would  be  an  appro- 
priate liiiish.) 

Earth. — Our  steps  are  firm  o'er  rock  and  sand, 

We  liaste  across  the  wild, 
Our  eyes  meet  lightning,  storm,  and  cloud, 

As  fearless  as  some  child 
Held  safely  in  its  ^father's  arms 

Across  a  dangerous  foi'd  ; 
And  when  tlu;  darkness  groweth  worse 

We  speak  Thy  name,  our  Lord. 

Heaven. — Our  steps  are  light  across  the  smooth, 

Deep  green" of  Heaven's  lea, 
Our  eyes  draw  in  the  waveless  light 

That  fills  eternity. 
So  satisfied,  so  utterly, 

Comiiletely  satisfied, 
We  cannot  think,  or  wish,  or  will, 

For  aught  to  be  beside, 

Earth. — We  struggle  upward,  resolute. 

We  catch  and  elinib  and  cling 
As  travelers  by  an  Alpine  mere, 

Weary  and  shuddering; 
Yet,  undeterred,  towards  the  Light 

We  strive  with  aching  ijrain. 
With  failing  feet  and  panting  breath 

We  fall  and  yet  attain. 

Heaven. — Tlic  seraph's  knowledge  droppeth  through 

His  speech,  as  honey  sweet ; 
Our  thoughts  are  rising  hour  by  hour 

New  gifts  of  strength  to  meet. 
And  still  the  Light  ineffable 

Allures  each  nnising  soul. 
While  swift  from  saint  to  answering  saint 

The  kindling  raptures  roll. 

Earth. — The  snows  of  many  winters  drift 

O'er  many  a  church-yard  stone, 
Each  hides  some  memory  in  the  heart 

To  sorrow  o'er,  alone. 
And  yet,  we  cannot  feil  afraid 

Wiiili!  night  su(u;eeds  the  morn  ; 
For  (lod's  iiand  hoMcth  us  and  ours, 

We  do  not  feel  forlorn. 


Heaven. — The  earthly  snows  were  white  and  cold, 

The  dying  day  grew  weak  ; 
One  last  word  for  our  weeping  friends 

We  strove  in  vain  to  speak. 
How  strange  such  sorrow  seems  to-day 

Li  heaven's  summer  glow. 
While  God's  hand  holdetli  us  and  ours 

Li  peace  above,  below. 
Earth. — We  serve  our  God  with  service  low,  • 

How  feeble  and  how  poor, 
With  trembling  hands  and  blundering  lips 

And  oft  repentance  sore. 
Tlie  censer-coals  are  dimmed  by  tears, 

The  incense  is  but  sighs  ; 
Yet  when  we  fall  down  at  His  feet 

His  goodness  bids  us  rise. 
Heaven,. — We  serve  our  God  with  joyous  praise 

Within  His  temple's  bound  ; 
Forever  near  His  altar  stand. 

And  swell  the  anthem's  sound. 
We  minister,  in  garments  white, 

As  holy  priests  to  Him  ; 
No  imperfection  stains  our  robes, 

No  discord  mars  our  hymn. 
Earth. — Some  day,  across  the  shadows  drear. 

Of  death,  our  feet  shall  go  ; 
And  we  must  meet,  as  meet  we  may. 

The  Jordan's  overfiovv. 
But  when  upon  the  other  side 

Lost  friends  around  us  press. 
We'll  say,  "For  sorrow,  parting,  death. 

Our  Father's  love  we  bless." 
Heaven. — Some  day,  across  the  sapjjhire  hills. 

And  o'er  the  fields  of  balm, 
•  Our  loved  from  earth  shall  come  and  stand 

Within  our  groves  of  palm. 
And  we  shall  say,  "Beloved  hail 

To  peace  and  happiness! 
On  earthly  snows,  on  heavenly  hills. 

Our  Father's  love  we  bless." 

ELLEN  MURKAY,  iu  "Good  Times."    1882. 

QUESTION    AND    ANSWER. 

FOR  CHILDREN'S  DAY. 
INFANT  CLASS. 
[Teachers  should  indicate  proper  gestures  for  primary 
class  as  they  mention  feet,  eyes,  ears,  liands,  etc.  For 
instance,  when  hands  are  mentioned,  l(!t  a  forest  of  little 
hands  be  stretched  out  to  show  willingness  to  help.  Let 
the  questions  be  sung  by  the  main  school,  the  answers 
by  the  primary  class.] 

School. —  Dear  little  restless  feet, 

Where  are  you  going  to-day  ? 

Pr.  C —  Treading  the  path  that  leads  to  heaven, 
Errands  of  love  to  us  are  given. 
Errands  of  love  !  errands  of  love  ! 

S. —  Dear  little  feet!  dear  little  feet ! 


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Dear  little  helping-liaiids, 

What  are  you  doing  to-day  ? 
Carrying  flowers  to  tlic  sick  and  sad, 
llelj)ing  to  make  them  strong  and  glad. 
Dear  Hide  liands  !  dear  little  hands  ! 
Helping-hands,  helping-hands. 
Dear  little  watchful  eyes, 

Wliat  are  you  seeing  to-day  ? 
Sunlight  and  starlight,  buds  and  flowers, 
Given  to  cheer  tiiis  world  of  ours. 
Dear  little  eyes  !  dear  little  eyes ! 
AV'atching  eyes,  watching  eyes. 
Little  speaking  lips. 

What  are  you  saying  to-day  ? 
Telling  how  Jesus  calls  us  home, 
Suffer  tlie  little  ones  to  come  !  " 
Dear  little  lips  !  dear  little  lips  ! 
Yes,  we  will  come  !  yes,  we  will  come ! 

ALICF,   M.    GUERNSEY.      1881. 

In  "  Primary  Teachers'  Monthly/ 

THE    SPARROWS. 

From  these  quaint  old  roofs  and  cliimneys 

To  the  steps  and  courts  below, 
A  crowd  of  noisy  sparrows 

Are  flitting  to  and  fro. 
Now  chattering  to  each  other 

Upon  the  moss}-  eaves ; 
Now  cliirping  in  full  chorus 

Amid  the  dry  leaves. 
1  have  wondered  long  and  often, 

What  they  find  to  do  and  say ; 
How  such  little  restless  creatures 

Can  keep  busy  all  the  day. 
I  know,  though  never  idle. 

That  they  neither  toil  nor  spin, 
Nor  barn  nor  storehouse  have  they. 

And  tlie  hoarded  grain  within. 
Yet  I  never  once  have  wondered 

How  those  birds  are  housed  and  fed. 
That  in  thinking  of  the  morrow 

They  have  neither  care  nor  dread. 
For  I  know  our  Father  careth 

For  His  creatures  weak  and  small ; 
That  His  watchful  eye  regardeth 

The  sparrow  ii  it  fall. 
Yet  my  faith  grows  weak  and  falters 

'Neath  the  weight  of  future  years, 
And  my  lieart  is  overburdened 

With  the  morrow's  anxious  fears. 
Their  cost  —  the  merest  trifle — 

A  farthing  would  repay  ; 
My  priceless  soul  is  surely 

Worth  far  much  more  than  they. 
O  faitlilcss  heart  and  foolish! 

Siiall  the  cliiidrcn  starve  for  bread? 
Or  shall  needfid  shelter  fail  them. 

While  the  birds  are  housed  and  fed  ? 


MAKIK  R08HEAU. 


CHILDREN'S    MISSION. 

1  Upon  the  wintry  wold. 

Far  from  the  city  lights. 
With  keen,  benumbing  cold 
Come  down  tlie  dismal  nijrhts. 

Who  wanders  there. 

Sinks  in  despair. 

No  human  cheer 

Can  reach  his  ear. 

2  "A  child  is  lost!  "  the  cry 

Thrills  throujjh  the  niidniirht  air; 
And  men  from  far  and  nigh. 
With  ready  hearts  are  there. 
Children,  awake  ! 
Nor  slumber  take 
Till  they  shall  come 
Who  bring  it  home. 

3  There  is  a  legend  old, 

Tliat  once  a  gentle  saint. 
Out  of  the  dark  and  cold 
A  little  child  did  take. 

She  clothed  and  fed ; 

And  in  its  stead, 

In  beauty  fair. 

The  Christ  stood  there. 

4  Give  to  the  lost  ones  love, 

The  light  of  God's  great  home  ; 
Theirs  here,  and  theirs  above, — 
So  Christ  to  them  shall  come. 

Oh  !  let  us  pray, 

God  speed  the  day 

When  Christ  shall  hold 

All  in  His  fold  ! 

MISS  H.   8.  WAKE.      1882. 


WHAT   DO    WE    BRING? 


1  Such  costly  treasure  the  wise  men  gave 

To  the  baby  in  Palestine, 

Burnished  gold,  which  perhaps  some  slave 
Unearthed  from  a  sunless  mhie, 
Myrrii  and  frankincense,  rare  and  fine ; 

Nothing  of  theirs  too  good  or  sweet 

To  lay  at  the  infant's  feet. 

2  What  do  we  bring  our  Lord  in  heaven  ? 

Frankincense  of  holy  thought  ? 

Wrongs  forgiven  seventy  times  seven. 
Loving  kindness  rendered  for  naught, 
Deeds,  precious  as  gold  the  Magi  brought? 

Notiiing  of  ours   is  too  costly  or  sweet 

To  lay  at  His  wounded  feet. 

MARY   A.    rRKBCOTT.  1880. 

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THE    LEGEND    OF   THE    ASPEN. 

KcKiH'cKulIy  iuKcribc'd  to  the  Rev,  Guurgu  II.  Hcpworth,  D.D. 

1  Tlu  If  niniicth  an  ancient  legend, 

How  years  and  years  ago, 
"When  Jesus,  the  Infant  Saviour, 

Did  dwell  on  earth  below  ; 
And  how,  when  the  cruel  Herod 

The  Innocents  did  slay, 
There  came  to  Joseph  commandment  — 

"Take  mother  and  child,  and  stay 
In  Egypt,  secure  from  Herod, 

Xor  tarry  in  tiiy  way." 
They  rode  from  the  Kingly  City, 

All  tiirongh  the  woods  at  night, 
And,  blazing  in  all  their  splendor, 

Tiie  stars  their  way  did  light. 
And  cedar,  and  oak,  and  olive, 

Did  all,  with  one  accord, 
Bend  lowly  his  nodding  branches, 

In  homage  to  Christ  the  Lord, 
Excepting  the  stately  Aspen  : 

"  1  yield  to  none,"  said  she, 
"  My  reverence  nor  my  homage, 

I'm  Queen  of  ev'ry  tree." 

2  There  ran  a  shiver  of  horror 

Through  every  twig  and  branch  — 
A  mighty  trembling  along  the  stems 

Of  the  Aspen's  leaves  so  blanche ! 
"  Because  of  thy  pride,  thy  leaflets," 

The  Holy  Child  did  say, 
"  Shall  nevermore  cease  thy  trembling. 

But  (piiver  for  aye  and  aye." 
So  runneth  the  quaint  old  story 

Of  ages  long  ago  ; 
And  tcacheth  it  not  a  lesson 

To  us  as  we  onward  go  ? 
Who  will  not  accord  due  rev'rence, 

And  honor  give  to  God, 
Shall  tremble  sore  at  His  presence 

In  the  day  of  Christ  the  Lord. 

MAItY  K.   IIAE.sKLBAKTn.  1884. 


THE    CHRIST-CHILD. 

1  The  gates  of  glory  opened  wide, 

An<l  down  their  shining  path  of  light 
An  angel  host,  with  songs  of  joy. 

Brought  wondrous  news  to  earth  one  night. 

2  The  Christ-child,  from  the  realms  of  love. 

The  promised  hope  of  Israel, 
The  Morning  Star  and  King  of  kings. 
Had  come  on  earth  with  men  to  dwell. 

3  And  o'er  the  plains  the  angels  sang 

At  midni<_'iit.  of  ri'd('ni|>l ion's  morn; 
The  bnidcn  of  their  song  was  love. 

Its  message  sweet :    "  A  child  is  born." 


4  What  wonder  that  the  Judah  hills 

ile-echoed  far  that  song  of  peace  ! 
What  wonder  brigiit  angelic  ones 
Had  sung  an  anthem  ne'er  to  cease ! 

5  That  echo  rouml  the  world  has  swept. 

And  thrills  Judea's  hills  once  more  ; 
That  song,  for  eighteen  hundred  years. 

Has  cheered  earth's  weary  hearts,  and  sore. 

6  To-night  the  Christ-child  comes  again  ; 

No  manger  now  siiall  be  His  bed  ; 
For  scarce  a  home  but  waits  for  Him 
Who  had  not  where  to  lay  His  head. 

7  And  bearing  perfect  peace  and  joy. 

He  enters  every  waiting  heart. 

Abides  with  all  who  welcome  Him, 

And  ne'er  unbidden  will  depart. 

Ulliii   M.    E.    XERVOS8.    1883. 

From  "The  Christmas  Shiaf,"  copyrighted  by  Praug. 
By  iicr. 

CHRISTMAS   GIVING. 

Beat  soft,  O  happy  heart ! 

Think  of  that  wondrous  birth ! 
The  King  forgets  His  throne 

For  the  needy  of  the  earth. 
Haste  to  forget  thy.self  ! 

Remember  His  decree, 
"  Who  glveth  to  My  poor. 

He  givetb  unto  Me." 

MH8.  M.  F.  BUTTS. 
In  the  "  CompaoioB.' 


CHRISTMAS   CAROLS. 

1  On  the  plains  of  fair  Judea, 

Bathed  in  soft  and  lambent  light. 
Streaming  from  the  star-lit  heavens, 
She])her(ls  watch  their  flocks  by  night. 
Peaceful  smiles  the  sky  o'erbrooding 

Lowly  fountain,  lofty  palm. 
Sleeping  flock,  and  watching  shepherd, 
With  its  quiet,  holy  calm. 

2  Softly,  through  the  shimmering  starlight, 

Steals  a  strain  of  silvern  song ; 
Lo  !  the  echoing  hills  of  Judah 
Waft  the  glad  refrain  along. 
"Glory,  glory  in  the  highest!  " 

Rings  through  all  the  star-lit  sky; 
Lo !   the  lovely  vales  re-echo, 
■'Glory  be  to  God  Most  High!" 

3  Angel  bands  in  shining  raiment 

Fill  the  arch  of  heaven's  blue  dome. 
Sweep  their  lyres  to  strains  triunq)hant 
Sounding  from  their  heavenly  home. 
"(;iorv,  glory  in  the  highest! 

Peace  on  earth,"  they  sweetly  sing  ; 
"Joyful  news,"  they  shout,  "glad  tidings, 
Shepherds,  unto  you  we  bring." 


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4  Loud,  exultant,  rinjr  their  cliDials, 

Aiij:el-V(>ices  swell  tlie  soiii;, 
Dowirirom  heav'ii,  in  •ileamiii;.'  hri^ilitiicss, 
Wiuj;'*  :i  J-'lii'l,  aseriptive  tlirniij:. 

"Cilorv,  filory  in  the  hi-^hest  !  5 

lluto  men  nood  will."  they  King; 
"Peace  on  earth,  our  joyful  tidiii^'s, 
Christ  is  born,  your  Saviour,  King!  " 

5  Smile  the  starry  skies  above  theuj. 

Smile  tlie  hills  and  vales  below, 
Roek  and  rill  an<l  starlit  fountain 
Smile  beneath  the  radiant  j:low. 

"Christ  is  born  in  Hethlehem's  city." —  G 

Loud  tiie  Christmas  carols  rin-:: 
"I'eaeooM  earth,  we  brinj:  goo<i  tidin-rs, 
Clirist.  the  Lord,  is  lK)rn  your  Kin^'." 
6    I'raisinii  (lod,  the  herald  ani:els 

Came  from  heav'ii  to  eartli.in  joy; 
Glorious  throuj,'h  the  vanished  ajres. 

Still  (lod's  praise  their  lips  employ.  7 

I'raisini;  (Joil.  let  Christmas  carols 

From  earth's  ransomed  voices  ring — 
Glory,  ulory  in  the  Highest! 
Glory  bo  to  Christ,  our  King! 

MABY   K.  C.  WTCTU, 


LED    BY    THE    STAR. 

1  Led  by  a  star  they  camo 

And  knelt  at  llis  feet ; 
Brini,dni;  line  <;old  and  myrrh, 

And  incense  sweet. 
No  royal  sign  lie  wore, 

No  robe  nor  ring. 
Yet  in  tiieir  souls  they  kuew 

He  was  the  King. 

2  Watching  their  flocks  by  night, 

Marvillous  strains 
Came  to  the  shepherds,  on 

.ludea's  plains. 
Swill  from  the  li|)S  of  that 

M\stical   throng. 
Down  to  their  waking  hearts, 
Came  the  glad  song. 
And  what  w.-us  the  song  th.it  was  sung  on  that  won- 
derful, fur-off   morning. 
When  the  voice  of  the  heavenly  hosts  gave  the  duti- 
ful shepherds  warning? 
What  was  the  gift  that  was  given  to  the  worhl  that 

day.  as  far 
To   the    place  where   the  yonng  child  lay,  the  Wise 

Men  followed  the  stJir? 
Glory  to  Gwl  on  high  —  the   infinite   majesty  prov- 
ing. 
Peace  and  good  will  to  men,  the  sign  of  on  infinito 
loviuij ; 


A  gift  from  the  soul  of  love  —  unmeftRure<l  by  earthly 

price, 
Tiie  song  of  homage  and  truth,  and  iM-auly  and  sac- 
rifice. 
The    star   the  Wise  Men   saw   with  hope  in  its  gra- 

ciiiU',  beaming. 
The    star   of    a   «hathlo«8    love,    still    diimes    for  a 

world's  redeeming  ; 
And   still    to   the   deejK-st   depths    the    heart   of    the 

worlii  is  stirred. 
By  the  song  that  so  long  ago  the  Judean  shepherds 

iieard. 
Sweetly  the  self-same  strain  may  rise  from  lips  that 

falter ; 
Weakest  of  hands  may  bring  the  choicest  of  gifts  to 

the  altar  ; 
'Gainst  tin-  truest  and  best  of  giving  there's  never  a 

\\o\x  nor  bar. 
Wise  and  simple  alike  may  follow  the  shining  star. 
Peace  and  good  will  to  men  ;  O  bells  in  the  sUeplc, 

ring  it. 
Peace  on  earth  and  good  will  ;  O  brother  to  brother. 


sing  U 


Up  to  "he   mountain   tops    and    rlown    to  the  vales 

bi'Iow, 
On  and  on,  forever  let  the  Christmas  message  go. 
8    Ring  out.  O  bells  \    O  songs 
Uplifting,  glad  atid   sweet. 
Your  music  to  all  time  belongs. 
So  long  as  hearts  shall  Iwat ! 
Sing,  heart,  the  perfect  strain, 
)  Again  and  yet  again  ; 

The  immortal  song  of  praise  to  God 
And  love  to  men. 

CABLOTTA    rr.RBT. 
Milw»uke«. 

girs.  €.  Ittslin  gnnarli  (Culling. 

Tlie  aathor  of  the  folloiring  wM  tho  d«ufhter  of  Robert  Barard.  &q  , 
of  (llrnwo<Kl.  X  V.  By  manrUgr  «hr  hrcamc  Mm  rult'-n  Cu'lltig.  »n.l 
reni.le,!  in  X.W  York.  Al».ul  1840  .1id  wr.lr  <\»\U-  .xtc  .»iT.  ly  f..r  r)>^ 
t,(.mr,  ir.«-/.J.  «..!  nr  KxirkrrlHKkrr.  .Icnlni  .lii-I'ly  .-r  i..ltl»l»,  u>,\ 
h.T  writlniri  w.-rt!  nfu-n  »ttri»>iit<vl  i>i  ir.M.iI.-m"n.  Htr  «ato'r«  mn 
markixl  t.y  »o  <«nirtt  ih.mghlfulnMfc  »ii<I  a  «troii«.  hi«lt"  lul  lni»«lii«tfcJO. 

A    FUNERAL   CHANT    FOR    THE 
OLD    YEAR. 
1   'Tis  the  death-night  of  the  solemn  ( »ld  Year! 
And  it  calleth  from  its  shroud 
With  a  hollow  voice  and  loml. 
Hut  serene. 
And  it  saith  :  —  "  Wliat  have  T  given 
That  hath  brought  thee  nearer  heaven? 
I).>s|  thou  weep,  jw  one  forsaken. 
For  the  treasures  I  have  taken  ? 
.Standest  thou  lieside  my  hears* 
With  a  blei^iuL'  or  a  curse? 
Is  it  well  with  th*-*'.  or  worse 
That  I  have  been  ?  " 


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2  '  Tis  tho  (loatli-iiiulit  of  the  solemn  Old  Year  ! 

TIk-  m'niiii^iit  .sjiadcs  tiiat  fall, — 
They  will  serve  it  for  a  pall, 
III  their  gloom  ; 
And  the  misty  vapors  crowding 
Are  the  witlured  corse  enshrouding; 
And  the  black  clouds  looming  off  in 
Tile  far  sky,  have  plumed  the  collin, 
But  the  vaults  of  human  souls 
"Where  the  memory  unrolls 
All  her  tear  besprinkled  scrolls, 
Are  its  tomb! 

3  '  Tis  tho  death-night  of  the  solemn  Old  Year ! 

The  moon  halli  gone  to  weep 
With  a  mourning  still  and  deep 
For  her  loss ; 
The  stars  dare  not  assemble 
Through  the  murky  night  to  tremble; 
Tile  naked  trees  are  groaning 
Willi  an  awful  mystic  moaning. 
Wings  sweep  upon  the  air, 
Wiiich  a  solemn  message  bear, 
And  hosts,  wiiose  banners  wear 
A  crowned  cross ! 

4  ■  Tis  tlie  death-night  of  the  solemn  Old  Year ! 

Who  make  tlie  funeral  train 
AVheii  the  queen  hath  ceased  to  reign? 
Wlio  are  here 
With  the  golden  crowns  that  follow 
Ail  invested  with  a  halo  ? 
With  a  splendid  transitory 
Shines  the  midnight  from  their  glory, 
And  th(!  pa'an  of  their  song 
Rolls  the  aisles  of  space  along, 
But  the  left  hearts  are  less  strong, 
For  they  were  dear ! 

5  '  Tis  the  death-night  of  the  solemn  Old  Year ! 

With  a  dull  and  heavy  tread 
Tramping  forward  witii  the  dead 
Wiio  come  at  last  ? 
Ling'ring  with  their  faces  groundward, 
TlitMigh  their  feet  are  mareliing  c.iward, 
Tln'y"are  shrieking, —  they  are  calling 
On  tlie  rocks  in  tones  appalling, 

But  Earth  waves  them  from  her  view. 
And  tlie  God  light  dazzles  through. 
And  they  shiver,  as  sjtars  do 
Before  the  blast  I 

6  '  Tis  the  death-night  of  the  solemn  Old  Year  ! 

We  are  parted  from  our  place 

In  iier  motiieriy  embrace, 
And  are  lone  I 
For  the  iniant  and  the  stranger 
It  is  sorrowful  to  change  lier  ; 


She  hath  cheered  the  night  of  mourning 
With  a  ])roinise  of  the  dawning; 

Slie  iiath  sliared  in  our  delight 

With  a  gla<liiess  true  and  i)rigiit : 

Oh  I   we  ih'cmI  lurr  joy  to-night, 
But  slie  is  gone  I 

Miiti'    £.  J.   B.   CVTTINO.     1817. 


MOTTOES    FOR    THE    NEW    YEAR. 

Wititin'jl—  Workingl—  WaminuJ—  Waking  1 

(Lukoxii:  36)  (Mark  ilii:  341  (Ezek.  iii:  17,  (Cant,  t:  2)    —WaleKingl 
(Mark  ziii :  37.) 

(Tune — "  Wt  art  icatching,  >re  are  tnaitinu.") 

1  We  are  waiting  for  the  coming  of  the  Master  we  hold 

dear ; 
We  are  longing  just  to  greet  Him  and  to  hail  His 

drawing  near, 
For  our  loins  are  girt  and  ready,  and  our  lamps  are 

trimmed  and  bright ; 
We  are  waiting  for  the  signal  that  will  say  He  is  in 

sight. 

2  But  we  would  not  have  Ilim  find  us  standing  idle  all 

the  day. 
So  we  learn  to  work  while  waiting,  doing  something 

by  the  way  ; 
And  we  find  that  working  for  Him  is  a  toil  so  truly 

sweet, 
That  we  almost  wish  for  tarrying  in  the  coming  of  His 

feet. 

3  And  we  know  that  He  has  bidden  us  bring  others  to 

His  love, 
And  we  long  to  fill  the  mansions  that  are  waiting  us 

above ; 
So  while  we  work   we  dare  not  fail   to  warn  each 

straying  heart, 
That  in  our  Lord  and  in  our  home  they  too  may  have 

a  part. 

4  Sometimes  we  almost  wearv  of  our  constant  gaze  on 

high. 
And  our  hearts  grow  dull,  and  hopeless  of  His  speedy 

drawing  ni"h  : 
Then  comes  our  need  of  ^caking,  for  each  moment 

brings  Him  near. 
And  the  sign.il  lights  of  Heaven  daily  s-hine  more 

bright  and  clear. 

5  Thus  we  stand,  with  waking  heart-look,  till  tlie  night 

of  life  shall  cease, 
Watching  for  tiie  golden  day-<lawn  that  shall  lierald 

liglit  and  peace  ; 
When  t!ie  dim  earth-mists  that  sadden  flee  before  the 

sunrise  l)rigiit, 
And  our  hearts  lie  fullv  gladdeiM'd  in  our  Saviour's 


jlurioub  liglit ! 


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GIVING   AND  GROWING:    WITHHOLDING 
AND    WITHERING. 

1  Uiiapproaclied   and   unfathoined,    yet    meeting    the 

needs, 
The  want  and  the  yearning  Humanity  ])leads, 
Sweeping  down  through  tiie  ages,  unfailing,  unspent, 
The  Ljirht  of  one  Life  iliroujjh  all  love  has  blent. 
Like  leaf  from  a  tree,  tiny  bud  from  rich  bowers, 
A  breath  of  perfume  from  a  garden  of  flowers, 
A  wliispering  chord,  on  iEolian  strings. 
From  hijrh-swellinij  anthems  when  full  chorus  rin^s  ; 
Like  spray   from    the   sea,  —  rolling   boundless  and 

blue, 
So,  all  that  is  beautiful,  spotless  and  true. 
Flows  out  from  that  Ocean,  unfathomed  and  wide, 
Where  Eternal  Love  i^ours  its  Infinite  tide. 

2  Streams  from  a  sweet  fountain  must  sweetness  distil ; 
Lives,  lovely  and  pure,  have  a  mission  to  fill ; 

And  tlioughts  that  are  helpful  and  holy  and  true. 
Have  a  mission  as  well,  have  a  work  tliey  may  do. 
In  manifold  clusters,  o'er  woodland  and  lea, 
Sweet  blossoms  of  thought  wait  for  you  and  for  me. 
What  wreaths  we  ijiight  fashion  for  young  hearts  to 

wear. 
Did  we  gather  the  garlands  of  truth  every*vhere  ! 
Did  we  from  our  glad  path  cull  brightness  and  bloom 
For  those  who  walk  only  in  shadow  and  gloom, 
AVhat  rare  buds  of  blessing,  what  joy  we  might  bear, 
To  those  overburdened  with  sorrow  and  care. 

3  Of  sweets  we  have  garnered  in  life's  golden  cup 
Siiall  not  weary  ones  taste  and  little  ones  sup  ? 
AVhy  hoard  up  life's  nectar  our  own  cups  to  fill, 
If  one  other  heart  we  might  comfort  or  thrill  ? 
Transfused,  and  made  pure  by  a  w-ave  from  above, 
Is  our  life's  current  fed  from  the  Fountain  of  Love  ? 
Give !  give  from  Love's  largess,  and  more  shall  be 

poured  I 
Ah  !  we  keep  that  we  give  :  we  lose  that  we  hoard  ! 
To  give  is  to  grow  ;  to  withhold  maketh  poor ; 
To  have  hut  to  hold,  makes  no  treasure  endure  ; 
But  our  ''cups of  cold  water,"  in  gems  crystallized, 
Are  set  in  the  crown  of  "  reward  "  in  the  skies ! 

MARY   A.    LEAVITT. 

VeruoD,  lud.,  August,  1885, 


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Lo  !  these  latter  days  of  glory. 
Grandest  in  the  march  of  time, 
When  .lehovah's  triumph  car, 
Thund'ring  through  the  land  afar. 
Sweeps  the  vale  and  mountain  hoary  ; 
And  the  lightning's  speaking-marvel 
Seems  the  mystery  to  unravel, 
Of  Ilis  purposes  sul)lime. 


2  Grander  fate  awaits  our  nation, 
All  its  giant  powers  expand  ! 
Bursting  from  her  century's  tomb, 
Progress  finds  her  aloe  bloom  ; 
And  the  tide  of  emigration, 

On  its  current  broad  and  sweeping. 
Sends  its  millions  to  our  keeping. 
Cast  like  wrecks  upon  the  strand. 

3  Undeveloped  mines  of  treasure 

Stretch  their  wealth  from  shore  to  shore  ; 
Hands  of  commerce  and  of  trade 
Network  of  highways  have  laid. 
Plenty  gives  unstinted  measure; 
Freedom's  eagle  waves  its  j)inions 
O'er  our  vast,  blood-bought  dominions, 
Cursed  by  slavery's  crime  no  more. 

4  Many  to  and  fro  are  running  ; 
Knowledge  grows  in  our  domain — 
Varied  faiths  their  light  have  shed, 
Strang  philosophies  outspread 

All  tiieir  sophistry  and  cunning; 
While,  on  soil  made  doubly  sacred 
By  the  blood  of  martyred  kindred, 
Truth  and  right  their  victories  gain. 

5  Bearers  of  the  gospel  standard, 
Have  ye  marked  these  stirring  signs? 
Have  ye  seen  in  late  events 
Moving  cloud  of  providence? 

Uj) !  bid  Israel's  host  go  forward  ! 
Save  the  land  from  sin's  disaster ; 
Take  and  hold  it  for  the  Master, 
Haste  to  rally  all  your  lines. 

6  Haste  to  rally — dangers  hover, 
Satan  claims  the  country  too. 
Lo  !  his  ^^'akeful  vanguards  reap 
Bloodless  triumphs  while  ye  sleep  •; 
And  his  minions,  running  over 
All  our  wide  and  rich  possession. 
High  from  every  fort  and  bastion 
Flaunt  their  colors  in  your  view. 

7  Of  the  marshalled  strength  of  Zion, 
Of  each  arm  of  help  or  stay. 

To  check  her  foe's  aggressive  deed 
Hourly  sharper  grows  the  need. 
Infidelity's  bold  demon 
Seeks  to  hurl  from  learning's  summit 
Bible  reading,  joy  and  profit — 
Desecrates  our  holy  day. 

8  Heathendom  her  feet  is  planting 
On  .Jehovah's  sacred  soil ; 

And  her  dupes  to  gods  of  stone 
In  our  very  midst  bow  down. 
Of  her  Godhead  loudly  vaunting 
False,  polluting  ideas, 
Here  have  left  a  fatal  plague  spot. 
All  vour  righteous  ends  to  foil. 


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9  Sublc  sons  arc  blimlly  f:roj)iiig, 
Ft'elinj,'  out  their  iiew-tiirncd  page ; 
AikI  we  fiiiiiiot  separate 
From  our  own  tlitir  future  fate. 
Wliilc,  for  hrijflitcr  ju-ospects  lioping, 
Eniiiiraiits  are  Hocking  liitlier, 
Who  sliall  help  to  bless  or  wither 
All  our  glorious  heritage  ? 

1 0  Men  of  God,  ye  hold  tlie  sequel 
Of  the  nation's  tale  of  strife ; 
In  your  mission  lies  the  key 
To  sublimest  destiny. 

Only  Christ's  redeeming  gospel 
Can  lead  on  to  grandest  issue— • 
Weave  it  in  the  web  of  tissue 
Of  the  nation's  growing  life. 

1 1  Preach  the  gospel,  scatter  Bibles, 
Send  their  tidings  everywhere  ; 
East  or  westward,  where  men  dwell, 
News  of  God's  salvation  tell. 

Open  consecrated  jiortals, 
Let  each  staying  llur  and  Aaron 
Help  to  plant  the  rose  of  Sharou 
Till  its  fragrance  fills  the  air. 

12  Preach  the  gospel  till  all  nations 
'Neath  its  floating  banner  stand — 
Till  it  concpiers  all  our  foes, 
Quells  our  tumults,  heals  our  woes. 
Soothes  to  peace  the  savage  features, 
And,  from  ocean  unto  ocean. 

One  grand  anthem  of  devotion 
Sweeps  the  circuit  of  the  land. 


MK».    L.    B.    FLETrllKR. 

KolaiuHzou,  Mich.    1834. 


A   SUMMONS   TO   SERVICE. 

1  "The  Master  is  come  and  calleth  for  thee." 
Ha<l  I  iK'ard  aright  ?  Was  the  call  for  me  ? 
Was  it  I  who  was  wanted  ?  I  listened  again, 
And  mv  heart,  incredulous,  filled  with  pain 
Tnat  was  keen,  and  bitter,  and  hard  to  Ixar. 
No  doubt  there  were  others  waiting  there 

To  answer  the  summons — and  good,  tiie  strong. 
And  thos(!  wlio  served  the  Master  long ! 
Yet  it  seemed  that  to  me  the  message  came, 
For  coupled  with  it  I  heard  my  name. 

2  "The  Master  is  come  and  calleth  for  thee." 
But  no  one  ever  had  wanted  me  ! 

The  dead  to  whom  I  once  ministered, 

Fron\  the  silent  city  send  no  word  ; 

And  the  living,  to  "lulp  them,  called  their  own. 

For  none  iiad  a  claim  upon  me  alone. 

Tiiosc  wlio  were  dead  had  a  dearer  si  ill. 

And  hands  that  were  nearer  to  do  their  will, 

Anil  1  had  only  to  st4jnd  apart 

When  work  thiit  they  needed  was  work  of  heart. 


3  "The  Master  is  come  and  calleth  for  thee." 
I  felt  at  last  that  the  call  was  to  me, 

And  timitlly  answered  the  darkness  through, 
"Lonl,  what  wilt  Thou  that  I  shall  do  i"  " 
And  first,  some  lessons  1  had  to  learn 
From  pain,  the  teacher,  severe  and  stern. 
And  then  through  failure  I  came  to  see 
How  little  wisdom  there  was  in  me, 
Until  I  craved  of  the  Master's  grace 
Some  work  to  do  —  in  the  lowest  place. 

4  Too  short  for  the  service  are  now  the  days, 
And  joyously  full  of  the  happiest  praise  ! 
Hither  and  thither  the  Master  sends 

His  willing  servants  among  His  friends. 

And  all  who  gladly  His  tasks  pursue 

Find  more  than  enough  to  hear  and  do; 

Nor  has  any  reason  for  loneliness, 

W^hen  the  Master  will  call,  and  in  calling  bless. 

J'or  joy  and  restfulness  came  to  me 

With  "The  Master  hath  come,  and  calleth  for  thee." 

HARIANNK  FAKNIKGBAM. 

"London  Chrislian  World."    1885. 


"  BROIDERY- WORK." 

[A.sequel  to  the  beautiful  poem  by  Margaret  J.  Preston.] 

1  And  so  the  willing-hearted,  with  store  of  precious 

gems. 
Or  gold  for  solemn  chiming  upon  the  ephod's  hem. 
Or  for  the  holy  symbol,  the  priestly  diadem, 

2  Responsive  to  the  summons,  glad  that  the  Lord  of 

all 
Had  need  of  woman's  service,  although  so  weak  and 

small. 
Came  with  their  eager  tribute,  in  answer  to  the  call. 

3  And  when  the  Eastern  morning  brake  over  Sinai's 

plain. 
Before  they  ground  the  wheaten  flour  from  out  the 

perfect  grain. 
To  oiler  as  oblation,  with  the  flesh  of  victims  slain  ; 

4  Before  the  fiery  ])i]lar  became  a  cloud  of  gray. 
While  yet  the  hush  of  slumber  ujjon  the  valley  lay. 
Before   the  crowding  duties  and   (piestions  of  the 

day, 

5  With  spindle  and  with  distaff  "  wise-hearted  women  " 

spun. 
Or  wrought  in  broidery  pattern  the  colors  one  by 

one. 
And  gladly  brought  at  eventide  the  work  w  hich  they 

had  done. 

G  Some  twined,  with  dainty  fingers,  the  ephod's  lace 

of  blue  ; 
Or   spini  the  silky  fibres   into  goat's   cloth  smooth 

and  true  ; 
Or   wrought  pomegranates  on   the   robe,  in  triple- 

varieil  hue. 


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7  Aiul  some,  whose  life  of  toiling  had  left  the  marks  jo 

of  care 

On  the  liaiids  tliat  ached  with  longing  the  blessed 
work  to  share, 

Sewed  patiently  the  badger-skins,  or  dyed  tlic  rain- 
skins   tliere. 

8  And  some,  the  gay  and  haughty,  forgot  iheir  pride 

and  nurth, 
And  holy  tiioughts  and  wishes  within  their  souls  had 

hirtli, 
As  they  toiled   for  the  sacred  dwelling  of  the  Lord 

of  all  the  earth. 

9  Anil  others  learned  the  lesson   that  e'en   the  trem- 

bling initc 
Kroni  a  heart  all  warm   with   loving,  is  precious  ii>» 

llis  sii,'lit 
AVho  clothes   the  lilies  of  the   field  and   notes  the 

sparrow's  flight. 

10  At  last,  one  sidtry  eventide,  a  weary  mother  bore 
Tiie  folds  of  snowy  linen  for  Bezaleel's  store, 
And,  turning,  said  with  anxious  voice,  "  1  cannot 

broider  more. 

1 1  "  Cares  of  home-life  press  upon  me,  urgent  claim  of 

nearer  tilings, 
I   must   feed  my  eager  children,  mend  the  broken 

sandal  strings. 
And  tile  niglils  are  over-burdened  with  the  calls  each 

morning  brings. 

12  "Let   my   iiii>hand,  Judah's    lender,  as    the    tribal 

records  tell, 
Urini;  tiie  otfering  that  belitteth  Prince  among  our 

Israel. 
Mine  tlie  hearthstone  and  its  duties,  mine  to  do  them 

true  and  well." 

i;j  Then  outspake  another  mother,  "0  my  sister,  have 
you  not 
Learneil   the  meed  the  Master  giveth  ?   have  you 

tlien  so  soon  forgot 
Toil  for  Ilim  doth  lighten   labor,  brightens  every 
weary  lot  ? 

11  "  Blessed  is  the  mother's  mission,  cares  of  home  are 

gifts  from  Ilim  ; 
But  if  there  the  heart  is  centered,  eyes  will  weary 

grow,  and  dim. 
And  the  xoul-liff.  will  be  bounded   by  the  narrow, 

tented  rim." 

]•'•    Days  went  or).      No  loving  mother  broodrd   with  a 

ttMidtTcr  care. 
Or    kept    the    homc-luarth    brighter    tlian  .ludah's 

matron  fair  : 
And  ihi-  sick  u|h)ii  their  beds  of  pain  tiianked   (\vn\ 

tliat  she  Wius  there. 


But  tlu!  angels  knew  the  fairest  of  all  the  treasures 

l>r(jugiii, 
The  vail   bi^fore  the  mercy-seat,  by  loving  fingers 

wrought. 
Was  wovtMi  'mid  repentant   tears   for  a  doubting, 

earth-born  tiiought. 

ALU-C  M.  UVBKIIIgT,  IMl 

A    CENTENNIAL   ODE 


Tune 


'*L<iJtrf6(7ru." 


1  Tliifk  darkness  settle*!  o'er  the  lands, 

The  lusivy  clouds  hung  low : 
Foul  ignoranct*  and  doui>t  tlii-ir  bands 
C'laspcfi  witli  n-leiith'ss,  cruel  hands, 

A  liundrt'd  years  ago. 

2  (lod  j^ave  the  word  in  highest  Heaven, 

Ihat  (•(•hoed  far  lulow. 
Forth  went  the  pn-aeliers,  by  love  <lriven, 
And  swift  the  murky  veil  was  riven, 

A  hundred  years  ago. 

3  A  million  preachers  raised  the  Cross, 

Its  lines  and  hues  to  show. 
And  now  its  waving  streamers  toss. 
Where  all  was  sin.  decay,  and  loss, 

\  humlred  years  ago. 

4  Quaint  little  preachers,  soft  and  small. 

With  voices  sweet  and  low  : 
Orilained  by  their  great  Master's  call 
To  preach  the  healing  Word  to  all, 

A  hundred  years  ago. 

5  To  every  land,  to  every  clime, 

Tlie  lleav'n-sent  presichers  go; 
And  fruits  that  will  endure  with  time 
Weri"  i)lante<l  l)y  that  call  sublime, 

A  hundred  years  ago. 

6  Fruits  that  on  every  Sabbath  day 

(iod's  ripening  sunshine  sliow. 
With  palms  ami  flowers  strew  His  way. 
And  tell  the  increase  of  that  day 

A  hundred  y<'ars  ago. 

7  Then  swell  the  glorious  p.van  forth. 

No  lagging  notes  nor  low  ; 
From  East  to  West,  from  North  to  South, 
Praise  the  goo<l  utterance  of  Ciod's  mouth, 

A  hundre<l  years  ago. 

8  And  echo  far  o'er  lan«l  and  sea 

The  blessed  mandate  "  Go 
And  win  my  precious  laml>s  for  mo. 
(lo,  ilo  as  1  did  then  for  thee, 

A  iniiiilred  years  ago." 
0  So  -li  dl  the  preachers  small  and  great, 

(Jo  I'-,  pnwer  and  goodness  know. 
And  lor  His  gloriims  coming  w.iil 
Willi  him  who  np«'ne<l  first  this  gate 

A  Innxlred  years  ago. 

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ALASKA. 

1  Tonitoiv  noblo,  vast, 

l{.ailiiiiu'  f:*""  "''••■  •'iirth  and  sea, 
Linked  witli  onr  Ixlovc'-d  land, 

(Morions  land  of  lihcrty  ; 
Natui-L"  triuni|ilis  on  thy  soil, 

Spri^ad  with  ^.dfts  divinely  wrought; 
Mountains  oindinif  hill  and  vale. 

Crowned  with  peaks  in  cloud-land  caught; 
Moniunents  symbolical, 

Stalely  doiiies,  whose  belfries  chime 
Ever  silently  to  all 

The  "Uloria"  with  awe  sublime. 

2  Christian  soldier,  heed  the  cry 

Echoing  tVom  that  far-tift'  shore  ; 
Gird  thine  armor  lirmly  on, 

Then  go  forth  —  delay  no  more. 
Wait  not  till  it  be  too  late, 

For  the  lields  to-day  are  white  ; 
Souls  are  i)leading  for  the  truth, 

Groping  out  of  heathen  night. 
Canst  thou  hear  their  piteous  wajl, 

"Which  would  make  an  angel  sigh  — 
"  No  one  come  to  teach  us  God, 

We  are  left  alone  to  die  "  ? 

3  Such  the  tidings  to  us  borne 

From  the  vineyard  workers  there ; 
Few  in  number,  on  they  toil, 

Winniiiii  souls  by  faithful  prayer. 
Kow  they^have  their  church,  school,  "home,' 

Teaching,  guiding,  day  by  day; 
Twoscore  silver  moons  have  waned 

Since  the  leader  found  her  way, 
But  these  poor,  benighted  souls, 

Won  at  last,  by  Christian  love. 
Feel  conviction's  wondrous  power 

Like  an  arrow  from  above. 

4  Thus  the  little  band  press  on, 

Sowing,  reajiing.  gathering  grain; 
But  they  need  thy  helping  haiid, 

Fresli  with  courage  to  sustain. 
Swift  thev  come  from  out  the  wilds 

When  of  .lesus'  name  they  hear, 
rieadin<r  for  a  shepherd  guide. 

Who  their  darkened  path  will  dear. 
If  within  thy  secret  soul 

Thou  canst  hear  the  "  still,  small  voice  " 
Bidding  thee  to  "  feed  my  lambs," 

(;o,  and  heaven  will  bless  thy  choice. 

5  Panorama  of  the  West, 

Dady  as  thy  canvass  rolls, 
Moved" by  that  mysterious  Hand 

Which  created  worlds  controls, 
Wliere  the  artist,  prophet,  sage. 

Who  thy  future  can  [wrtray  ? 
Who  can  tell  what  wealth  and  power 

Lie  concealed  within  thy  clay  ? 


This,  Alaska's  natal  hour. 

Calls  for  heaven's  descending  dove; 
Lord,  baptize  it  with  Tliy  blood, 

Consecrate  it  from  above. 


COUOKLIA    B.   KOBTH.     Feb.  1881. 


THE    LIVING    BREAD. 

1  Bread,  bread  for  all  was  in  the  Saviour's  hands, 

A  full  sui)i)ly  to  answer  every  need, 
But  how  would  lie  the  hungering  thousands  feed? 
Ah  1  see  the  eager  group  that  near  llim  stands ! 

2  He  gives  to  His  disciples  each  a  share, 

Then  to  the  multitude —  and  hosts  are  fed  ! 
The  hand  of  ])ower  whose  touch  creates  the  bread 
Seeks  still  the  human  hand  that  bread  to  bear. 

3  Bread !  bread  for  all,  the  true  and  living  bread  I 

Create  by  God  to  still  man's  famished  cry  J 
Why,  since  the  mystic  loaves  still  nndtiply, 
Do  hungry  thousands  faint  and  die  unfed  ? 

4  Ah!  the  disciples,  self-absorbed,  alas! 

Lounge  at  their  ease,  with  all  their  wants  supplied  ; 
And  seem  to  marvel  that,  unsatisfied, 
The  ranks  by  fifties  wait  upon  the  grass  ! 

5  Up  !  slothful  servants  !  for  their  hunger  sore 

Take  from  the  Master  !   "Give  ye  them  to  eat !" 
Full  be  your  eager  hands,  and  swift  your  feet. 
For  those  lie  feeds  shall  never  hunger  more. 

CAROLINE  M.   HARRIS.     1885. 

Mrs.  Harris  edits  a  juvenile  paper  in  Na-shvillc,  Tenn.    She  is  the  wife 

of  the  editor  of  the  "Cumberland  Presbyterian."  published  in  that  city. 

PRAY    ONE    FOR   ANOTHER 

1  As  the  great  ocean,  rising  steadily, 

O'erllows  cac-h  bank  and  bar. 
Covers  the  miles  of  marches,  tills  the  creeks. 

And  inland  jwols  afar, 
Eesistless  in  the  glory  of  its  strength,— 

In  vain  bv  man  defied, 
Turning  not  back  till  all  its  work  is  done, 
Like'this  resistless  tide, 
O  Lord,  the  Holy  Ghost ! 
Take  Thou  possession  of  that  soul. 
That  soul  for  which  I  pray. 

2  As  the  calm  morning  light  that  steadfastly 

Shineth  to  perfect  day, 
Alike  the  mountain  peak  and  tiny  bud 

Flooding  with  glowing  ray. 
Lighting  the  deserts,  shining  on  the  sea, 

Spending,  yet  never  spent. 
Like  thai  exhanstless  light.  Oh  !  may  T'l.-  power 
Upon  that  soul  be  bent, 
O  Lord,  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Take  Thou  imssessioii  of  that  .soul. 
That  soul  for  which  I  pray. 


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3   As  iiir  invisible  th:it  pprietrate8 
Tlio  iniiKist,  dostist  fold 
Of  miisclo,  or  of  lissiK-,  pcnnoatos 

Tlic  ro(;ks'  uiiyi«-l<liii,U  moiilil ; 
Foiciiij,'  its  vviiy,  unseen  but  powerful, 

'I'liimij^h  alliind  everywhere, 
Hi;  Thou  :il  present  in  tiie  inmost  tli()Ui,'ht 
As  to  tills  earth  the  air. 
()  Lortl,  th(!  Holy  (Miost, 
Take  Thou  |M)ssession  of  that  soul. 
That  soul  for  whi<ii  I  pray. 
■1   As  tin;  eleetri.-  foree  that,  hi.hlcn,  sways 
All  other  forces  known. 
Flashes  in  liirhtnin;;,  in  the  thundi  r  spraks. 

Lies  hidileii  in  the  stone; 
IJinds  atom  unto  atom,  gir<Ues  eartli, 

I'lihoundeil  in  its  eourse. 
Be    I'hou,  ()  <iod.  within  that  preeious  soul 
Like  that  eeecutrie  foree. 
C)  Lord,  the  Holy  (ihost. 
Take  Thou  possessimi  of  that  soul, 
That  son!  for  wlii<h  I  pray. 

ri.i.r.s  jirBBAr. 
St.  HoUiitt.  a.  U.  l«SL 

JUBILEE    POEM. 

1836-  -A.  H.  M.  H      1«76. 

1  As  some  sweet  earillon  son<ls  forth, 

From  l)elfry  lone  and  liiirh, 
A  strain  of  melody,  to  thrill 

The  tnidniiihl  passer-by; 
So  floated  throuiih  ilim  forest  Ixinnhs, 

And  Ashley's  waters  o'er. 
The  first  Home  Mi>sionary  hymn 

On  Carolina's  shore. 

2  "New  Kuijland's  OlTering  to  the  Lord" — 

A  little  company  * 
Had  thither  come,  in  fragile  bark 

Hraving  the  stormy  sea. 
One  huiuired  eighty  years  have  flown, 

Since  they,  with  nverence,  made 
The  precious  sacramental  feast, 
Hiiieath  an  oak-tree's  shade. 
;>   And  with  the  rolling  years  have  <'omo 
New  olTerings  to  tlu;  Lord  ; 
Thousatuls  of  eonsecrateil  lives 

Have  testified  for  (lot!! 
Their  dee.ls  shall  glow,  "n.'ath  Truth's  clear  light, 

With  beauty  uncoueeahd. 
As  vines  that  grace  the  South-Dome's  height, 
In  sunset  are  revealed. 
4   Whilst  a  t  united  host  moves  on. 
An  army  tried  and  strong. 
The  trumpet  of  their  jubilei- 
•loins  the  inuuorlal  song: 
To  all  that  dwell  within  the  land 

Troclaim  ye  Liberty  ! 
An<l  let  the  coming  myriads  ham 
Immanuel  makes  them  free  I 


5  Ah  1   by  this  noble  heritugo 
Our  fathers  nobly  tro<l. 
Anil  by  tiieir  lives  lived  royally, 
As  kings  and  priests,  to  (iixl ; 
And  by  the  blo<j<l  heroic  souls 

So  lavishly  have  given, 
Rest  not,  until  our  land  reflects 
The  radiancy  of  heaven  I 
C  Oh  !   faith  Inholds  a  virion  fair, 
A  splendor  drawing  nigh. 
Where  Minnesota's  cryst;d  lakes 

Ketleet  tins  a/ure  sky  ; 
Where  Colorado's  pine-<;hid  heights 

'Iheir  untolil  riihes  hide  ; 
And  where  Nebraska's  many  stn'aniH 
Of  living  waters  glide. 
7   Splenilor  to  gild  each  snowy  mount 
Which  guarils  the  "(ndtien  Shore," 
A  glorv  that  exceeds  tlie  hUii, 

And  deepens  evermore. 
G(mI  grant  this  faith  \ti'  hist  in  sight. 

Through  His  victorious  Word, 
And  California  Iwcomo 

••The  Garden  of  the  Lonl !  " 
b   And  <lee<ls  of  violence  no  nioro 
Disturb  the  jieaceful  night, 
Where  Arizona's  brilliant  moon 

Illumes  each  granite  height! 
O  Christ !  who  weurest  many  crowns, 

Ueign  Thou  from  sea  to  sea  ; 
Till  North  and  South,  an<l  East  and  We>t, 
Swell  the  grand  .symphony  I 

•  Uov.  Mr.  I/cinl.  ami  <?!«*'*<**>•-■'»■  '"""  nf*«l>»»<».  *•*»•      - 

(  \    U.  M.  a  fonui-a.  •■  in  Ur^'  Jan..  «»;.  ^  CoD«UtuUo«i.  May  Jt 

Wi- 

BINDING   SHEAVES 

1  ••  Reaper,"  I  asked,  *•  among  the  gohlen  sheaves. 
Toiling  at  noon  amid  the  falling  leaves, 

Wh.it  n'compe use  ha>t  thou  for  all  thy  toil. 
What  tithe  of  all  thy  Master's  wine  and  oil? 
Or  dost  thou  coin  thy  brow's  hot  drops  to  gohU 
Or  add  to  hou.se  and  land,  or  Hock  an<l  fold  ?  " 

2  The  reapr  pau.'»e<l  from  binding  dose  the  grain. 
And  said,  while  .shone  his  smile  through  lal»or's  sUiin 
••  I  do  my  Ma-sU'r's  work,  as  lie  hath  taui.dit. 

And  work  of  love  with  goM  was  never  iMiujrht. 
Ho  knoweth  all  of  which  my  lite  hath  ne.-<l  — 
His  servants  reap  as  they  have  .sown  the  se«l. 
With  all  my  heart  I  bind  my  Master's  grain. 
Anil  love  makes  swe<t  my  lalwr  and  my  pain." 

3  Then  Ixnding  low  In-ne.-ifh  the  bnming  sun. 
The  reajM-r  toiled  until  the  day  w-as  done. 

•'  I/O !   here,"  I  said,  "  love's  largesi  s«'emeth  more 
Than  cruM-  of  wine  or  oil  that  runneth  o'er  ; 
If  work  of  love  sncii  store  of  wealth  doth  yield, 
1.  I.M..  will  lalM>r  in  the  MilsUt's  held  I  " 

MiuL  11.  nuauM  ■amL 


WOAfA/f  IN  SACRED  SO/fO. 


COMMON    PLACE. 

1   Oh  I  liow  wi-arily  tlic  days 

Soinciiiiu's  lira^  tli<iiistlvc.s  aloiijj;, 
Tlir()ii;;li  lliu  old  ami  iiniiiiioii  ways, 

WliLii  no  life  is  in  tlu-  song, 
And  no  thrill  is  in  the  air, 
And  ilu;  old  and  common  care 
Lits  abont  us  everywiiert'. 
2  Oh  !  how  hittirly  we  rlnad, 

Whi-n  w<'  waken  in  the  morn. 
To  take  up  the  same  old  thread 

Of  the  life  work  so  forlorn  ; 
AikI  how  wearily  we  weave, 
AikI  how  little  should  we  grieve 
Were  we  called  this  toil  to  leave. 
S  But  how  otherwise  it  seems, 

Wiieii  our  hearts  are  worked  and  stirred 
By  all  proud  and  noble  dreams, 

Or  by  some  inspiring  word, 
When  the  beautiful  an<l  true 
Thrill  our  beinjr  through  and  through, 
And  ennoble  all  we  do. 

4  Then  how  every  common  duty 

Finds  rich  favor  in  our  eyes, 
And  the  world  of  work  is  beauty. 

And  our  labor,  sacriiice, 
And  from  out  the  tangled  skein, 
Cometh  order  once  again, 
Cometh  perfectness  from  pain. 

5  Oh  I  how  sadly  do  we  need 

Some  grand  purpose  in  our  lives. 
Some  strong  faith  that  gives  no  heed 

To  the  doubt  that  in  us  strives. 
But  can  see  in  all  our  days, 
Oiipt>rtunities  to  raise 
Needy  souls  to  better  ways. 

6  Oh  1   that  this  one  central  thought. 

Still  may  till  our  starving  souls. 
That  whatever  may  be  w  rought. 

The  strong  hand  of  God  controls. 
When  we  shall  not  e'er  despise 
Anv  common  work  that  lies 
Nearest  to  our  willing  eyes. 

HATTIE  TYSO  ORISWOLD.     1S8J. 

AT    LAST. 
1    I  iiskeil  at  Thy  dear  hands  a  broader  field 

Wherein,  my  bles.sed  Lord,  to  toil  for  Thee  ; 
My  grateful  heart  through  lofty  deeds  would  sing 
Tlie  measure  of  its  love  and  loyalty. 
•J.   With  folded  hands  I  waited  the  response. 
Idle  wiiile  others  toiled  at  noontide  heat. 
Bearing  the  burden  it  was  mine  to  bear. 

Binding  in  sweet  content  their  sheaves  of  wheat. 
3  The  while  I  dreamed  of  tiisks  I  would  achieve. 
The  sun  droj)ped  slowly  down  the  western  sky  ; 
The  hazy  twilight  deepened,  and  the  night. 

So  cairn  ai.<l  iiushcd,  with  stealthy  sU'ps  drew  nigh. 


4  I  rise  at  last  and  join  the  harvestcrp. 

To  lind  the  humblest  task  God  gives  me  sweet; 
Willi  patient  hand  I'll  strive  for  llis  dear  sake 
To  gather  a  few  scattered  ears  of  wheat. 

5  Oh  !  slow  of  heart  to  learn  this  simple  truth  — 

Thy  loyalty  au<l  love  Thou  may'st  attest 
By  little  deeds  within  a  narrow  sphere, 
Nor  vainly  roam  of  broader  fields  in  quest. 

MARY  P.   BOBKUTH. 


HOME    MISSION    HYMN. 

1  When  the  morning  stars  chanted  their  beautiful  lay. 

And  the  new-finished  world  high  carnival  kept; 
When  the  siui  like  a  monarch  rode  forth  on  his  way. 

And   the  moon  followed  softly  to  watch  when  he 
slept, 
A  continent  slumbered  afar  in  the  west. 

Encircled  by  ocean  in  solitude  grand  ; 
Its  altars  awaiting  a  fitting  high-priest 

To  offer  oblation  and  hallow  the  land. 

2  As  the  soldier  to  duty  in  sorrow  retires 

When  the  tocsiu  of  battle  is  bidding  him  come,     , 
So  our  fathers,  forsaking  the  graves  of  their  sires — 

Each  tender  reminder  of  childliood  and  home — 
Sought  over  the  waters,  through  peril  and  storm, 

A  temple  for  worship  —  its  arches  the  skies — 
Where,  prayers  never  hindered,  unfettered  by  form, 

Their  praises  like  incense  should  daily  arise. 

3  They  furrowed  the  valleys,  and  planted  in  tears 

The  sheaves  that  rejoicing  we  gather  to-day  ; 
And    the    heathen    were    scattered,    as    troublesome 
tares 

Are  tossed  by  the  reaper  forever  away. 
The  aisles  of  the  forest  they  gladdened  with  song, 

The  wide  rolling  prairie  re-echoed  the  strain  ; 
'Twas  caught  by  the  hill-tops,  and  handed  along, 

Till  ocean  to  ocean  responded  again. 

4  Shall  we  lightly  esteem  this  fair  legacy 

Where  Israel  rested  —  this  Canaan  of  ours? 
O  sons  of  the  Pilgrims,  wherever  ye  be — 

Joint-heirs  of  the  promise  to  true  worshippers, 
Preachers  of  righteousness  in  Zion's  abode. 

Partakers  and  helpers  of  latter-day  bliss, 
Exalted  of  nations  and  favored  of  (Jod — 

Who  knows  but  ye  came  to  the  kingdom  for  this  ? 

5  Our  country's  proud  banner,  unsullied  by  stain. 

Is  waving  in  honor  from  many  a  height ; 
But  the  cross  and  the  Bible  shall  victories  gain 

I'iiheard  of  by  heroes  in  life's  carnal  strife. 
Here    earth's    willing   captives  their  weapons    shall 
ground. 

The  terms  of  surrender  be,  "Good  will  to  men;" 
In  grntle  eonununiou  lii-rce  foeinen  be  found, 

And  victor  and  vancpiished  be  brothers  agaiii. 


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3  The  kings  of  tho  Oriint  look  westward  in  liope — 
The  Crescent  is  paling  in  terror  to-day  ; 
The  cloister's  dim  cells  are  fast  ligliling  up. 

And  the  llehrew's  dull  lilintlness  is  pushing  away. 
Ours  is  tli*^  i)eacon  star  that  shines  o'er  the  sea, 
The  city  of  refuge  with  hright  golden  gates, 
Tlie  C'liurih  and  the  Master  say,  "  Conii!  unto  nw," 
And    for    each    faithful    steward    the    reconipeuso 
waits. 

MIIN     ('.    A.    PAKKEIU 

aouveniiur.  N.  Y.,  June  30,  187S. 


WORKERS   TOGETHER. 

1  "  Workmen,  as  1  see  you  resting 

From  the  toil  you  love  so  well, 
Have  you  any  word  to  give  me  ? 
Have  you  any  tale  to  tell  ?  " 

2  "Traveller,  yes  ;  a  tale  of  mercy, 

Very  broad  and  very  long. 
Is  the  burden  of  our  life-work, 
Is  the  key-note  of  our  song. 

3  "Stones  were  we,  we  two  together, 

Fit  for  naught,  and  bad  at  best. 
Till  the  Lord  our  Saviour  found  us, 
And  in  mercy  did  the  rest. 

4  "  Dug  us  out  of  Nature's  (juarry. 

Carved  and  fashioned  us  at  w  ill  : 
Even  now,  in  patience  tender, 
He  is  working  at  us  still. 

5  "Sharp  His  dealing  with  us  sometimes, 

Hut  His  hantl  directs  the  blows  ; 
And  we  do  not  once  mistrust  Him, 
For  His  work  our  Master  knows. 

6  "  liy-and-by.  in  love  most  wondious, 

He  will  carry  us  away 
To  a(h)rn  tin;  Heavenly  Temple, 
In  the  Land  of  endless  day. 

7  "Till  that  time  we  laVmr  gladly, 

tlust  to  do  1 1  is  perfect  will  ; 
Stones  for  Ilim  we  strive  to  sha[)en 
In  this  quarry  on  the  hill." 

CHARLOTTK  MURKV.     1884. 


WORK,    NOT    REST. 

1  The  hurrying  days 

For  all  th(!  work  and  praise. 
Dear  Lord,  I'd  give  to  'i'her. 
Are  far  too  short  and  iv\i  for  me. 
Thy  sick  and  poor  are  all  around. 

And  I  would  comfort  them  ; 
Thy  strong  and  rich  ones,  too.  are  found, 

I  would  rejoice  with  them  ; 
Thy  enemies  who  know  Thee  not. 

And  I  who  know  so  well 

Thv  tender  love  must  tell. 


2  And  while   I  work. 
With  no  desire  to  shirk. 
Anil  hear!  Iirinifnl  of  love, 

I  feel  a  strength  that  <-ometh  from  aliovc. 
In  the  enforced  pauses  I  do  iiear 
Sweet  words  of  comfort  and  of  <'heiT 
From  the  dear  Master. 

The  blessings  which  lie  showers  on  all 

Fail  not  into  my  life  to  fall. 
And  all  the  faster. 
That  from  my  cup. 
Which  I  h<dd  u|> 
To  catch  then>  as  tln-y  come, 
I  pour  out  some 
To  those  who  gather  not 
Thy  common  blessings  in  their  loU 

3  I  want  no  rest. 

Hut  still  more  strength  and  zest; 
I  would  be  tilled  with  helpfulness ; 
I  long  for  power  tlie  world  to  bless, 
I'd  make  my  life  a  hero's  story. 

And  to  its  bitest  liour 

I'd  work  with   |Miwer, 
And  pass  from  glory  into  glory. 

4  And  in  that  land 
Where  angels  stand. 

And  heroes,  sainLs  and  martyrs  do  abiile. 

And  every  longing  shall  be  satislied, 

If  to  conn^  there  I  am  so  blest, 

(Jrant  to  thy  servant,  Lord,  more  work,  not  rest. 

MARIA   A.    MAHXIIALI- 

BrouUyn.  1881. 


"WORK    AND   "WORKERS. 

A    HOME    MISSION     SERMON. 

"Oo  work  to->Uy  in  my  Tiucyud."    Matt,  xxi :  28. 

"Why  stand  ye  here  idle  ?  "  when  dewy  and  bright, 
The  vine's  purple  clusters  wave  in  the  morn's  light; 
"Whv  stand  ye  here  idle  ?"  when  noon's  golden  glare 
Falls  over  the  vineyard  —  ripe,  waiting,  and  fair. 
"Whv  stand  ye  here  i<lle  ?"  when  broail  fields  in  view 
Are  while  for  the  harvest,  and  rea|)ers  are  few. 
"  ^Vhy  staml  ye  here  idle  still,  all  the  day  K»ng," 
While   the  sunset  draws  near  and  the  glud  harvest 
song  ? 

"(Jo  work  in  the  vineyard  I  to-<lay  must  tliou  share 
The  heat  an<I  the  burdens  my  lab<irers  Iw^ar." 
Thus  the  voice  of  the  Miister  for  each  of  us  calls. 
Though  sealed  be  our  ears  when  the  pleading  voice 

falls. 
Oh  I  what  is  the  import  of  this  new  command? 
And  what  is  the  service  He  seeks  at  our  han<l  ? 
And  where  is  our  mission  ?  What  work  can  we  do 
To  prove  to  the  Master  we're  loyal  and  true  ? 


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WOAfAN^  I  If  SAC  RED  SONO. 


Tlirough  some  woary  jouriu-y,  liko  tlio  Wise  Men  of  old, 

Mii^l  we  hriiij,'  llim  liaiikiuoeiise,  s|)ices,  :uul  gold  ? 

Mii^i  wf  sL'aicli  (iiii  a  mission?  si'ek  some  oilier  clime? 

Or  wait  tlie  iiiilold.iig  of  some  golden  time, 

I'liat  a  costlier  spikeiiuiil  our  olf'ring  may  be, 

Or  some  iiiarvelloiis  bloom  from  the  isles  of  the  sea? 

Through  deep-hidden   mines,   nnist  so^pe  rare  gem   be 

sought  ? 
Some  treasure  be  delved  from  the  wide  realms  of  thought? 
Must  talent  and  genius  their  royal  gifts  pour 
In  some  rare,  mental  work,  for  Ilim  we  adore? 


All  have  not  earth's  treasures  to  offer  their  King, 
Nor  can  all  to  the  heathen  the  glad  tidings  bring. 
Nor  all,  as  llis  heralds,  with  lips  toueheil  with  flame, 
Can  here  to  Mount  Zion,  salvation  proclaim; 
\or  have  all  niinlal  gifts  to  lay  at  llis  feet — 
Few  could  work,  if  such  service  only  were  meet. 


To  me  comes  this  meaning  of  our  Saviour's  command, — 
''  In  His  name  do  the  work  laiil  nearest  thy  hand. 
For  thy  weakness,  or  strength,  in  fashion  and  mould, 
Some  work  he  hath  fitted  thy  hand  best  to  hold  ; 
And  for  it  thou  need'st  not  search  coii'iuents  o'er  ; 
Work,  importunate,  pressing,  crowds  at  thy  door ! 
'Mid  'highways  and  hedges'  and  dark  tangled  lanes, 
'Mill  the  (piick-throbbing  i)ulse  of  the  city's  hot  vtiins, 
O'er  each  way-side  of  life,  'round  cottage  or  hall, 
Some  work  for  the  Master  lies  v/aitingl'or  all  ; 
And  His  hononul  herald  art  thou  called  to  be. 
To  bear  the  glad  news  o'er  the  wide-rolling  sea, 
If  the  needy  and  sinful  in  home,  lane  or  street 
Ne'er  heard  from  tliy  lips  'the  old  story'  and  'sweet  ?  '  " 


Ah  I  near  lies  His  vineyard,  and  life  is  so  brief, — 

Like  a  swift-flying  shuttle,  or  fast-fading  leaf. 

Its  gleam  may  be  flown,  life  may  fade  as  a  dream. 

While  we  wait  for  some  work  or  opening  sniireme. 

Imperial  doors,  in  the  dim  far-away. 

Swing  on  the  same  hinge  with  the  gates  of  to-day ; 

And  Duty  shall  ring  out  no  call  more  sublime 

For  those  still  ignoring  her  every-dav  chime. 

Is  there  room  for  supineness?  Time  for  delav? 

Woven  gold  is  life's  Now!    AVork  is  worship  To-day ! 


Have  we  but  one  talent?   Its  use  He  commands; 
"Two  mites"  fill  the  measure  of  His  ecjual  demands. 
And  one  talent,  improved,  shall  double  its  own, 
U'hih;  ten,  which  lie  buried,  are  counted  as  none. 

In  fields  broail.  or  narrow,  work  is  w.iitinif  in  store, 

Work  (lemamlin'r  few  gifts,  work  c.dlini:  for  more. 
Shall  a  hiind  fold  from  toil,  and  Heaven's  order  mar, 
Because  it  can't  compass  the  uttermost  star? 


Do  we  try,  from  near  "  highway,"  the  starving  to  bring 

'I'o  the  banqueting  house — to  the  feast  of  our  King  ? 

We,  having  one  talent,  their  presence  might  win  ; 

jVnd  the  King  has  connnanded — "Compel  to  come  in!  " 

And  to  those  in  prison — in  darkness  and  loss — 

Do  we  carry  the  healing  light  of  the  cross  ? 

The  "  stranger,  in  ])rison,  sick,  naked,"  forlorn. 

Have  we  visiteil  ?  clothed  ?  their  griefs  have  we  worn? 

And,  those  overcome  by  the  wine's  fatal  cup — 
Lured  on  by  some  fiend  all  its  woe  to  drink  up. 
For  them  do  we  work  ?  Do  we  plead  Christ's  name 
That  they  dash  down  the  cup  of  anguish  and  shame? 
In  their  bitter  struggle,  faint,  weary  and  worn. 
Oil  I  have  we  unto  these,  the  bread  of  life  borne  ? 

The  dear  Sabbath  School  field,  delightful  and  sweet, 

With  \vide-o|)en  gate  is  inviting  our  feet. 

So  near  and  so  needy  !  and  verdure  and  bloom 

Will  spring  into  life,  if  but  true  workers  come  I 

Outside,  shall  we  idly  be  gathering  kavts, 

When  within,  for  our  hands  are  rich,  golden  sheaves  ? 

While  no  narrow  outlook  should  shut  from  our  view 

The  broad  Foreign  Field,  w  itii  its  toilers — so  few —  . 

Where  portals  swing  wide  that  were  once  boltt-d  gates, 

And  where  Opportunity  beckons  and  waits, 

Yet,  in  the  Home  Field,  work  and  need  still  aloumd 

And  rich  harvests  wait  'lu  atli  its  free,  fertile  ground. 

The  Home  Field  is  wide,  and  few  workers  tlieie  be : 

Oh  !  there's  much  Mission  Work  on  this  side  the  sea! 

As  wild,  as  untaught,  in  this  land  we  call  hoiEe, 

In  our  own  Alaska,  her  Indians  roam 

In  (tarkness  as  dense  as  o'er  Africa  thrown  ; 

And  weary-eyed  women  in  Utah  to-day 

Weep  in  sore  bondage  while  we  f)lan  and  delay. 

And  our  North  Western  plains,  and  their  slopes  to  the  sea 

In  heathendom  sit,    neath  our  country's  roof-tree. 

We  have  glanced  at  some  work.      Now  what  is  our  need 

As  workers,  to  make  us  true  workers  indeed  ? 

Love  is  the  fulfilling  of  the  great  royal  law  ; 

From  love  every  service  its  beauty  must  draw. 

Like  one  that  doth  serve  every  high-titled  guest, 

So,  the  lowliest  service.  Love  may  invest 

In  a  i)urple  more  royal,  more  rare  than  the  rest ; 

And  give  her  the  dower  of  regal  estate 

Whose  portion  was  only  to  serve  and  to  wait. 

While  the  work  which  seemed  highest,  to  our  mortal  eyes, 

]\Iay  be  less  than  the  least  when  strijjped  of  disguise. 

The  true  heart  is  nobler  than  tinsel  or  gems ; 

The  loftiest  work,  a  low  motive  condemns. 

Not  the  costliest  service  ever  survives 

Divorce  from  warmth  of  true  hearts  and  pure  lives. 

Although  coined  in  rich  gifts  and  wearing  their  2;race, 
No  ^reat  thoughts  of  genius  with  the  ages  ke(  p  pace. 
And  no  poet-songs  down  ilie  ceiiiuries  rin;;, 
Save  at  first  they  drew  life  frotn  one  vital  spring^ 


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Ami  raro  iiluhasn-r  Ixjx  yii-M-*  hd  porfiimn 
Unlt'is  Lov(!  pours  the  odor  that  tills  all  tin-  room. 
All  lit'ol<>s  each  di-cd  (u  liosoevxT  extols) 
Wliitli  tlirohs  not  through  pulsu  of  swi-i't  livi-s  and 
warm  souls  ! 

Tho  tru(!  JfifNt'on  Spirit,  lovo  ever  will  ^rive  ; 

Through  love,  as  its  source,  this  Spirit  must  live, 

Overlookiuij  no  need,  no  service  ut  home, 

III  sympathy  wiiler  its  eharitiea  roam  ; 

Milt,  while  seekin;,'  the  loit  in  some  far-away  land. 

It  lifts  up  the  fallen  one  nearest  at  hand. 

A  hramblo  hush,  hearing  but  brier  or  thorn, 

Wouldn't  turn  to  a  rose  «/<y  phue  to  adorn ; 

And  ii  poor  barren  soul  which  no  native  fruit  gave 

Wouldn't  turn  to  u  missionary —  over  the  wave. 

There  is  no  "missing  link;"  this  Spirit  is  one; 

Its  ess(;nce  inheres  not  in  climate  or  sun. 

••  Involution  of  atoms,"  changing  of  place, 

Could  not  give  to  the  thorn  the  violet's  grace  ; 

And  no  force  of  nature  can  unfold  or  dilino 

A  life  whose  whole  being  and  source  is  ilivine. 

That  this  spirit  is  spirit  contest  if  you  will  ; 

The  '•  tliorn  "  and  its  "atoms"  are  "material"  still. 

.lust  here, —   oil  I    I  would  not  be  misunderstood  — 
Our  dear  foreign  workers  are  the  hidy,  the  good. 
Their  rare  selT-ilenial  jiartakes  not  of  earth. 
The  tree —  bud  and  bloom —  lias  a  heavenly  birth. 
Its  bearing  full  blossoms  of  duty  at  home, 
Onlv  sweetens  its  bloom  across  the  sea-foam  ; 
Its  fruit  drops  as  goMen  upon  foreign  sr.ore 
As  when  dear  native  skies  bent  the  foliair**  o'lt. 
Never  tree,  leaf,  or  flower,  yields  vital  jicrfumc 
Save  an  intluence  <livine  unfoldeth  its  bloom. 

Then,  one  need  is  vital,  where  true  work  is  done  — 
Or.  if  liro,  they're  so  linkeil  th<'v  blend  into  one  — 
The  Spirit  of  Missions —  divine  love  alone  ! 

Let  us  work  for  the  Ma>ter  I   Honor  it  is 
To  be  workers  with  lliin,  for  l!ie  vineyanl  is  His. 
He,  leaving  the  glory  and  light  of  the  throne. 
Came —  a  King  without  crown,  to  realms  all  His  own 
To  give  His  whole  life,  to  its  bust  bitter  close. 
To  rescue  from  sin,  to  heal  all  earth's  woes. 
With  the  first  sigh  of  sorrow —  to  the  lirst  chihl  of 
His  great  Mission  work  to  our  world  did  begin,   [sin 
onapproached    and    unfathotuciU   yet,    meeting    the 

needs. 
The  want  and  the  yearning  humanity  pleads. 
Sweeping  down  through  the  ages,  unfailing,  unspent. 
One  rav  from  His  liirlit  throu^fh  all  blessing  has  blent. 

Like  leaf  from  a  tree,  tiny  bud  from  rich  Iniwers, 
A  breath  of  |MTfuine  from  a  wild  waste  of  flowers, 
A  whisperinij  chord  on  civilian  .strings, 
l'"ri)in  hi^h-Miiinilin^  |);vans  when  full  chorus  riit>js. 
Like  spray  from  the  sea.  rolling  Iwundless  and  blue. 


In  life,  all  that's  beautiful,  npotless,  or  true, 
\\'h;itc*'er  exhales  blessings,  the  centuries  through, 
I'lows  out  from  that  ocean,  nnfathoined  and  wide, 
\Vhere  Kternal   Love  pours  its  inlinite  tide. 

Dear  fellow  Christian,  lias  a  ray  from  almve. 
Or  a  wave  from  the  fountain  of  Infinite  love. 
Transfused    with    its    current     your    heart's    hidden 

spring  ? 
Then  its  outflow  to  others  will  some  blessing  brinp. 
.Streams  from  a  sweet  fountain  will  sweeiness  distill; 
Lives  lovely  and  pure  must  work  out  His  will. 
And  then,  for  each  work,  in  each  field  of  the  Lord, 
IIow  sweet  is  the  recompeuse,  rich  the  reward! 

A  cup  of  cold  water,  in  the  Master's  name  given, 
Keturns  in  a  shower  of  blessings  from  H<'aven. 
If  service  so  poor  meets  so  rich  a  reward. 
Is  warndy  ajiproved,  is  so  blest  of  our  L<u-<1, 
The  jf)y-l)tdls  of  heaven  with  music  shall  ring 
If  one  to  the  fold,  only  one.  we  may  bring  ; 
lint  those  who  win  many  from  error  away 
.Shall  shine  as  the  stars —  yea,  forever  and  aye  I 
The  dear  ones  who  labor  in  Helds  far  away. 
His  presence  shines  over,  by  night  and  by  day, 
Above  and  around  them,  though  lost  to  tiie  view, 
A  l»riglit  cloud  of  witnesses  Im-iuI  through  the  blue. 
Though  severe<l  from  country,  fond  friends,  and  loved 

home. 
In  sweet  self-surrender,  afar  and  alone, 
Celestial  companionship  ever  they  share  ; 
Their  songs  thrill  the  harps  that  the  glorified  l)eas; 
All  the    air    breathes    Love's    message,  the  waiting 

wiiuls  say — 
*'  K'en  down  to  life's  do    ,  j  am  with  you  alwny  1  " 

Since    the    wide    world's  redemption,  where'er  man 

may  be. 
So  largely  de|K'nds  on  this  Land  of  the  free. 
Our  own  let  us  All  with  such  lijjht,  that  its  glow 
To  all  other  lands,  in  wide  radiance,  may  flow  ! 
From  the  lakes  of  the  North  and  the  deep  woods  of 

Maine. 
To  the  Yosemite  vale,  and  Texas'  green  plain. — 
From  the  Ocean  whose  voice  the  Ca>cail«'  .MounUiins 

hear, — 
O'er  the  Black  Hills  which  hide  the  we:dth  gleaming 

near. 
O'er  .Montana.  Wyoming,  Nevatla's  rich  mine»  : 
From  the  Florida  groves  to  Alaska  s  green  pines  I 
All  tlie  mountains  and  plains,  each  valley  and  hill. 
With  heavenly  light,  let  us  labor  to  HII ! 

O  I^and.  most  lH*love<l.  mo^t  honnn*il.  most  blest  ! 
The  (Jrxl  who  hath  called  thee  in  His  f.iv<ir  to  rest, 
H.ith  called  thee  to  carry —  swiff,  glailly  .tnd  frt-e. 
The  news  of  salvation  to  each  laml  oVr  liie  sea'. 


•I.Jt 


XJf  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


"THINE     EYES    SHALL    SEE     THE    KING 
IN    HIS    BEAUTY." 

1  O  swoft,  proplu'lio  words  !  still  iiii<iiiiy  clear, 
Throuj^h  :ill  the  cfnlurics  from  that  elder  year, 
Whenever  waiting;  hearts  are  hushed  to  hear. 

2  Thine  eyes  shall  see  the  Kiii<f  I    O  wondrous  sight ! 
Thv  weary  eyes,  astrain  through  all  the  night, 
Watehing  for  faintest  gleam  of  longed-for  light. 

3  Thy  sadvyo^,  niemory-touehed  with  "all  regret;" 
Thy  dim  eyes,  aehing  still  with  "life's  small  fret," 
Seeing  as  througli  a  glass,  most  darkly  yet. 

4  Thv  hliiul  eyes,  seeing  even  not  at  all. 
Yet  opening  quickly  at  the  Master's  call  ; 

CJlad,  eager  eyes,  from  which  all  weights  shall  fall. 
ii  O  wondrous  hour  of  vision  !     Long  ago 
Hath  rapt  Isaiah  come  thy  joy  to  know  ; 
That  heavenly  beauty  wliich  he  strove  to  show. 

6  Archangels  veil  their  faces  while  they  sing, 
Before  the  awfid  splendor  of  their  King, 

Afraid  to  sweep  such  height  with  e'en  angelic  wing. 

7  They  long  to  know  that  mystery  of  grace, 
Wliercl)y  the  ransomed  see  Ilini  fac(^  to  face. 
Nor  fall,  nor  fear  to  fall  iroin  that  high  place. 

8  They  know  not,  even  they,  that  tenderest  tie, 
Bv  which  He  brings  His  chosen  ones  so  nigh  — 
His  cross,  His  blood,  and  Calvary's  bitter  cry. 

9  O  saddest,  sweetest  bond  !     And  can  it  be 

That  through  His  sorrow,  joy  shall  come  to  me? 
That  thus  His  glorious  beauty  1  shall  sec  ? 
10*0  Joy  !  too  deep  for  aught  but  happy  tears  ; 
0  Faith  !  that  climbs  a  height  beyond  all  fears  ; 
O  Hope  !  that  crowns  and  gladdens  all  my  years. 

11  Mv  heart  repeats  the  promise  o'er  and  o'er. 
Though  'tis  an  "  old,  old  story  "  heard  before, 
Yet  with  each  dear  repeating  loved  the  more. 

12  0  eyes,  for  which  such  vision  is  in  store, 
Keep  ye  to  all  things  pure,  forevermore, 

Till  ye  shall  close  beside  death's  shadowed  door. 

13  Be  lighteil  from  within,  by  unseen  Guest, 
Send  out  warm  rays  of  love  to  all  distrest, 
And  lure  them  by  your  shiinng  into  rest. 

M   So  in  His  beauty  shall  ye  see  the  King, 

And  to  His  eyes  sweet  answer  steadfast  cling. 
Nor  fade,  nor  droop,  o'ershadowed  by  His  wing. 

MRS.    UKKKICK   JOHNSON. 

OUR   BETHLEHEM. 

APPnonUATE   FOlt   MATEUNAL   ASSOCIATIONS. 

Thf  f.illnwing  |«>c-in.  written  for  the  Ninth  Annual  MeetinR  of  the  Woinan'g 
B.«nl  of  the  Northwest,  held  at  Springfield.  111.,  March.  1880,  was  read  ).y  Mrs. 
H    H.  Foniythe. 

1    Sabbath  in  the  Hebrew  temple 
Dawned  with  rite  and  sacrifice  ; 
From  their  places  priest  an<l  psalmist 
Watcheil  soft  clouds  of  incense  rise. 


Tlien  the  golden  trumpets  trembled, 
Then  the  cymbals  clashed  again. 

While  the  choral  throng,  responsive, 
Caught  the  high,  prophetic  strain : 

2  "  Tnto  us  a  Son  is  given, 

Unto  us  a  child  is  born  ! 
Sing,  O  earth,  rejoice,  O  heaven. 

Now  is  come  the  promised  morn. 
Christ  shall  now  have  full  (hmiinion, 

Kings  shall  bow  before  His  feet, 
Gentile  lands  be  His  possession. 

Every  tongue  His  praise  repeat. 

3  "  Blessed  she  among  all  women 

Who  this  kingly  child  shall  bear  ; 
Praise  Him  on  the  sounding  cymbals, 

Praise  Him,  earth  and  sea  and  air  !  " 
From  the  court  beyond  the  altar 

Broke  there  then  a  wailing  cry. 
When!  on(\  old  and  sorrow-stricken, 

Prostrate  in  her  grief  did  lie. 

4  "  Woe  is  me,"  she  uttered,  sobbing  ; 

"  All  the  years  I  prayed  and  wept, 
Hoping  that  for  me  this  glory 

Somewhere  in  my  pathway  slept. 
Hoping  mine  should  be  the  Christrchild, 

Mine  the  blessed  motherhood. 
Every  maid  in  .Tudah's  borders 

Longed  for,  hoped  and  imderstood. 

5  "  Bui,  alas  !  the  vision  tarries. 

And  I  tremble  to  the  grave  ; 
Never  mine  can  be  the  joy  of 

Bearing  Him  who  comes  to  save  !  " 
Then  again  her  grief  o'erswept  her 

Likesome  tempest  of  the  night ; 
But  bevond  still  broke  the  chorus, 

"  Praise  Him,  all  ye  stars  of  light !  " 

6  Gone,  the  music  and  the  splendor. 

Gone,  long  years,  the  nation's  pride, 
Where,  in  fulness  of  the  vision, 

Christ  was  born  and  crucified. 
Yet  behold,  still  comes  an  aiigel. 

Silently  through  all  the  land, 
Lilv  of  annunciation 

Holding  ever  in  his  hand  ! 

7  Lo  !  within  our  souls  the  promise 

Burns  in  song  forever  new  — 
"  Christ  the  Lord  is  born  within  you, 

Ye  who  my  commandments  do. 
Y'e,  my  sister  and  my  mother, 

Hi<:h  or  low,  o'er  all  the  earth  ! " 
Oh  I  how  throbs  each  heart  of  woman 

In  the  mystery  of  that  birth  ! 


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8  IJlosscd  slit!  wlio,  tliou^h  iu»t  soeiny, 

Yet  willi  loyul  licaii  believes, 
Tiiri)iii;li  liiis  s|)iri(u:il  li-:ivuil 

III  licr  >uiil  liii;  C  liii^i  rf«'»'ivi's. 
Vt't,  likt:  that  |iuri!  iiiaiilou  iiiotlicr 

Oil  till!  fair  tluilcaii  liills, 
Kadi  who  truly  bears  liiis  Saviour 

Wider  jirojihecy  lullills. 

!•   Each  is  ])ri('stt'ss  at  an  altar 

l''or  tlu!  world's  dcsjiairiiij;  need; 
Ivicli  sonn!  ijil't  may  cast  uiioii  it. 

Each  some  sacrilice  may  pK'ud. 
Oh!  if  ours  be  that  fuilillmcMt, 

Ours  tliat  blessed  inotherho«)d. 
Wept  for  by  each  Hebrew  maiden, 

Though  it  led  to  Calvary's  rood, 

10  What  can  stay  our  joy's  tliai.ksj^'iviiig  ? 

Wiiat  can  bind  our  eaj^er  feet  ? 
Where  the  gilt  or  jjraise  sntlicing 

Debt  so  measureless  to  meet? 
Oil  !   let  tide  of  fervt-nt  loving 

Sweep  us  on  and  out  to  men. 
Till  to  every  soul  a  Saviour 

Makes  a  uew,  glud  Bethlehem. 

EATK  11.  JCIHNaON. 
Aubuni.  N.  v..  Much.  1880. 


IT   IS   MORE   BLESSED. 

1  (live  I  as  the  morning  that  flows  out  of  heaven  ; 
Give  !  as  the  waves  when  their  channel  is  riven  ; 
( live  !  as  the  air  and  sunshine  are  given  ; 

Lavishly,  utterly,  carelessly  give. 
Not  the  wasl«!  ilrops  of  thy  cup  overflowing. 
Not  the  faint  sparks  of  thy  hearth  ever  glowing, 
Not  a  p.ile  bud  from  the  .luiie  rose's  blowing. 

Give  as  lie  gave  thee,  who  gave  thee  to  live. 

2  Pour  out  thy  love  like  the  rush  of  a  river 
Wa.sting  its  waters,  for  ever  and  ever. 

Through  the  burnt  sumls  that  reward  not  the  giver 
Silent  or  son;;fiil,  thou  nearest  the  sea. 

Scatter  thy  life  as  tlu!  summer  shower's  jiouring ! 

What  if  no  binl  tliri>iii;ii  the  pearl-rain  is  .soaring? 

What  if  no  blossom  look  npwanl  adoring? 
Look  to  the  life  that  was  lavished  for  thee  I 

;1  f'livo,  though  thy  heart  may  l)e  wasted  and  weary, 
Laid  on  an  altar  all  ashen  and  dreary  ; 
Tiioiigh  from  its  pulses  a  faint  nii.serere 

IJeats  to  thy  soul  the  sad  presage  of  f.ite. 
Kind  it  with  cords  of  unshrinking  devotion; 
Sinili-  at  the  soiii^  of  its  restless  emotion  ; 
'  lis  the  stern  hymn  of  ilernity's  ocean  : 

Hear!  and  in  silenct!  thy  future  await. 

4  So  the  wild  wind  strews  its  perfumed  caresses. 
Evil  and  thankless  the  de.sert  it  blesses. 
Hitter  the  wave  that  its  soft  pinion  presses. 
Never  it  ceaseth  to  whisper  and  sing. 


What  if  the  hard  heart  give  thorns  for  thy  roses? 
What  if  on  rocks  tiiy  tired  bosom  re|K»heh? 
Sweetest  is  music  with  minor-keyed  closes, 

Eairchl  the  vines  that  on  ruin  will  cling. 
>i  Almost  till- day  of  thy  giving  is  over; 

Ere  from  th<-  ^rass  dies  the  bee-hauiit4-d  clover. 
Thou  wilt  have  vanished  from  friend  and  from  lover. 

What  shall  thy  longing  avail  in  the  grave? 
(Jive  as  the  heart  ;;ives  whose  fetters  are  itnakin", 
Lifi',  love,  and  hope,  all  thy  dreams  and  I  by  waking. 
Soon,  heaven's  river  thy  soul-fever  sl.i'kihi.'. 

Thou  shall  know  (Jo<l  and  the  gift  that  lie  gave. 

KOdB  TKABT  COOKL     USL 

THINE    IS   THE    POWER 

1  If  ev<  r  I  have  had  the  wish  to  lighten 

'I  he  burdens  of  a  single  weary  heart, 
Or  bid  the  clouds  depart. 
Till  cheerful  hope  should  life  with  color  brighten, 
It  is  because  desire  was  sent  to  mo 
Through  (lod's  own  agency. 

2  If  any  song  of  mine  had  sunbeam  spirit. 

Whose  inehxly  could  chas«!  the  tears  away, 
AikI  bring  some  hopeful  ray 
Where  nought  but  gloom  seenu-d  ever  to  inherit, 
It  was  a  ijift  bestowed  by  hand  divine, 
Allowed  through  me  to  shine. 

3  And  if  ever  I  breathed  in  trusting  prayer 

A  word  to  cause  the  erring  to  return, 
Making  the  conscience  burn 
With  the  strong  white  heat  of  its  convictions  there 
And  feeling   that  to  save  earth's  wealth    was 
Should  cling  to  Thy  dear  Cross  ;  [dross, 

4  To  Thee  beloni,n»  tlu-  jrlory  I   Thine  be  the   j)ower ! 

Eor  out  of  darkness  has  thou  lifte<l  nio 

Into  the  liberty 
And  li;,dit  of  Thy  sweet  p<'ace.     Ought  not  all  my 

He  spent  in  ;;rateful  homai,'e  to  my  King  [days 

And  tribute  to  llim  bring? 
0  I  am  His  witnes.s  yet  I  Iwtray  Him  so; 

That  look  He  gave  to  I'eter  oft  I  feel, 

Eor  cares  and  self  will  steal 
And  mingle  even  with  communion — then  flow 

The  penitential  tears;   'lis  Love  forgive*. 

And  Eaitli  looks  up  and  lives. 
G  How  little  1  am  iloingl   how  little  done! 

How  liiile  I  am  willing  to  endure; 

Ami  \<t  I  am  so  sure; 
The  hour  h:i.steiieth  w  hen  the  race  is  run ; 

Yes,  then  we  shall  lay  life's  weaiMtns  down. 

Ami  faithful  wear  the  crown. 
7  liy  that  strong  coni  of  price  that  luddeth  me. 

Hy  that  sweet  tie  of  hojM-  that  ever  binds, 

Ily  my  wfak  love — yet  finds 
Its  fount  of  immortality  in  Thee  ; 

I  know  the  |M>wer  that  saved  sliall  also  ke«'n 

Until  in  Chri.si  I  bleep. 

inaiLriiixii  iia«ii«ii.    UI4 


•i;]G 


WOMAN  IJV  SACRED  SONO. 


THY    KINGDOM    COME. 

APPUOr-IlIATK    roK    IlKAIII.Nti    AT   .MATKKXAI-  ASSOCIATIONS 
OU    I'lIAISK    MKKTI.NCiS. 

We  fain  would  soc  Tliy  lace,  dour  Lord,  as  did 

Of  old  tlie  ajiustolic  hand.     And  could 

Wo  sit  around  liio  mountain's  brow,  and  list 

Thy  tlirillihg  voice,  could  we  hut  gaze  upon 

Tiiy  God-liko  face,  and  wliile  the  evening  shadows 

Fail,  be  taught  that  wondrous  prayer, 

''Thy  Kingdom  come,  Thy  will  be  done,  as  it 

Is  (h)ne  in  Iloavon," 

We  were  content  (o  wait  and  pray 

With  nerves  all  thrilled  with  love  and  zeal  to  work. 

Wo  would  go  forth  with  tears  to  sow  ;  and  w lure 

Our  souls  by  burdens  sadly  overcome 

Flow  back  to  Thee  for  grace  and  strength  renewed. 

How  sweetly  on  our  ears  would  fall  those  words 

Divinely  spoken,    "Peace  I  give  to  you." 

If,  as  did  .John  beloved,  wo  too  could  li  an 

Enraptured  on  the  Saviour's  breast  and  drink 

Our  fill  of  knowledge  infinite,  we  then 

Could  take  these  many  crosses  up  and  hug 

Them  close,  could  sacrifice  our  homes  and  loves 

To  tell  o'er  all  the;  world  the  gospel  news. 

If  Thou  wort  here,  no  alabaster  l)ox 

Too  piecious  were  to  pour  upon  Thy  head. 

But  Thou   art  gone  on  high,  we  wait  below. 

And  see  far  oit'  the  cross  of  Cahary. 

The  griefs  and  sorrows  Thou  didst  l)ear,  were  they 

For  us  ?     Can  ointments  sweet  that  to  Thy  feet 

We  bring  fill  all  our  lives  with  sweet  perfume? 

Lord,  bring  back  our  dead  hearts  to  newer  life, 

Call  forth  the  faded  flowers  to  bloom  again  ; 

Then  shall  we  spin,  as  did  of  old  wise  ones, 

Of  blue  and  scarlet,  of  purple  and  of 

Linen  fine  to  make  our  olVorings. 

Or,  like  her  of  temple  fame,  a  widow  poor, 

With  lowly  mien,  who  tearful  and  trembling 

'•  Cast  her  two  mites  and  her  thought  seemed  boM 

When  she  wislied  their  weight  as  the  shining  gold," 

If  our  gifts  with  love  we  place  in  His  hand, 

Lik(!  seeds  with  wings  they  shall  fly  o'er  the  land. 

Some  may  fall  by  our  sides,  some  fiourish  afar, 

He  giv(!th  the  rain,  frost  and  heat  cannot  mar, 

Our  King  is  beside  us.  His  love  is  our  all, 

AVhat  are  crosses  and  losses,  when  ffi'/ts  are  so  small  ? 

Oh,  naught !    sound  forth  the  world  His  praise, 

Chant  Heaven  and  earth  His  love. 

Each  ter.r  of  Inu-  that  mourns  becomes 

A  diamond  in  His  crown. 

Each  sigh  a  flower,  whose  fragrant  breath 

Lisps  jjoace  to  angel  bands  ; 

Etieii  prayer  is  changed  into  a  ])eaceful  rill 

Which  (ills  the  soul,  a  fountain  from  our  (iod. 

An<l  does  He  reign  supreme  in  every  thnught  ? 

Our  weapons,  are  they  bright  ?  or  rust  bedinimed  ? 

If  this  King  shall  come,  as  suddenly  He  will, 

What  sheaves  hav(t  we  to  show  ? 

O  sisters  dear,  the  frav  witii  sin  goes  ou  ; 


Wilt  join  the  battle's  host  and  armor  near. 

Or  stay  thy  soul  on  chaff,  fill  up  thy  mind 

With  vanity,  hang  all  its  walls  with  fashion  plates 

And  lay  upon  its  shelves  only  the  latest  novel? 

(iod  made  no  superfluous  soul,  no  birds 

For  hununing  only. 

Mothers,  this  your  task  supreme,  to  nurture 

From  uidioly  air,  each  young  immortal. 

The  fair  young  children,  blessed  by  the  Saviour's  touch, 

Surely  all  little  ones,  henceforth,  we  bring 

To  Thee  ;  what  mission  more  divine  ? 

He  wills  our  sons  as  plants  be  strong  in  youth. 

Our  daughters  corner-stones,  whose  polishing 

Be  j)erfected  in  grace,  humility  and  love  ; 

Minds  filled  with  wisdom,  and  like  P>ve,  mother 

Of  all,   "  with  what  all  earth  or  heaven  could 

Bestow  to  make  her  amiable." 

'Tis  said,  "  Grace  was  in  all  her  thoughts  and 

Heaven  in  her  eye." 

Perhaps  one  day  the  Lord  will  call  of  these 

Our  darlings  to  boar  across  the  seas 

The  banner  of  His  dying  love.     How  can 

We  train  them  so  they'll  gladly  iieed  His  call? 

Or,  if  our  King  needs  help  for  those  whom  now 

He  calls  to  take  the  field,  must  we  refuse  ? 

Spirit  Divine,  Oh  !  guide  our  thoughts  to  Thee, 

Th(!  while  our  children  kneel  white-robed  to  say 

Their  evening  prayer.     Let  incense  sweet, 

Mixed  with  our  work  and  prayers. 

Before  Heaven's  altar  rise,  while  here 

W'c  cry  "  Our  Father's  Kingdom  come." 

MRH.    D.   W.    EVANS.      I860. 

"  Bockford  Seminary  Magazine,"  1880. 


THE   CRUSE    THAT    FAILETH    NOT. 

"  It  is  more  blessed  to  give  than  to  receive."  —Acts  ii :  35. 

1  Is    thy  cruse  of  comfort  wasting  ?  Rise  and  share  it 

with  another, 
And  through  all  the  years  of  famine,  it  shall  serve  thee 
and  tiiy  brother. 

2  Love  divine  will  fill  thy  store  house,  or  thy  handful 

still  renew  ; 
Scanty  fare  for  one  will  often  make  a  royal  feast  for 
two. 

3  For  the  heart  grows  rich  in  giving ;  all  its  wealth   is 

living  grain  ; 
Seeds,  which  mildew  in  the  garner,  scattered,  fill  with 
gold  the  plain. 

4  Is  thy  biinlen    hard  and  heavy  ?  do  thy  steps  drag 

wearily  ? 
Help  to  bear  thy  brother's  burden  ;  God  will   bear 
both  it  and  thee. 

5  Numb  and  weary  in  the  mountains,  wouldst  thou  sleep 

amidst  the  snow  ? 
Chafe  that  fro/en  form  beside  thee,  and  together  both 
shall  'dow. 


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6  Art  thou   stricken    in    life's  battle?  Many  \voum(1.<1 

round  tlicn  moan  ; 
Lavisii  on  tlicir   wouiuls  tliv   i);ilsun\,   and    ilial   i)alni 
.shall  lie  thine  own. 

7  Is  the  heart  a  well  hit  cinptN  ?  None  hut  (.Jod  its  void 

can  lill ; 
Nolhinj,'  hut  a  ceaseless   Founlain   can   its  ceuselusa 
longings  still. 
«   Is  the  heart  a  living  power  ?  Self-entwined,  its  strength 
sinks  low  ; 
It  can  only  live  in  loving,  and  hy   serving  love  will 
grow. 

EUZABKTll    KUM>LE  L'llAKLia. 

THE   FOOLISH    VIRGIN. 

1  ''rhe  midnight  comes  and  my  lamp  unllllidl" 

(lUack  and  stormy  the  night  wanes  on.) 
'•Sisters,  hilii !  ere  my  hope  he  kilhxl ; 
Give  of  your  store,  that  my  lami>  he  lilleil." 

(The  IJridegroom  into  tJie  House  hath  gone.) 

2  "Sisters,  help !  "  They  h.ivc  closed  the  door. 

(Ulack  and  stormy  the  night  wanes  on.) 
Naught  they  gave  of  their  hrimming  store, 
Kacii  ontf  watching  the  lamp  she  hore. 

(The  Uridegroom  into  the  House  hath  gone.) 
.1   "I  will  knock,  though  the  door  he  closed." 

(lllack  and  stormy  the  night  wanes  on.) 
••Lord,  Thy  handmaid  waits.     Unclose  ! 
Around  me  night  like  a  riviT  flows." 

(The  r.ridegrooui  into  the  House  hath  gone.) 
•1   "Who  knocks  so  late  frr)m  the  darkened  Kast?" 

(Tilack  and  stormy  the  night  wanes  on.) 
••Depart  I   I  know  nor  greater  nor  least 
Wiio  brings  no  light  to  the  marriage  feast." 

(The  IJriihgroom  into  the  House  hath  gone.) 
5  -Depart!  Too  late  !  "  O  words  of  doom  I 

(lilack  and  stormy  the  night  wanes  on.) 
Watch  well  thy  lamp,  that  it  light  the  gloom 
And  show  the  \>ay  to  the  festal  room. 

(The  r.ridegroom  into  the  Hou-^o  hath  gone.) 

MARIE  B.   WIUJAMH. 

A    LESSON. 

1  Oh  !  wait,  impatient  heart ! 

As  Winter  waits ;  her  song  birds  fled, 
And  every  nestling  blossom  dead. 

Beyond  the  purple  seas  they  sing ; 
Ueneath  soft  snows  they  sleep ; 
Thev  only  sleep.      Sweet  patience  keep, 

And  wait,  as  Winter  waits  for  Spring. 

2  And  hope,  thon  heavy  heart  ! 
H  tiny,  trembling  violet  fair 

lint  kiss  her  cheek— on  morning  air 

If  faintest  note  shall  fall — so  soon, 
Sweet  Spring  awakes  to  smile, 
Thougli  skies  are  gray.      In  liope  the  while. 
She  looks  to  greet  full,  golden  .Fune. 


o  Work,  work,  thou  restless  heart! 
As  royal  Sunmur  works;  to  warm 
To  richer  life,  and  hold  from  harm 

Her  lields  and  wood  ;    to  lint  with  gold 
And  rose  her  Iruitagi;  fair. 
Oidy  to  lay,  with  gracious  care. 

At  Autumn's  feel,  her  wealth  untold. 
4       Then  trust,  O  doubling  luarl ! 

As  Autumn  trusts  ;  bright  roi>e  iind  crown 
i'uts  by,  and  calndy  iieth  (hiun 

In  Winter's  c(»ld  c  inbraee  ;  for  ►o 
Ctod  wills.     Into  My  niglit 
Of  woe  shall  break  the  morning  light. 

As  burst  new  life  abo\e  the  snow. 

Mltfl     LCTIIEK   KEEXK.    1(83. 

FLEETING    MOMENTS 

On  the  shores  of  beauliful  T.ucerne  the  f.imily 
remaineil  about  three  nmiiihs,  .Mayllower's  In-alth 
varying;  sometimes  eonlinini;  her  to  the  housn, 
at  other  times  allowing  her  to  driv(;  about 
in  ft  Ilath-tdiair,  or  enjoy  little  rows  on  the  lake. 
The  week  after  her  arrival  she  walked  out  for  a 
short  distance,  leaning  on  her  mother's  arm  —  tho 
first  linn;  for  srnne  months, — and,  after  returning  to 
the  hotel,  w  rote  the  first  verses  of  tin;  ffdlowing  little 
j)oem,  w  hich  she  afterwards  comjdeted  : 

1  All  your  moments  now  come  trooping 

Through  the  golden  nir)rinng  bright  ; 
Staiidess  moments  are  they  waiting — 

O  my  sister !   use  them  right. 
For  they  each  will  bear  a  message 

To  the  Giver  of  the  light. 

2  You  have  duties  waiting  for  you  I 

l'|)  and  do  them  !  brave  ami  true  ! 
What  if  they're  but  '•every-day  ones?" 

They  are  what  Go<l  gives  to  you ; 
And  lik(!  those  of  great  anil  noble. 
Your  brief  moments  go  up  tot). 

3  You  have  tri.ils.     Ah  I  my  sister. 

There  are  others  mourning  Uh> — 
Sit  not  still  in  lonely  .sorrow. 

(iive  them  help  and  comfort  true  ; 
And  in  loading  so  your  moments 

Will  not  you  have  comfort,  loo  ? 

4  Comfort,  it  a  pale  face  brightens 

As  your  step  falls  on  the  ear ; 
If  some  |MK>r  one,  sad  and  weary. 

Learns  that  with  you  ln'lp  is  near; 
Comfort,  when  from  children's  f.-ict-s, 

Willi  a  ^mile  you  chas<-  the  tear? 

5  Mayhap  suffering  is  yonr  portion 

As  the  days  steal  into  years  ; 
Do  the  monient-f  flitting  upwards 

Carry  from  yi»n  only  tears? 
Have  \(»u  nnu<;ht  for  which  to  thank  Him? 

And  we  know  the  Father  hears. 


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"  Aiii)iiit  and  sanctify  as  Priests,  and  consecrate  to 

Tliy  brother  Aaron  and  his  sous,  for  holiest  minis- 
try." 

5  Wherever  tliis  word  "  Consecrate,"  occurs    in    the 

cuniniand, 
The  margin  amplifies  the  term,  and  gives  it, —  "  Fill 

the  liand." 
The  sprinkled  blood  of  sacrifice  the  lifted  hands  must 

show. 
And  tlien  with  oiTerings  must  be  filled,  and  conse- 
crated so. 
For   service   and   for  sacrifice,  the  hands  were  set 

apart, 
Full    hands   alone   would  indicate  devotion  of  the 

heart ; 
And  only  thus,  the  Priest  of  God  for  all  the  flock 

might  plead, 
As  at  the  Tabernacle  door,  he  stood  to  intercede. 

6  liut  look  again,  in  Chronicles,  and  read  of  Israel's 

King, 
Preparing  for  the  house  of  God,  of  every  precious 

thing. 
The  purest  "Gold  for  things  of  gold," —  the  silver 

well-refined  ! 


The  offices  herein  set  forth  are  gone,  with  ages  told. 

Can  ceremonials  obsolete,a  duty  now  unfold? 

Behold  iiow  Peter,  in   the  Book,  his  letter  has  ad- 
dressed, 

To  *'  scattered  strangers  "  all  abroad,  yet,  "  Kings 
and  Priests  "  confessed  ; 

And  '•  lie  hath  made  us  priests,"  writes  John.  Then 
we  may  intercede  ; 

We  are  to  "  lift  up  holy  hands,"  in  faith  and  love  to 
plead. 

Then  have  we  filled  our  hands  ?      C(ai  we  be  satis- 
fied with  less  ? 

Our  consecration   Jesus  seeks,   lie  longs  to  fully 
bless. 
9  Our  hands  seem  full.     The  clamoring  world  appeals 
in  all  its  need. 

The  opening  fields  in  which  to  serve,  are  multijjlied 
indeed. 

And  here  is  one,  that  stretches  out  beneath  our  native 
sky, 

Our  own  doors  open  into  this,  we  cannot  pass  it  b}'. 

The  great  Home  field   which  God  has  given,  with 
work  which  He  has  planned. 

In   this   the  call   to  Woman  comes.     She   too   may 
"  fill  her  hand." 


With  large  material  for  the  work,  of  every  sort  and  iQ  "What    means    this   widening  "Woman's   Work"? 

kind.  Why  thus  do  multiply 

That  waited  but  the  skillful  touch  to  fashion  as  de-  Her  opportunities  to  serve,  whom  Clirist  has  lifted 

signed  ;  liigh 

Now  mark   his  question,   which   all    hearts    would  By  Ilis  own  gospel  everywhere,  to  (piccnly  place  and 

quickly  understand  :  power  ? 

"  Wlio  then  is  willing,  unto  God,  this  day  to  fill  his  Has  not  the  Master  added  this  as  her  most  gracious 

hand  ?  "  dower  ? 

(Material  is  of  use  alone,  with  labor  at  command.)  j^   ^^^  ^^^^^^  ,,^j  ^^^^^^  f^^^  ,^^^1^^^  ^^.^^^^-^^^  ^^,^^^j  q^^I  1^^^ 

7  Still  further  on  the  book  records  King  Hezekiah's  placed  tlierein, 


reign. 
The  cleansing  of  the  House  of  God,  removing  every 

stain  ; 
And  after  sacrifice  and  song,  the  Royal  word  we 

hear  : 
"  Now  ye  have  filled  your  hands  to  God,  with  thank- 
fulness come  near ; " 
Come  near  to  Him,  whom  thus  ye  serve.     Has  He 

not  grown  more  dear  ? 
Then  later,   when  the  posts  went  out,  to  summon 

through  the  land 
The  tribes,  to  keep  the  solemn  feast,  we  note  the 

King's  command: 


He  ofi'ers  this  beside,  that  we  the  greater  jo}'   may 

win. 
We  may  not,  on  the  instant,  say  we  cannot  give  it 

place  ; 
Can  we  be  sure  our  hands  are  full,  until  a  little  space 
We  seek  to  know  what  load   we  bear,  and  wait  to 

hear  His  voice. 
Whose  lightest  whisper  of  command   will  leave  to 

us  no  choice  ? 
Perhaps  we  might  drop  out  some  things  that  crowd 

the  ofierings  now — 
The  things  of  self,  and  of  this  life,  we  only  half  allow. 
12  Some  hands,  indeed,  are  almost  full — the   Lord   has 


"  Be  not  ye  as  your  fathers  were,  but  give  to  God  taken  care  ; 

the  hand,  And  yet,  there  may  be  room   to  hold  more  incense. 

And  enter  tlius  His  holy  house,  which  He  hath  sane-  even  there. 

tified.  Our  Lord  will  know,  but  who  can   say,  "I've  given 

And  serve  tlic  Lord  your  God   for  aye,   that  so  ye  enough  of  praver  ?  " 

may  abide.  Our  dutv  and  deliglit  herein,  tlie  blaster  will  declare. 
So  runs  ll...  Word  — but  instances  need  not  be  mul-    j.,   -1^,,^,.^  „;.^^.  ,,^  ^^^^^^  ^^.j^^  ,,.,^.^,  ,^^^   ^.^.^   ..^^.ji^^.i  t,,^ 

"P'"''-  utmost  bound. 

8  Have  irr  "  full  hands  ?  "     But  why  inquire  concern-  Who  long  to  consecrate  themselves  in  gratitude  pro- 

'wvj.  ihint's  of  old.  found, 


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To  Him  whose  Iiumls  are  ever  full  of  blessings  rich 

and  free — 
Those  ijieiced  hands,  stretched  out,  for  us,  upon   the 

cruel  tree  ; 
Then  lieie  is  work  for  heart  and   hand,  with  claims 

of  nr^'cnt  need. 
The  Christians  in  this  favored  land,  as  Priests  should 

intercede. 
For  strani^ers  to  our  borders  come,  and  iirnorant  of 

God  ; 
For    races   called  "exceptional,"   herein   dispersed 

abroad. 

14  AVIiat  rich  material   here   abounds,  for   that  great 

Temple  fair, 
That  silently  is  going  up  with  its  adornings  rare. 
Shall  "gold  for  things  of  gold,"  lie  waste,  and  silver 

unreHned, 
Because  no  "  cunning  workman's"  hand  is  moved  by 

willing  mind  'i 
Shall  gems  be  lost  that  might  adorn  the  Palace  of 

the  King? 
And  shall  the  handmaids  of  the  Lord  their  offerintrs 

fail  to  bring  ? 

15  "Ye  that  have  fdl   your  hands,  come   near."  IIow 

blessed  is  this  place  ! 
The  Lord  aceepteth  now  thy  gifts,  in  His  exceeding 

grace. 
" Thy  (){F»rings  are  a  savour  sweet."     Though   not 

by  cloud  and  hre 
The  answer  comes,  yet,  none  the  less,  receive   thy 

heart's  desire. 
And    see  the  glory   of    the    Lord.     Then,    go    thy 

separate  track 
And  let   thy  robes  be   always   white,   thy  head   no 

ointment  lack. 
For,  when  we  "  till  the  hand  "  to  Go<l,  He   fills  the 

heart  with  joy, 
And  trains  us  for  the  Songs  of  Praise  which  ever- 
more employ 
The    ransomed    hosts    above,    who  join    in   jubilant 

acclaim, 
Ascril)ing    kingdom,    power    and     might,    to    one 

transcendent  Name ! 

JVIAK   H    JOBKBTnN. 
PeorU.  IlL     Xot.  1881 


THE   VISION   AND  THE    KNOCK. 

1  The  trance  of  golden  afternoon 

Lay  on  .ludcan  skies  ; 
The  trance  of  vision,  like  a  swoon, 

Sealed  the  Ajxjstle's  eves. 
Upon  the  roof  he  sat  and  saw 
Angelic  han.ls  let  down  and  draw 
Auain  the  miijhty  vessel  full 
Of  beasts  and  birds  iunumcrablo. 


2  Three  times  the  heavenly  virion  fell, 

'ihree  times  tin;  Lord's  voice  s|>uke, 
When  IVter,  loath  to  break  the  sjn-ll, 

Roused  from  his  trance  and  wt)ke, 
To  hear  a  common  sounri  and  rude, 

AVhich  jarred  and  shook  his  solitude 

TIk!  knocking  at  the  doorwav  near 
Where  stood  the  two  from  C'asarea. 

3  And  should  he  heed  or  should  he  stay  ? 

Scarce  had  the  vision  fled  — 
Perchance  it  might  return    that  day. 

Perchance  more  words  be  said 
By  the  Lord's  voice  ;  —  he  rises  slow  ; 
Again  tin;  knocking  ;    he  must  go  ; 
Nor  guessed,  while  going  down  th«!  stair, 
That  'twas  the  Lord  who  called  him  there. 

4  Had  he  sat  still  upon  the  roof, 

Wooing  the  vi-ion  long, 
The  (Jentile  world  had  missed  the  truth. 

And  heaven  one  "sweet  new  song." 
Souls  might  have  perished   in  blin<i'j.ain. 
And  the  Lord  Christ  have  died  in  vain 
For  them  ;  —  he  knew  not  wimt  it  meant, 
But  Peter  rose,  and  I'eter  went. 

5  O  souls  which  sit  in  upper  air, 

Longing  for  heavenly  sight. 
Glimpses  of  truth  all  tieeting-fair, 

Set  in  unearthly  lii,'lit. — 
Is  there  no  knocking  heard  below. 
For  which  you  should  ari.M-  and  go, 
Leaving  the  vision,  and  again 
Bearing  its  message  unto  men  ? 
C  Sordid  the  world  were  vision  not ; 
But  fruitless  were  your  stav  ; 
So,  having  seen  the  sight,  and  got 

The  message,  haste  awav. 
Though  pure  and  bright  tliy  liigher  air, 
And  hot  the  street  and  dnil  the'stair. 
Still  get  thee  down,  for  who  shall  know 
'Tis  not  the  Lord  who  knocks  1k-Iow  ? 

suha.v  coolidoi. 

In  "ChrUtiuj  Cnl..n." 

New  Ipswich,  N.  H..  An*..  188t. 

SIMONS  QUESTION. 

1  "  Go  thoii"  had  said  the  Master  ;   "  feed 

My  sheep  —  my  Iambs."     But  lingering  yet 

lieside  the  blue  Gennesaret, 
The  restless  Simon  asks, — (why  need 
He  know,  whose  coward  word  and  ileed 

By  such  appeal  h.ad  just  been  met.') 

2  "And  what  shall  t/ii.-<  man  do?"      He  tumo<I 

To  one  wlio,  silent,  followed  on 

Behind  him, — the  Ixlovid  .lohn, 
Who.se  soul  with  dee|HT  reverence  burni>»l. 
By  reason  of  the  teachings  learne^l 

rhrougli  three  days'  anguish  uudergonc. 


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3  Tlif  nisli,  imj)Ctuous  sj)irit  still 

Must  meet  ;i  Irusli  ri'l)uku,  aud  be 

C'liiildon,  albeit  teiKlt  rly,  . 
As  Ji'sus  answers  :    "If  I  will 
That  lie  should  tarry  here  until 

1  come,  what  matters  that  to  thee  ?  " 

4  We.  later  followers,  thus  we  let 

Our  fluty  lie  undone,  as  though 
It  were  our  first  concern  to  know 

Wiiat  duties  are  for  others  set, 

And  ask  tlie  very  (|uestion  yet 
Tliat  Simon  asked  so  long  ago. 

5  "  Feed  thou  my  siicep."     The  living  word 

Which  tlius  of  old  the  Master  spake, 

Upon  our  ears  can  never  break ; 
But  every  soul  may  still  be  stirred 
By  the  command  that  Simon  heard 

That  summer  day  beside  tlie  lake. 

MARUARET  J.  FRK8T0N. 


MOTH-EATEN. 

1  I  had  a  beautiful  garment. 

And  I  laid  it  by  with  care ; 
I  folded  it  close  with  lavender  leaves, 

Tn  a  napkin  fine  and  fair  ; 
"  It  is  far  too  costly  a  robe,"  I  said, 

"  For  one  like  me  to  wear." 

2  So  never  at  morn  or  evening 

I  put  my  garment  on  ; 
It  lay  by  itself,  under  clasp  and  key. 

In  the  perfumed  dusk  alone. 
Its  wonderful  broidery  hidden. 

Till  many  a  day  had  gone. 

3  There  were  guests  who  came  to  my  portal, 

There  were  friends  who  sat  with  me, 
And  clad  in  soberest  raiment 

I  bore  them  company  ; 
I  knew  that  I  owned  a  beautiful  robe. 

Though  its  splendor  none  might  see. 

4  There  were  poor  who  stood  at  my  portal. 

There  were  orphaned  sought  my  care ; 
I  gave  them  the  tenderest  pity, 

Hut  had  nothing  besides  to  spare ; 
1  had  only  the  beautiful  garment 

And  the  raiment  for  daily  wear. 

5  At  last,  on  a  feast  day's  coming, 

I  thought  in  my  dress  to  shine  ; 
I  would  please  myself  with  the  lustre 

Of  its  shifting  colors  fine  ; 
I  would  walk  with  pride  in  the  marvel 

Of  its  rarely  rich  design. 

6  So  out  from  the  dust  I  bore  it — 

The  lavender  fell  away — 
And  fold  on  fold  I  held  it  up 

To  lh(^  searching  light  of  the  d.ay. 
Alas  !    I  lie  glory  had  perished 

While  there  iu  its  place  it  lay. 


7  Who  seeks  for  the  fadeless  beauty 

Must  seek  for  the  use  that  seals 
To  the  grace  of  a  constant  blessing 

The  beauty  that  use  reveals. 
For  into  the  folded  robe  alone 

The  moth  with  its  blightincf  steals. 

MAROAUET  E.  8ANORTEH. 

In  "Uaii>er's  Bazar." 
WORK. 

1  We  pray  for  rest ;  but  would  it  be  true  rest 

To  idly  spend  the  hours  life  doth  give  ? 
Is  not  the  boon  of  which  we  are  in  quest 

Rather  the  strength  and  aims  by  which  we  live  ? 
And  liviiiy  is  not  idle  ease  nor  play, 

But  earnest  striving  for  a  nobler  type 
Of  manhood  and  of  womanhood  each  day, 

Till  for  God's  "  better  land  "  we  shall  be  ripe. 

2  And  not  by  a  few  acts  or  words  do  we  become 

The  images  of  beauty  God  will  place 
Within  the  keeping  of  the  angel's  home ; 

But  even  as  doth  sculjitor's  chisel  trace 
The  forms  of  loveliness  from  out  the  stone. 

By  every  daily  deed  and  word  and  thought 
The  soul  is  fashioned  ;  and  the  flesh  outgrown, 

Reveals  the  form  life's  slow,  sure  work  has  wrought. 

3  Then  let  us  take  the  means  with  faithful  hands ; 

Nor  think  the  work  is  other  than  our  own  : 
For,  though  the  Master  near  to  help  us  stands, 

Would  w'e  be  better  than  the  senseless  stone 
If  passive,  mute,  inert  our  souls  could  be 

Given  their  forms  as  marble  statues  are  ? 
O  Father,  no  !  and  if  unskillfully 

We  sometimes  work,  and  fair  proportions  mar, 

4  Thou  still  art  kind  ;  and  Thy  perfecting  hand 

Deals  needful  strokes,  from  which  with  human  pain 
Recoiling  we  may  cry,  nor  understand 

How  much  our  present  grief  is  future  gain. 
But,  since  we  feel  these  are  Thy  means  and  ways, 

Ought  we  to  scorn  our  earthly  toil  or  sphere  ? 
The  work  that  winneth  here  no  mortal  praise 

To  God  and  angels  may  be  found  most  dear. 

BERTHA   H.    ELLSWORTH.      1881. 

In  tho  "Umon  Signal." 
WORK. 

What  are  we  set  on  earth  for  ?     Say  to  toil, 

Nor  seek  to  leave  the  tending  of  the  vines. 

For  all  the  heart  o'  the  day,  till  it  declines, 

Aud  Death's  wild  curfew  shall  from  work  assoil. 

God  did  anoint  thee  with  Ilis  odorous  oil. 

To  wrestle,  not  to  reign  ;  aud  Me  assigns 

All  thy  tears  over,  like  pure  crystallines 

For  younger  fellow-workers  of  the  soil 

To  wear  for  anmlets.     So  others  shall 

Take  patience,  labor,  to  their  heart  and  hand. 

From  thy  heart  and  tiiy  hand  and  thy  brave  cheer. 

Shall  God's  grace  make  fruitful  through  thee  to  all. 

Tlie  least  flower  with  a  brimming  cup  may  stand 

Aud  share  its  dewdrop  with  another  near. 

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THE    WORK   OF   OUR    HANDS. 

1  "The  work  of  our  hands,  establish  thou  it." 

So,  often,  with  thoughtless  lips  \\v,  pray  ; 
But  lie  who  sits  in  th(!  heavt-ns  shall  say, 
"Is  the  work  of  thy  hands  so  fair  and  fit, 
That  ye  dare  so  pray  ? 

2  "The  work  of  thy  hands,  is  it  fairl}'  writ, 

In  luminous  lines,  that  all  may  see? 
Is  it  shelter  as  strength,  like  the  spreading  tree 
In  whose  green  shadow  men  may  sit  ? 
Dare  ye  answer  me? 

3  "Is  it  strong  as  the  wonderful  bonds  that  knit 

All  truth  as  one  ?   Is  it  ])ure  as  snow  ? 
As  gracious  and  sweet  as  the  winds  that  blow?  l 
As  true  as  the  stars  that  are  nightly  lit 
For  the  world  below  ? 

4  "Will  the  work  of  your  hands  for  aye  transmit 

Truth  and  beauty,  and  love  and  |)raise — 
AVill  it  lead  and  light  to  the  heavenly  way  ? 
Answer  me,  soul ;  Shall  I  'stablish  it 
'Gainst  the  day  of  da3s  ?" 

5  Softly  we  answer :  "Lord,  make  it  fit,  n 

The  work  of  our  hands,  that  so  we  may 
Lift  our  voices  and  dare  to  pray. 
The  work  of  our  hands,  establish  Thou  it, 
For  ever  and  aye." 

CABLOTTA  PERRY. 
Milwaukee,  Wis.    Sept.  18£i. 


5   O  bless(;d  hour  !     At  Josus'  feet 

W(!  held  eoniinunion,  calm  and  sweet ; 
The  weak  found  strengtli,  tlie  weary  rest. 
The  bruised  reed  was  heale<l  and  blest ; 
The  sins  we  wept,  His  love  forgave, 
The  good  we  sought,  Ilis  mercy  gave. 


WITH    ONE    ACCORD. 

1  "With  one  accord  ! "   The  day  had  brought 
It~s  ve.\ing  cares  ;  its  an.xious  thought ; 
With  labor  worn,  with  doubts  perple.\ed, 
With  toils  and  troubles  sorely  vexed  ; 
When  evening  brought  its  hour  of  prayer, 
With  sweet  accord  we  gathered  there. 

2  No  lofty  hall,  no  frescoed  room ; 
Its  outmost  corners  sle|)t  in  gloom ; 

Its  walls  were  j)lain  ;  its  seats  were  bare ; 
And,  though  a  King  held  audience  there, 
Yet  they  wiio  brought  Him  offerings  meet. 
Came  softly  in,  with  tired  feet. 

3  "The  door  was  shut !  "  "With  one  accord  " 
We  kneeled  before  our  risen  Lord  ; 

Some  needed  strength  ;  some  needeil  peace ; 
Some  prayed  that  wrongs  and  woes  might  cease ; 
All  felt  the  need  of  hunible  prayer ; 
All  needed  Clirist.  and  Christ  was  there! 

4  As  one  of  old,  whose  heart  wa>i  moved, 
To  touch  the  robe  of  Him  she  loveil. 

We  stretched  our  hands,  we  named  His  name. 
While  yet  we  spake  the  answer  came ! 
From  every  heart  was  rolled  away 
The  weary  burden  of  the  day. 


KABR. 
Sedxwiok.  Kan.     1884. 


THE    MESSENGER. 

"Bleoed  U  the  man  that  hcarvth  Mu,  watclilng  doily   at  My  gatci,  waltins 
at  the  iKMls  of  .My  Uoorn."  -  IVotitU  rlli :  34. 

I  stand  at  His  gate  to-day, 

I  linger  beside  His  door; 
'Twill  not  be  in  vain  if  I  do  but  wait, 

I  have  proved  Him  often  before. 
I  am  watching  with  eager  eye, 

Listening  with  open  ear  ; 
For  the  Master's  voice  I  must  catch  tOKJay, 

Each  word  must  be  jjlain  and  clear. 

For  a  message  I  have  to  bear  ; 

He  told  me  I  was  to  come  — 
That  He  had  work  for  me  to  do. 

To  carry  a  message  home. 
I  know  not  what  it  will  be ; 

Whether  a  simple  word. 
Or  whether  'twill  cost  me  toil  and  pain 

To  utter  all  I  have  heard. 


3  But  often  'tis  happy  work. 

For  His  message  is  full  of  cheer ; 
Ilis  words  of  comfort,  of  hope,  of  love, 

Wipe  away  many  a  tear. 
Sometimes  'tis  a  pardon  free 

To  a  rebel  condemned  to  die  ; 
Wlien  my  Lord  says,  "  Loose  him,  and  let  him  go," 

Oh  !  who  lias  such  joy  as  I  ! 

4  Sometimes  'tis  "  Return  !  "  "  Return  I  " 

To  a  child  who  has  grieved  Him  sore; 
And  how  sweet  to  hear  the  faltering  tones, 

"Can  I  ever  grieve  Him  more?" 
Or  perhaps  'tis  a  warning  voice  ; 

Counsel  both  wise  and  true, 
To  one  who  stands'  in  a  slippery  place. 

Knowing  not  what  to  do. 

5  And  though  some  will  not  heed 

The  mes.sage  I  have  to  tell. 
My  Lord  will  know —  for  He  told  me  so— 

If  I  do  my  service  well. 
So  I  listen  beside  His  trat<\ 

And  I  hush  my  heart  to  he.ar ; 
For  the  M.Lster's  voice  I  must  catch  to-<lay. 

And  each  word  must  be  plain  and  char. 

aC0ftOU9tA   «     TATLOR. 

£ii«laiid.  ua\ 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


TO    A    HEBREW   DEAF-MUTE. 

1  AV^iiiin^.  hroilier,  \v:iiiing, 

For  Miissiali,  Kiii<;, 
Wiio  to  Isnic'l's  (•hil(lr(!n 

Frt'iHlom,  joy  will  hriiis;. 
He  has  ooiiu!,  tlioui^li  lowly, 

And  ill  every  zone 
Iloliost  of  tlio  holy, 

Waits  to  set  His  throne. 

2  Ilopiii!^,  brother,  lio|)ing 

For  the  promised  light 
That  will  end  forever 

The  long,  dismal  night. 
Law  and  iirojjhels  fasten 

Round  the  dense  and  drear, 
With  but  expectation 

Heart  and  mind  to  cheer. 

3  Give  thy  hoping  over, 

It  is  useless  now, 
And  in  reverent  homage 

To  Immanuel  bow, 
For  the  li^ht  is  beamins 

O'er  all  longing  ones, 
Brighter  than  the  gleaming 

Of  a  million  suns. 

4  Longing,  brother,  longing, 

For  a  fountain  sweet. 
For  pure,  living  waters 

Anil  a  rest  comidete. 
Lo  I  a  fount  is  flowinj. 

Copious  and  free. 
Rest  and  peace  are  offered 

Without  price  to  thee. 

5  Seeking,  brother,  seeking 

For  the  royal  way 
To  the  heavenly  Canaan, 

To  the  perfect  day. 
Seek,  Oh  !   seek  no  longer, 

For  the  way  is  found, 
Narrow,  straight,  but  wholly 

Consecrated  ground. 

6  Hoping,  waiting,  longing. 

Seeking,  all,  give  o'er, 
Lo  !   Messiah  opens 

Wi<le  the  Gospel  door. 
Leave  the  types  and  shadows 

For  the  substance  real. 
For  the  (Christ  is  mighty 

To  redeem  and  heal. 

7  Hasten,  brother,  hasten. 

Time  is  Hying  fast. 
Mercy's  calls  are  echoing 

In  each  breeze  and  blast. 
Hasten  now  to  Jesus, 

.losus  crucilicd, 
And  thy  soul's  deep  longing 

Shall  be  satisfied. 


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ANOKLINE  Kni.MCIl. 

Saranna.  Til    1883. 
"The  Vcuture,"  by  per. 


THE   CHURCH. 

1  I  watched  the  builders,  day  by  day, 
liuilding  a  church  across  the  way  ; 

2  IJlock  after  block,  with  nicest  care. 
They  i)iled  the  granite  firm  and  fair, 

3  And  set  the  windows  all  ablaze 

With  memories  of   Christ's  earthly  days ; 

4  Windows  and  woodwork  rich  and  rare 
To  twilight  gloomed  the  noonday's  glare. 

5  And  curtained  <lesk  and  cushioned  seat 
Glowed  like  the  ruby's  steadfast  heat. 

6  "They  build,"  I  heard  a  man  declare, 
"A  house  of  pride  as  such  as  prayer." 

7  But  quick  his  comrades  answered,  "  Nay, 
They  build  as  in  the  Jewish  day, 

8  "  When  of  their  best  the  people  brought, 
And  their  best  works  the  artists  wrought." 

9  But  still  his  words  the  first  maintained  — 
"  The  world  in  selfishness  has  gained." 

10  And  still  I  heard  the  other  say. 

With  shaking  head,  his  pleasant  "  nay ; " 

11  And  to  myself  all  softly  said, 

"A  thousand  blessings  on  his  head  ; " 

12  "  For  he  in  purest  truth  has  caught 
The  charity  that  Jesus  taught ;  " 

13  "And  unto  him  the  house  of  God 
By  angel-feet  is  always  trod." 

14  And  in  no  temple  built  with  hands 
For  us  the  High  Priest  w-aiting  stands, 

15  If  from  the  altars  of  our  hearts 
Sin's  heavy  vaU  His  presence  parts. 

JOSIE  LEIGH. 


RUTH.    OR,    THE   SATISFIED   SOUL. 

"  Tbe  Lord  recompense  thy  work,  and  a  full  reward  be  giren  thee  of  the 
I/)rd  God  of  Israel,  under  whose  wings  Uiou  art  come  to  trust."— .liutb  ii :  12. 

1  I  was  a  gleaner  once  Ruth  ii :  2. 

In  fields  belonging  to  a  stranger-Lord  ;  ii:  3. 

Many  gleaned  there  in  happiness  and  j)eace, 

Fed  by  His  hand  and  hanging  on  His  word  :  ii :  4. 
Thev  were  His  purchased  ones. 

But  I  was  all  unknown.  A  journey  long  i:  7,  19. 
Had  brouiiht  me  to  that  field,  weary  and  lone,  ii :  ii. 

Gathering  a  few  chance  ears  amid  the  throng. 

2  The  Master  met  mc  there;  ii :  8,  13. 

He  spoke.  He  cheered  ;  "handfuls  of  purpose"  fell 

[ii:   16. 
Close  to  mv  path,  that  I  might  have  enough  : 

(Oh  !  blessed  those  who  near  such  fullness  dwell !) 
And  soon  I  found  true  rest,  iii :  i. 

The  jov,  the  bliss  of  lying  at  His  feet ;  iii :  14. 
'Twas  with  a  trembling,  fearful  heart  I  came, 

[iii :   10,  IL 
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3  Yet  now  I  know  new  dopths 

01    bles.H«!(lnis«  and  rest,  :ill  unalloyofl, 
The  peuco  of  I'll!  rcilctiij)li()n  l)()Ui;lil  liy  IIim,[iv  :   10, 

To  be  thruugli  all  i-tenuly  enjoyed: 
In  conscious  union  now 

With  Ch'ist,  uiy  risen  Lord,  wliosc  lovo  and  power 
Are  all  on  «ue  bestowed  in  richest  grace, 

I  live  J>  sweet  communion  hour  by  hour. 

UEOKdIANA  M.   TAYI.OK.      EllgUlud.  1S7G. 

UNTIL    THE    END. 
1  To  do  God's  will — that's  all 

Tha*  need  concern  us  ;  not  to  carp,  or  ask 
The  meaning  of  it ;  but  to  ply  our  task 

Whali^ver  may  befall : 
Accepting  good  or  ill  as  He  shall  send, 
And  wait  until  the  end. 
•*  What  if  a  sjiire  of  grass 

Should  dare  assert  itself  against  His  power, 
And  question  wherefore  He  witldield  the  shower 

Or  let  the  tempest  pass 
To  shred  its  stem  and  |)our  its  juices  out, 
Or  shrivel  it  with  drought  ? 

3  Each  atom  God  hath  made 

Yields  to  His  primal  law  obedience  true, 
Whether  it  be  a  star,  a  drop  of  dew, 

Forest  or  ferny  blade. 
Should  one  resist,  the  world  would  feel  the  spell 

"  Hehold  !  a  miracle  !  " 

4  If  Nature  thus  can  bow, 

Witii  aiMpiiescence  absolute,  profound, 
liefore  the  mysteries  tiiat  gird  her  round. 

Nor  ever  disallow 
The  pressure  of  tlie  Hand  abovc^  her,  why 

ShouKl  not  tliis  conscious  I .^ 
f)  Wherefore  is  man  so  loth, 

WiiliDUt  presumptuous  quest  into  the  cause 
Of  this  or  that,  in  (Jod's  inviolate  laws, 

To  trust,  as  Nature  doth. 
Content,  altiiough  he  may  not  comprehend, 

To  wait  until  the  end  ! 

MARGARET  J,    PKEMTOV. 

Li'XingUin.  Va.    1883.    lii  "  Tuu  Iiidtpcudent." 

FAITH     NEEDS    NO   CHART. 

1  Kaith  nt;ed%  no  ciiart ;  across  tiie  boundless  seas 
Of  infinite  life — (iod's  breath  for  breeze  — 
Sails  on  our  ship,  nor  path  is  marked  to  know 
Whence  we  have  come  and  whitlur  we  shall  go. 

2  D.irk  thoui,'li  the  night  be,  with  the  cloud  o'erhead, 
D.ii  k  though   tlu!  wave  be,  widther  wt-  are  led, 
Kailii  ut  the  prow  —  Christ's  star  upon  her  breast, — 
Pilots  us  safe   to  some  fair  harbor's  rest. 

3  Faiiii  needs  no  chart ;  the  way  is  cU'ft  apart 
Through  d(>epest  ocean  for  the  following  heart; 
The  radiant  footsteps  of  a  Christ  of  faith 
Havt;  trixl  the  path.     '"IJe  not  afraid,"  He  saith. 

4  Go  thou  in  courage,  and  be  strong  to  smile 
For  weaker  traveller  o'er  the  weary  while  ; 
Knowing  the  day  will  dawn  from  out  the  nii;ht, 
Knowing  the  eye  of  faith  hath  seen  the  light. 


5   Faith  needs  no  chart  ;  a  heavenly  legion  fair 
Of  ministering  angels  have  (he  soul  in  eare  ; 
Their  pinions,  I'aiubowed  with  (Jod's  promise,  waft 
The  human  vessel  to  Faith's  home  at  last. 

MA II IK  \.<-  BAnnN.    1883. 

"FOR    WE    ARE    LABORERS    WITH  GOD." 

1  How  sweet  the  glorious  thought, 

That  in  the  work  divine 
Of  (Jod's  almighty  hand 

He  leaves  a  shari'  for  mine  ! 
He  deigns  to  leave  a  work  for  me. 
And  brother,  sister,  one  for  thee, 
For  God's  co-laborers  are  we. 

2  He  forms  the  soil  and  seed. 

And  bids  the  cpiickening  sun 
Its  glorious  warmth  impart. 

While  length'ning  seasons  run  ; 
Tlie  dews  descend  at  His  eoinm.md  ; 
The  spring-tiiiK!  showers  refresh  the  land  ; 
Tin;  harvest  gifLs  are  from  His  hand. 

3  But  man  nmst  drop  the  seed, 

And  guide  the  heavy  plough 
Through  many  a  furrow  deep, 

IJy  many  a  springing  row. 
His  hand  nnist  reap  the  ripened  grain. 
That  bends  above  the  summ<r  jilain, 
Or  sun  and  shower  woulil  be  in  vaiu. 

4  The  heavy  iron  on;. 

The  silver  and  the  gold. 
The  diamond  and  the  pearl. 

Are  treasured  as  of  old, 
Beneath  the  rock,  the  wave,  the  sand. 
Where  they  were  planted  by  God's  hand, 
When  first  He  framed  the  .sea  and  land. 

5  But  by  man's  skill  they  chang(! 

To  forms  of  use  and  power  ; 
They  beautify  our  life. 

And  lengthen  its  brief  hour. 
The  hand  of  Art  can  bend  or  break  ; 
Swift  servants  it  of  them  can  make, 
Which  from  our  weak  hands  burdens  take. 

6  By  the  Almighty  hand 

Was  made  the  jwiwer  of  stcanif 
Of  which  our  duller  thought 

For  ages  did  not  dream, 
Y(!t  waite(i  for  man's  wakiiied  skill 
To  show  how  land  and  sea  should  thrill 
Beneath  that  power,  swayed  by  His  will. 

7  All  nature's  secn-ts  lay 

In  unite,  unconscious  power. 
So  near  us,  yet  unseen. 

Until  some  luippy  liour. 
When  Thoni:lit,  upon  its  piercing  wing, 
Dotli  touch  the  hidrleti.  rnstv  spring, — 
And  <ip«'n  wide  the  closed  doors  swing. 

8  We  enter  in  and  see. 

To  Wonder  and  adore. 
But  wonder  most  to  find 
We  ne'er  Lad  seen  bi'fore 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


The  souroos  vast  of  powor.  which  lie 
Stores  for  our  use  in  land  and  sea, 
In  li<;^1it,  and  air,  around  us  free. 

9  We  take  the  pifts  divine, 

And  scan  tlie  niidiiij^dit  sky, 
To  measure  fields  of  space, 

With  suns  and  stars  on  liigh. 
The  lijilitnini;  is  no  Ioniser  free  ; 
But  yields  to  man  its  ministry, 
And  bears  his  message  'neath  the  sea. 

10  But  most  we  feel  God's  power 

In  our  own  conscious  life, 
Within  our  Christian  liomes, 
Wiiere  (lauj.diter,  sister,  wife, 
With  father,  lirother.  names  most  dear, 
Combine  to  banish  strife  and  fear, 
Where  love  may  dry  each  bitter  tear. 

11  For  us  He  wakes  the  dawn. 

And  gilds  the  morning  sky  ; 
He  gives  us  strength   for  toil 

When  the  warm  muni  is  high. 
At  eve  He  hangs  night's  curtain  far, 
Embroidered  bright  with  silver  star, 
That  gleams  upon  our  rest  from  far. 

12  Yet  we  with  God  must  work 

To  make  our  liomes  most  fair, 
To  make  them  sweet  and  bright. 
Pure  as  the  sunny  air. 
With  heart  and  liand.  with  thought  and  nerve. 
Should  we  Love's  earnest  mandates  serve. 
Nor  from  the  holy  purpose  swerve. 

13  Into  our  home  is  given 

An  infant  fair  and  sweet, 
But  unto  us  is  given 

The  task  to  guide  its  feet. 
God  made  the  mind  ;  'tis  ours  to  train 
Its  powers,  all  pearls  of  truth  to  gain, 
As  sunshine  drinks  the  drops  of  rain. 

14  God  doth  create  the  brain. 

Where,  in  each  wondrous  cell, 
Some  power  of  angel  strength 
As  monar<;li  grand  doth  dwell. 
Perception,  reason,  memory,  there 
In  the  delights  of  knowledge  share, 
And  gather  treasures  everywhere. 

15  Till  from  the  weak,  the  frajj, 

The  helpless  little  sp.in, 
Is  grown  (iod's  grandest  work, 

A  strong  and  earnest  man. 
What  privilege  so  grand  as  ours  ! 
To  link  with  God's  our  feeble  powers. 
While  faith  implores  His  gracious  showers. 

16  But  most  the  glories  shine. 

Of  (Jod's  eterniil  plan, 
To  work  with  us.  in  One 
Who  is  both  God  and  man  ; 


Softly  now,  with  reverent  tread, 
Will  we  seek  the  lowly  bed 
Where  in  Bethlehem  lay  His  head. 

17  Oh  !  that  our  tongues  could  speak 

Emotions  deep  we  feel. 
As  'round  the  manger  we 
In  deep  devotion   kiiei'l. 
O  Christ !     Thou  Lord  of  life,  that  Thou 
From  Thy  high  throne  should  meekly  bow, 
To  take  our  nature  on  Thee  now  ! 

18  But  when  in  after  years, 

Men  hung  upon  His  word, 
That,  "  man  should  work  with  God," 
Was  oft  the  truth  they  heard. 
"Stretch  out  thy  hand,"  to  one  he  said, 
Whose  arm  hung  helpless  as  if  dead  ; 
Yet  he  obeyed,  by  meek  faith  led. 

19  And  when  He  stood  beside 

The  grave  of  Lazarus,  dead. 
The  help  of  man  he  craved, 

When  to  his  friends  He  said, 
"  Roll  back  the  stone,"  and  then  His  word 
By  the  dull  ear  of  death  was  heard, 
And  Lazarus  rose  to  meet  the  Lord. 

20  On  through  a  lowly  life, 

With  meekness  did  He  tread, 
Ofttimes  he  iiad  not  where 

To  lay  His  weary  head. 
He  suffered  all  our  mortal  woes, 
In  meekness  met  His  mortal  foes, 
And  down  to  death  as  mortal  goes. 

21  Our  eyes  with  tears  are  blind. 

Our  hearts  with  grief  do  yearn, 
As  from  His  bleeding  form 

Upon  the  cross  we  turn. 
Yet  led  by  sorrowing  love,  we  go 
Where  Cedrou's  waters  gently  flow, 
To  see  His  shrouded  form  laid  low. 

22  0  brave  and  tender  hands, 

That  the  fair  linen  wound 
About  His  wounded  form. 

With  fragrant  spices  bound  ! 
That  laid,  upon  its  marble  l)ed 
To  rest.  His  weary  thorn-crowned  head, 
Whose  brow  was  stained  with  dewdrops  red. 

23  Not  long  His  silent  rest 

Within  the  darkened  tomb, 
fhe  angel  at  the  dawn 

Dispels  the  shadowy  gloom. 
Pe  rises,  Victor  o'er  the  grave ! 
He  lives  in  light,  our  souls  to  save! 
We  praise  Him  with  the  voice  He  gave. 

24  And  sh.:jil  the  angel  bands 

That  heralded  His  birth. 
That  watched  beside  His  grave. 
And  when  He  rose  from  earth, 


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Loud  chanted,  where  heaven's  sentry  waits, 
"  Lift  uj)  yoiir  heads  !  ye  ^'olden  ijatcs, 
The  Lonl  of  gl<Jiy  entrance  waits  ;  " 

25  Shall  ihfii  the  story  tell 

Of  Cliiist's  redii'Uiinjj  h)ve? 
Nay  !   l>ut  tin-  ham!  of  man 

Shall  point  lo  realms  ahove  ; 
His  tonjiut!  shall  tell  the  story  ol<l ; 
The  lambs  He  feeds  within  thi>  fohl ; 
As  Christ  repentant  Peter  told, 

26  Then  let  our  souls  awake ! 

And  listen  to  His  voice; 
And  may  His  sacred  work 
Hci'ome  our  earnest  choice  : 
Till  tliroui,'h  the  land,  and  o'er  the  sea, 
Tiie  {gospel  nifssai;e  spread  shall  be, 
For  God's  co-laborers  are  we, 

KMILY  P.   WILLIAMS.     M»y  15,  1883. 

5 lire  ^rnoli  CraluforiJ. 

"A  Few  Tlioiighl*  for  t,  Few  PrlomU,"  l>y  Alice  Arnold  Crawford,  tclb 
ua  tli»t  a  lirlght  youiiif  InU-Uoct  gU'aiiii'J  for  ft  short  tiiuo  on  UiU«IJc  aiid 
then  pamed  "  otbt  the  rirer."  Of  the  author  wcouly  know  tliat  she  wrote 
th«ae  poema  and  aentlmenti,  d«licat<xl  tbem  loritiKly  to  her  mother,  and 
dti-d.  Icaring  the  materials  anrerised  ;  and  we  have  In  the  dainty  Tolnma 
a  memorial  to  be  cherished.  A  more  graceful  and  beautUnl  tribute  of 
lore  to  the  memory  of  the  departed  could  not  be  desired.  The  editor, 
unoamed.  but  probably  her  mother,  deprecates  "all  unkindly  criticism, 
tor  the  sake  of  her  for  whom  we  mourn  "—a  tender  but  uuuucessary  re- 
quest. Such  lines  as  these  from  a  poem,  "Seed-time."  will  meet  tha 
olosMt  criticism  unscathed : 

O  seed-time  !   promised  still  of  God, 

Man  hails  thee  in  the  waking  year, 
He  soweth  to  the  upturned  sod, 

And,  trusting,  waits  the  harvest  cheer. 
And  if   he  toil  where  thistles  sleep, 

The  fig-tree's  bloom  is  sought  in  vain, 
For  he  who  soweth  tares  must  reap 

His  harvest  from  the  tares  .again. 
Sow  not  the  tares, — then  growth  may  yet 

Uring  to  the  heart  a  bitter  strife, 
And,  in  the  end,  one  sad  regret — 

The  wasted  seed-time  of  .t  life. 
But  he  that  goeth  forth  to  cast 

His  precious  seed  upon  the  mold. 
Shall  (h)ubtless  come  with  joy  at  last, 

And  bring  with  him  liis  sheaves  of  gold. 

Or,  the  follovtng  tmm  a  Thanksgiriug  Hymn  : 

Now  the  reaper's  work  is  done. 

And  tlte  crisp,  brown  leaf  is  flying 
Where  the  clear  November  sun 

Oil  tlie  frosted  field  is  lying. 
Fruits  whose  ruddy  clusters  shine. 

Corn  slieaves  in  their  golden  splendor, 
Laden  bougii  and  pnri)ling  vine 

Call  a  thousand  hearts  to  render 
One  Thanksgiving  Hymn. 

Thanks  for  Peace!  The  mighty  sea. 

In  its  solemn  undulation, 
Joins  the  wondrous  niel<Hiy 

In  the  deep  voice  of  the  Nation. 

AlucB  A.  ciuwroHU.    "  Interior.*    ISSw 


BUILDERS. 

1  I  passe<l,  on<>  golden  summer's  <lay, 
Children  in  their  road-side  play 
Fresh  the  morning  brcezcf,  |)luye<l 
Where  a  shower  the  dust  ha<l  laid, 
Where  th<;  drowsy  cattle  straye«l 
Underneath  the  elm  trees'  shatle ; 
Lines  of  |M'bbles  gleaming  white 
Sparkled  in  the  morning  light  ; 
IJiisy  were  this  children's  feet 

Up  and  down  th(!  village  street ; 
Scarce  a  coming  foot  they  greeU 

2  ''  IJn.sy  builders,  say.  Oh  1  say 
Wherefore  toil  ye  so  tfMlay." 

••  'Tis  our  |»lay -hon.se,  don't  you  know  ? 
Thus  we  buihl  the  walls,  and  .so 
I)o  the  cross  partitions  go; 
Tliere's  the  front  door,  there's  the  ."it-iir. 
Yonder  broken  shard's  a  chair; 
There  lies  shining  hon^iehold  ]kdf 
I'iled  n|K)n  a  granite  shelf; 
Look  1   1  built  it  all  myself," 
8  "  Mine's  a  church,"  the  others  s.iy  ; 
"  Don't  you  see  the  aisles,  and  stay, 
There's  the  organ  far  away 
And  the  pulpit  built  of  clay," 
"Mine's  a  city  hall  ;"  "and  mine, 
Bank  where  gold  and  silver  shine." 
Thus  the  children  s.ay,  and  lo ! 
As  upon  my  way  I  go, 
Wond(;ring  that  fancy's  touch 
Wakes  so  little  mean  so  much. 
Still  they  toil  that  summer  day, 
Playing  work  and  working  play, 

4  Morning  passed  to  shadeless  noon. 
Evening's  shadows  followed  soon  ; 
Over  grass  and  clover  head 
Pearls  of  evening  dew  were  shed. 
Dark  the  solemn  mountain's  frown 
Wiicre  his  beetling  crags  look  down  ; 
Straight  across  the  little  town, 
That  day's  battles  overcome, 
Slowly  walked  I  towanls  home. 

5  Thinking  of  the  cea-seless  strife 
That  we  mortals  christen  life  ; 
Thinking  of  the  rest  which  lies 
O'er  the  hills  of  Paradise. 

In  the  moonbeams  gleaming  white 
liows  of  pel)bles  met  my  sight ; 
Shining  bits  of  colore<l  gla.s3 
Sparkled  in  the  dewy  grxsa. 
'Twas  the  play-hou.se  lying  there, 
Kooriess,  (|u.iint,  yet  very  fair 
In  the  moonlit  evening  air; 
I5ut  the  chililreii  in  their  glee 
At  their  work  I  could  not  see. 
6  .Tust  across  the  ipiiet  road. 

Through  the  pane  ihe  lain|)-light  glowed. 
There  reflected  might  I  see, 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


Sat  a  curly-lieaded  three 
In  tlie  cottuf^i'  Uikinj;  U^a. 
Listoniiij;  llii'ii,  alK)ve  the  stair, 
Lol   1  heard  llic  words  of  prayer 
Where  the  youiigcsl  fell  asleep, 
Asking  Goci  lier  soul  to  keep. 

7  Then  I  know,  when  twilight  came, 
Tiiough  the  huilders  wrought  the  same, 
"When  the  inotiier  stood  hefore 
Yonder  low,  half-<ipen  door, 

Quiekly  all  the  play  was  o'er: 
Stone,  and  glass,  and  painted  ware, 
Sparkling  agates,  pebbles  rare, 
Cast  aside  as  useless  there. 
And  the  children,  hungry  all. 
Heard  the  welcome  supper  call. 
Finding  home  and  mother's  arms 
Better  than  their  fancied  charms. 

8  I  have  stood  where  structures  proud 
Gazed  upon  the  restless  crowd  ; 
Pillared  dome  and  turret  lair. 
Steeple  towering  high  in  air. 
Groin  and  buttress  quaint  and  rare. 
I  have  heard  the  city's  street 
Echo  tread  of  many  feet ;        ; 
Seen  the  gorgeous  fanes  that  trade 
For  its  worshippers  has  made; 
Gazed  upon  the  gilded  stalls 

In  the  book  rooms'  massive  walls ; 
Trod  its  tesselated  halls. 

9  Science  builds  her  eyrie  high 
Up  beneath  the  solemn  sky  ; 
Bridges  span  the  river's  bed  ; 
Tunnels  pierce  the  hills  o'erhead ; 
Rails  sustain  the  rushing  car ; 
Lightnings  flash  their  wires  afar  ; 
Winds  and  waves  man's  servants  are. 
When  I  ask  the  meaning,  lo ! 
Voices  whisper  "  Don't  you  know? 
'Tis  men's  play-house  here  below." 
Man's  a  busv,  working  elf, 

Lol   He  bni'lds  "it  all  himself." 

10  Then  in  History's  evening  gray 
I  have  passed  where  ruins  lay. 
Paced  along  the  marble  floor 
Where  the  builders  come  no  more, 
Read  where  on  the  roll  of  fame 
Man's  sole  record  is  his  name  ; 
Tlu-re  I  saw  the  tracery  set 
Over  arch  and  minaret ; 
Wondered  where  the  fingers  be 
Which  once  wrought  such  witchery; 
Questioned  where  the  scheming  brain 
For  its  evening  rest  has  lain  ; 
Siglied  at  sucli  creations  fair, 
Sleeping  in  the  moonlit  air  ; 

Art  and  patience  ev(!ry where. 
But  the  workmen  no  more  there. 

11  Busy    children,  work  and  play 


Through  your  summer  holiday, 
]\Iake.  the  best  of  life  ye  may. 
IMother  from  the  panes  inside 
Watches  with  indulgent  pride, 
(ilad  to  see  you  gay  and  strong, 
Glad  to  hear  your  building  song. 
Build  O  men  !  your  cities  grand  ! 
Curb  tiie  ocean  !  tame  the  land. 
Oidy  do  not  fondly  dream 
Stone  and  glass  the  things  they  seem ; 
Servants,  they,  of  living  men  ; 
Carve  not  idols  of  them  then. 
Let  no  selfish  claims  intrude 
In  your  building  brotherhood; 
Better  let  some  tower  be  low. 
Some  unfinished  corner  go  ; 
Than  cement  it  with  a  blow. 
God  the  Master  looketh  down 
On  your  temple  and  your  town ; 
To  His  eyes  it  seems  but  play. 
Yet  they  please  Him  for  a  day. 
Build  as  in  His  sight  alway. 
12  Lo  !  life's  evening  draws  apace. 
O'er  yon  mead  the  shadows  trace ; 

Look  !  the  sun  is  sinking  down 

Solemn  now  the  mountain's  frown. 

Busy  builders,  watch  and  wait, 

For  the  night-call  at  the  gate, 

For  the  supper  waiting  late. 

Real  the  mother- arms  will  be, 

Real  the  cottage  waiting  thee  ; 

Sweeter  bed  cannot  be  found 

Than  that  couch  w  here  thou  art  bound. 

Glad  to  leave  thy  building  then 

To  the  hands  of  other  men  ; 

Glad  to  see  the  towers  that  rise 

Round  that  city  of  the  skies  ; 

Glad  to  tread  its  shining  floor, 

Walk  its  sure  foundations  o'er, 

Enter  and  go  out  no  more. 

Then  the  life  below  will  seem 

But  a  summer  morning's  dream ; 

Light  as  ocean  foam  will  be 

What  now  seems  so  real  to  thee. 

Build  as  thou  wouldst  wish  to  share 

In  the  changeless  fabric  there  ; 

Build  a  temple  where  tlie  Lord 

Evermore  may  be  adored  ; 

Build  of  loving  thoughts  a  home 

Where  the  Dove  of  peace  may  come ; 

Build  a  pavement  daily  trod 

By  the  Risen  Sou  of  God. 

So  may  earthly  work  and  play, 

Builded  through  the  smnmer  day, 

Stiind  when  shadows  flee  away 

In  the  light  of   Heaven  alway. 

So  thy  building  stones  shall  be 

Real,  and  strong,  and  fair  to  see, 

So  thy  work  the  Master  own. 

Bulwarks  of  His  snowy  throne. 

MARUARKT  E.   WINSLOW.       187S. 


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PREFATORY  NOTE 


TO 


TEMPERANCE  DEPARTMENT. 

I  have  boen  advised  by  persons  interested  in  the  success  of  Woman  in  Sacred  Sonc,  to  reject  all  son^ 
and  poems  whicli  have  for  their  tliotne  tlie  Temperance  movement  of  to-<lay,  in  any  of  its  j)liases  (except, 
perhaps,  moral  suasion) ;  also  anythinij  rehitinjj  to,  or  iu  favor  of  woman  Suffrage.  But  I  would  not  be  rep- 
resenting the  wouu-n  of  the  nineteenth  century  were  I  to  heed  this  well-intended  advice.  "Home  Protec- 
tion" and  "  Equal  Suffrage"  are,  by  force  of  circumstance,  the  two  subjects  dearer  than  all  others  to  tiie  hearts 
and  minds  of  the  thinking  woman  of  to-<lay.  I  should  be  doing  her  an  injustice  were  her  views  on  these  two 
absorbing  topics  refused  a  place  in  this  volume  which  is  intended  to  convey  to  posterity  the  heart  struggles, 
aims  and  aspirations,  of  Christian  womankind  from  the  j'car  1548  to  the  present  time.  Should  any  see  au'dit 
to  offend,  it  is  unnecessary  to  ask  that  charity  be  exercised,  and  a  tolerance  of  the  opinion  of  others;  forget- 
ting not  that  matters  are  viewed  from  different  standpoints,  to  which  cause  much  of  the  diversity  of  opinion 
is  due. 

Mrs.  G.  C.  Smith. 

Springfield,  111.,  Aug.  18,  1885. 

WOMEN  OF  OUR  COUNTRY. 


MISS  M.  E.  SERV0S8. 


EVA  MTTKSON  SMITH. 


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2.  For   years   ami  yf'ars  our    broth  -  ers  Have      striv-en  with     tlie 

3.  Our   lioiisp-holdsare      in      dan   -   sjcr.     For   none  can      ev  -  er 

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MiH  M.  E.  SerroM  was  bora  io  Schtntctatly.  N.  Y  ,  ami  U  ■  driccDd- 
aiit  of  tht;  fluKUinoU.  Hit  Kri'itt  KTi'Ut-fraiitUatbor  wmglit  refuK<i  In 
Hiillaiid  ilurliig  t he  iien«'cutiui»,  and  canio  U>  tbi«  couutry  pi efloiu  Ui  tbe 
revolution,  diirlnK  which  he  was  aliot.  8bo  1<  very  active  in  tcmiirntiico 
work,  and  "The  Tcniiurnnce  Light."  of  which  «liu  U  one  of  the  odium 
uid  compihrs,  ia  one  of  the  beat  iKxiku  for  Koaiiel  t/niiienuice  Diectluga 
that  haa  yet  Imud  puhllaliLd.  Her  byninii  are  found  In  tblrty-Avo  ool- 
lectionn,  and  "He  will  liide  nic,"  U  known  and  Dunn  everywhere.  When 
a  child, her  parents  removid  to  Kiniuui.hiit  for  some  year* her  boma  has 
been  Cblcoifo,  111,    Bee  Uevutluual  Department,  pace  2U. 


TEMPERANCE    LIGHT. 

1  A(li)Wii  earth's  dark  abyss  of  woo, 

With  \voii(hous  railiuuce  gh'aining, 
And  bearing  liope  to  weary  souls. 
The  temp'raiice  light  is  streaming. 
Chorus — O  weary,  burdened  iiearts,  rejoice ! 
Look  up  I  ye  souls  repining. 
For  from  the  lighthouse  of  (rod's  love 
The  temp'ranee  light  is  shining. 

2  It  seeks  the  dark  abodes  of  sin. 

Where  loving  hearts  are  breaking 
O'er  those  who  to  a  drunkard's  grave 
Their  downward  course  are  taking. 

3  It  bids  the  fallen  sin  no  more, 

But  turn  from  shame  and  sorrow, 
And  trusting  Him  who  never  fails, 
IJegin  anew  to-morrow. 

4  And  soon,  through  all  the  land,  we'll  hear 

A  glorious  anthem  swelling, 
Proclaiming  liow  this  heavenly  light, 
Siu's  midnight  is  dispelling. 

HIIM    M     K.   HKRVOiH.     I87tl 

Hot  to  muxlc  hy  mo.  o.  Hi'oo. 
from  "Uloar  ^utes,"  by  ytsruiuaiuii. 


PRAYER   FOR  THE   HOLY   SPIRIT'S 
PRESENCE. 

L.  M. 

1  Grant  us  Thy  presence,  Lord,  this  hour ; 
C'lime  to  our  liearts  witli  special  power; 
IItl|)  eacii  to  know  and  feel  and  s«;e 
AVhat  C'liribt  rr(juires  of  mine  and  me. 

2  Thy  servants  toil  in  heathen  lands, 
(jiving  free  strength  of  liearts  and  hands ; 
Shall  we  give  less  than  the  true  Icav'n 

Of  means  and  j)rayer,  to  work,  and  lleav'n  ? 

3  As  children  of  a  Heavenly  King, 
May  we  not  vainly  praj  or  sing  ; 

Ihit  tind  our  weak  work  blest  of  Thee, 
lilest,  and  made  good,  eternally. 

MHH.   L.   r>.    W.    rCKHIII. 
Delmar,  Iow»     1883. 

THE    POWER    OF   PRAYER. 

Tune.— "Sicftl  Hour  o/  Prayer."    (L.  ML  double.) 

1  O  wondrous  power  of  wondrous  love, 
When  from  His  holy  throne  above, 
Our  Father  bows  His  gracious  ear 
The  feeblest,  faintest  voice  to  hear. 

Refrain. — O  power  of  prayer,  O  i>ower  of  love. 
Which  moves  the  Majesty  above, 
And  grants  His  children  here  below, 
Gifts  only  God  can  e'er  bestow. 

2  O  wondrous  power  of  wondrous  love. 
When  from  His  holy  throne  above. 
Our  Father  hears  and  quickly  liears 
A  sweet  response  to  earnest  prayers. 

MUM  MASY  A.   BAKKR.     1S81 


WAIT   ON   THE  LORD- 


OPENING    HYMN. 

Tone.— " Refuge  or  .Vartyit.' 

1  Two  or  three  are  mot  together 

In  this  consecrated  place. 
Lord,  we  claim  the  precious  promise 

Of  Thy  sanctifying  grace. 
May  we  be  Thine  o|)cn  letters,  ^ 

Known  and  read  of  all  mankind! 
May  we  break,  of  sin,  the  fetters, 

Cheer  the  hopeless,  lead  the  blind. 

2  Nothing  can  we  do,  or  venture. 

Save  by  Thine  Almighty  hand. 
Lifted  and  extended  to  us. 

As  we  kneel,  a  praying  band. 
So  we  claim   I'liy  gracious  promise, 

Bending  thus  together  low. 
Wo  will  never  cease  our  praying. 

Till  the  blessing  Thou  b<'stow. 

U.IZABCTH    A.    MATTHnni, 

CullDTllle,  IlL.  last. 


"  Our  help  b  In  the  name  of  the  Lord.'— Pialnu  cxxiv:  8. 

"  I  wait  for  the  Uird,  my  auul  doth  wait,  and  in  His  wont  do  I  bop*.' 
"tly  toul  waltetb  for  the  IxirJ  more  than  they  that  watdi  for  the  Bant- 
ing, I  ny  more  than  they  that  watch  fur  the  momlnc.'— Paalina  exzz. 

1  We  look  to  Tlioe,  most  gracious  Lord, 

With  prayerful,  sleadfa.'<t  eye. 
Our  trust,  dear  Lord,  is  in  Thy  word. 
Oh  1  hear  Thy  children's  cry  I 

2  How  long,  O  Lord,  How  long  shall  sin 

And  Satan  ride  apace  'f 
How  long.  O  Lord  !  >hall  evil  win 
At.d  triumph  in  thr  race? 

3  Arouse  Thy  slunib<>ring  church,  O  lyonl! 

To  hear  the  groans  and  cries 
That  daily  from  ten  thousand  hearts 
In  intercession  ri.se. 

4  Direct  us.  Lord,  and  send  us  might        • 

Wlun  Satan's  hosts  assail. 
Thou  only  canst  defend  the  ri<;ht  ; 
With  Thee  wo  must  prevail. 

ANNA   UOLTOKB  BOVAKD.     UB. 


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BLESS   THIS    HOUR   OF    PRAYER 

**  Where  two  or  three  are  gathered  together  in  m;  name,  there  am  I 
in  the  mitUt  of  thriu." 

C.  M. 

Tone — "AT  orloto." 

1  Come  in  our  Ini(l^st,  O  ^jruoious  Lord, 

Unvt;il  Thy  siuiliiig  face, 
Distill  in  ev'ry  waiting  heart, 

The  ilew  of  htu\  enly  grace  ; 
From  earthly  scenes  we  turn  aside, 

On  Thee  we  cast  our  care  ; 
We  worship  in  Thy  holy  name ; 

Oil !  bless  this  hour  of  prayer. 

2  Come  in  our  midst,  O  gracious  Lord, 

Thy  promise  we  believe, 
That  bids  us  seek  and  we  shall  find, 

Ask  and  we  shall  receive  ; 
We  gather  at  Thy  mercy-seat, 

Our  only  hope  is  there, 
We  pli'ad  the  merits  of  Thy  blood; 

Oil  I  bless  this  hour  of  prayer. 
8  Come  in  our  midst,  O  gracious  Lord, 

Eternal  King  of  kings, 
And  fold  the  children  of  the  law 

Beneath  Thy  mighty  wings  ; 
Support  the  weak,  the  mourner  cheer. 

Help  all  their  cross  to  bear; 
Thou  Spring  of  Joy,  thou  Source  of  Life, 

Oh  !   bless  the  hour  of  prayer. 

rANNV  CROSBY.     1863. 

Ck>pyright,  1870,  and  set  to  music  by  W.  H.  Uhank. 

Used  by  per.  Biglow  &  Uaio. 


TEMPERANCE    BATTLE    HYMN. 

Twne— "Mint  eyta  have  nfm  thr  n/on/." 

I  We  have  heard  a  cry  of  anguish,  which  has  rent  our 
s|)irits  sore. 
'Tis  a  long,  low,  bitter  wailing,  from  a  million  hearts 

or  more. 
It  has  gathered  now  such   volume  as   it  never  had 
before, 

And  we  go  marching  on, 
Oh  !  the  weeping  and  the  wailing! 
Oh  I   the  souls  in  terror  quailing!  1 

Oh  !  the  brows  with  sorrow  paling  I 
Aye,  we  go  murcbing  on. 
i  'Tis  a  crv  of  lamentation,  Itachel  mourning  for  her 

dead ;  2 

For  from  almost  ev'ry  household  has  this  monster 

fiend  been  fed. 
He  has  robbed  of  sons  and  fathers,  he  has  robbed  of 

clothes  and  bread,  3 

»     And  we  go  marching  on. 
Oh  I  the  iio|)es  and  prospects  broken  ! 
Ob  !  th(!  s.idness  never  spoken  ! 
Oh !  the  graves  that  have  no  token  ! 
Aye,  we  go  marching  on. 


And  this  cry  has  pierced  the  heavens,  and  our  God 

liiis  beard  the  call ; 
And  with  awe  our  souls  have  trembled,  at  the  voice 

so  still  and  small  : 
"Ye  are  your  brother's  keeper,  and  his  blood  is  on  you 
all !  " 

And  we  go  marching  on. 
O  sisters,  wives,  and  moiheis  ; 
O  fathers,  sous,  and  brothers  ; 
If  you've  any  love  for  others. 

With  us  go  marching  on. 
Aye,  God  has  heard  this  crying,  and  has  risen  in  His 

might, 
With  His  own  right  arm  of  vengeance  the  sin  of  sins 

to  smite  ; 
And  our  enemies,  discomfited,  are  trembling  at   the 
sight. 

As  we  go  marching  on. 
"  Oh !  glory  hallelujah  ! 
Oh  !  glory  hallelujah  ! 
Oh  !  glory  hallelujah  ! " 

Our  God  is  marching  on. 

MAKT  A.   BAKBK, 

OUR    PRAYER. 

Tune—"  F.Hham."    (78,  Doable.) 

1  Lord,  we  come  with  this  one  plea  : 
From  intemp'rance  set  us  free  ; 
Not  in  our  wa}',  but  in  Thine  ; 
We  are  human,  Thou  divine. 

Chorus — Blest  Redeemer,  heaven's  King  ; 
This  petition  now  we  bring : 
Hear,  and  grant  the  jirayer  we  make, 
For  Thy  Name  and  Mercy's  sake. 

2  Still,  O  Lord,  we  cry  to  Thee : 
From  intemp'rance  set  us  free. 
All  its  blackness  Thou  dost  know; 
All  its  bitterness  and  woe. 

8  Saviour,  yet  our  theme  must  be  : 
From  intemp'rance  set  us  free. 
Sway  the  public  heart  and  mind; 
Satan's  cruel  forces  bind. 

MARY.   A.   BAKER. 

LET    US    BRAVELY    STAND. 

"  By  faith  ye  stand"    II  Cor.  i :  31. 

With  the  eyes  of  our  faith  on  the  Hill  of  the  Lord, 

And  our  strength  in  the  arm  of  His  might ; 
With  the  buckler  and  shield  He  commands  us  to  wear, 

Let  us  bravely  stand  up  for  the  right. 
Let  us  learn  of  our  Saviour,  the  lowly  and  meek. 

For  His  yoke  and  His  burden  are  light — 
O'er  the  conflict  of  life,  we  sliall  trinni|)h  at  last. 

If  we  bravely  stand  uj)  for  the  right. 
There's  a  morn  that  will  dawn  on  the  faithful  and  just, 

And  dispel  every  shadow  of  night; 
There's  a  crown  for  the  cross  that  is  borne  to  the  end ; 

Let  us  bravely  stand  up  for  the  right. 

FANNY  CROSBY. 

Set  to  music  hy  W.  H.  Doank, 
Copyright,  1871.   From  "  Pure  Goid"  by  per.  Biglow  ii  Main. 


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WE   ARE   COMING. 

Tunu      "  IKe  air  cvminv.  bleMed  .Suriour." 

1  We  are  coming  !   for  Jehovah 

llus  </\\v\\  tlie  signal  word  ; 
Ami  "To  the  front  for  TompVancc  !" 
Ik  all  the  land  is  heard. 
Chorus. —  Wf  are  eomlng  !  we  are  coming  ! 

With  speech,  and  prayer,  and  song. 
We  are  coming !   we  are  coming 
To  right  a  fearful  wrong. 

2  W(i  are  coming  !  for  our  foemeu 

Their  iifarlltjss  revels  keep 

Ahove  their  slaughtered  victims, 

rnheeiling  tiiose  who  weep. 

3  We  are  coming  !  and  our  banners 

On  ev'ry  breeze  shall  wave. 
We  are  To  the  Front  for  tenip'rance, 
Our  rum-cursed  land  to  save. 

MARV  A.   BAKKBi 

GO   BRING   THE   WANDERERS   IN. 

Tune  -  "MiMioniiry  Hymn." 

1  Go  in  the  fieM  of  labor, 

There's  ph'uty  yet  to  do  ; 
The  souls  unsaved  around  you 

Are  truly  not  a  few. 
Be  earnest  in  the  struggles. 

Your  Saviour's  cause  to  win, 
Go  in  the  field  of  labor, 

Go  bring  the  wand'rers  in. 

2  Go  s{>eak  a  word  in  sorrow. 

The  blessed  word  of  life  ; 
'Twill  sooth  the  heart  in  trouble. 

Give  comfort  in  the  strife. 
Go  speak  a  word  in  sorrow, 

To  those  all  lost  in  sin. 
And  tell  them  Christ  is  waiting 

To  bring  the  wand'rers  in. 

3  Proclaim  the  gospel  message, 

Of  pardon  full  and  free  ; 
Go  break  the  chains  of  darkness, 

(Jive  hope  and  liberty. 
Christ  bought  a  full  redemption, 

p'rom  guilt  and  woe  and  sin  ; 
Oh  !  speak  to  careless  sinners, 

Go  bring  the  wand'rers  in. 

KATE  OtENW. 

Set  til  miulc  l>x  K.  Karu 

Copyright,  1883,  by  Emma  Pitt,  la  "Gospel  Light." 

•A   SOUND   OF    BATTLE    IN    THE    LAND." 

Jor.  1 :  23. 
Tnne-  "Wrhb.' 

1   A  war  is  raging  fiercely 

Hetween  the  Wrong  and  Right, 
Between  the  |Hiwers  of    Darkness 
Aud  powers  of  Truth  and  Light. 


CnoilLS — Oh  !   rally.  Christian  soldier. 
You  have  no  time  to  waste, 
Put  on  you  the  whole  armor, 
To  front  of  battle  Iiasle. 

2  Sometimes  wo  see  it  plainly, 

.Sometimes  'tis  out  of  sight. 
But  all  the  day  it  rages. 
Nor  ceases  for  the  night. 

3  And  all  the  world  are  fighting 

On  one  or  other  side, 
A  line  (;o<l  only  seetli. 
Opposing  ranks  divide. 

4  Of  those  who  fight  for  Darkness, 

Apollyon  Ictds  the  van. 
The  other  great  Commander 
Is  Christ  the  Son  of  Man. 

6  It  .seems  at  times  the  victory 
Turns  on  the  side  of  sin. 
But  in  the  eiul,  the  righteous 
Are  always  sure  to  win. 

6  And  hard  indeed  the  battle  ; 

"  Lord,  how  long  ?  "  oft  the  cry, 
From  weary,  burdene<l  soldier, 
But  the  close  is  drawing  nigh. 

7  Soon  the  batth;  will  be  ended, 

The  conflict  will  l)e  o'er. 
And  Ciirist's  victorious  army 
Will  rest  forevermore. 

8  On  fields  of  light  and  glory 

Tlu'y'll  songs  of  triumph  sing, 
With  shouts  and  gl.id  lnisanna.H 

Crown  their  Captain,  heaven's  King. 

MHO.   I.   M.   UABnOt'UH.      UHL 


THE   SIXTY    THOUSAND. 

Tune-"AffntoH/j  qf  Eartk.'  Gxipel  Hrmna. 

1  In  this  land  of  boaste<l  fre«'dom. 

In  this  kingdom  of  the  brave. 
Silently  a  spectral  army 

Marches  onwanl  to  the  grave. 
Hark  I   I  hear  their  mutlhd  footsteps 

Like  a  distant,  dismal  knell. 
As  our  sixty  thousand  drunkanls 

Tread  the  path  that  leads  to  hell. 

2  Hark  again  I  that  sound  of  wailing 

Itorne  along  the  midnight  air  — 
'Tis  the  cry  of  htlpless  orphans, 

'Tis  the  widow  in   despair. 
Still  the  sound  is  ever  st<:idy. 

Tramiiing.  tramping  through  the  gloom, 
Pa.Hs  our  ^ixty  thou'«and  drunkanU 

To  the  iwrtals  of  the  tomb. 


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3  Dost  tlioii  see  those  crimson  banners, 

As  tlu'V  HutttT  o'er  the  host  ? 
Do>t  thou  hear  tliat  <lir<ie  resounding 

I^ike  tlie  (h'ath-wail  of  the  lost? 
Dost  thou  see  tliat  tyrant  (captain, 

As  lie  leads  his  tattered  hand  ! 
Leads  his  sixty  thousand  drunkards, 

Grim  and  ghastly,  tiuough  the  land  ? 

4  Well  thou  knowest  then  the  story, 

Then  thou  knowest  well  the  woe. 
And  tiie  sliadows  of  <lishonor 

That  enshroud  them  as  they  go. 
And  against  the  wily  Teni])ter 

Let  thy  prayers  with  mine  arise  — 
When,  O  God,  siiall  end  his  conquest. 

When  shall  cease  the  sacrifice  ? 

EVA   L.   EMERY  DYE.     1883. 

Set  to  music  by  Geo.  Bakek,  aud  OBed  by  per. 

WAITING,    WORKING,    PRAYING. 

One  of  the  hj-mns  suug  at  tlie  Band  of  Hope  AnniTcraary— Exeter  Hall. 
Maris,  1880. 

1  We  are  waiting  till  the  shadows 

Dark'niug  our  beloved  land  — 
Murky  clouds  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Brooding  thick  on  every  hand  — 
Sliall  fore  verm  ore  be  scatter'd 

By  the  morn  for  which  we  pray ; 
Trutii's  fair  suns  shall  rise  and  brighten 

Till  we  hail  the  perfect  day. 
Cho. — Waiting,  waiting,  waiting,  we  are  waiting ; 

Waiting,  waiting,  till  that  day  shall  dawn  ! 

2  We  are  working  with  the  sowers. 

Toiling  many  a  weary  year  ; 

Till  we  greet  the  waving  Summer 
Tliat  will  bring  the  harvest  near ; 

Then  will  reap  our  sheaves  in  triumph, 
Fruit  of  labors  wrought  in  love  ; 

Watered  oft  with  tears  and  prayers, 
Bringing  blessings  from  above.  , 

3  We  are  praying,  "  May  the  angels. 

Gazing  from  the  golden  walls, 
Look  uj)on  a  ransomed  nation. 

Which  strong  drink  no  more  enthralls  !" 
Even  now  we  faintly  image 

All  the  glories  that  will  be. 
When  mankind  shall  own  thy  guidance, 

"  Truth,  and  Love  and  Purity  !  " 

PRAYER    FOR    WORKERS. 

Tuuu  —  *'  Lytuutf" 

1  We  adore  the  rich  grace  and  the  mercy  Divine, 
Wliicli  stooping  from  licavcn.  made  lost  sinners  Thine, 
Rjire  service  we'd  render,  our  gratitude  jjrove, 
Bringing  others  to  share  in  this  wonderful  love. 


Sheltered  safe  in  Thy  fold  from  all  foes  that  molest, 
We  would  call  in  the  wandering  here  to  be  blest, 
Would  win  men  to  come  to  the  least  Thou  hast  spread, 
And  take  for  soul-hunger  Thine  own  living  bread. 

Close  under  Thy  cross  as  the  refuge  most  meet, 
We  would  draw  men  to  bow  at  the  nail-pierced  feet; 
Would  teacli  them  to  glory  alone  in  that  cross, 
Aud  show  those  who  slight  it,  the  infinite  loss. 

But  erring  our  lives,'  and  our  words  so  unwise, 
Unvvortliy  are  we  of  the  service  we  prize, 
When  bidden  to  watch  we  have  fallen  asleep, 
E'en  thrice  have  denied  Thee  —  our  folly  we  weep. 

Forgiveness  is  Thine  and  the  power  all  Thine  own, 
'Tis  the  .seed  of  Thy  truth  that  is  tearfully  .^own, 
Though  "  weak  "  and  "  despised  "  to  Thy  promise  we 

fly, 

Grant  aid  from  Thy  Spirit ;  on  Him  we  rely. 

Give  us  His  compassion  who  wept  o'er  the  lost. 
His  patience  who  sought  them,  whatever  the  cost, 
Proclaiming  the  gospel  He  graciously  gave, 
Oh !  make  us  persuasive  to  win  and  to  save. 

MARTHA  TYLER  OALB. 
Mills  Seminary,  Cal.    1884. 


THE    BEAUTIFUL. 

"He  hath  made  everything  beautiful  In  Hla  time,"—  Eccles.  UL  2. 

1  'Tis  beautiful  to  live  on  earth. 

To  work,  to  watch  and  pray, 
To  feel  the  ties  of  love  and  hope 

Grow  stronger  day  by  day ; 
'Tis  beautiful  to  look  within, 

And  watch  the  waves  of  thought 
That  come  and  go  in  ceaseless  tides. 

By  truth  and  fancy  taught. 

2  'Tis  beautiful  to  love  and  trust 

The  friends  that  round  us  live, 
To  look  with  pity  on  the  weak, 

And  all  their  faults  forgive  ; 
'Tis  beautiful  to  trust  in  God, 

To  feel  our  souls  grow  strong, 
And  know  that  every  day  we  strive 

To  triumph  over  wrong. 

3  'Tis  beautiful  to  die,  when  life. 

With  all  its  duties  done. 
Drifts  on.  as  does  a  summer  cloud. 

To  greet  the  setting  sun  ; 
It  will  be  beautiful  to  pass 

On  to  the  "Better  Shore," 
And  in  the  "manv  mansions"  meet 


The  loved  ones  gone  before. 


Set  to  mu«lc  by  J.  H.  rosrcranh. 


BELLE  BCHH. 

'  I'alm  of  Victory." 


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r.  M. 

1  Though  in  a  narrow,  liumbic  sphere 

To  labor  bi;  my  li)t, 
Yet  l)y  the  liigh  and  lofty  One, 
1  shall  uot  be  forgot. 

2  To  plant  a  seed  in  (|ui(k'ninp  mould, 

To  bloom  'neath  Minimer  sun  ; 
To  niovt;  a  rock  from  out  the  way 
That  cooling  rills  may  run  ; 

3  To  place  the  leaven  in  the  mind 

Which  shall  in  future  life 
Pervade  its  motives,  raise  its  aims, 
Preparing  for  its  strife  ; 

4  May  seem  to  some  ignoble  task, 

But  'tis  not  so  to  me  ; 
My  hand  shall  work,  my  heart  shall  pray, 
And  I  shall  blessed  be. 

5  'Tis  not  to  groat  and  mighty  deeds, 

God's  smile  is  always  given  ; 
And  those  who  lowliest  walk  on  earth. 
May  brightest  shine  in  heaven. 

EKILV   r.   WILUAIIB. 
Troy,  O.  Jan.   I,  WO. 


GO   FORTH   TO   BATTLE. 

Tune— "Afi»»<oii<try  Wymn." 

1  Go  forth,  go  forth  to  battle  ; 

Though  strong  the  foe  may  be. 
The  mighty  God  of  battles 

Is  stronger  far  than  he. 
Thy  faith  shall  be  thine  armor, 

An<l  love  shall  keep  it  bright^ 
Thou  canst  not  be  the  victor 

Unless  thou  stand  and  tight. 

2  Go  forth  !  see  now  God's  kingilom 

IJesieged  by  giants  grim. 
Smite  right  and  left  with  viijor. 

And  show  thy  love  for  Him  ; 
Be  watchful  —  never  slee[>eth 

The  enemy  of  souls  ; 
He  woulil  rejoice  to  gather 

Thee  in  among  the  s{H>il3. 

3  Go  forth,  go  forth  to  battle 

Tliat  nK»y  be  fierce  and  strong ; 
But  measured    by  Gml's  future. 

At  In^st  'twill    not  l>o  long. 
Fear  not,  though  Satan's  legions 

Loud  vaunt  with  boastful  words. 
But  tiiink  with  exultation. 

The  buttle  is  the  Lord's. 

MATTIB  rXXttaOH  BMITB.     UM. 


FOR  GOD  AND   HOME  AND  NATIVE  LAND. 

KK8PKCTFULLY   INHCUIBED  TO   THE   ri.NK    UI.l  I  K    W.    C 
T.    U. 

1  "  For  G(k1,"  that  His  all-gracinus  love 

ALike  j>ure  and  sweet  the  streams  of  life. 
And  make  cacli  heart,  like  lho.it!  above. 
Free  from  all  poison-taints  and  htrife. 

2  "  For  Home,"  that  it  be  pure  and  cle^an, 

A  |)lace  for  restful  peace  and  joys, 
Where  nothing  loathsome.  \ow  or  mean. 
Shall  taint  or  slay  **our  darling  boys.*' 

3  Where  in  the  midst  His  altar  shines  — 

A  token  of  His  Father-love  — 
And  sweetly  through  each  soul  entwine 
The  silken  cordage  linked  above. 

4  "For  Native  Land,"  that  God  may  own 

And  seal  each  head  and  heart  in  power. 
And  in  this  great  land  there  be  sown 
Seeds  that  shall  yield  immortal  flower. 

5  That  from  the  east,  north,  south  and  west, 

The  world  resound  His  wondrous  name. 
And  every  ha{)py  State  be  iilest  • 

With  sober  sous  —  its  greatest  fame  ! 

MHii.  u.  r.  BuwLsa.    I883L 

GOLDEN    HOURS. 

Golden  hours,  so  swiftly  fleeing. 

Stay,  Oh  !  stjiy. 
Bear  me  not  on  time's  rougli  billow 

Far  away. 
Wait,  until  some  precious  duty 

I  perform  ; 
Let  mo  raise  a  needi'd  shelter 

From  life's  storm. 
Or  erect  a  shiiung  waymark 

Souls  to  guide. 
As  among  life's  wild  temptations 

On  they  glide. 
I  yould  mark  the  day  and  hour 

With  some  deed. 
Which  the  hungry  .«ouls  around  mo 

Long  may  feed  ; 
Kvcn  as  manna,  which  the  angels 

Spread  at  night 
'Round  the  tents  where  sleeping  Hebrews 

Paused  in  fhirht. 

MRS.    K.  P.  WILLIAIU- 

I*wnd«le,  lU.  (now  of  A|>iiletoo  Citj,  Ma).  Nor.  10.  UO. 


WRECKED 

1    In  sight  of  port  the  ship  w.-nt  down 

No  hel()  came  from  the  sleeping  town. 
So.  precious  soul.-*,  day  after  dav. 
To  drinking  dens  they  lure  and  slay. 
In  sight  of  those  who  weep  and  pray. 


4r,G 


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2  Wrecked  I — liopes,  tlmt  hlossomerl  fair  and  bright, 
Wrecked,  with  i)roud  manhood  just  in  sight  I 
Lost !   out  at  sea,  your  boys  and  mine, 

Unless  the  pierced  I  land-divine 
Shall  lift  them  up  to  heights  sublime. 

3  Ring,  ring  the  hells  !  danger's  ahead — 
Unsteady  stops  by  hundreds  tread 
The  dark  and  slippery  downward  way ; 
Somebody's  boys,  this  very  day, 

Go  down  beyond  love's  power  to  stay  ! 

GEORGIA   HULRE  M'LBOD. 
Baltimore,  1883. 


GUIDE    US   TO-DAY. 

Guide  us  toKlay,  O  loving  Care, 
Siiielding  our  dangerous  way. 
The  white  mist  binds  the  sky  o'erhead, 
The  gulf  beside  is  deep  and  dread, 
Our  course  a  maze,  our  path  a  thread. 
Guide  us,  Love's  dearest  care  ; 
Guide  us  this  day. 

Guide  us  tonlay,  sweet  soul  of  Peace, 
Making  men's  hearts  obey. 
Our  human  hearts  bleed  at  a  wound, 
Op[)ressiou  bows  us  to  the  ground, 
Our  hearts  faint  at  a  cruel  sound. 
Kind,  calm,  consoling  Peace, 
Guide  us  this  day. 

Guide  us  to-day,  O  tender  Grace, 
From  zenith  shadows  stray  ; 
A  sad,  deep  murmur  haunts  the  sea; 
The  summer  withers  ;  and  the  free, 
Fresh  wind  has  sighs  of  mystery. 
Guide  us,  O  tender  Grace ; 
Guide  us  to-day. 

Guide  us.  Love,  Peace,  and  Grace, 
Guide  us,  divinest  Light! 
Through  all  our  work  and  care  and  woe. 
Through  all  the  dizzy  joys  we  know. 
Through  that  "  Dark  Valley  "  where  we  go, 
Guide  us,  Love's  dearest  light. 
To-day,  to-night. 

LAU&A  SANFORD. 


FORWARD.   7s  &  8s. 

"Speak  to  the  chlldruu  of  Israel  that  they  go  forward."    Ex.  xIt:  15. 

1   Forward  shall  be  our  watchword. 

As  weeks  and  months  revolve. 
Forward  in  earnest  purpose. 

And  in  i^acli  high  resolve. 
No  recreant  glances  casting 

On  Sodom  still  so  near, 
No  wish  of  sloth  indulging. 

No  thou;:ht  of  coward  fear. 


Forward  in  holy  likeness. 

To  Him  unseen  we  love : 
Forward  in  faith  unyielding, 

His  faithfulness  to  prove. 
Forward  to  meet  our  Master, 

Whose  coming  draweth  nigh ; 
Forward  to  reach  the  guerdon 

Prepared  for  saints  on  high. 

Forward  in  God's  great  Army, 

Embattled  foes  to  meet ; 
Forward  with  song  of  victory. 

Our  conquering  Lord  to  greet. 
Forward  in  cea.seless  effort 

For  weal  of  all  around. 
Forward,  yes,  forward  ever. 

Till  with  Jesus  we  are  crown'd. 


MRS.  M.  A.   KIDDER. 


OUR    BANNER    HYMN. 

Tune  —  "Coronation." 
"  In  the  name  of  our  God  we  will  set  up  our  banners."— Psalms  li:  4. 

1  "  For  God  and  Home  and  Native  Land," 

We  gather  here  to-day  ; 
Obedient  to  Divine  command. 
To  work  and  watch  and  pray. 

2  Lord,  save  our  nation  from  the  tide 

Intemperance  rolls  along ; 
In  Thee  alone  doth  power  abide, 
To  vanquish  every  wrong. 

3  May  we  be  valiant  as  we  stand 

Amid  the  mighty  foes  ; 
"  For  God  and  Home  and  Native  Land," 
Let  us  the  host  oppose. 

4  Ours  is  the  cause  ordained  of  old. 

By  Hiin  who  rules  on  high  ; 
Ours  is  the  power  by  Him  controlled, 
AVho  will  our  strength  supply. 

5  We  ask  for  heavenly  wisdom,  Lord, 

That  we  may  never  stray  ; 
That  we  may  walk  with  sweet  accord. 
And  walk  Thy  blessed  way. 

6  "  For  God  and  Home  and  Native  Land," 

T-ct  every  heart  grow  strong ; 
Lord,  lead  us  by  Thy  mighty  hand, 
Till  victory  be  our  song. 


ILIZAOETB    A.    LAW80N. 

In  '■  I'nion-  Signal." 
Fawtucket,  R.  I.,  1885. 


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CHARITY,  OR  THINK  GENTLY  OF  THE  ERRING. 


His8.  FLETCHCK.  arr. 


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1.  Deul  Kcntlv  with  the     err-iiigone!  Ye  know  not  of  the    power  Willi  wli'uli  li-nip-ln-tion    on  himninii'.Iii  mnio  tniKimrileil  liimr. 

2.  Speak  niiliily  to  siuli     err-iiicones'l  I'or   i»      it  not     e    -   non;;li    'I  luit     iinnxtnie  and  inuce  Imve  iiniie, Without  tlivceiiHure  riiii|;li? 

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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


SIGNS   OF   THE   TIMES. 

Tune—"  tVebb,  or  MiMionaru  Hgitm." 

1  Tlio  F^iist  liaiijis  out  a  signal, 

Tlie  West  gives  back  reply, 
The  North  in  battle  ranges. 

The  Soutli  with  honor  high 
Strikes  for  the  safety  of  our  homes, 

The  safety  of  our  boys, 
The  honor  of  our  daughters, 

The  life  of  all  our  joys. 

2  O  faith!  lift  up  thy  pinions 

Low  trailing  in  the  dust. 
Remember  God  is  merciful, 

Remember  (iod  is  just, 
And  tly  to  Ilim  beyond  the  rifts 

And  clouds  of  deeji  despair  ; 
His  is  a  mighty  arm  of  power, 

And  thy  repose  is  there ! 

EUILT  P.  WILLIAMS, 

August  8, 1882. 

BY    AND    BY. 

1  Hast  thou  sought  of  God  a  favor, 

Which  He  seemeth  to  deny  ? 

Keep  on  asking ; 

Keep  on  asking ! 
He  will  grant  it,  by  and  by. 

Chorus. — 

We  will  never  cease  our  praying, 
While  poor  souls  in  sin  are  straying; 
Though  His  mercy  seems  delaying, 

Gotl  will  save  them,  by  and  by. 
All  unworthy  is  our  pleading 
For  the  gracious  gifts  we're  needing ; 
But  with  Jesus  interceding, 

God  will  answer,  by  and  by. 

2  Is  He  deaf  to  thy  petition  ? 

Heeds  He  not  thine  anguished  cry? 

Keep  on  calling; 

Keep  on  calling ! 
He  will  hear  thee,  by  and  by. 

3  Fearest  thou  some  friend  will  perish, 

Or  thyself  in  sin  shalt  die  ? 

Keep  on  asking. 

Calling,  pleading! 
God  will  bless  thee,  by  and  by. 

HISS  M.  A.  BAKER-    Chicago,  1871. 

Set  to  music  liy  A.  R.  Palmer. 

By  per.  Dr.  H.  R-  Palmuu 


THE   MASTER   CALLETH    FOR   THEE. 

Tune.—"  Whm  \ot  rearh  our  FntK/r'a  ilirrllinti." 

1  Through  the  ripple  of  the  moments. 
And  the  louder  surge  of  years  ; 
Through  the  prattle  of  the  children 
And  the  grief  of  woman's  tears ; 


Midst  the  thunder  of  the  battle 

When  peace  crowns  the  bitter  strife 

Everywhere,  the  Master  calleth 
AVooing  to  the  better  life. 

2  Are  there  sick  hearts  ?  see  !  He  poureth 

Evermore  the  healing  balm, — 
And  to  those  who  conquor  evil 

Give  the  victor's  fadeless  palm. 
Lo !   the  fields  are  white  with  harvest 

AVaiting  for  the  sickle's  gleam  ; 
(Days  of  sowing,  then  the  reaping, 

W^ith  faith's  trusting  song  between.) 

3  Will  you  hear  His  silver  accents. 

Answer  "  Father,  here  am  I !  " 
Bear  aloft  the  temperance  banner 

While  the  eager  throng  press  by  ? 
Hopeless  wives,  and  sad-eyed  children 

Reaching  mute,  despairing  hand. 
Pleading  ever  "  prohibition," 

Work  for  "  God — Home — Native  Land." 

MAKY   E.  ORISWOLD, 

Alameda.  March  7,  1884. 


THE   HAPPY   CHRISTMAS    MORN. 

The  promised  morning  o'er  us  breaks. 

Majestic  in  array : 
The  great  Redeemer  on  Him  takes 

The  garment  of  our  clay. 
For  Bethlehem's  babe  shall  save  from  sin 

Young  children  yet  unborn  ; 
And  angels  joy  to  usher  in 

The  happy  Christmas  morn. 

Chorus. 

For  Bethlehem's  babe  shall  save  from  sin 

Young  children  yet  unborn  ; 
And  angels  joy  to  usher  in. 

The  happy  Christmas  morn, 
And  angels  joy  to  usher  in 

The  happy  Christmas  morn. 

When  evening  shadows  thickly  fall 

Around  life's  closing  day. 
When  dearest  friends  unheeded  call, 

Life's  memories  swept  away  : 
Our  hearts  shall  thrill  to  07ie  dear  name. 

In  gentle  whispers  borne. 
Sweet  Saviour  !  ilesus  !  He  who  came 
Upon  the  Christmas  morn. 

Our  heartAehall  thrill  to  one  dear  name, 

In  gentle  whispers  borne. 
Sweet  Saviour  !  Jesus  I   He  who  came 

Upon  the  Christmas  morn. 
Sweet  Saviour  I  Jesus  I   He  who  came 

Upon  the  Christmas  morn. 

ANNA  R.   BARKULOO. 


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HASTEN.    LORD- 


Tune  —  "  I'lryrVa  Hymn," 


1  God  of  mercy,  how  Tliiiie  car, 
All  Thy  jx'ople's  plcudiiijis  lu'ur. 
For  inU'inpciunce,  crime,  ami  woe 
Moot  us  whcicsou'cr  we  go. 

2  Lord,  the  task  is  far  too  great 

For  our  hands.      For  Thee  we  wait. 
Haste,  the  o'erwhehning  tide  to  stay! 
Haste  to  wipe  its  staius  away ! 

HAKY  A.   BAKER.     1883. 


CHRISTMAS   CAROL. 

FOR  THE  GOSPEL  TEMPERANCE  MEETING   DURING 
CIIRIST.MAS   WEEK. 


Christ  is  horn,  the  dear  Redeemer, 

Who  will  save  the  castaway  ! 
Litth;  toiling  or])han  children, 

Heirs  of  destiny  forlorn, 
Weep  not,  for  th*;  true  Consoler  — 

Christ,  the  mourner's  Friend —  is  t>oru  ! 

"  Sinner,  conscious  of  transgression, 

S(.'(jrned  of  men,  outcast  and  vile, 
Christ  is  horn,  whose  hlood  shall  cleanse  thee, 

And  to  Ciod  shall  reconcile  1 
Nohle  spirit,  patriot,  poet, 

Thirsting  to  he  great  and  free, 
Christ  is  horn,  thy  true  ensamjjle, 

Dying  on  the  Cross  for  thee  I  " 
Thus  tlu'y  sang,  the  holy  angels, 

'Mid  the  pallid  stars  of  morn, 
"  Peace  on  earth,  and  endless  hlessing  ! 

For  the  Christ  I   the  Christ  is  born  1  " 

MABV  UOWITT. 


TMae  —  "  ltemoTit$  of  eoTth."    Gospel  Hymns. 
Repeat  last  four  lines  of  Tune. 

1  Listen,  all  ye  Christian  people. 

Let  no  fears  your  souls  dismay  ; 
God's  own  Son,  the  I.,ord,  the  Saviour, 

Ht!  was  horn  on  Christmas  day. 
AH  the  earth  was  bound  in  sadness, 

Darkness  lay  upon  the  land. 
And  tlie  silence  of  the  midnight. 

When  the  moment  was  at  hand  ; 
When  through  all  the  midnight  darkness, 

Througli  the  world's  sad  heart  forlorn, 
Passed  a  thrill  of  life  ecstatic  ; 

And  the  Christ  I  the  Christ  was  born! 

2  Nature  owned  the  glad  emotion  ; 

And  the  simple  shepherd  folk. 
As  if  day  shone  out  above  them. 

With  the  joyful  impulse  woke  ; 
Woke,  and  lo  I  a  glorious  vision 

Filled  their  souls  with  wondering  awe. 
And  ten  thousand  holy  angels. 

Thronging  all  the  heavens,  they  saw. 
And  they  heard  them  sing,  as  never 

Skylark  sang  above  the  corn, — 
"  Peace  on  earth,  and  endless  blessing  ! 

For  the  Christ  !   the  Christ  is  born  ! 

3  "  Sons  and  daughters  of  affliction. 

Join  great  Nature's  choral  voice  I 
Thou,  the  captive  ;  thou,  the  stranger; 

Thou,  the  poor,  rejoice  I  rejoice  ! 
W\'epiiig  mother,  cease  thy  angui.sh, 

For  thy  lirst-boru  gone  astray  ; 


MY   CHRISTMAS    KINGDOM. 


1  A  Christmas  sky,  a  Christmas  star, 
Wise  men  journeying  from  afar, 

A  cradled  babe  and  gifts  of  myrrh. 
A  hush  of  worlds,  all  heaven  astir, 
What  does  it  mean  to  you  to-day  ? 
Has  the  story  told  you  all  it  may  .'' 

2  The  Christmas  sky  is  in  my  heart. 
The  starbeams  jilay  a  won<lrous  part, 
Life's  dull,  dark  manger  radiates 

A  new-l)orn  light  that  ne'er  abates  ; 
The  world  s  loud  clamor  hushetl  and  still, 
Heaven  sends  its  message  —  "  Aa  God  will." 

3  Rut  peaceful  heart,  are  you  so  sure 
These  Christmas  joys  will  long  endure? 
In  Hi'thlehem's  star-lit  manger  lies 
The  promise  of  Christ's  sacrilice. 

And  on  the  radiant  Christ-child's  brow, 
The  cross  ha«  cast  its  shadow  now. 

4  O  doubting  one.  no  joys  so  great 
On  lowly  cradled  Chri'^t-child  wait. 
As  when  the  .soul's  full  ministry 
On  some  high  peak  of  Calvary 

Ls  wrought  ;  when  from  eternal  calm 
Swells  full  and  strong,  the  victor's  psalm. 

MABV  B,  VUXABO.     MM. 


4  GO 


WOMAN^  IN  SACR.ED  SONO. 


GOD'S    PROMISES. 

"Thprp  h&th  tint  failnl  niic-  wurd  of  all  His  giMxI  promiies  which  He 

proniiic'J."-  Kinu  Stiloiuim. 

1  He  liaili  indiiiisc  (1,  ran  I  trust  Ilim 

III  llic  Miiiliiilit  aiiil  tlic-  sliadc? 
"Will  tlu'  (lurk  (iiiys  prove  lliiu  I'aiiliful 

To  the  proinisi's  He  ina<le  ? 
Will  my  "  slioes  he  brass  and  iron," 

AVlieii  I  walk  the  furnaee  through  ? 
In  llic  desert  <lrear  lie  fainting, 

Will  life  freshen  with  His  dew  ? 

2  When  tlie  wolf  and  lion  liauut  me 

With  their  savage  teeth  and  claw, 
Will  the  "presence  of  His  angel" 

Quell  wild  passions  into  awe  ? 
When  I  grieve  for  dearly  loved  ones, 

Or  with  tears  bedew  their  grave, 
Will  He  bear  me  up  with  whispers 

Of  His  power  Divine  to  save  ? 

3  When  my  own  poor  life  shall  weaken. 

And  I  drop  dear  hands  1  hold. 
Will  "His  left  hand  then  embrace  me," 

And  "  His  right  my  soul  enfold  ?" 
When  He  takes  me  through  the  valley, 

All  unknown  the  farther  shore. 
Will  He,  with  a  bridegroom's  ardor, 

Holil  me  safe  and  guide  me  o'er? 

4  Will  He  pluck  the  sting  which  blanches 

Every  mortal  heart  and  cheek. 
Will  He  from  the  grave's  dark  chamber 

IMy  immortal  spirit  keep  ? 
Can  He  then,  all  white,  present  me, 

Spotless  with  His  radiance  crowned, 
Will  His  own  reflected  glory 

Evermore  in  me  abound  ? 

5  Shall  I  undismayed  look  upward 

lu  the  great  God's  holy  face, 
And  with  new-found  courage  utter, 

"jVbba,  Father,  give  me  ])lace"? 
He  hath  promised:  never  promise 

Of  His  promises  will  fail ! 
Seeming  failure  will  transparent 

Look  to  all  "  within  the  veil." 

CARRIE   L.   POST. 

Spruigfiuld,  July,  18S4. 

IT   CAME   TO    PASS. 

1  O  .souls  that  sit  in  darkness, 

O  timid  ones  draw  near, 
No  word  of  God  can  fail  you, 
Cast  off  your  gloom  and  ftsar  ; 
All  He  has  promised  now  believe. 
According  to  His  word — receive. 

2  Who  disbelieves  that  "seedtime 

And  harvest  "   shall  not  fail  ? 
That  day  and  night  .shall  follow  ? 

Who  dare  this  truth  a.ssail? 
It  comes  to  pass — we  never  fear, 
Acconling  to  His  word  each  year. 


3  O  weak  and  weary  pilgrim. 

Look  u]),  hear  Jesus  say, 
Conu;  wuUi  me  ;  I'll  rest  thee. 

Come  learn  of  me  the  way 
It  comes  to  pass,  as  thou  dost  trust 
According  to  His  word — it  must. 

4  My  grace  is  all-suflTicient, 

Believe  and  find  it  so  ; 
My  strength  shall  be  thy  weakness 

As  on  the  way  ye  go. 
According  to  His  word,  so  true, 
It  came  to  pass — God  cares  for  you. 

5  According  to  His  riches 

God  shall  supply  your  need ; 
Just  lean  upon  this  promise, 

Whatever  comes  still  heed. 
According  to  His  word  declare. 
It  came  to  pass  as  written  there. 

6  All — all  things  work  together 

For  good  to  thee — believe. 
Oh!  trust  and  wait  with  patience; 
Faith  says.  He  can't  deceive. 
According  as  He  speaks  to  you, 
Believe  and  you  will  find  it  true. 

7  Lo,  I  am  with  thee  alway, 

'Tis  I — be  of  good  cheer  ; 
Thy  mansion  I'm  preparing, 
Ye  have  a  title  here. 
It  came  to  pass  as  ye  believed, 
His  word  proved  true  and  ye  received. 

ELIZABETH   C.   GREEK. 

Brooklyn,  N.  Y.    1884. 


THE    UNREVEALED. 

"It  doth  not  yet  appear  what  we  shall  be,  but  we  know  that  when  He  shall 
appear  we  shall  be  liku  Uim,  for  we  see  Him  as  He  is."— i  John  iii:  2. 

1  0  words,  unmarked  by  some  o'erwise. 

Who  seek  the  veil  to  penetrate 
That,  like  a  cloud  of  blessing  lies 
'Twixt  earthly  and  divine  estate  ; 

2  What  comfort  sweet  to  rs  you  bring 

Who  struggle  on  in  toilsome  ways, 
Too  busy  we,  for  (juestioning 
About  the  vast,  eternal  days 

3  Which  lie  before  us ;  the  blest  goal 

Toward  w  Inch  we  turn  our  weary  feet ; 
But  echoing  ever  in  the  soul 
We  listen  the  assurance  sweet : 

4  "  We  know  that  we  shall  be  like  Him, 

For  we  shall  see  Him  as  He  is." 
Enough  I  our  eyes  with  tears  grow  dim  ; 
Can  we  know  aught  surpassing  this  ? 

5  "It  doth  not  yet  appear — "  ah  I  no. 

Who  would  not  rather,  patient,  wait 
Till  with  hushed  lijis  and  breathing  low, 
W^e  enter  at  the  heavenly  gate, 


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6  And  so(>  witli  cvi's,  hy  faith  inadi;  strong 

For  tlif  l)iii;lit  splfiidcji-  (if  thv  scent', 
Utvcalfd,  'mid  liiiists  of  serapli  son^, 
What  to  our  earthly  eyes  had  been 

7  But  an  unmeaning,  painful  glare 

Witiiout  the  intervening  screen 
Of  tlu!  "(lark  glass" — in  nuny  there, 
Held  l)v  our  Father's  hand  between  ? 


ELLA   BEKCIItll  OITTINOB. 

Houuiueut,  Cul.    1S83. 


IF. 


1  If  the  night  be  dark  and  drear, 

And  the  "  east  wind  "  blows 
Till  the  heart  grows  faint  and  weary, 
.h'sus  knows. 

2  If  the  storm  find  us  obeying, 

Ih;  will  to  us  fly  ; 
In  the  "  fourth  watch  "  sweetly  saying 
"  It  is  I." 

3  If  the  clouds  hang  low  and  threatening, 

It  is  light  above  ; 
And  we  know  (Jod  is  controlling — 
"  God  is  Love." 

4  If  our  eyes  are  dim  with  weeping, 

'Tis  but  for  a  night ; 
Surely,  joy  comes  in  the  morning 
With  the  light. 

5  If  toithout  Egyptian  darkness, 

God  vitliin  <loth  dwell ; 
Here  secure  where  all  is  brightness — 
'•  All  is  well." 

C  If  our  Homeward  way  is  lonely, 
Jle  will  be  our  stjiy. 
Let  us  trust  Him  always,  wholly, 
Come  what  may. 

WIUI.   B.  C.  OREEN. 

BruoUm,  M.  Y-    18M. 

f  aDinia  ^.  Cooblain 

Wm  born  In  St.  Johiutmry.  B.iii»,on  hiui  t>o«n  bcr  later  resldenoe. 
Sliu  waa  early  »nil  faroniMy  known  Ma  contrlhiiUir  to  DevraimpcTs  and 
niH«iuiiie»  ;  fur  BcTunil  year*  Ihm  dfToteU  a  large  p.irtion  of  time  and  en- 
ergy to  I'dltorial  work  on  tlif  "  Km"  and  the  "  Walrhman."  meanwhile 
tr»»i'llingcxten«lTelyat  hour  ami  ahr'>ad.  Her  liright  ami  lirvvzy  "Cen- 
tennial Xotea"  were  recelTrd  with  rdiwclal  fafor  hy  patron*  of  the  la«t. 
named  Joimial,  the  rrault  U-Ing  thatliy  general  rr<iiiest  ahe  wa«  rngaced 
for  ninillar  aerrlco  at  the  World'*  Ki|>o«ltlou  at  Pari*  in  1878,  From 
that  time  rIic  ha*  had  much  rroignitlon  aa  an  accnmpliahed  art  writ« 
and  critic.  Her  pen  in  t.>o  rersatlle,  pcrliapn,  for  the  best  attalnmenla 
that  coulil  be  made  in  a  single  department.  One  of  MTeral  aerUla,  and 
a  number  of  nhort  utorica.  hare  W-vu  fumiahrd  to  Engliah  pertodlcsli ; 
her  p<iem«,  emayti,  houaehnlil  articlca.  *c.,  arc  leen  in  pubUeatlou  of 
the  day  ;  while  a  con«iderabl«  p,,rtiiin  of  what  ahe  calla  her  happlnt  |wn- 
ning  l«  in  the  line  nf  juTetiile  literature.  She  la  rrpreaeutcd  In  "PoeU 
of  Vermont"  and  in  Ix>ngfellow'»  "  rocms  uf  riacca." 

"I    HAVE    KEPT   THE    FAITH." 

St.  Paul. 

1    O  soul  beset  by  woe  on  woo, 

A  wounded  Christ  thy  wounds  doth  tend; 
Wliate'er  thou  yieldest  lo  tiie  foe 
^  Of  this  worlds  joys,  hold  to  tln'  end 

'Ilial  cDutidciice  assured  in  (Jod 
Wliii  h  tempers  e'rii  the  stinging  rod. 


2  Paulus,  true  saint,  *'  in  perils  oft,' 

Through  persecution's  biackcrst  deep, 
His  ga/.e  inspired  was  turned  uloft, 

liefort!  the  haven's  welcfime  sweep, 
To  say  the  precious  freinhi  in  trust 
Was  undefiled  by  moth  and  rust. 

3  With  failing  faith,  the  F'ather's  smile 

Grows  dimmer,  life  a  clouded  day  ; 
O  murmurer,  seal  thy  lips  awhile, 

Th(!  great  apostle's  bb-si  iiighway 
Strot<dies  before  ;   his  reconl  see  : 
"  Kept  faith  ....  a  righteous  crown  for  me." 

4  "  Not  of  ourselves  " — bestowed  by  One 

Wlio  watches  if  we  lose  or  keep  ; 
When  the  last  mortal  race  is  run, 

O  angels  I   will  ye  sing  or  weej>. 
As  God  who  gave  shall  ask  my  soul, 
"Canst  thou  declare  thy  faith  is  whole?" 

LAVI.VIA   a.   OOODWIIf, 

"The  Watchword."  im 


STANDING    BY   THE  CROSS   OF  JESUS. 

"Now  there  itood  by  toe  cron  o(  Jenu  Hia  motber.and  Hit  moUwr'* 
lister,  Mary  the  wife  of  Cleopiu,  and  Mary  Macdalcne." -  John  six  :39i. 

1  Would  tee  stand,  O  Christian  women, 

\\\  the  cross  where  Jesus  died  ? 

WoiiM  our  love  and  our  devotion 

Holil  MS  thus  near  to  His  side  ? 

2  Would  we  gaze  with  eyes  o'erriowing. 

Longing  to  release  Him  there. 
Yearning  to  endure  His  sorrows, 
And  His  suff' rings  gladly  share? 

3  Then  with  joy  let  us  rememlxT, 

We  in<i>j  tlius  stand  by  Him  still  ; 
Hark  I    He  speaks  to  us — Oh  !    listen — 
Haste  His  pleasure  to  fiiltill. 

4  Inasmuch  as  ye  have  done  it 

To  the  least  sad  fainting  one 
Of  my  brethren,  struggling  liomeward, 
Lttto  Me  I  count  it  done. 

5  Then  we'll  bear  His  bles,sid  image, 

As  we  journey  day  by  day. 
Feed  //«/»  |)Oor.  an«l  lift  His  bowed  ones, 
Cheer  His  j)ilgrims  on  their  way. 

6  Let  us  also  fitttnd.  like  Mary, 

By  His  tonjb,  and  there  pn)chiim. 
He  •'  is  ris«-n  !  "    lojit  one,  he<fl  it  I 

Life  Ht'll  give  you  througli  His  n.ime. 

7  Wlien  for  Him  our  earthwork  ende<I, 

.\nil  we  lav  our  armor  dciwn. 
St4in<iinf/  by  Mis  throne  we'll  bear  Him 
Say,  "  Well  done — notr  take  iliy  crown  !  " 

KIIZtM>THr     olliaKB. 

lln<4Uyn.  N    V    ItH. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


AS   THY    DAY. 

Tune  -"Refugr." 

1  Wliv  art  tlioii  SO  weak  and  weary  ? 

Wliy  so  troubled  is  tliy  heart? 
Let  the  elouds  of  <loul)t  and  sadness 

Wliieli  hanjj  o'er  tliy  patli  depart. 
Ilopiu'.'.  lovinij  and  believinif, 

Still  let  Faith  thy  watchword  be, 
Ah  !  remeiulxT,  wayward  pilgrim, 

As  thy  day,  thy  strength  sliall  be. 

2  God,  thy  God  will  not  forget  thee. 

Trembling  heart,  why  dost  thou  fear  ? 
What  thougii  earthly  friends  forsake  thee, 

Wand'rer,  faint  not,  He  is  near. 
List  not  to  the   angry  waters 

Of  Life's  ever  restless  sea. 
Follower  of  the  Cross,  remember, 

As  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

3  Let  the  past  with  all  its  sorrows. 

All  its  memories  of  j)ain  ; 
Let  it  hide  itself  in  shadows. 

Woo  it  not  to  thee  again. 
Trust  in  God,  ne'er  fear  the  future, 

Peace  and  joy  shall  come  to  thee  ; 
Christian,  shrink  not  from  thy  burden. 

As  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

TAM.VR   ANNE   KERMOIIE. 

Set  to  music  by  Dk.  H.  R.  Palmek. 


4  Yea,  "  after  many  days."     Be  patient, 

O  weary,  disappointed  soul  ! 
The  end  shall  come,  though  not  till  moments, 

Weeks,  months  and  years  tiieir  circles  roU  ; 
The  end  shall  come  !  behold  the  promise  ; 

Lift  up  your  eyes  to  His  sweet  rays  ; 
Tears  shall  be  wiped,  and  prayers  answered, 

And  rest  come,  "  after  many  days." 


"rLOBKNCE  PItBC-Y." 


Irs.  SI.  %  €.  f  Inbf. 


tin.  M.  B.  0.  Slade  was  a  writer  of  unusual  ablHty. 

For  yean)  she  successfully  edited  the  paper  called  Good  Times,  pub- 
lished at  Fall  Kiver,  Mass.  (now  at  Bostrin.  L.  H.  Marvel,  Editor.)  She 
has  without  doubt  furnished  more  good  material  for  missionary.  Sabbalb 
School,  day  school  aud  temperance  entcriainmeDts,  tlian  any  other  one 
individual.  Her  loss,  by  death  in  1882,  has  been  sadly  felt  by  thou  lands 
of  young  people,  as  well  as  older  ones,  who  have  enjoyed  singinghcr  hymns 
fr>undin  almost  every  collection  of  sacred  song,  espc  cially  Sabbath  School 
music  books  She  whs  one  of  the  first  to  take  an  interest  in  this  compi- 
lation, proposed  four  years  since.  In  a  letter  of  advice  and  suggestion 
to  the  one  under  taking  the  work,  she  herself  in  answer  to  a  request, 

entioned  the  following  from  "The  Glory,"  as  one  of  her  best,  and 
expressed  the  desire  that  it  be  used  as  her  representative  hymn.  Her  ad- 
vice, valuable  from  her  long  experience  in  this  line  of  work,  has  been 
of  great  assistance  to  the  editor  of  this  volume,  and  by  her  death  a  year 
later,  one  of  its  best  friends  and  helpers  was  removed.  She  has  found 
the  kingdom  for  which  she  so  longed. 


AFTER    MANY    DAYS. 

1  Though  I  have  sown  and  reaped  no  harvest, 

Have  toiled  for  years  with  no  reward. 
And  for  deaf  ears,  that  would  not  hearken, 
To  music  touched  love's  sweetest  chord  ; 
This  i)roinise  is  my  staff  and  blessing. 

Through  all  life's  dark  and  lonesome  ways  ; 
"  Who  casts  his  bread  upon  the  waters. 
Shall  find  it  after  many  days." 
Chorls — Lo  1  here  is  one  whose  blessed  promise. 
The  simplest  deed  of  good  repays  ; 
Who  casts  his  bread  upon  the  waters. 
Shall  lind  it  after  many  days. 

2  O  ye  who  s])end  life's  holiest  moments 

In  rearing  altars  on  the  sand. 
And  weep  to  see  them,  ere  completed, 

Totter  and  fall  beneath  your  hand  ; 
O  ye  who  worship  crumbling  idols 

Which  turn  to  ashes  while  you  gaze, 
"  Who  casts  his  bread  upon  the  waters. 

Shall  find  it  after  many  days." 

3  Ye  who  have  watched  a  loved  one  fading 

From  loving  hearts  and  eyes  away. 
Seen  eyes  grow  dimmer,  fair  cheeks  paler, 

.\ud  slight  form  thinner,  day  by  day. 
Till  borne  across  life's  misty  river. 

She  vanislifd  from  your  yearning  gaze, 
Say  not  ye  are  forever  parted  ; 

Remember,  "  after  many  days" 


LOOKING    FOR  THE    KINGDOM. 

Tune— "Bad/c  Hymn  of  tht  Rtpuhlie." 

1  I  am  looking  for  the  kingdom,  shall  I  trust  my  trem- 

bling feet. 
Where  the  moonlight  on  the  waters  makes  a  shining, 

golden  street  ? 
Through   the  jasper  walls  of  sunset,  by  its  pearly 

gates  aglow, 
I  To  the  kingdom  can  I  go  ? 

Refrain — Oh !   I  long  to  find  the  kingdom  ! 
Bles.sed,  holy,  happy  kingilom  ! 
Lead,  O  Lord,  into  Thy  kingdom, 
Show  me.  Lord,  the  way. 

2  I  am  looking  for  the  kingdom,  need  I  seek  and  search 

no  more. 
When   I  come  where   holy  temples   open  wide  the 

sacred  door  ? 
Where  the  solemn  psalm  is  rising,  and  the  incense 

sweet  of  prayer. 

Shall  I  find  the  kingdom  there  ? 

3  I  am  looking  for  the  kingdom,  shall  I  hills  and  moun- 

tains climb  ? 

Shall    I   go   where   tuneful  forests  sweetest  songs  of 
praises  chime  ? 

Shall    I   seek  where  chanting  billows  sound  the  an- 
thems of  the  sea  ? 

Is  the  kingdom  there  for  me  ? 


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4  Unto  me  tho  Lunl  makes  auswer  in  the  stillness  of 

the  word  ; 
Hast  thou    not,   Lo  here!  full  often,  and   Lo  there! 

hast  thou  not  heard  ? 
Look  wiiliin  thee,  weary  seeker,  hear  tho  Spirit  say 

to  thee. 

There  the  kini^dom  thoii  shall  see  ! 

5  Is  thy  kingdom.  Lord,  within  me,  wilt  thou  reign  in 

me,  my  Lord  ? 

I  will  trust  the  wondrous  promise  of  tho  well-bclov6<l 
word ; 

Make   tliou   ready,  O  my  spirit,  joyful  songs  of  tri- 
umph sound  ; 

For  the  kingdom  I  have  found  ! 

MHM.    M.    B.    C.   RLADB. 

Sot  to  muslo  by  Dr.  G.  F.  Rout,   lu  "The  Glory,"  publUlivU  by  Mcnra, 
Oburcb  k  Co. 


2  I  sure  must  find  harhor,  or  may  it  not  he 
'I'lie  tempest  shall  drive  lo  a  safe  oja-n  sea — 
The  winds  proving  friendly  lo  pilot  the  way 
Where  1  may  eaal  anehor  and  wail  for  the  day  ? 

3  HIaek  clouds  are  above  me,  0  God,  what  a  sight 
The  lightnings  reveal  in  their  Hash  of  clear  light! 
Hocks  all  around  me.  Oh  !  where  is  the  way  ? 
Kight  hero  I'll  cast  anchor  and  wait  for  the  day. 

4  I  trust  in  God's  word,  in  IHs  love,  in  His  might ; 
lie  sees  in  the  darkness  as  well  as  the  light ; 
Not  a  rock  in  the  .sea  hut  He  knows  its  lay — 
I'm  anchored  in  safely,  and  wait  for  the  day. 

una.   L.  B.  MILLS. 

Oant<iD,  ni.  Sept.  1884. 


TRUST    IN   JESUS. 

"  Id  Thee,  O  LorU,  do  I  put  my  trust."- Pn.    Iixl:  L 

1  May  we  always  trust  in  Jesus ; 
Will  He  never,  never  fail  us ; 

Trust  Him  all  the  time  ; 
Trust  Him  on  the  stormy  waters. 
Even  when  our  courage  falters, 
And  our  faith  grows  dim. 
CiiORCS. —  Yes,  we'll  ever  trust  in  Je.sus  ; 

Sure  of  this,  He  ne'er  will  leave  ua 

When  the  cloud  lies  low  ; 
In  the  darkness  He  is  nearest, 
'T  is  the  thought  forever  dearest 
That  our  hearts  can  know. 

2  Trust  Him  in  the  deepest  sorrow, 
Tru.st  Him  with  the  cares  of  morrow, 

At  the  .set  of  sun  ; 
Trust  Him  in  the  early  dawning, 
Trust  Him  in  the  glowing  morning, 

For  the  day  begun. 

3  Trust  Hira  in  the  mid-day  brightness. 
When  our  hearts  are  filled  with  lightness. 

And  our  cu[>  runs  o'er ; 
Trust  Him  when  our  tents  we're  leaving, 
When  the  billows  dark  are  heaving. 

Till  we  reach  the  shore. 

una.    E.    W.    CHAPMAN, 

Set  to  music  by  J.  U.    Tex.nev. 


CAST  ANCHOR  AND  WAIT   FOR  THE  DAY. 

Tune-" How >(rm  a /oundation.' 

1  I  trust  Thee,  O  Father ;  Thy  wonl  cannot  fail. 
But  storms  are  alxjut  rae,  the  night^winds  prevail  ; 
I'm  alone  in  llie  darkness  ;   Oh!   Icid  lo  tlic  way, 
Wlure  I  may  cast  anchor  and  wait  for  the  day. 


TRUST   AND    'WAIT. 


Ps.  iiitU  :  3-M. 

1  Art  thou  sore  distressed  and  weary? 

Trust  an<l  wait. 
Does  the  way  seem  long  and  dreary  ? 

Trust  and  wait. 
Still  unseen  One's  close  beside  thee. 
Who  will  let  no  harm  betide  thee 
Through  all  ills  He'll  safely  guide  thee; 

Trust  and  wait. 

2  Is  thy  dearest  treasure  taken  ? 

Trust  and  wait. 
Sad  thy  heart,  but  not  forsaken, 

Trust  and  wait. 
All  in  love  the  blow  was  given 
But  to  mould  the  heart  that's  riven 
For  a  sweeter  bliss  in  heaven. 
Trust  and  wait. 

3  Do  thy  friends  misapprehend  thee? 

Trust  and  wait. 
Do  thine  enemies  offend  thee  ? 

Trust  and  waiu 
Give  thou  love  for  hate  full  measure, 
Go<l  will  give  thee  richer  treasure; 
Hearts  are  His  to  mould  at  pleasure  ; 

Trust  and  waiL 

4  Is  thy  work  still  incompleted  ? 

Trust  ami  wait. 
Are  thy  cherishc<l  hopes  defeated  ? 

Trust  an<l  wait. 
Fret  not  at  thy  jxHir  endeavor. 
All  to  (J(><1  commit  forever  ; 
He  will  disappoint  thee  never. 

Trust  and  wait. 

AMIA    HOLTOKB  anWAMIk 
BrouUru.  N.  Y.  UN. 


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WOAfAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


glrs.  S^arii  TboiuDson  aalilliuii,  nrc  |)ill; 


Vitut  born  in  Raiivillo.  Vt.,  In  1805  anil  is  still  in  vigor  of  mind  and 
IkkIj  at  .:it;lity.<mc.  Slio  oiniu*  iif  vigoroUB  New  Knt'luud  stoclt.  W.is 
C()n»ortotl,a  inriulKr  of  llio  clmrcli  at  twelve,  lu'ijilM  to  leacli  at  fiftfuu 
and  taiiijlit  ilcvrn  suniniuni  and  ki'Vl-u  winters  w itii  great  acceptance, in 
Monroo  Co.,  nejir  Hocbegter,  N.  Y.  She  gtndied  five  yearn  in  Oberlin 
C'.llcgp  after  her  marriag  •.  keeping  pace  with  her  gifted  husband  so  far 
as  possible,  thongh  having  llic  care  of  tlirce  young  children.  She  was  a 
bright  liglil  in  the  literary  society  and  social  gathering,  being  endowed 
» ith  liigh  spirits.ieaily  wit  and  spontaneous  syuiiiathy.  From  Oberlin, 
the  f,iuiily  riiuovM  to  Wi8ct)nsin,and  Mrs.  Wiljard  drove  one  of  the  three 
t-'.uns  all  the  way,carrj  ing  her  two  little  girlsand  one  otherla<ly  passenger. 
Slic  endured  witli  heroic  fortitude  twelve  yeara  of  pioneer  life  on  an 
isnUted  farm,  rejoicing  in  the  iihysicil  development  of  tlio  children  and 
building  her  life  into  their  eliaracter.  Tlio  family  then  removed  to 
classic  Kvan.st.)n,  a  suliurl)  of  Chicago,  where  for  nearly  eighteen  years 
Mrs  Willard  lias  enji)yed  the  surrrmndings  to  which  by  tastes  and  cul- 
ture slie  Xa  so  well  adapted  Of  surprisingly  indepeudeut  character,  she 
has  lived  much  alone,  with  her  boolis  and  thouglits,  a  few  congenial 
neighbors  being  all  slie  cared  to  see.  In  the  early  years  of  Mrs.  Will- 
ard's  temjicrance  work  she  was.  during  a  brief  space,  unable  to  i)rovide 
for  8ime  one  to  be  at  "Rest  Cottage"  as  a  helper  to  her  mother,  anil  it 
W.1S  then  the  following  lines  were  written,  since  then  revised,  in  Mrs. 
Willard  s  82d  year.  The  notable  celebration  of  her  80th  birthday  has 
bt'en  wiilely  hernldcd.  It  was  a  memorable  occasion— twenty-five  hun- 
dred invitations  being  issued  to  the  White  Riblyjn  women  aud  other 
friends. 

Ma>Iame  Willard's  son  Oliver— one  of  earth's  rare  spirits,  was  educa- 
ted for  the  ministry.  He  was  the  husband  of  Mary  B.  Williird,  editor 
of  the  "Union  Signal,"  and  died  somo  years  ago.  Tlie  memory  of  her 
thirdchild— Mary— is  kept  beautifully  green  through  the  touching  and 
tender  tribute,  entitled:  "Nineteen  Beautiful  Years,"  written  by  her 
lister  Frances. 


0  All  alone  in  the  lioiise  !  all  alone! 
On  this  j^cnerou.s  festival  day  ; 
Oh  !    where  have  my  <,'irls  gone  this  New  Year's, 

Who  made  the  house  merry  as  IMay  ? 
One  went  to  the  call  of  Death'.s  angel, 
And  one,  duty  took  her  away. 

G  Oh  !  how  will  it  be  in  that  future  ? 
I  do  wonder  how  it  will  be, 
When  we  all  meet  together  in  Heaven — 
Husband,  son,  gentle  daughters  and  me. 

7  Who  will  bring  us  together  in  glory, 

When  the  long  separation  is  done  ? 
'T  is  the  Friend  who  will  never  forsake  us, 

And  who  never  has  left  us  alone ; 
Then  fearless  we'll  enter  to-morrow, 

'T  will  be  one  day  nearer  our  Home. 

8  But  when  shall  we  reac^h  there,  I  wonder, 

Where  father,  brother,  and  sister  now  rest, 
To  dwell  with  the  Christ  who  redeemed  us, 
la  the  beautiful  land  of  the  blest  ? 

MRS.    MARY  THOMPSON  WILLAKU. 

Best  Cottage,  Evauston,  111.,  Xcw  Year's  Ray,  1?75. 
(Bevised  in  her  82d  year,  1S86.) 


THE    WIDOWS   DOVE. 


ALONE    IN    THE    HOUSE. 

(In  response  to  rcjicated  requests  for  something  from  Madame  Will- 
ard's  pen,  suited  to  the  older  readers,  we  give  the  following  written  in 
her  seventieth  year.  It  is  known  to  the  White  Bibbou  women  generally, 
that  in  the  earUcr  work  of  our  National  President,  she  was  not  able  to 
provide  the  help,  surroundings,  etc,  for  her  mother  which  she  has  now 
so,  long  enjoyed.  These  tender  lines  give  a  picture  of  sacrifice  made 
w  ith  the  utmost  cheerfulness,  such  as  is  not  of  tea  witnessed,  even  in  the 
history  of  reformers.) 


1  Alone  in  the  house!  wlio  would  dream  it? 

Or  think  that  it  ever  could  be — 
Wlien  my  babes  thrilled  the  soft  air  with  love-notes 
That  had  meaning  for  no  cue  but  me. 

2  .\lniie  in  the  house  !   who  would  dream  it? 

Or  think  that  it  ever  could  be, 
When  they  came  from  their  small  garden  castle, 

Down  under  their  dear  maple  tree, 
Or  from  graves  of  their  pets  and  their  kittens, 

With  grief  it  would  pain  you  to  see. 

■!  Then  with  brows  looking  weary  from  lessons. 
Pored  over  with  earnestness  rare. 
And  then,  from  a  thoughtful  retirement. 
With  solitude's  first  blanch  of  care. 

4   A  house  of  stark  silence  and  stillness 
Is  til  is,  wliere  I  think  of  the  rush 
Of  childhood's  swift  feet  at  the  portal. 
And  of  childhood's  sweet  spirit  of  trust ! 


'Neath  the  lone  widow's  porch 

Dwells  a  dove. 
It  came  the  \iiT\  day 
They  bore  her  cliild  away, 
It  glances  through  the  pane 
In  sunshine  and  in  rain. 

Cooing,  "  Love." 

And  the  poor  widow  says 

Of  this  dove, 
God  left  me  not  alone 
In  my  doubly-stricken  home, 
He  sent  soft  wings  to  beat, 
Aud  a  voice  to  murmur  sweet 

Of  His  love. 

On  from  day  to  day  with  nic 

Stays  this  dove. 
It  warms  my  sorrowing  heart 
As  it  swoops  with  graceful  dart, 
And  cooing  sweet  apjical 
My  direful  grief  to  heal 

With  its  love. 

Aud  always  on  my  jjorcli 

Dwells  this  dove. 
Each  day  it  seems  to  know 
All  my  joy  and  all  ray  woe. 
A  sweet  type  it  is  to  me 
Of  hope,  faith  and  purity. 

And  God's  love. 


MKS.    ANNIE   A.    rUF-'iToN. 

We»t  Northlield,  .Mass.     18M. 


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465 


BE   THOU    ^A'ITH    ME. 

1  Be  Thou  witli  me;  llu^  way  i«  dark  .'iinl  drear, 
Vouclisiift',  O  («<)(!,  to  inaki'  tlie  patliway  dear. 
Doubtful  and  duvious  still  uiy  way  nuist  bu 

If  Tliou  dost  guide  me  uot,  —  be  Thou  with  me. 

2  Life's  l)itt(T  chalice  to  its  dregs  I  sip, 
Its  fair  fruits  turn  to  asiujs  on  my  lip  ; 

0  Thou  who  wept  in  dark  (ictlisemane, 

1  too  have  suffered  —  Oil  I  be  Thou  with  mo ! 

3  Lonely,  adrift  upon  a  troubled  sea, 

Th(!  eold  waves,  pitiless,  break  over  mc ; 
O  Thou  who  stilled  the  waves  at  (Jalilee, 
Still  Thou  my  troubled  soul, —  be  Thou  with  mc! 

4  O  Cross  to  wl)ich  I  cling,  illume  the  night; 
O  Lamp  unto  my  feet,  shed  forth  the  light ; 
O  Love  divine  tliat  brightened  Calvary, 
Descend  upon  my  heart,  —  be  Thou  with  me. 

Jl'LIA  M.   DUNN. 
MoUne,  lU.    1884. 


CHRIST'S   CUP. 

1  I  pray  not  now,  as  I  have  done, 

Let  this  cup  i)ass  from  me  ; 
Hut  O  thou  wee|)er,  sad  and  lone, 

In  fair  Gethsemane, 
I  thank  Thee  that  I  worthy  am 

To  drink  this  cup  with  Thee. 

2  Worthy  to  drink  w  ith  Thee  ?  ah,  no ! 

Oil  !  all  unworthy  I, 
Upon  the  turf  Thy  feet  have  pressed 

To  praying,  weeping,  lie, 
To  touch  the  cup  Thy  fingers  blessed, 

Or  e'en  Thy  death  to  die. 

.'3   Hut  Thine  own  hand  unto  my  soul 
Applied  the  needed  test. 
Thy  hand  unto  my  shrinking  lips 
The  brinmiing  chalice  pressed  ; 
"r  was  bitter,  bitter.  Lord,  but  soon 
I  knew  the  drauglit  Wiis  blessed. 

4  Blest  by  Thy  love  —  sweet  for  Thy  sake, 

This  cup  of  Thine  shall  be. 
Whene'er  Thy  loving  hand,  O  Christ! 

Shall  pass  it  unto  me  — 
Wlien  Sorrow's  holy  sacrament 

Thou  biddest  me  drink  with  Thee. 

.")  O  cup  of  Christ !  not  ever  more 
The  bitter  draught  is  thine; 
For  thee  there  grows  on  Zion's  hill 

A  rare  and  fruit  fid  vine, 
I'nun  out  whose  golden  grajies  shall  How 

A  pure  and  luscious  wine, 
Aud  ill  the  Father's  kingdom  fair 
Thv  sweetness  shall  be  mine. 


BEAR   THY   CROSS   CHEERFULLY. 

Time  -•  "  oiVT  Ikt  eeean  wavt." 

1  Bear  thy  cross  cheerfully, 

Wliat'(!r  it  be, 
Dream  not  so  tearfully. 

Waiting  to  .see 
How  the  dark  waves  of  life. 

Their  mission  bring, 
Contpiest  comes  but  through  strife, 
Concpier  and  sing. 
Chorus — Bear  thy  cross  cheerfully, 
Whate'er  it  be. 
Bear  thy  cross  cheerfully, 
Whate'er  it  be. 

2  Bear  thy  cross  cheerfully, 

Turn  to  the  light, 
Trustingly,  prayerfully, 

Praying  aright ; 
This  shall  thy  heart  prepare, 

Light  shines  afar. 
Guiding  thee  ever,  where 

Bright  waters  are. 

3  Bear  thy  cross  cheerfully, 

Though  it  be  long  ; 
Hope  not  so  fearfully, 

Hope,  and  be  strong. 
If  in  thy  heart  has  crept 

Shadows  to  be, 
Faith  has  a  treasure  kept 

Somewhere,  for  thee. 

BELLE  U.   MOAtTLET, 

I    WILL   GIVE    YOU    REST. 

1  Say,  art  thou  worn  with  toil  and  strife 
And  have  the  cares  and  ills  of  life 

Thy  heart  with  grief  oppressed  ? 
O  tearful  one,  I'll  comfort  thee; 
O  weary  one,  come  thou  to  Me, 

And  I  will  give  you  rest. 

2  Yes,  I  will  give  thee  rest,  although 
Perchance  thy  tear-<Iro|)s  ^et  may  flow, 

I  say  not  they  shall  cease. 
Yet,  heavy-laden,  cast  on  Me 
The  imrden  of  thine  agony, 

And  I  will  give  thee  peace. 

3  It  m.ay  be  that  thy  joys  are  fled. 

Thy  hopes  all  numbered  with  the  dead. 

Still  will  I  give  thee  rest  I 
No  more  for  earthly  joys  thou'lt  sigh, 
I'll  give  thee  hopes  that  cannot  die. 

To  soothe  thy  .saddened  breast. 

4  Then,  droojiing  spirit,  rise,  be  strong; 
Though  dark  tht«  road,  it  is  not  long  ; 

Soon  will  tliy  heart  0[)pressi-<i 
Be  fliled  with  enilhss  joy  and  peace; 
Soon  will  thy  every  sorrow  cea>e  ; 

In  Heaven  I'll  give  thee  ret.1. 

UAIIEIKT  rowBa. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


IN    THE    WAY    THAT   HE   SHALL   CHOOSE. 

"  HIni  »liall  IK-  Uach  iu  tlju  way  that  lie  uliall  cIuhwc/'-Pb.  xxt  :  11, 

1  111  tlif  way  lliat  He  sliall  choose 

lie  will  teach  us;  g 

Not  a  lesson  we  shall  lose, 
All  shall  reach  us. 

2  Straiiife  and  dillicuU  indeed 

We  may  find  it ; 
But  the  blessing  that  we  need 

Is  behind  it.  4 

3  All  the  lessons  He  shall  send 

Are  the  sweetest ; 
And  His  training,  in  the  end, 
Is  completest. 

FRANCES  RIDLEY    HAVEROAX. 

NOT   AS    I    WILL. 
"  Not  as  I  will !  "  the  sound  grows  sweet 

Each  time  my  lips  the  words  repeat. 
"  >«ot  as  I  will  1  "  the  darkness  feels 
More  safe  than  light  when  this  thought  steals 
Like  whispered  voice  to  calm  and  bless, 
All  unrest  and  all  loneliness. 
"  Not  as  I  will !  "  because  the  One 
Who  loved  us  first  and  best  has  gone 
Before  us  on  the  road,  and  still 
For  us  must  all  His  love  fulfill. 
"  Not  as  we  will."  helen  nrsT. 

LINES    WRITTEN     AFTER    READING     THE 
LAST    PRAYER    OF    H.    H. 

1  O  soul !    if  one  who  wrought  with  such  a  faithful 

heart 

Lingers  before  life's  sunset  door, 

And  measuring  aims  and  blessings  o'er. 
Finds  there  that  self  has  had  so  large  a  part. 

How  shall  it  be  with  thee,  whose  sluggish  feet 
Move  not  to  sound  of  leaders'  call. 
Stir  not.  though  weak  ones  shrink  and  fall, 

But  quickly  spring  to  voice  of  Pleasure  sweet? 

2  How  shall  it  be  with  thee,  O  troubled  soul ! 

When  thou  hast  reached  the  sunset  gate. 

And  at  its  portals  trembling  wait, 
"Wliile  clouds  and  doubts  and  darkness  o'er  thee  roll? 

Wilt  dare  to  pray  for  grace  to  enter  in. 
And  share  that  perfect,  peaceful  rest. 
Promised  to  those  whom  God  calls  blest. 

If  thou  hast  lived  in  selfishness  and  sin  ? 

MR.M.   8.    M.    HARTOUOH. 

LeavcDworth,  Kau.,  1886. 

SET    WHOLLY    APART. 

"Serve  the  lyord  with'all  your  heart  "—Satn.  ill :  20. 

1  Set  wholly  apart  for  the  use  of  the  Master ; 

To  work  where  He  pleases  with  holy  delight; 
As  each  day  of  life,  than  the  last,  hastens  faster. 

So  pass  every  moment  as  in  His  dear  sight. 
Kept  l)y  God's  power,  from  hour  unto  hour. 

Still  working  with  happiness,  strong  in  His  might. 

2  Set  wholly  ai)art  for  the  use  of  the  Master ; 

To  lay  me  aside  if  it  seem  to  Him  best. 
Perchance  by  some  blow  of  what  earth  calls  disaster, 


Still  tranquilly  leaning  upon  His  loved  breast. 
Kept  by  God's  power,  from  hour  unto  hour, 

Relying  with  joy  on  His  promises  blest. 
Set  wholly  apart  for  the  use  of  the  Master ; 

To  speak,  from  my  heart,  of  His  message  of  grace ; 
To  toll  of  His  love  though  glad  tears  gather  faster. 

And  point  to  the  Saviour  who  died  in  my  place. 
Kept  by  God's  power,  from  hour  unto  hour. 

His  mercy  to  sinners  to  gratefully  trace. 
Set  wholly  apart  for  the  use  for  the  Master ; 

To  work,  or  to  rest,  or  to  speak  for  His  sake  ; 
To  give  Him,  like  Mary,  my  choice  alabaster. 

My  sweetest  and  best  o'er  his  pierced  feet  to  break. 
Kept  by  God's  power,  from  hour  unto  hour. 

Until  iu  His  likeness  I,  satisfied,  wake. 

FRANCE.')   BEAMI8H. 

Set  to  music  by  E.  s.  loremz. 
In  "Holy  Voices."    Pub.  Dayton,  O. 

Sirs.  Stars  g.  ^illar^ 

is  the  accomplished  and  eminently  successful  editor  of  the  Uniok 
Signal,  the  National  organ  of  the  Woman's  Christian  Temperance 
Union,  published  at  Chicago,  IU.  She  married  a  brother  of  Miss 
Frances  E.  Willard.  the  Bev.  Oliver  Willard,  who  die<l  some  years  smce, 
as  did  her  revered  father  — the  Kev.  Henry  Bannister,  D.  D.,  a  year  or, 
two  ago.  The  latter  was  professor  of  Exegetical  Theology  iu  Garrett 
Biblical  Institute,  Kvanston,  near  Chicago,  and  was  extensively  l(uown 
and  well  beloved  for  a  long  life  of  usefulness  in  the  Master's  service. 
Her  husband  did  not  remain  in  the  ministry  many  years,  on  account  of 
lung  trouble.  Most  of  his  active  life  was  given  to  juuruaiism,  first  as 
editor  of  the  Chicago  Mail,  and  then  of  its  successor,  the  Post. 

Although  so  sadly  bereaved,  Mrs.  Willard  is  one  of  the  foremost  work 
ers  in  the  temperance  ranks,  and  other  good  causes  demanding  woman's 
assistance. 

She  has  long  stood  at  the  head  of  the  Illinois  W.  C.  T  TT.  leinslatire 
work,  and  uo  one  could  till  the  position  more  acceptably,  or  make  fewer 
mistakes.  She  is  possessed  of  sound  judgmeut,  rare  tact,  indomitable 
perseverance,  a  thoroughly  consecrated  heart  and  life,  and  the  sweetest, 
most  womanly  way  in  all  .ic  world.  Her  prose  writings  are  known  to  an, 
but  her  poems  have  mostly  been  published  anonymously,  or  with  initials 
only,  so  that  her  gems  of  verse  are  not  so  universally  familar  as  they 
should  be,  and  uo  doubt  will  become  in  future  years. 

AN    ARROW    HID    IN    HIS    HAND. 

C.  M. 

1  Not  hid,  dear  Lord  !  I  fain  would  go 

To  some  sure  mark  of  Thine ; 
Aimed  by  Thine  eye,  sped  by  Thy  hand, 

To  do  Thy  will — not  mine. 
Not  hid  ;  Thou  know'st  I  long  to  prove 

My  love,  and  Thine  to  me. 
Send  me,  fieet- winged  from  thy  bow  ; 

See  how  I'll  speed  for  Thee. 

2  Yes,  hid,  my  child  ;  some  broader  shaft 

Shall  cleave  the  murky  air  ; 
Hide  closer  'noath  My  sheltering  arm, 

And  bide  My  will,  e'en  there, 
'Tis  not  alone  on  swift  behest 

I  prove  lliy  loyalty  ; 
But  (juief.  waiting  rea<liness 

Is  "  doing  unto  me." 

MART  B.  WILLARD. 

In  "The  Aigiial  " 
Chicago,  IU.    1883. 


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468  WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 

I    WILL    NOT    QUESTION    HIS    INTENT.  DEDICATION    TO    THE    LORD. 


1  Sliull  not  tlio  Lord  of  all  the  earth 

III  everyiliiiig  do  right? 
Why  should  1  (luestion  His  intent 
Whether  lie  bless  or  smite  i* 

2  His  love  and  power  are  infinite, 

And  marvellous  His  skill ; 
A  single  atom  cannot  fall 
Without  His  sovereign  will. 

3  Safe  in  the  sunshine  of  His  grace 

The  whole  creation  moves, 
Better  than  we  can  love  ourselves 
The  Lord  His  creatures  loves. 

4  I  see  but  little  of  His  plans, 

And  cannot  know  what's  best ; 
I'll  take  His  precious  promises 
Aud  trust  Him  for  the  rest. 


MRS.   AVNIE  WITTENMETBa. 
Pbiladulphia,  Pa.,  18S5. 


NEED, 

1  Teach  me  Thy  will,  O  Lord  I 
The    world  is   full    of   longings.    Teachings,    strivings, 

hopes  and  plans. 

I  would  have  that  will  stay 

When  the  great  cleaning  fans 
Sweep  o'er  and  brush  the  hollow  chaff  away. 
Teach  me,  for  I  would  gather  golden  grain 

That  will  remain. 

2  Teach  me  Thy  will,  O  Lord  ! 

For  there  is  thirst,  hunger  and  chill  within  this  teem- 
ing earth. 

Load  me  beside  the  stream 

AVliose  healing  waters  gleam 
'Xeath  fadeh^ss  trees  M'here  fruits  of  life  have  birth. 
Forever  there  my  failinj;  being  would 

Be  still  renewed. 

3  Tcuvch  me  Tliy  will,  O  Lord  ! 

So  many  jdants  spring  fair  and  bright  of  bud  along  the 
path  ! 

So  like  and  like  they  grow  ! 
Show  me  which  hath 
he  poison  vein,  which  bloom  will  fade,  which  lastingly 
will  blow. 
Guide  well  my  clasping  hand,  my  choosing  eyes 
Dear  Lord,  make  wise. 

4  Teach  me  Thy  will,  O  Lord  ! 

Days  come  and  nights,  the  sunshine  brightens  and  the 
shadows  fall. 

Oh  I    make  my  labor  blest, 
AVaicli  Thou  above  my  rest. 
Stay  me  in  light  and  darkness,  God  of  all. 
Let  not  earth's  joys  bewilder,  griefs  affright ; 
Keep  me  right. 

Ai-iiiLLA  rrnBER.    1883. 


1  O  Lord,  Thy  heavenly  grace  imjjart, 
And  fix  my  frail,  inconstant  heart ; 
Henceforth  my  chief  desire  shall  be 
To  dedicate  myself  to  Thee. 

2  Whate'er  jnirsuits  my  time  employ. 
One  thought  shall  fill  my  soul  with  joy : 
That  silent,  secret  thought  shall  be. 
That  all  my  hopes  are  fixed  on  Thee. 

3  Thy  glorious  eye  pervadeth  space  ; 
Thy  presence.  Lord,  fills  every  place ; 
And  wheresoe'er  my  lot  may  be, 
Still  shall  my  spirit  cleave  to  Thee. 

4  Renouncing  every  worldly  thing. 
And  safe  beneath  Thy  spreading  wing, 
My  sweetest  thought  henceforth  shall  be. 
That  all  I  want  1  find  in  Thee. 

JKAN   r.   OBERLIN       TR.    BV  MRS.   D.   WILSON. 

THE   THRONE    OF    GRACE. 
OPENING    PIECE. 

1  There  is  a  spot  of  consecrated  ground, 

Where  brightest  hopes  and  holiest  joys  are  found  ; 
'T  is  named,  and  Christians  love  the  well-known  sound, 
The  throne  of  grace. 

2  'T  is  here  a  calm  retreat  is  always  found  ; 
Perpetual  sunshine  gilds  the  sacred  ground ; 
Pure  airs  and  heavenly  odors  breathe  around 

The  throne  of  grace. 

3  Saviour  !  the  sinner's  friend,  our  hope  our  all ! 
Here  teach  us  humbly  at  Thy  feet  to  fall  ; 
Here  on  Thy  name  with  love  and  faith  to  call 

For  pardoning  grace. 

4  Ne'er  let  the  glory  from  this  spot  remove. 
Till  numbered  with  Thy  ransomed  flock  above, 
We  cease  to  want,  but  never  cease  to  love 

The  throne  of  grace. 

CUARIyOTTE   ELLIOT. 

HAVE    FAITH    IN    GOD. 

SUITABLK   TO   UKAD   AT  A  CONSECRATION   MEETING. 

Mark  xi:  22. 
C.  M. 

1  I  love  to  think  that  God  appoints 

^ly  portion  day  by  day  ; 
Events  of  life  are  in  His  hand  ; 

And  I  would  only  say  : 
"  Appoint  them  in  Thine  own  goodtime, 

And  in  Thine  own  best  way  ;  " 
All  things  shall  mingle  for  my  good, 

I  would  not  change  them  if  I  could, 
Nor  alter  Thy  decree. 

Thou  art  a1)0ve  and  I  below  I 
"  Thv  will  be  done  !  .and  ev(!n  so, 


For  so  it  pleaseth  Thee  ! 


MRS.  TFARINO. 


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MY    CROSS. 

1  Trustiiiji,  my  cross  I  bear, 

My  l)(inli;ii  take  ; 
Tliou;,'li  (liirk  llie  waters  are, 

Trusting  I  wait. 
Tli()u;;li  all  the  way  bu  dim, 

1  may  not  see, 
My  laith  looks  up  to  Him, 

And  speaks  to  me. 

2  O'er  heart  untl  hands  and  brow, 

Its  impress  lies. 
Faiih  meets,  I  know  not  how, 

The  world's  replies. 
Beneath  the  shadows  yrowu 

Into  its  eare. 
Voices  the  iieart  has  known, 

Where  are  they,  where  ? 
What  thouLjh  the  tlowers  be  few 

About  my  way, 
And  shadows  old  and  new, 

So  near  mo  stay. 

3  Sometimes,  in  dreams,  I  lay 

My  burden  down  ; 
Dream  of  a  eUarer  way, 

Xwd  ot"  a  crown. 
Tnistini;,  my  cross  I  bear, 

My  burden  take  ; 
Though  dark  the  waters  are, 

Trusting  I  wait. 

ISADORE  r.  RMITB. 

"  North  Western  CbriaUitB  AdTucia«.'' 


CONSECRATION    HYMN. 

C.  M. 

1  ()  Thou  that  lovest  contrite  prayer. 

Wilt  Thou  not  hear  our  plea? 
Oh!   breathe  Thy  Holy  Spirit  now. 

And  help  us  come  to  Thee. 
W(>  consecrate  ourselves,  our  all; 

We  would  be  wholly  Thine  ; 
Oh  !     send  the  sacred  Witness  now. 
And  seal  the  bond  divine. 
Cliourd. —  Accept  the  olTerin<;  that  we  bring! 
We  fjive  ourselves  to  Thee, 
Our  time,  our  talent,  and  our  «/// 
Now  .ind  eternally. 

2  Lord,  we  wouM  work  while  life  shall  last. 

And  be  Thy  blessin<^  civen ; 
Nor  let  us  vaiidy  toil  as  one 

Who  tights  the  winds  of  heaven. 
May  we  with  holy  zeal  jjo  on, 

Xor  faint,  though  trials  come, 
Until  we  win  the  victor's  palm, 
And  reach  our  heavenly  home. 

(TA  ¥r!iaoK  RMrni. 
SprlngflcJd.  lU.  March.  lasS. 


THIS   YEAR   FOR  JESUS. 

"Work,  (or  I  kiu  with  )uu,  ikllb  the  ttirV-Hat-  U:  i. 

1  Come  one  and  ull,  this  year  fur  JehUH, 

We  couKccrat*'  ourselves  anew  ; 
With  hearty  zeal  and  dauiitless  cournge, 

Our  heavenward  cou^^e  with  joy  pursue. 
Rekkaix. 
"This  year  for  .Jesus,"  shall  \n:  our  watchword, 

This  year  for  .Ie^us  the  cross  we'll  In-ur; 
We'll  gather  souls  for  life  eternal, 

Like  stars  to  shine  forever  there. 

2  Come  one  and  all,  the  Master  calleth, 

Are  we  n<Jt  pledged  Ut  Ilim  alone? 
If  faith  be  strong  antl  love  be  fervent. 
Oh!   let  their  pow'r  this  year  be  known. 

3  Come  one  and  all,  the  time  is  fleeting. 

With  giant  arm  defend  the  right ; 
To  maker  this  year  a  glorious  triumjth. 
Let  Christians  all  as  one  unite. 

TANXY  J.  rnoaar. 

CnpTiiKht,  1875,  In    Sot  tn  Miulc  by  w.  II.  buAMK. 

'IlrUhtvsl  and  Bert."     UmxI  by  per.  BIkIuh  k  Malo. 

REST. 

1  O  Rock  divine,  in  rest  complete. 

What  thought  of  fear  have  I 
Of  winds  that  blow  or  rains  that  beat. 
Or  waters  rising  high  ? 

2  Builded  on  Christ,  when  winds  assail 

I  Ciist  away  my  care, 
And  when  the  swelling  Hoods  prevail 
I  speak  Thy  name  in  prayer. 

3  In  storms  of  wrath  the  heavens  may  fall, 

The  mountains  may  n-move  ; 

But  (Jod  will  never  fail  the  call 

Of  those  who  trust  His  love. 

4  High  in  the  raging  heavens  He  rides 

And  setideth  out  \V\%  voice  : 
When  He  the  angry  ten)|>est  guides 
My  soul  may  well  rejoice. 

LCCIXA  CLAKK.     Ittl 

LORD,    WE    WOULD    DRAW    NEAR 
71. 

Thdc— "tforfoa." 

1  Lord,  we  would  dniw  near  to  Thee, 

That  our  souls  may  find  sweet  rest, 
And  from  all  our  burdens  free. 
We  would  dwell  amid  the  blest. 

2  Night  and  darkness  o'er  our  souls. 

Now  on  earth  is  holding  sway  ; 
Lord,  we  would  iM-seech  of  Thee 

Thou  wouldst  make  our  darkness  day. 

3  Lord,  we  kneel  Iwfore  Thee  now. 

Trusting  Thou  wilt  show  Thy  face. 
Pleading  that  our  souls  m.iy  see 
Some  sweet  token  of  Thy  grace. 

KKVA   K.   rallCRIU. 
Wroat  "The  Conqurmr,"  edited  by  c  c  iniLia. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 

CONSECRATION. 


MARY  D.  JAMES. 


MBS.  JOS.  F.  KNAPP.    By  per. 


1=1- 


My  bo     •  dy.    soul        and  iiplr     -     it.        Je    -    too, 

Olil          Je    -  (u.t.  migbl  •   y  S&r    -    iour,        I        trust 

Obt  let  tlie    lira           de  -  soeiid    -    ine     Just     now 

I'lu  Thine,       U    blegg  -    ed  Je      -     sua.  Washed  by 


I     give  to 

in    Thy  great 

up  -  on  my 

Thy   pre  •  cious 


:il=it 


Thee, 
name, 
soul, 
blood. 


A  con    -  He    -    era  -      ted 

I  look  for       Thy  sal  - 

Con  -  sume  my      bum  -     ble 

Now  seal  me         by  Thy 


JOYFULLY,    WITH    GLAD    HOSANNAS. 

DEDICATION   OF   A   TEMPERAXCE   TABERNACLE. 
Tune -"Zion." 

1  Joyfully,  with  glad  hosannas, 

Voice  of  song  and  sound  of  prayer, 
Dedicate  we  now  this  temple, 
While  sweet  incense  fills  the  air. 
Chorus — Praise  Jehovah,  hallelujah  ! 
Shout  the  strain  ! 
Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  1 
Praise  the  Lord. 

2  Praise  the  Lord  !  ring  out  the  anthem, 

For  His  faithfulness  is  sure; 
Praise  the  Lord !   His  loving-kindness 
Shall  forevermore  endure. 

3  Of  tills  latter  house  the  glory, 

.Saith  Jehovah,  shall  increase, 
And  be  greater  than  the  former, 
In  this  place  will  I  give  peace. 

XLIZA    SHERMAN.      1884. 

Set  to  music  by  w.  j.  uartsbobn,  and  used  by  per.  D.  C.  Cook. 

SUPPLICATION. 

1  Jesus,  Lord,  I  ask  but  this  : 

Heavenly  gain  for  earthly  loss — 
All  the  meaner  things  I  miss 

1  will  count  indeed  but  dross, 
If  Thou  wilt  but  dwell  within  ; 

Then  how  blest  this  heart  of  mine. 
All  its  poverty  and  sin 

Changed  for  riches  so  divine. 


2  Lost  in  peace  my  discontent. 

Gloomy  doubt  in  sunny  trust, 
Then,  my  selfish  sorrow  spent, 

Flowers  shall  spring  from  lifeless  dust. 
With  Thy  presence  all  is  gain. 

Thou  wilt  heal  each  hurt  and  wrong, 
Change  to  patience  all  my  pain. 

Grief  to  gladness,  sighs  to  song. 
8  Come  then,  Jesus,  quicklj'  come! 

Come  and  in  my  heart  abide  ; 
For  all  else  my  lips  are  dumb, 

I  forego  all  good  beside. 
Thou  my  paradise  shalt  be. 

In  Thee  all  my  hopes  shall  rest ; 
If  Thou  do  but  dwell  with  me 

I  shall  be  supremely  blest. 

LUELLA  CLARK.     1883. 

WE'LL   WORK    WHILE   'TIS   DAY. 

"Work  while  it  is  day,  for  the  night  cnmeth  when  uo  man  can  work." 
John  ii :  4. 

We  will  work,  we  will  work  while  yet  it  is  day. 

Ere  life  with  its  harvest  is  past, 
Though  the  sheaves  may  be  few  we  glean  by  the  way. 

They'll  help  fill  the  storehouse  at  last. 
We  will  work  ere  the  dew  is  brush'd  from  the  way, 

Ere  noon  with  its  heat  shall  draw  near  ; 
If  the  clouds  shall  arise  and  hide  the  bright  day, 

E'en  then  we'll  not  fall  to  the  rear. 
We  will  work  till  the  shades  of  evening  shall  come, 

Till  life's  earnest  labor  is  o'er  ; 
Then  at  last  we  will  sing  the  dear  "  Harvest-Homo" 

With  those  who  have  gone  on  before. 


Set  to  Dusic  by  prof.  t.  m 


MBa.  T.  M.  TOWNE. 
TowSK.     Used  by  per. 


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^li^abflfe  Stuart  y helps. 


AlllioUBh  the  prose  writiiiipi  nf  Kli/alwlli  Stuart  l'luli«i  fiu:.J(X-»l  lirr 
pootioil.  hIio  liiiii  written  soiuu  tfeiua  iif  lijiuiw  ai"!  "acrcil  ixxtry.  Shi' 
Is  th.-  iluutflitur  uf  Eli/jilMjtli  Stuart  I'liulim  tlie  fiuii.'Ua  autln.r  uf  •'rtuuiiy 
SiiU"  uiiil  ..tliL-r  ix.imUir  worka.  wli.)  dicU  In  ISiJ.  ll«r  Oaughtor  or  tLc 
aaiuu  iiuuiu,  uud  th«  aulijuct  »(  this  Bkutch,  was  Ixirii  ut  AiitloTer.  Muiis., 
ill  \Hi.  8liu  spvudji  licr  auiiimcni  at  tb»  Jullijbtful  KanU-rn  Puiut  uu  oiio 
side  of  C'aiio  Ann,  anil  hur  wlnttirs  at  Amlovcr.  lu  "  Our  Famous 
Women,"  Kllzabeth  T  Spring  nays  "Wlmt  the  »e«  liaa  told  lior,  she  lius 
meanwhile  uiveu  to  us  In  different  forms.  lu  lier  Tolume  of  '  I'oetio 
Slu.liis,'  moat  of  tlio  rhymes  are  tiuifed  with  the  opal  and  beryl  of 
tlie  waves  ,  and  we  fuel  througli  thelii  the  elib  and  How  of  tides.  8«»fr»l 
of  her  songs  have  been  set  to  music,  ■  worils  and  notes  blending  In  a  kind 
of  twilight  aspiration,  an  unaccented  api>eal.  '  On  the  llriilge  of  Highs," 
U  an  original  analogue,  Bt  to  1h)  writUii  under  that  picture  of  sun  opi)<>- 
■Ite  to  sJuulow,  which  every  traveller  brings  home  fn)m  Venice.  '  What 
the  Shore  says  to  the  S  ii.'  and  '  Wluit  the  Sea  says  to  the  Shore,'  are 
perhaps  the  best  tnmslati.ins  she  has  made  of  that  speech  she  has  heard 
where  there  U  no  voice  nor  language," 

With  her  celebrated  prose  works,  every  reader  ii  familiar.  Her  "Gate* 
Ajar  ■'  has  received  much  favorable  and  much  unfavorable  criticism. 
Of  it,  her  biographer  aaj's  "The  world  has  loug  seen  in  every  gallery  the 
infant  (Jlirist  lu  the  arms  of  a  woman,  but  It  has  not  always  seen  that, 
through  womanhood.  It  is  to  receive  some  essential  revelation  of  Christian- 
ity. It  has  iniderstood  only  the  surface  meaning  of  Madonnas,  and  has 
tired  of  tlial :  but  at  last  whatart  has  dimly  l)eeu  foretelling.  Is  l>eginning 
to  bo  actual.  Whether  in  the  cap  aud  "kerchief  of  slater  Dora  and  sis- 
ter Augustine,  or  the  red  cross  l)ailge  of  Clara  Bart<)n,  or  wearing  the  un- 
marked dreM  of  those  who  feed  the  hungry  and  teach  the  ignorant  near 
and  far  off,  new  Mailonn;ui  are  rcToallng  somethinu  more  beautiful  than 
beauty,  and  li'ilier  than  any  image  In  a  shrine."  After  commenting  on 
her  wonderful  production  "  The  story  of  Avis,"  her  biographer  remarks— 
"The  world  seems  to  be  divided  Into  three  classes:  those  who  do  not 
know  there  is  a  Sphinx  ;  those  who  do,  aud  will  not  liK)k  at  It ;  and  those 
who,  seeing  it,  are  willing  to  make  some  sort  of  effort  to  unlock  the  silent 
lips,  to  read  the  riddle  of  the  past  Into  the  prophecy  of  the  future. 
Many  call  It  the  best  of  Miss  Phelji's  prose  works.  It  is  said  Longfellow 
kept  it  lying  on  his  table,  and  re-read  it  often, with  sympathetic  appri'Cl- 
ation  Onlya  pure  aud  exalted  soul  could  have  conceived  It;  aud  only 
a  genuine  artist  could  have  given  it  its  cast." 

■'  Sealed  Orders,"'  "  The  Lady  of  Shalott,"  "  Flower  Mission,"'  and 
"  Hedged  In,"  arc  among  the  most  admired  of  her  many  productions. 
While  writing  the  latter,  she  was  trying  tosave  the  tempted  lu  the  Abbott 
Mission.  The  evils  of  factory  life  depicted  In  ""  A  Silent  Partner."  she 
learned  by  i>ersoiia;  work  for  factory  girls  ;  and  from  her  loyalty  to  the 
purer,  larger,  and  freer  womanhood  that  all  Jr-.'am  of  and  wait  for.  she 
has  never  swerved.  Hers  was  not  the  only  sensitive  intuition  that  fore- 
saw, when  slavery  and  thu  war  rolled  away  together  in  fire  and  smoke, 
that  the  right  development  of  woman  would  b«  the  next  great  question 
for  America.  It  is  said  that  Warwick  Castle  in  England  Is  so  arranged 
that  the  visitor  who  looks  through  the  outside  keyhole,  looks  at  the  same 
time  through  those  of  the  thirty  or  forty  apartments  tliat  lie  beyond  ; 
and  so  in  this  matter  of  making  the  higher,  larger  womanhood  a  fact,  one 
cannot  begin  without  finding  that  woman  is  so  entangled  in  the  heart  of 
matters  that  all  must  Ihj  righted  if  she  is. 

As  early  as  1869  Mrs  Pheli>s  gave  an  adibess  before  the  Xew  Knc 
land  Woman's  Club  of  Boston,  on  healthful  dross  for  woman.  She  ab- 
juriil  trains  and  excessive  trimmings  and  tight  waists.  At  that  time  a 
woman  could  not  walk  the  length  of  a  hotel  drawing-room  in  a  short 
dress  m  Ithout  an  embarrassing  sense  of  singularity,  so  universal  was  the 
al>surdlty  of  sweeping  skirts  on  the  streets,  in  the  house,  and  on  all  oc- 
casions. Thus  she  did  much,  by  prootieiog  herself  what  she  preache<l, 
toward  inaugurating  the  ilreas  reform  which  Is  steadily  gaining  In  p<>i>- 
ulatity,  despite  the  great  extreme  to  which  some  few  have  carried  It. 
Tht'u  her  keen  eye  and  sympathetic  heart  saw  the  evils  inflictcrl  upon 
woman  by  the  Intenuwrancc  of  the  husband.  "Through  her  efforts  a  Re- 
form Club  of  sixty-five  members  was  organized  and  sustained  on  Eostcra 
Point  among  the  lishermeu.  Tlic  Club  nxnn  was  brightened  with  pic- 
tures and  music  ;  oililresses  were  delivered  and  sermons  preached  to  the 
men;  but  her  personal  work  was  of  a  ili-e|wr  oikI  mim>  wearing  *>rt.  She 
was  a  friend  to  each.  To  her  they  brought  their  cnres  and  trouble*  and 
told  of  their  temptations,  the  open  saloons,  and  their  despair.  The  ner- 
vous strain  of  symiiuthy  and  anxiety  in  connection  with  her  literary 
work  was  too  much,  and  her  strength  gave  way-    Sbo  was  one  of  the 


flnt  martyrs  among  our  brsre  women,  to  tlie  cause  of  tcmpenuice.  All 
eausca  tiavu  their  martyrs,  and  iwuiy  a  uoblu  nature  lias  sacridoud  all  In 
this  !ie<^l<nl  ri'fonn  work  From  tills  nearly  fatal  break  siir  lias  not  yet 
liliysieally  recovered,  though  still  doing  excellent  hteniry  work  in  both 
prose  and  sacred  iH>ftry.  "l>r.  Xay  "  Is  her  last  story,  pitchi  d  in  achevr- 
ful  major  key,  which  encourages  tier  many  ailmlnrrs  tu  lixik  fur  much 
more  from  her  graceful  aud  vigorous  pun,  despite  ill  health. 


THE    DIFFERENCE. 

1  Tliiiie  thfi  bi-ariii^  aiirl  forbearing 

'riirou'jli  the  ]i:iti<"iit  yi-ars  : 
Tliiiie  the  loviii<j,  and  tlie  moving 
Plea  of  sacred  tears  ; 

2  Thine  llio  narin^^  and  tlie  wearing 

Of  my  |)ain  for  me ; 
Thine  the  sliarin<;  and  the  bearing 
Of  my  .sin  on  Thee. 

3  Mine  the  leaving  and  the  grieving 

Of  Thy  moiirnfiil  eyes  ; 
Mine  the  fretting  and  forgetting 
Of  our  blood-bound  ties  ; 

4  Mine  the  i)laining  and  coinplaining, 

And  complaining  still  ; 
Mine  tlit!  fearing  and  the  wear\  ing 
Of  Thy  tender  Will. 

5  Mine  the  wrecking,  Thine  tin;  building 

Of  our  ha])|)iness — 
My  only  Saviour,  help  me  make 
The  dreadful  ditference  less. 

KLIZABrrU  HTl'ART  rUCLTIk 

TRUSTING. 

Fialm  czlz:  14. 

1  Dear  gracious  Lord,  on  whom  I  lean, 

My  comfort  and  my  stay, 
IIow  sweet  to  feel  that  it  is  Thy  hand 

That  guides  mc  on  my  way. 
And  to  know,  though  heart  and  flesh 

And  all  things  fail, 
Through  Christ  my  Lord  I  shall  at  last 

O'er  death  prevail. 

2  And,  should  this  frame  sink  under 

Its  heavy  loud  of  care. 
Life's  crown  of  thorns  I'll  welcome. 

And  patiently  can  wear. 
Since  I've  proved  Thy  precious  proniisoa 

To  those  who  trust  in  Thee  ; 
Since  I  know  that  my  dear  Saviour 

Thinks  tenderly  of  me. 

3  Sometimes — ah  me  !   so  blindly  I  — 

From  Ilim  I  go  .o-stray  ; 
But  He  follows  dose  i>eliind  me, 

Along  my  darksome  way. 
My  de.ir  and  watchful  .*^hephc^(l 

Ne'er  loses  sight  of  me  ; 
He  brings  me  fntrk  to  the  .sunlight., 

AVhere  His  loving  fat"e  I  sec. 


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Soinetimos  my  lioart  <;ro\vs  weary 

And  loiij;s  to  bo  at  rest, 
For  lifo's  burden  presses  heavy 

Upon  my  tired  breast ; 
But  I  look  upon  Thee,  di-ar  Saviour, 

Naih'd  uj)OM  tlie  cross  for  me  ; 
At  its  foot  llie  burden  falletli, 

To  be  borne  henceforth  by  Tliee. 

0  bKsscd  IJurden-bearer,  O  Shepherd, 

Kriend  and  Guide, 
Draw  me  by  cross  and  burden 

Close  to  Thy  wounded  side. 
No  longer  would  I  wander 

In  darksome  ways  alone  ; 
But  in  pastures  green,  by  waters  still. 

With  Thee  I  long  to  roam. 

MAKIETTA   IIOLDEIT. 

A    MOTHERS    PRAYER 

1  O  Thou,  so  wont  of  old  to  bless 

The  children  for  the  parents'  sake  ; 
Around  Thy  throne  of  grace  we  press, 
To  bless  our  sous  ;  awake  !  awake ! 

2  Though  ours  be  not  the  strife  of  blood, 

The  deadly  plague  of  sin  to  stay. 
We  would  1)0  zealous  for  our  God, 
And  turn  Thy  righteous  wrath  away. 

3  Be  our  own  hearts  forever  pure ! 

Our  hands,  our  voices  swift  to  aid 
The  inexperienced,  insecure, 

By  many  a  deadly  snare  betrayed. 

4  Oh  I  may  we  watch  with  heedful  eye, 

The  erring  footsteps  of  the  young  ; 
And  point  their  hearts  and  hojies  on  high, 
Kro  yet  tho  tempter's  snare  bo  sprung. 

5  Alas  I   too  late  we  mourn  to  see 

The  children  of  our  love  beguiled  ;  — 
0  God  !  where  can  a  mother  flee. 
But  to  Thy  grace,  to  save  her  child  ? 

6  So  may  the  dire  contagion  cease, 

O'er  which  our  breaking  hearts  have  sighed; 
Send  Thy  sweet  covenant  of  peace ; 
With  us  and  with  our  sous  abide. 

J.  N.  a 

A    LIVING    SACRIFICE. 

Rom.  xii:  1. 
Tune—"  Alletla." 

1  Lord,  what  oflFering  shall  we  bring. 

At  this  altar  when  we  bow? 
Hearts,  the  pure,  unsullied  spring, 
Whence  the  kind  aifections  flow. 

2  Soft  compassion's  feeling  soul. 

By  t)ie  melting  eye  expressed; 
Sympathy,  at  whose  control 

Sorrow  leaves  the  woundetl  breast. 


Willing  hands  to  lead  the  blind. 
Bind  iIk!  wounded,  feed  the  poor ; 

Love,  eud)racing  all  our  kind  ; 
Charity,  with  liberal  store. 

Teach  us,  O  thou  heavenly  King ! 

Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind  ; 
Thus  the  accepted  offering  bring, 

Love  to  Thee  and  all  mankind. 


PRAY    WITHOUT   CEASING. 

I  Thes.  T :  17. 
Tune—"  J/car." 

O  mother !  love  the  mercy  seat ; 

O  mother  I  oft  be  there  ; 
What  if  each  earthly,  anxious  thought, 

Each  random  breath,  were  prayer ! 

'Twould  keep  thy  armor  strong  and  bright 

To  meet  the  shafts  of  sin  ; 
'Twould  arm  thee  with  a  hidden  mijjht 

lo  wage  the  war  within. 

'Twould  make  thy  household  garden  leaves 

All  fresh  and  green  and  fair ; 
Oh  !  tliou  may'st  glean  some  precious  sheaves 

For  harvest  time,  in  prayer. 


INVOCATION. 

FOR   MOTUERS'    MEETINGS,    IN   CONNECTION    WITH 

MISSIONARY   AND  TEMPERANCE    WORKS.    . 

Tune   -  "  Retreat." 

L.  M. 

"  She  went  up  to  the  house  of  the  Lord."  —  I  Sam.  i :  7. 

1  A  band  of  laborers  here  we  meet. 

Waiting,  O  Jesus  !   to  be  blest ; 
As  now  we  gather  at  Thy  feet, 

Oh  !  smile,  and  give  us  peace  and  rest. 

2  Help  us  who  know  a  mother's  thought 

And  love  and  toil  and  constant  care. 
To  help  those  mothers,  yet  untaught, 
Their  little  ones  for  God  to  rear. 

3  And  when,  beneath  Thy  blissful  gaze, 

These  poor  befriend(>d  ones  we  meet, 
We'll  join  in  never-endiufr  praise, 
O  blessed  Master !  at  Thy  feet. 

*   *   * 


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WITHIN    THESE   QUIET   WALLS. 

Tune  —  ■•  itarloir." 
"  She  prayed  unto  the  Lord."  i  Sam.  I  :  10. 

1  Within  t!ie.><o  (niict  walls,  O  Lord  ! 

A  loud  niutcrnal  it.iud 
Ilavo  iiifot  Tliy  ^'oodiicss  to  record, 
And  seek  Thy  guidiiiy  luind. 

2  If  e'er  a  mother's  prayerful  strain 

Hath  ^'allied  Thy  listening'  ear, 

0  Saviour  !  now  in  mercy  deign 
Our  ardent  cry  to  hear. 

3  'T  is  for  our  children,  Lord,  wc  plead, 

Dear  ohjeets  of  our  care  ; 
Dan<,rers  on  every  side  are  spread ; 
Save  them  from  every  snare. 

4  O  Thou  blest  Guardian  !  walk  beside 

Life's  river  as  it  rolls  ; 
Light  th(!  dark  stream  o'er  which  thoy  glide, 
And  cleanse  and  save  their  souls. 

•  • 

GO    FORTH    AMONG   THE    POOR. 

Tune  —  "  Stair  SIrtel." 

B.  M. 

"  Tliin  woinau  wbm  full  of  good  works  aud  alniidcedi  which  iho  did." 
Acta  Ix  :  36. 

1  (io  fortli  among  the  poor  ; 

Thy  pathway  leadeth  there  ; 
Thy  gentle  voice  may  soothe  their  pain 
And  idunt  the  thorns  of  cjire. 
3  do  forth  among  the  sad, 

Lest  their  dark  cup  o'erflow  ; 
They  have  on  earth  a  heritage 
Of  Weariness  ami  woe. 
3  Tears  dim  their  <laily  toil, 

And  sighs  break  out  from  sleep  ; 
Bring  light  among  the  darkness  —  say, 
IMissed  are  tiny  that  weep. 
•1   M"u\\  tireless  hopeful  love, 
Fullill  your  lofty  part. 
And  yours  sh.ill  !>«  tlie  lilcssing  too: 
Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart. 

*       • 

O    LORD,    BEHOLD    US. 

Tunc  —  ••  A  uli{  Lang  Sjm*." 

C.  M.  D. 

"  She  continued  praring  before  the  Lord."  —  i  Sam,  1:  11 

1   O  Lord,  luhold  us  at  Thv  feet! 

A  needy  sinful  band  ;  ' 
As  suppliants  round  Thy  mercy-seat. 

We  come  at  Thy  command. 
*T  is  for  our  children  we  would  plead, 

The  offspring  Thou  ha.-t  given  ; 
Where  shall  we  go,  in  time  of  need, 

But  to  the  God  of  heaven  ? 


2  We  a.sk  not  for  them  wealth  or  fame. 

Amid  the  worldly  strife. 
But  in  the  all-prevailing  Name, 

We  ask  eternal  life. 
"We  seek  the  Spirit's  fpiickening  grace 

lo  make  them  pun-  in  heart. 
That  they  may  stand  Uforu  Thy  face, 

And  see  Thee  as  Thou  art. 

Sirs.  S.  m  I  J^rnrn,* 

•Unghter  of  ReT.  Nclwn  Irl»l..  one  of  the  plrnieet  MeU.o.llrt  mliiUten 
of  Illinolj,  waa  bom  at  Albl„„.  Prnn.  Bh.-  early  d.re'  ;Hd  a  tal.-,U  for 
irritiuK  iu  both  pn»e  and  Term...  While  atUi.d  .ii;  tl.r  N„rnol  Hch.».l  at 
Mt.  ilorrin.  HL.  she  won  nuuiy  laureU  through  her  niprrlor  literary  abO- 
Ity.  ••  Vlctorui.  aiid  oUier  IV>eiii«.-  a  »„luiiiu  publuhed  by  her  In  UBX 
la  one  of  rare  uiirlt.  Mn.  Henry  baa  Uxn  aaardL.l  wreral  i,rau»  fur 
•  p<wIu^  and  haa  publlajicd  eltflit  or  ten  proac  »..:uiue%  which  are  exleu- 
•Irely  uaed  In  Sttl.tath  Sch.«.l.  W.  c.  T.  f..  and  Y.  M.  C.  A.  Ilbrariei 

•"•'  ""■  ^ ^'^     ■■  Tne  I'U.Ik,.  anyhe  Crr«a."  glrlng  an  accmiut  of  her 

•eren  y.ara'  work  in  K.H:kf..r.l.  ni .  in  the  caua.-  uf  l.mp.t»nce.  baa 
U'en  pr.Hluctl»e  of  much  gool  ;  and  of  ber  laat  w.,rk^  it  la  atated 
that  "The  Voice  of  the  H.,n.e"  an.l  -.Mal-la  W.,rk"  are  doing 
more  I.J  arouae  young  people  to  a  aenae  of  their  duty  to  work  In  th-  Add 
of  tempirance  reform,  than  anything  ever  Uforo  pubUahiMl.  Among  tho 
actlTo  worka  of  Mni.  Henry,  urd.r  the  aiuplci*  ..f  the  W  C  T  U  ahe 
haa  bix-n  the  SUU,  KvaoKellit  for  llllnola.  and  lia,.  at  rari.iua  Umea^'lad 
cJiarRe  of  the  Teni,«r»nce  TaU-ruade  at  .Maniatw-.  .Mich..  In  both  of 
which  caiocltlm  alie  liaa  glTen  unlrenal  and  unl-.undcd  aatlafactjoa. 
Mm.  Henry  Uonoof  the  ahloat  «,H»k<.ni  among  women,  on  the  aubject 
or  r.,M,Hlt.m,K.r:uic«.andfrw,uently  .kscu,,!,-.  ,,ulplu  tc-nder.^.!  h.r  u. 
tl..  e,U:..-..t,„M  of  oU  pn^aent  .Sh  •  w.ia  .\.t|.,„al  Sup«rinU-ndent  of 
eruoK,  ::»lu-  work  f.ir  m'Tcril  y.am.  and  la  at  pr.*-nl  (!(«.',)  erangeliat  it, 
largr.  and  haa  acc.mpll..h«l  gn^t  good  in  rarimw  Slate*  prrMninent 
among  which  la  Nebraaka.  Her  huabaml  rocelr.d  injuries  in  the  nr 
Tlce  of  hia  country  which  rumiltod  fatally.  Her  place  of  nrideooe  la 
Eockfottl.  m.  '-uenoe  v 

DEDICATION    HYMN. 

Tune—"  Arut  and  Shiiu." 

1  We  bring  to  Thee,  O  Lord,  this  temj.le. 

The  house  our  hands  have  reared  for  Thee; 
With  songs  of  joy  and  exultation, 
AVe  sound  our  temperance  jubilee. 

2  Arise!  ()  I^ord,  come  to  Thy  temple. 

For  The(!  we  call  ;  Thyself  draw  near  ; 
Becan.se  of  Sin's  dark  night  of  sorrow, 
We  wait  and  watch  till  Thou  app-ar. 

3  We  give  to  Thee  ea<h  stone  and  timl>er. 

The  walls  on  which  to  write  Thv  name: 
The  voices  that  shall  here  1k'  lifttnl 
Thy  temperance  gos|>el  to  proclaim. 

4  Come  in,  O  King  !  Swing  wide.  Q  jK.rtal ! 

The  I>onl,  our  (io«l,  shall  surelv  come; 
His  feet  shall  trea<i  these  courts  iii  glorv. 
His  Spirit  make  our  hou.-.e  Ili.N  liome.' 

5  Father,  we  bring  tn  Thee  the  people 

Who  enter  here  Thy  trnih  to  seek; 
Tin-  people,  Ixjnl,  whom  sin  hath  blighteil 

The  fair  and  strong,  the  lost  and  w^k. 
r.  We  ask  for  them  Thy  great  salvation, 

A  blessing  on  each  heart  and  home  ; 
Stntch  forth  Tliy  liaiid  from  thence.  O  Fatlier, 

And  stay  tlic  demon  curse  of  rum. 

_  ..  *»»  »^  "    t.  Muikr. 

•a«at  "Ualoa  Hall.- MaoMM.  Miehicaii.  May  «  Un. 


472 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


Somotimos  niv  Iioart  <,n-o\v.s  weary 

And  l()ii>;s  to  be  at  rest, 
For  life's  bunlni  presses  heavy 

U|ion  my  tired  breiist ; 
But  1  look  ui)oii  Thee,  dear  Saviour, 

Nailetl  upon  the  cross  for  me  ; 
At  its  foot  tlie  burden  falleth, 

To  be  borne  henceforth  by  Tiiee. 

0  blessed  Uui-den-b.arer,  O  Shepherd, 

Frii-nd  and  Guide, 
Draw  me  by  cross  and  burden 

Close  to  Thy  wounded  side. 
No  longer  would  I  wander 

In  darksome  ways  alone  ; 
But  in  pastures  green,  by  waters  still, 

With  Thee  I  long  to  roam. 

MARIETTA  nOLDEK. 

A    MOTHERS    PRAYER. 

1  0  Thou,  so  wont  of  old  to  bless 

Tlie  children  for  the  parents'  sake ; 
Around  Thy  throne  of  grace  we  press, 
To  bless  our  sons ;  awake  !  awake ! 

2  Though  ours  be  not  the  strife  of  blood, 

The  deadly  plague  of  sin  to  stay. 
We  would  be  zealous  for  our  God, 
And  turn  Thy  righteous  wrath  away. 

3  Be  our  own  hearts  forever  pure  ! 

Our  hands,  our  voices  swift  to  aid 
The  inexperienced,  insecure, 

By  many  a  deadly  snare  betrayed. 

4  Oh  1   may  we  watch  with  heedful  eye, 

The  erring  footsteps  of  the  young  ;  _ 
And  point  their  hearts  and  hopes  on  high, 
Ere  yet  the  tempter's  snare  be  sprung. 

5  Alas  I   too  late  we  mourn  to  see 

Tlie  children  of  our  love  beguiled  ;  — 
O  God  !  where  can  a  mother  flee, 
But  to  Thy  grace,  to  save  her  child  ? 

6  So  may  the  dire  contagion  cease, 

O'er  which  our  breaking  hearts  have  sighed ; 
Send  Tiiy  sweet  covenant  of  peace ; 
With  us  and  with  our  sons  abide. 


A    LIVING    SACRIFICE. 

Rom.  xii:  1. 
Tune—"  AlUtta." 

1  Lord,  what  offering  shall  we  bring, 

At  this  altar  when  we  bow  ? 
Hearts,  the  pure,  unsullied  spring, 
Whence  the  kind  affections  flow. 

2  Soft  compassion's  feeling  soul. 

By  the  melting  eye  expressed ; 
Sympathy,  at  whose  control 

Sorrow  leaves  the  wounded  breast. 


3  AVilling  hands  to  lead  the  blind. 

Bind  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor; 
Love,  embracing  all  our  kind  ; 
Charity,  with  liberal  store. 

4  Teach  us,  O  thou  heavenly  King! 

Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind  ; 
Thus  the  accepted  offering  bring, 
Love  to  Thee  and  all  mankind. 


PRAY   WITHOUT   CEASING. 

I  Thes.  T :  17. 
Tune — "  Hear." 

1  O  mother !  love  the  mercy  seat ; 

O  mother  I  oft  be  there  ; 
What  if  each  earthly,  anxious  thought, 
Each  random  breath,  were  prayer ! 

2  'Twould  keep  thy  armor  strong  and  bright 

To  meet  the  shafts  of  sin  ; 
'Twould  arm  thee  with  a  hidden  might 
To  waee  the  war  within. 

3  'Twould  make  thy  household  garden  leaves 

All  fresh  and  green  and  fair  ; 
Oh  !  thou  may'st  glean  some  precious  sheaves 
For  harvest  time,  in  prayer. 


INVOCATION. 

FOR   mothers'    meetings,    IN   CONNECTION   WITH 

MISSIONARY   AND   TEMPERANCE    WORKS.    . 

Tune   -  "  Retreat." 

L.  M. 

"  She  went  up  to  the  house  of  the  Lord."  —  I  Sam.  i :  7. 

1  A  band  of  laborers  here  we  meet, 

Waiting,  O  Jesus  !   to  be  blest ; 
As  now  we  gather  at  Thy  feet. 

Oh  !  smile,  and  give  us  peace  and  rest. 

2  Help  us  who  know  a  mother's  thought 

And  love  and  toil  and  constant  care, 
To  help  those  mothers,  yet  untaught. 
Their  little  ones  for  God  to  rear. 

3  And  when,  beneath  Thy  blissful  gaze, 

These  poor  befriended  ones  we  meet, 
We'll  join  in  never-ending  jiraise, 
O  biessed  Master!  at  Thy  feet. 

*   *  « 


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WITHIN    THESE   QUIET   WALLS. 


Tune  ■ 


"  Sho  |>rayc'd  unto  the  LorJ."  i  .Sam.  I ;  10. 

1  Witliiii  tlieso  (luift  walls,  O  Lord  ! 

A  fond  nialrriial  l)aiiil 
Ilavi!  iiitet  Tliy  <,'oo(lii(ss  to  record, 
And  suck  Tliy  guiding  hand. 

2  If  e'er  a  motlior's  pravi-rful  strain 

Hath  fjainid  Tliy  listening  car, 
O  Saviour  !  now  in  mercy  deign 
Our  ardent  cry  to  hear. 

3  'T  is  for  our  chiidriii.  Lord,  wc  plead, 

Dear  objects  of  our  care  ; 
Dangers  on  every  side  aro  spread  ; 
Savo  them  from  every  snare. 

4  O  Tliou  blest  Guardian  !  walk  beside 

Life's  river  as  it  rolls  ; 
Light  tilt!  dark  stream  o'er  which  tliey  glide, 
And  cleanse  and  save  their  souls. 


GO    FORTH    AMONG   THE    POOR. 

Tune  —  •■  mate  Strett." 

a  M. 

"  Tliln  woiimii  WBn  full  of  booiI  works  and  lUniidcedi  which  iho  did." 
AcU  Ix  :  36. 

1   Go  forth  among  tlu^  poor  ; 

Tliy  pathway  leadeth  there  ; 
Thy  gentle  voice  may  soothe  their  pain 
And  blunt  the  thorns  of  care. 
3  Go  forth  among  tiio  sad, 

Lest  their  dark  cup  o'erflow; 
They  have  on  earth  a  heritage 
Of  weariness  and  woe. 

3  Tears  dim  their  daily  toil, 

And  sighs  break  out  from  sleep  ; 
Bring  light  among  the  darkness  —  say, 
Hkssod  aro  they  that  weep. 

4  Willi  tireless  hopeful  love, 

Kuliill  your  lofty  part. 
And  yours  shall  )>•  the  blessing  too  : 
Blest  are  the  pure  in  heart. 

•       • 

O    LORD.    BEHOLD    US. 

Tune  —  "  A  u!d  Lang  Ssm." 

C.  M.  D. 

'•  ShccmLnued  iirayiiig  before  the  Lord."  —  i  Sam,  i:  H 

1    O  Lord,  behold  us  at  Thy  feet! 

A  needy  sinful  band  ; 
As  suppliants  round  Thy  mercy-seat. 

We  come  at  Thy  command. 
'T  is  for  our  cluldren  we  woidd  plead, 

The  offspring  Thou  liast  given  ; 
Where  shall  we  go.  in  time  of  need, 

But  to  the  God  of  heaven  ? 


2  We  ask  not  for  them  wealth  or  fame. 

Amid  the  worldly  strife, 
Bui  ill  the  all-prevailing  Name, 

We  ask  eternal  life. 
We  seek  the  .Spirit's  (piickening  grac6 

'lo  make  them  pure  in  Jieart, 
That  tiny  may  st;iiid  JM-fore  'I'hy  face, 

And  see  Thee  a.s  Thou  art. 

SJIrs.  .§.  jn.  ]l.  yunrn,* 

daughter  of  Ro».  Neljoo  IrijJ,.  one  „l  U,r  pionoei  Methndbt  ralnliten 
Of  Illliiolj.  WM  bora  .t  .\n.lni..  Prnn  Bh.-  rw!y  d.Tc!  -,.1  »  t*l..nl  for 
writfUK  lii  bo:h  i,n««  »rul  r.-m...  While  »f..  i.d  ::.:  tl,.-  N.,ni,.i!  Hrh.«.I  .t 
Mt.  Horri*.  111..  «h«  wuu  many  laun'lj  thmutth  hrr  ni|irr1<ir  lltermrr  tbO- 
Ity.  ••  Victuriii,  uid  oth.T  f.^iun,"  a  n.luiuu  j^ubluhcj  b/  liit  in  UK3, 
taoiie  of  nn  imrlt.  Mm  Henry  hu  boin  ••arJi-.l  •r».ral  pruca  tiw 
■  p<wm«,  and  haa  (.ubllihid  eliht  or  ten  prtMe  »..;uiuMi.  which  an  rxl«u- 
■i»cly  um-a  hi  Hat.luih  .S.h...l.  W.  c  T  f  .  a>id  Y-  M.  C.  A.  libraries 
au.l  th-  home.  ■  Tnr  I'l.  ilse  anyhe  C-r.«a.-  gl'lnc  an  aecnuut  of  bv 
■ercn  y.an'  work  in  l{4K;kf.ir.l.  ifl  .  In  the  cauie  ,.f  I.  n.|»-r»ncc.  haa 
U-un  pnnluctlifc  of  much  chhI  ;  and  of  her  Lut  worka.  It  U  tuu^ 
that  •Thu  Voice  of  the  Home"  ai.d  •  M»t»l.  Work"  are  dom« 
more  t«  omuM  yoao«  people  to  a  aenie  of  their  duty  to  w.irk  In  Ibo  Otld 
of  tompiranoe  r«form,  than  anythlns  ever  Ufore  publuJicl  Amoii(  tha 
acUToworkinf  Mr».  Henry,  ui  ■  , ,  of  the  W.  C  T   17    lb* 

hu«  bi-en  the SUle  Eranif.Il.t  f  ha<.  at  rariou.  Utaf,'bad 

charno    of  the  Teni|»rance   Tui  \Uul.t<-e,  Mich..  In  both  of 

which  caiiocltlea  tile  haa  »lren  unirervl  and  unl.mnd.J  natkfaetinti. 
MriL  Henry  la  one  of  the  uhlmt  ^«.k-„  nmon,  women,  on  the  wbjei* 
of  .!..,!>.  I  ;,.,npcnu.ce.ah.l:  «  l-uIfJU  tenden^l  h,r.  to 

""    -^l' ■'■•""•n  of  aU   pr.  .,iM,ud  Huperintrodenl  oC 

eTuni:.i:Mi,-workf,.r*-T,r  ;  r.  .,  ,.r    1  «■  i  ..TM^ellat  rt 

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Tice  nf  hia  country  which  reiultod  fatally.  H.  r  l.:*:c  of  raldeno.  I. 
Eockford,  DL  "-~eiio«  ■ 

DEDICATION    HYMN. 

Tune—"  ArUe  a»il  SKitif.' 

1  We  bring  to  Thee,  O  Lord,  this  temple. 

The  hou.s(«  our  hands  have  re.are<l  for  Tliee- 
With  songs  of  joy  ami  exultation, 
AVe  .sound  our  temperanee  jubilee. 

2  Arise !  O  I.K>rfl,  come  to  Thy  temple. 

For  Thee  we  call  ;  Thyself  draw  near  ; 
Becan.se  of  Sin's  dark  night  of  sorrow. 
We  wait  and  watch  till  Thou  apjK'ar. 

3  We  give  to  Thee  each  stone  and  timber. 

The  walls  on  which  to  write  Thv  name : 
Tlie  voices  that  shall  here  Ix-  lifted 
Thy  temperance  go.sjK.1  to  proclaim. 

4  Come  in,  O  King  !  Swing  wide,  Q  portal ! 

The  Lord,  our  (Jod.  shall  surely  come; 
ITis  feet  shall  tread  these  courts  ili  glorx". 
His  Spirit  make  our  house  His  home,' 

5  Father,  we  bring  to  Thee  the  |>rople 

Who  enter  here  Thy  tnnh  to  .M-ek ; 

Tin-  people,  Ix>nl.  whom  sin  hath  blights! 

The  fair  .and  strong,  the  lost  and  weak. 

6  We  ask  for  them  Thy  great  salvation, 

A  blessing  on  each  heart  and  home  ; 
Stretch  forth  Thy  hand  from  thence,  Q  Father, 
And  stay  the  demon  curse  of  rum. 

"«»^  »■  «-  I.  iiBinir. 

Song  at    IJniaa  HaU."  Minhtn.  Hhj.^, —  ii^  n^  i^^ 


474 


WOMAIi  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


SALOME. 


L.  M. 


1  She  kiu'w  not  wliut  for  them  she  sought 

At  His  rijiht  liaiid  and  left  to  sit ! 

How  j^rcat  the  ;iioi y.  passinjf  tlioupht ; 

How  rough  the  i)ath  tliat  led  to  it. 

2  Tht  V  knew  not  wliat  of  Him  they  asked  I 

lUit  He  their  deeper  sense  distilled; 
Gently  the  selfish  wish  unmasked, 
But  all  the  prayer  of  love  fullillcd. 

3  Pride  sought  to  lift  herself  on  high, 

And  heard  hut  of  the  bitter  cup; 
Love  would  but  to  her  Lord  be  uigh, 
And  won  lier  measure  full-heaped  up. 

4  Witli  vision  of  His  glory  blessed  ; 

Stood  on  the  moinitain  by  His  side  ; 
Leaned,  at  the  Supped  on  Ills  breast ; 
Stood  close  beneath  Him  when  He  died. 

5  One  brother  shared  His  cup  of  woe — 

The  second  of  His  martyr-band  : 
One  by  His  glory  smitten  low, 

Rose  at  the  touch  of  His  right  hand. 

6  Thus,  when  by  earth's  cross  lights  perplexed, 

We  crave  the  thing  that  should  not  be, 
God,  reading  right  our  erring  text. 

Gives  what  we  would  ask,  could  we  see. 

MBS.  CBAALES. 


RISE,    TEMPLE,    RISE. 

SUNG   BY   THE    CIIILDKEX.      AT  THE 

DEDICATION   OF  THK   TEMPKUAXCE  TABERNACLE, 

MANISTEE,    MICH.    1881. 

1  Brick  and  stone  and  timber  fair, 

Rise,  temple,  rise ; 
Upward  through  the  sunny  air, 
Ri.se,  temple,  rise. 
Chorus. —  Rise,  temple,  rise, 
Rise,  temple,  rise, 
Rise,  temple,  rise. 

2  Walls  so  grand  and  doors  so  wide, 

Rise,  temple,  rise ; 
We  are  coming  side  by  side. 
Rise,  temple,  rise. 

3  Little  eyes  have  watched  you  grow, 

Rise,  temple,  rise  ; 
You  were  built  for  us,  you  know. 
Rise,  temj)le,  rise. 

4  You  were  built  for  temperance,  too, 

Rise,  temple,  rise ; 
All  tilings  good  and  pure  and  true, 
Rise,  temple,  rise. 

MH8.    8.    M.    I.    HENRr. 

EruiBton,  111. 


RISE   AND    BUILD 

A   SONG  OR  RECITATION  FOK  THE  BUILDING  OF  A  CIILTtCH. 

1  "Arise,  take  courage  ;  rise  and  build, 

Ye  people  of  the  Lord." 
Thus  down  the  echoing  ages  comes 

Tlie  prophet's  stirring  word. 
"  Let  not  His  house  lie  waste  and  bare, 

Tiie  while  ye  build  your  own. 
Arise  and  build,"  from  iieart  to  heart 

Sounds  back  the  earnest  tone. 

2  Bring  strength  of  oak,  bring  grace  of  larch. 

His  house  to  beautify  ; 
All  that  is  sweetest  to  the  ear 

Or  fairest  to  the  eye. 
Bring  gold  and  gems,  bring  hue  and  light. 

Let  no  hand  stint  or  spare. 
Until  in  beauty  robed  and  wreathed 

His  temple  standeth  there. 

3  Bring  woman's  work,  bring  manhood's  strength, 

Bring  childhood's  helping  hand, 
Build  well  and  wisely,  that  your  work 

To  coming  years  may  stand. 
Your  Lord, — He  gave  His  all  for  you, 

Give  back  your  very  best; 
Your  best  is  all  to  ))oor  to  give 

To  Him,  the  Ever-blest. 

4  It  may  be  tlirough  your  temple  fair 

The  Lord  shall  walk  some  day ; 
It  may  be  His  Shechinah  light 

Shall  rest  with  you  alway  ; 
And  prayers  accepted  rise  to  Him, 

And  blessings  freely  fall, 
While  each  to  each,  across  the  fane, 

To  holy  watchers  call. 

ELLEX  MCRRAT.      1882. 

OUR   TEMPERANCE    HOME. 

FOR  DEDICATING   A   TEMPERANCE  HALL  OR  TABERNACLE. 

Tune—"  Marloio,"  or  "Arlington." 

1  This  temple.  Lord,  our  temp'rance  home, 

We  consecrate  to  Thee  ; 
Here  may  the  light  of  glory  shine. 
Here  may  Thy  presence  be. 

2  And  while  we  bow  before  Thy  throne. 

Unveil  Thy  smiling  face, 
And  water  every  waiting  heart 
With  dews  of  heavenly  grace. 

3  Here  may  we  gather  i)recious  souls 

To  Thy  dear  fold  of  love ; 
And  all  who  meet  witiiin  these  walls, 
Be  Thine  in  heaven  above. 

FANNV  CB08BV.    By  per. 

THE   TEMPERANCE   DOXOLOGY. 

*'  Praise  God  from  w  hom  all  blessings  flow, 
Prai.se  Him  wlio  Iieals  the  drunkard's  woe. 
Praise  Hitn  wlio  leads  tlie  temperance  host, 
Praise  Father,  Sou  aud  Holy  Ghost." 


TEMPEliASCE.     ANNUAL  MEKTINGH. 

GO,  BRING  THE  GOSPEL  OF  HIS  SON! 

From  tbe   'Rnyal  Anlhrin  Book,"  edllol  bjr  MRS.  C,  H.  BCt/rT. 
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TEMPERANCE.    ANHUAL  MEETINOS. 


477 


INTEMPERANCE. 
L.  M. 

1  Whoii  will  this  moiister-«lomon  ceaso 

To  wield  his  swonl  of  srathiiii,'  Hamo  ? 
Wlii'ii  will  iiH-n  Ifurii  ihal  dovc-cyrd  Teaco 
Flees  from  this  ever-drcailid  name? 

2  When  learn  to  (lueiK^h  this  l)alefnl  fire; 

Passion  and  appetite  restrain. 
And  from  the  depths  of  base  dosiro 
Arise  to  manly  slren<;th  a<;ain  ? 

3  Wht!n  know  that  Truth  and  Honor  fail, 

That  Love  and  Purity  must  fall. 
If  these  dread  powers  of  hell  prevail, 
And  bind  l\w  spirit  in  their  tiirall  ? 

4  O  yo,  whose  lives  are  aore  beset 

Hy  this  endKittled  iiost  of  sin  ; 
Witii  girded  loins  must  it  be  met. 
If  ye  the  vietory  would  win. 

5  Thy  tyrant's  power  must  be  o'erthrown ; 

No  (piarter  ijiven  in  the  strife  ; 
No  truce,  nor  compromiso  he  kiu)wi) ; 
'Tis  deadly  couHict,  —  life  for  life  ! 

MARY  C.  WBBSTlll, 
Rocky  urn,  CoDU,  1883.  . 

WHAT   SHE   COULD. 

Reipectfu'.ly  ln»i!Tibo<l  to  MM,  LucY  Wibb  HaYM. 

1  More  brave  than  they  who  at  the  stake 

Their  lives  for  truth  resign, 
Ls  slie  wlio  from  our  nation's  feasts 
Hath  dared  to  banish  wine. 
Chorus — With  willing  hands  shall  loving  ho.irts 
(Jn  Fame's  bright  scroll  engrave 
The  name  we  honor  and  revere, 
The  bravest  of  the  brave. 

2  With  purpose  true  she  firmly  trod 

ller  (loil-appointed  way; 
Nor  rank,  nor  fashion  from  the  right 
Could  serve  her  steps  to  sway. 

3  Though  custom,  old  and  worldly  wise, 

A  liundred  years  h.'id  reigned. 
Dethroned  he  sits  with  garments  rent, 
A  captive  doubly  chained. 

4  In  future  years,  when  ti'nip'rance  hosts 

Have  final  victory  won. 
Our  children's  children  still  shall  tell 
How  nobly  she  hath  done. 

Mim  M.  K.  KEHvnsin.  hjr  per. 

Sat  l<>  mualc  liy  i>H.  jas.  k   mckkav. 

Cupjrriglil,  188D.  )iy  M.  c  i>i.KVu!ta. 

NoT«.-"What  She  Vm\\i"  WM  written  at  Mb*  Wil!«d»  rrnunit,  by  th« 

tiyinii  olilor  of  "Temjioranci'  I.lfht."  anil  lnonn.eUoii  «ith  "Thf  W.inl 
Di»liic."  (uitnl  hy  iM-miliiiiinn  fn)m  "  TemiK'r.inc  •  I.luhfl  l»  pnbU»h«l  »ii.l 
sola  fi.r  the  hriu'lit  ..f  Thp  Mr«  Huyiii  Mcnmrlal  Fiiiiil."  by  Mi*  M  E 
HvrTiim.  ehictt«'<.  Ill  .  wb"  I'm  ib'tiot.'  All  pmflU  UBntboTftnilpublUhrr 
to  till'  aImiti'  iniMitixiu*)!  (uiiil  no«r  bring  raiii<-i\  to  luxurf  »  nillablp  ra(y 
ni<>ti:kl  in  honor  of  oDe  of  whom  it  nuky  be  truly  Mid,  "  Hhc  h«tb  don* 
what  aho  ovmUl." 


HOME   PROTECTION. 

1  Courage,  comimdes,  counige. 

Take  heart,  and  struggle  on! 
The  light  will  s<K)n  be  over. 

The  night  will  s(M>n  Im-  gone; 
Our  Captain  now  is  h  :uling 

I  lis  forces  to  (he  tield. 
And  well  w<!  know  Hi-.  pur|>ose 

Can  never,  never  yield. 

2  He's  testing  every  soldier, 

He  is  calling  him  by  name  ; 
Ami  the  tniitor  and  the  coward 

Are  surely  seeking  shame. 
Soon  foes  will  di<)|»  disgui>e8. 

And  frieinls  step  boldly  out. 
And  '•  Who  is  on  the  I^ords  side?" 

lie  proved  In-yond  a  floidiU 

3  The  ranks  of  rJo<l  are  closing  in 

With  angel  hosts  attending  ; 
And  m«T<-v  only  slays  awhile 

The  thuiid<r  i>olLs  descending. 
They  vainly  strive  who  strive  with  God, 

The  nations  now  are  learning. 
And  Christian  eyes  an*  keener  gnjwn 

The  right  from  wrong  di.scerning. 

4  The  valiant  one.s  undaunted  press 

Close  to  our  I^eader's  side. 
And  timiil  ones  grown  martyr-like, 

Will  meet  what<''er  ln-tide  ; 
And  from  His  mighty,  loving  heart. 

Life  strengthens  every  one 
That  so  in  faith  aixl  love  and  truth. 

His  will  on  earth  \n'.  «lctne. 

6  Courage,  my  comrades,  counige, 

He  strong  and  of  gofwl  cheer. 
The  Coiiipieror's  bamls  fight  bravely, 

And  have  no  doubt  or  fear. 
Soon.  soon,  our  hearts  rejoicing. 

Will  hail  the  glorious  hour 
When  honie  shall  Im-  protect*-*! 

By  Christian  love  and  power. 

BKLKli  MAR  MACKXirZIX.      USBk 


THE   SIGNAL    LIGHTS. 

The  signal  lights  are  glancing 

From  mountain  top  to  se.n, 
An<I  thou  the  hi>sm  advancing 

To  set  the  prinouers  free 
From  Ixindagi^  worse  than  ever 

Hound  iH'ijrms  with  il<«  chain, 
F«)r  this  holds  thrnll  togeiljer 

()'«r  Ixxly,  soul  and  brain. 


478 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


2  We  have  no  bugles  blending 

With  tranipinjj  on  tlio  sod, 
But  hymns  and  piaycrs  ascending 

To  oar  of  Israel's  God, 
From  lips  unsealed  by  sorrow, 

To  pi(>ad  for  thos(!  they  love. 
With  courage  wliieh  they  borrow 

From  Source  of  strength  above. 

3  Let  those  who  count  as  nothing, 

Tiiis  singing,  praying  hand. 
Recall  the  sevenwlays'  marching 

In  .ludah's  far-ofT  land  ; 
How  at  the  time  appointed 

By  Ilim  who  rulefh  all. 
Through  means  by  Ilim  anointed, 

The  city's  bulwarks  fall. 

4  We  doubt  not  that  Ilis  blessing 

Goes  with  the  band  to-day, 
Who  are  th;>  forts  enein-Jing 

Where  Bacchus  holdeth  sway. 
Thounh  long  may  l>e  the  marching, 

There'll  come  a  blessed  hour. 
When  walls  of  sin  shall  crumble 

Before  Jehovah's  power. 


MARV  F.  WAKD. 
In  "Union  Signal." 
North  Danville,  Vt.,  1885. 


OUR    BEACON    HYMN. 

Tune— "Siufff  hy  and  by." 
"  I  am  come  a  light  into  the  world."— John  xil :  46. 

1  There's  a  light  that  is  beaming  above, 

And  a  ])romise  to  us  hath  been  given, 
From  the  Father  of  truth  and  of  love, 
That  it  heralds  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 
Chorus. — It  will  shine  more  and  more. 

Till  its  glory  like  noontide  shall  be. 

2  It  will  scatter  the  darkness  away, 

From  the  homes  of  the  jjoor  and  oppressed ; 
It  will  gather  in  brightest  array, 

All  the  works  that  our  faith  has  expressed. 

3  To  our  merciful  Father  of  liuht 

Let  us  oiler  our  humblest  and  best ; 
For  the  hope  of  the  triumph  of  right. 
For  the  promise  of  peace  and  of  rest. 

ELIZABETH  A.  LAWSON. 
Sept.,  1885. 


TEMPERANCE    RALLY. 

There  is  woe  in  our  country,  awake,  let  us  ri.se; 
'T  is  the  wail  of  the  drunkard  ;  Oh  !   list  to  his  cries  ; 
'T  is  the  i)lea  of  his  children,  in  pity  take  hee^l, 
'Tis  the  anguish  of  hearts  that  for  him  ever  bleecj. 


Cho. —    Coming,  coming,  we  hear  the  loud  cry, 

Coming,  coming,  the  victory  is  nigh. 
^^  ^ 

2  We  will  rally  in  concert,  against  this  grim  foe. 

His  great  pow'r  to  defeat,  and  his  kingdom  o'erthrow; 
We  will  rescue  from  death  and  from  ruin  his  slaves,. 
From  this  deadliest  foe,  which  all  nature  depraves. 

3  We  are  joined  hand  in  hand,  so  now  let  us  haste  ; 
For  the  hours  they  are  fleeing,  no  time  let  us  waste  ; 
See,  our  victory  is  sure,  for  our  cause  it  is  just. 
And  we  take  in  the  conflict  our  God  as  our  trust. 

4  Come,  and  when  the  last  chain  of   the  drunkard  is 

riven  ; 
We   will  send   up   in   shouts,   our   thanksgiving   to 

heaven  ; 
And  his  heart  in  rejoicing  with  ours  shall  ascend. 
While  so  sweetly  his  voice   with  our  anthems  shall 

blend. 

MB8.    MARY   L.   NATE. 

Set  to  music  by  ds.  b.  l.  Leonard. 


SHALL    RUM    OR    RIGHTEOUSNESS    RULE? 


AN   APPEAL  OF  COL.    GEO.   W.    B.UN. 

1  From  the  shore  of  the  mighty  Atlantic 
To  the  strand  of  the  "  Golden  Gate  ;  " 
From  the  peak  of  our  northernmost  mountain. 
To  the  coast  of  the  old  Gulf  State, 
There's  a  burden  that  weighs  on  the  nation. 
There's  a  duty  all  must  meet ; 

And  who  dare,  'neath  the  eye  of  Jehovah, 
Stand  aside  with  unwilling  feet ! 

Chokus. 

Born  of  earth's  bitterest  anguish, 

Natured  in  misery's  school, 

Was  the  question  each  soul  must  now  answer : 

"  Shall  rum  or  righteousness  rule." 

2  Oh  !  the  sorrow  that  like  a  fierce  tempest. 
Spreads  destruction  o'er  homes  so  fair, 
How  the  Hood-tide  of  anguish  is  rolling 
O'er  the  earth  with  its  black  despair  1 

How  the  hearts  of  the  mothers  are  breaking 
As  the  cliildren  plead  for  bread  ! 
While  the  tiend  o'er  his  victim  is  gloating. 
For  the  law  with  his  crime  is  red. 

3  Then  away  with  a  law  so  degrading 
As  to  license  a  man  to  sin  ! 

If  we  stand  for  the  right  on  this  question. 

We  shall  surely  the  victory  win. 

But  the  "  choose  ye  this  day  "  has  been  spoken 

To  each  heart  in  all  the  land  ; 

And  Gods  "Whom  will  ye  serve  ?  "  must  be  answered, 

For  the  battle  is  now  at  hand. 

MI.SS.  M    E.  8ERV0S8.     1883. 
Set  to  music  by  E.  8.  lorenz.  and  ijublishid  in  sheet 
puisjc  form  by  w.  j,  shuby,  Dayton,  Ohio.    By  per. 


TEMPERANCE.     ANNUAL  MEETINGS. 


47  y 


HOME  PROTECTION  IS  THE  WATCHWORD.* 


Words  and  Music  by  Mra.  G.  C.  S.     1879. 


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WOMAff  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


OH  I   HASTE   THE    DAY. 

Tune  —  •'  Hnppy  Day," 

1  Oh  I  haste  the  day,  tlie  happy  <lay, 

When  teinperaiice  o'er  our  hind  shall  sway 
A  sceptre  hright,  whose  jihaniini;  light 

Shall  chase  the  clouds  ot  gloom  away. 
When  men  no  more  shall  use  their  power 

And  wealth,  their  hreth'ren  to  enslave. 
Nor  women  weep  while  loved  ones  creep 

In  shame  and  sorrow  to  the  grave. 

2  Oh  1  haste  tlie  day  of  purest  ray, 

When  guilt  no  more  ^hall  seek  a  screen  ; 
When  honor  bright  shall  seek  the  light, 

And  no  dull  harrier  raise  between. 
O  sisters,  bring,  while  children  sing, 

Kind  words  to  cheer  the  struggling  brave, 
W'ho  would  unbind  the  chains  that  wind 

And  drag  them  'neath  the  surging  wave. 

3  Our  foes  are  great,  the  laws  of  state 

They  frame  their  jjathway  to  defend ; 
But  (iod  doth  choose  the  w»-ak  to  use, 

And  on  His  might  our  hopes  depeud. 
Toil  on,  ye  l)rave  1   the  land  to  save, 

Ye  earnest  workers  for  the  right. 
Oh  !  list  the  song  Hope  sings  so  long  : 

"The  morning  cometh  after  night." 

EMILY  r.    WILLIAMS. 

Appleton  City,  Ho.    June,  1882. 


glrs.  Sarab  gt.  ^irkcs-MooMit. 


Mrs.  Sarah  M.  Sykea-Woodin  was  bom  in  ClintoD,  Oneida  Co.,  K, 
T.,  June  10,  1822.  Sbe  camu  of  tht;  uld  ruritaii  stock,  the  tirst  one  of  her 
father's  family  eiuigratiug  to  this  new  world,  from  Loudon,  in  1630,  iu 
the  same  sLi|)  with  tlie  first  Givcruor  of  Mass.  (Gov.  Winthrop.)  She 
had  excellent  pious  tminin^,  and  lias  b^-eii  avery  active  Christian  worker 
•11  her  life  long.  Formally  yiais  she  has  been  deeply  interested  in  the 
Temperance  cause,  and  liit-s  written  numerous  rousing  songs  for  the  fur- 
therance of  the  work.  Her  fatlier's  people  were  Wel.^h.  and  she  inherited 
their  characteristic  of  firniiKss  in  whatever  is  considered  ri^lit.  obeying 
Gk>drathcr  iban  uian,  thus  rendering  her  eminently  fit  to  aid  in  carrying 
on  the  Tarious  reforms  of  the  present  day. 

THE   TRIUMPH    OF   TRUTH. 

"He  that  glorielh  let  him  glor)-  in  tlie  Lord," 
"If  God  be  for  us  who  can  be  against  us  T' 
Tune  -■  "  Curoiialion." 

1  What  means  this  great  rejoicing  throng. 

Upon  this  festal  day  ? 
Who  leads  their  ranks,  so  bright  and  strong  ? 

What  impul.se  doth  them  sway .'' 
It  is  God's  army  for  the  right, 

Who  love  and  Ilim  obey. 

2  It  means  the  world  is  moving  on. 

To  check  inlemi)eranc(!     tide  ; 
Determined  victory  shall  be  won, 

And  virtue  here  abide. 
Uphold  they  thus  the  cause  of  right. 

Who  love  and  Him  obey. 


3  Work  on  !  with  courage  and  with  song, 

Im|)r(jve  thy  talent,  each  hour, 
"In  God  we  trust,"  to  Him  belong 

The  glory  and  the  power. 
Thus  shall  we  prove  'tis  our  delight 

To  love  and  Him  obey. 

Mlts.  8.  M.  WOODIN.  of  Detroit  W.  C.  T.  TJ. 
Sung  at  the  State  CouTeotion  of  Michigan  W.  C.  T.  U.,  held  in  De- 
troit, April  8,  187a. 


THE   TEMPERANCE   WAVE. 

Tune— 'To  tht  W'orJt."— Gospel  Hymns,  No.  8. 

1  Yes,  a  wave,  another  wave 

Is  now  bearing  us  on 
To  the  shore  of  the  right, 

To  the  land  to  be  won. 
We  will  work,  we  will  pray, 

We  will  sing  as  we  go. 
Till  we  rouse  all  the  nation, 

And  conquer  our  foe. 
CiiORCS — Roll  it  on,  roll  it  on,  roll  it  on,  roll  it  on. 

Let  us  hope  and  trust,  let  us  watch  and  pray, 
And  labor  till  the  blaster  comes. 

2  Yes,  a  wave,  another  wave 

Strik(!s  us  down  as  we  stand 
Idly  waiting  for  work, 

When  there's  work  on  every  hand. 
W^e  are  down  in  the  valley, 

The  trough  of  the  sea 
Of  Intemp'rance,  but  we  rally, 

W^e  "pledge,"  we  will  be  free. 

3  Roll  it  on,  roll  it  on. 

Blow  the  breeze  of  public  mind. 
Roll  it  higher  and  higher 

Till  a  furious  gale  we  find. 
Roars  the  wave  to  the  shore 

Where  the  bark  Intemp'rance  lies. 
And  founders  it  forever, 

Safe  hid  from  weary  eyes. 

MRS.  CLARA   SMFTH. 

SOON    THE    CAUSE    OF   RIGHT   WILL 
TRIUMPH. 

Tune— "Ou(  o/  Darknat  into  Light,"  by  Sankey,  Gospel  Hymns  Ko.  3. 
Or  "Mnnvrim  of  Earth,"  Gospel  Hymns  No.  3,  page  76. 

1  Soon  the  cause  of  right  will  triumph, 

And  we'll  hurl  the  tempter  down ; 
Alcohol,  the  king  of  ruin, 

Soon  will  lose  his  gilded  crown. 
CllOUUS — Blessed  Spirit,  loving  Spirit ! 

Thou  hast  said.  Go,  work,  to-day  ! 
Work  and  prayer  soon,  soon  will  conquer. 
Thou  dost  bid  us  work  and  pray. 

2  Soon  for  prohibition  laws 

Our  nation  s  voice  will  plead  ; 
All  our  scorners  put  to  flight ! 
Soon  the  right  shall  people  lead. 


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3  Soon  sliall  wo,  the  tomperanoo  people, 

lie  upon  tlie  wirmiiifi  side  ; 
In  ii  ;,'0()<1  time  siirelv  eorninj,'. 
Soon  for  us  will  turn  tlie  title. 

4  Soon  the  litpior  tratlie  will  he 

A  liscliliood  unknown  ; 
Our  many  prayers  Ih;  answered, 

Soon  will  .spring  up  seed  we've  sown. 

KI.LA    M.   Till  KHDCLU 

HorndlarUle.  N.  Y.,  Fvb.,  1881 

DEVOTION    TO    TEMPERANCE    WORK. 


1  To  Temperance  we  will  rai.se  our  song, 
And  for  its  honored  work  will  throng; 
Marshall  our  iiosts  and  take  tlie  Held, 
And  never,  never,  never  yield. 

2  We'll  trust  in  (lod.  and  faithful  work; 
Leave  doul)tful  tiioughts  for  lliose  who  shirk ; 
With    hearts  of  love  will  seek  the  lost, 
Ruined  hy  drink  and  tempest-tossed. 

3  Ciod's  hlessings  we  most  humhly  crave; 
Hell)  us  hy  Thy  great  power  to  save! 
May  curse  of  drink  not  claim  our  hands, 
Freed  he  our  sous  from  galling  hands  ! 

MRK.    L.   D.  W     FKRRia. 
DtJmar.  luwa.    1883. 

FIGHT   FOR    PROHIBITION. 

Tune— "Rini;  tlu  BtlU  of  Hrnm."  (B  flal). 

1  Fiirht  for  Prohihition,  gird  our  armor  on, 

X'ali-.intly  we'll  mareli  ai;ainst  tiie  foe  ; 
We  will  wielil  the  .scepter  till  the  hattle's  won, 
Till  we  stay  the  stream  of  hlood  and  woe. 
CllOKUS  — Cilory,  glory,  let  the  people  sing, 

Glory,  glory,  make  the  welkin  ring; 
'Tis  for  I'rohihitiou  we  will  take  our  stand. 
Till  we  drive  intemp'rancc  from  the  land. 

2  Work  for  Prohihition — now  the  fatlicr  calls. 

Calling  for  the  safety  of  his  ehilil; 
Oh  I   he  loves  him  dearly,  cannot  see  him  fall 
By  iatemp'rauce,  and  by  sin  defiled. 

MKS.  J.  K.  ooaacBT. 

OUR   •W.   C.   T.    U.    WORKING   SONG. 

1  How  our  hattle-word  inspires  our  souls,  as  to  the  fight 

we  go, — 
For    our   Go<l    hath    promised    victory,   and   giveth 

strength,  we  know  ; 
In    His    glorious  armor  panoplied  we'll  meet  "each 

wily  foe." 

.Vs  we  go  marching  on. 

2  'Tis  the  Oo<l  of  truth  ami  righteousness  we  love  and 

trust  and  serve  ; 
With  His  holy  name  our  watchword,  we  will  from  no 
danger  swerve, 


For  it   cheers   the   fainting   s[)irit   and   it  steels   tbo 
tpiivering  nerve. 

As  we  go  marching  on. 

3  Lo  !  a  heauteous  land  extended  wide  its  broad  arms  to 

the  seas  ! 
Lo!  a  starry  banner  floating,  fanned  by  every  fresh, 

wild  hree/e  I 
List!  a  grand  old  song  of  fit  edom,  echoing  over  hills 

and  leas. 

As  we  go  marching  on. 

4  Here  is  frectlom  for  the  gotid  and  brare,  the  noble 

antl  the  true, 
For  the  willing  earnest  worker  who  will  bravely  dare 

ami  do; 
But  no  license  here  for  evil,  with  its  train  of  want 

and  woe. 

For  cockI  we're  marchiu''  on. 

5  On  this  warfare  we  have  entered,  and  with  Gotl  at 
t)ur  right  hand 

We  will  dauntlessly  press  forward,  antl  in  battle  firmly 

stand  ! 
So  ring  out  our  cry  of  cheer —  "  For  (iotl  ami  Home 

and  Native  Lantl," 

We're  holdJy  in.irfhing  on. 

MtTA    K     U.    TIIUH.KK.      1183. 


HOME    PROTECTION    HYMN. 

COMPOSED    KOK  TICK    WO.MAX's   MKKTIXti    AT  T  UK   STATE 
HOUSE,   SPRINOFIEI.n,    II.I..,    J  AS.    10,    ItiSl. 

Tuae -"SeoU  Wa  Ba." 

1  Rally  at  the  clarion  call  ; 
Praise  ye.  fathers,  niotlnrs.  .ill  ; 
Fight  till  every  foe  shall  fall  ; 

Set  your  lovetl  ones  free  I 

2  .Toil!  the  •'  Home  Proteelion  Itand," 
Horn  tt)  save  your  Native  Lami : 
Work  with  will,  antl  heart,  antl  hand, 

Till  your  homes  are  free. 

3  Help  the  Healing  Waters  How, 
Hro.iil'ning.  hriglit'ning  as  they  go  ; 
Wash  tln^  fallen  whitf  as  snow, 

From  their  bondage  fret- 1 

4  Mothers — sisters — hi-arts  iliat  bleed. 
In  yon  ilire  ami  hitter  neeil. 

Yon  must  pray,  and  vote,  and  plead. 
Would  you  e'er  be  free. 

5  "Who'tl  1k'  free  must  strike  the  blow  I  " 
Mighty  wt>rils  of  long  ago  ; 

Pealing  still,  as  on  tliey  go, 
Kntdls  tt)  Tyr.inny  I 

6  This  tlie  d.iy.  antl  lliis  yonr  hour — 
Fearful  are  the  wi>es  that  lower; 
"Strike  with  might,  with  every  power. 

Thus  Gotl  makes  us  free  !  " 

iUU.    M.    B.    WOIMB.   Rlpnn.  Wit. 


482 


WOMATi  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


PROHIBITION. 

1  Wako  tlio  song  of  J'rohibition, 

Swill  the  cliorns  loud  and  long; 
Of  the  iuitlit-nis  of  the  nation, 

N(!Vt  was  licard  a  nobler  song ; 
It  will  lift  a  veil  of  sorrow,  \ 

Many  a  hearth-fire  make  more  bright, 
It  will  banish  <riant  evil, 

It  will  aid  the  truth  and  right. 

2  All  luinianity  that  suffers. 

Krom  humanity  may  claim 
Helping  hand  when  reaching  upward 

'lo  a  better  life  again. 
As  we  strive  to  raise  the  fallen. 

May  we  not  do  something  more, 
In  removing  the  temjjtation 

And  the  tempter  from  the  door  ? 

3  Shall  we  boast  our  Schools  of  Science, 

IJlcnded  with  ennobling  art, — 
Shall  we  boast  our  land  of  Freedom, 

Dear  to  every  j)atriot  heart. 
While  we  harbor  in  our  borders, 

Schools  which  train  our  youth  in  vice, 
Schools  pi-otected  by  the  people, 

Chartered,  licensed  for  a  price  ? 

4  Raise  the  flag  of  Prohibition, 

Rear  the  unfurled  banner  bright. 
Over  all  our  favored  nation, 

Bear  it  on  to  victory. 
Ours  will  be  a  truer  i)eople. 

Worthier  of  their  birtliright,  when 
To  prohibit  tliis  vile  trallic. 

Stand  enrolled  our  noblest  men. 

MRS.    LUCV    U.    WASHINGTON.     1876. 

From  a  poem  eotitled  "I^hibitiou,"  in  "Echoes  of  Song,"  by  per. 

WATCH    AND   PRAY. 

1  Christians,  seek  not  yet  repose  ; 

Cast  thy  dreams  of  ease  away  ; 
Thou  art  in  the  midst  of  foes  ; 
Watch  and  pray. 

2  Gird  thy  heavenly  armor  on ; 

Wear  it  ever  night  and  day  ; 
Ambushed  lies  the  evil  one  ; 
Watch  and  pray. 

3  Hear  the  victors  who  o'ercame ; 

Stdl  they  mark  each  warrior's  way ; 
All  witli  one  sweet  voice  exclaim  : 
"Watch  and  pray." 

4  Hear,  above  all,  hear  thy  Lord, 

Ilim  thou  lovest  to  obey  : 
Hide  within  thy  heart  His  word — 
WaU'h  and  pray. 

5  Watch  as  if  on  that  alone 

Hung  the  issue  of  the  day; 
Pray  that  lielp  may  be  sent  down  ; 
Watch  and  pray. 

FR&MCE.S  BIDLEY   HAVKBOAU 


HELP. 

1  Help  for  the  perilled  millions 

Tossing  in  dire  dismay. 
Out  on  the  raging  billows, 

Yawning  for  the  prey. 
Man  ye  the  life-boats  quickly. 

With  the  resolute  and  the  strong, 
And  send  o"cr  the  angry  surges 
A  shout  to  the  struggling  throng. 
Chorus — Swiftly  speed.  Oil!   swiftly 

Out  from  tlie  safe,  warm  shore, 
For  some  in  the  seething  waters 
Are  sinking  to  rise  no  more. 

2  Carry  them  food  and  raiment. 

Seek  them  with  loving  care. 
Cheer  them  with  songs  of  gladness, 

Strengthen  them  with  prayer. 
Work  with  a  will  together, 

Breasting  the  mighty  tide. 
Nor  stop  for  the  weak  dissension, 

Turning  your  strength  aside. 

3  Ye  who  may  sit  untroubled 

In  beautiful  homes  of  ease. 
Come  out  from  your  idle  dreaming 

And  look  on  the  boiling  seas. 
And  hasten,  cjuick  to  the  rescue. 

Signal  or  token  send. 
That  you  watch  in  the  love  of  Jesus, 

For  the  life  of  the  drowning  men. 

4  From  the  battlements  of  that  city. 

The  home  of  the  glorious  King, 
With  the  ransomed  host — He  watches 

To  see  if  the  lost  ye  bring. 
And  listen  !   through  all  the  jjeril. 

And  noi.se  of  the  storm,  to  hear 
Tlie  lift  of  their  glad  ho.sannas. 

For  the  help  of  the  toilers  here. 

MSB.   EMILY  J.   BUOBEK. 
In  "Union  Sienul,"  August,  188t 


A   NEW   AMERICA. 

1  Our  country,  now  from  thee 
Claim  we  our  liberty 

In  Freedom's  name. 
Daughters  of  ]iatriot  sires, 
Guarding  home's  altar  fires, 
Y'our  zeal  our  own  inspires, 

Justice  to  claim. 

2  Women,  in  every  age, 
For  this  great  heritage 

Tribute  liave  paid. 
Our  birthright  claim  we  now, 
Longer  refuse  to  bow  ; 
On  freedom's  altar  now 

Our  hand  is  laid. 


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3  Our  garnered  sheaves  we  yield, 
(lliMiifd  fmui  eaeli  <;l()iioiis  litld 

Wdiucii  have  wroiiijlit  ; 
Tr.utli's  standard  raising  liigh} 
Koaily  to  ilo  or  die. 
Enriching  life  for  aye 

With  deed  and  tlionglit. 

4  Grateful  for  freedom  won, 
Till-  noble  work  begun, 

Our  sons,  by  tliee, 
Kndt<l  shall  never  be, 
Until  from  sea  to  sea, 
Cli()ru-<id  the  song  shall  l>e, 

Women  are  free. 

5  Sons,  will  ye  longer  see 
Mothers  ou  bended  knee 

For  justice  pray  ? 
Rise  now,  in  manhood's  might, 
With  earth's  great  souls  unite, 
To  sjM'e<l  the  dawning  light 

Of   Freedom's  day. 

LLIZAUETU   BUVNTUN   UARBERT. 


Each  man  with  right  imhuo, 
Kai-h  woman's  soul  endue, 
Kaeh  child  receive  anew, 
Uod  of  our  prayer  ! 

We  lift  to  Thee  the  cause 
Of  honest  uicn  and  laws  ! 

Lord,  guide  our  ways! 
Deliver  us  from  wiles. 
From  tyranny  and  s[)oil9 
Corruption  that  assails, 

Aud  Tliine  the  praise. 

The  land  and  homes  we'd  save, 
Their  deep  foundations  lave 

In  tides  of  wrong. 
Each  heart,  antl  voice,  and  lirain, 
From  coward  sloth  regain  I 
Thy  servant's  cause  sustain  ! 

Lord,  bear  our  song ! 


MiiH.  (1.  w.  cHAMnrnji, 
KIrkwtKxI.  Mu.     Aug  IthH/ 


1881 


MYRIAD    VOICES. 


TODAY'S   BUGLE   CALL. 


WniTTEN'    FOn   THE    FIKST    ANNl'AI.    MKKTtXO    OF   THR 

WOM.V.V   SIFKIIAUK   ASSOCIATION    OF   M ASSACUUBETfS. 

Tune—"  ffoW  (»<•  Fnrt' 

1  Hark!   the  sound  of  myriad  voices 

Hising  in  their  might ; 
'T  is  the  daughters  of  Colund)ia 
Pleading  for  the  right. 
CuORL'S — Raise  the  flag  and  plant  the  standard, 
Wave  the  signal  still ; 
Brothers,  we  must  share  your  freedom, 
Help  us.  and  we  will. 

2  Think  it  not  an  idle  mnrnuir. 

You  who  hear  the  cry  ; 
'T  is  a  plea  for  human  freedom. 
Hallowed  liberty ! 

3  O  our  country  I  glorious  nation. 

Greatest  of  them  all  ; 
Give  unto  thy  daughters  justice. 
Or  thy  pride  will  fall. 

4  Great  re|Md)licI  to  thy  watchword 

Would'st  thou  faithful  be  ; 
All  InMieath  thy  starry  banner 
Are  alike  to  thee. 

HARRirr  U.   BOBINSOR. 


NEW    AMERICA. 


1  Our  country  I  'tis  for  thee 
I>and  pledged  to  liln-rty, 
We  do  and  dare  ; 


TuDC— "  Homi,  Svtrt  Humr.~ 

1  There's  a  wail  in  the  air  from  highland  to  sea. 
And  it  toucheth  the  hearts  of  bra\e  men  and  free; 
For  (lod's  banner  of  love  is  now  trailing  low; 
His  hosts  are  unmarshalled,  unconrpn-red  the  foe. 

2  Our  country  has  gathered  from  near  and  from  far 
lis  thousands,  won  hither  to  Liberty's  stjir, 
Who  still  must  die  slaves  to  the  lu>ts  that  attend 
Uidess  told  of  Jesus,  the  wanderer's  friend. 

3  Our  cities,  that  sparkle  like  gems  on  the  lea. 

Are  growing  in  strength  like  the  waves  of  ih*-  sea; 
Anil  now  they  are  reeking  with  guilt  and  with  sin. 
While  Jesus,  in  [)ity,  asks  room  to  come  in. 

4  Our  homes,  with  their  traces  of   F^den's  pure  joy, 
Have  trial  and  pain,  that  with  shadows  alloy; 
For  somi^  from  the  roof-tree  have  wandered  away 
In  sin,  and  temptation,  to  evil  a  prey. 

5  Where  sunlight  first  glimmers  on  far  eastern  crest, 
Where  suidight  last  lini^ers  on  sIojh-s  of  the  west. 
From  north-land  to  south-land  the  echo  lia-  come 
We're  dying;  —  Oh  !  tell  us  of  Jesus  and  hmie  I 

6  Wake,  brother,  wake,  sister.  Oh  !  do  not  delay  ! 
Arise!   Christian,  the  Master  calls  thee  liwlav 

To  work  ill  His  vineyard,  with  heart  and  with  hand 
That  Christ,  the  Redeemer,  may  rule  oi.r  fair  hind! 

LTM*   M.    DCNHAM       IBM 
la  ••  Waichwurd." 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


CRUSADE  SONOS. 


THE   WHIRLWIND    OF   THE    LORD. 

1  WhoM  on  tlu'  broad  Chaldcuii  plain 

IJy  Clifliur's  wattTs  clear, 
The  lieavt'Ms  broke,  and  through  the  rift 
Came  visions  to  the  seer, 

2  Tlie  whirlwind  of  the  Lord  was  there 

P^iiwrajjping  sliects  of  Haine  ; 
And  from  the  cloud  of  amber  fire, 
Tile  living  creature  came. 

3  E'en  now  to  Israel's  patient  host 

The  storm  of  fire  appears  ; 
The  whirlwind  of  the  Lord  alight, 
Sweeps  back  the  woe  of  years. 

4  While  deep  witiiin  the  fiery  breast 

As  to  Ezekied's  eyes. 
Fleet  footed,  winged,  and  faced  four  square. 
The  living  creature  lies. 

MARY  B.  WILLARD.     1873. 

SWELL    THE    BATTLE-CRY. 

1  The  Christian  army  stands  arrayed 

For  duty  on  tlie  battle-lield. 
Firm,  brave,  and  ever  undismayed, 
/  Gone  forth  to  conquer,  not  to  yield  ; 

And  Christ,  their  Captain,  leads  them  on 

The  enemy  to  overthrow, 
Througli  Him  the  battle  shall  be  won, 
And  right  shall  rule  instead  of  woe. 
Clio. — Then  swell  the  glorious  battle-cry 

Till  heaven's  blue  vaults  with  echoes  ring. 
The  foe  we  fight  shall  surely  die, 
Vile  alcohol  shall  not  be  king. 

2  For  want  and  ruin  through  our  laud 

The  enemy  hath  scattered  wide. 
And  crime  and  death  go  hand  in  hand, 

To  seek  the  homes  they  may  divide ; 
While  young  and  old  on  abject  knee. 

Bow  down  before  this  king  of  woe  ; 
But  God  who  gives  the  victory 

Will  bring  the  cruel  tyrant  low. 

3  We'll  scale  the  battlements  of  sin 

And  force  the  monster  from  his  throne. 
And  peace  and  joy  shall  enter  in 

Where  only  sorrow  hath  been  known. 
And  weary  hearts  shall  find  a  rest 

And  sad- faced  children  learn  to  smile, 
Their  homes  with  innocence  be  blest. 

Where  now  dwells  alcohol  the  vile. 

MISS.    M.    K.    SEUVOSS.      1881. 

Set  to  music  by  oko.  c.  iiiao  iu  "Clear  Notes." 

BATTLE-HYMN    OF  THE   CRUSADE. 

WniTTKN    Foil  THE   LADIES   OF  CINCINXATI,  AS  TIIET  WERE 
AnofT  TO    UNDEHTAKE  THE  CRUSADE  IN  TUAT  CITY. 

1   On  the  plains  for  bloodless  battle,  they  are  gathering 
true  and  strong. 
All  the  hero-hearted  women,  who  have  wept  in  silence 
long ; 


At  the  terrible  oncoming  of  this  raven-winged  wrong, 
Now  God  is  leading  on. 
Chorus — Glory,  glory  hallelujah,  &c. 

2  They  have  rallied  forth   to  conquer,  and  will  never 

beat  retntat. 
While  the  banner  of  the  rum-fiend  is  flaunted  on  the 

street. 
And  his  hellish  suares  are  waiting  for  the  all  unwary 

feet, 

For  God  will  lead  them  on  ; 

3  They  will  pierce  the  bending  heavens,  with  united 

prayers  and  cries. 

Till  the  strongholds  shall  be  shaken,  and  the  foe  de- 
feated lies. 

Who  has  slain   his  many   thousands,   of  the   strong 
ones  and  the  wise. 

For  God  will  lead  them  on. 

4  They  have  looked  to  law's  enforcement,  for  the  help 

that  never  caiiic, 

Now  God  hath  surely  kindled   in   their  hearts  undy- 
ing flame. 

And  relying  on  His  Spirit,  they  shall  conquer  iu  His 
name. 

For  He  is  leading  on. 

5  For  the  future  of  their  dear  ones,  for  their  country's 

power  and  pride. 

Onward  moved  by  bitter  memories  of  the  past,  whose 
pains  abide. 

They  are  working,  weeping,  praying,  in  their  weak- 
ness side  bj'  side, 

For  God  is  leading  on. 

6  Be  still,  O  tongue  of   caviller,  be  strong,  O   heart 

of  fear. 
See  you  not  the  cloudy  pillar,  that  is  ever  hovering 

near  ? 
Know  you  not  an  ear  is  open,  that  will  not  refuse  to 

hear  ? 

For  God  is  leading  on. 

7  Oh  !  the  beauty  and  the  blessing,  when  the  curse  is 

swept  away. 

That  has    turned  to  midnight  darkness  so  many  a 
golden  day. 

And  is  throwing  weary   shadows  over   many   a  life- 
long way, 

For  Christ  is  coming  near. 

8  All  the  desert  and  the  wilderness  shall  blossom   with 

the  flowers 
Of  industry  and  plenty,  in  this  blessed  land  of  ours. 
And  the  grace  of  God  unstinted  shall  come  down    in 

gentle  siiowers 

For  Heaven  will  be  l)egun. 

MRS.    EMILY  J.   BUQBEE. 
GleDdale,  Ohio.    1873. 


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THE    BLESSED    YEAR 

1  O  year  of  nij;lit  and  tini|Hst, 

Of  (lark  and  tiouliltd  st-a  ; 
0  Vfar  of   many  tiiuniplis, 

Wt'  praise  our  CJod  lor  thoe  ! 
Our  '*  ti  inperancc  sliip  "  went  lauuching, 

Frauijlit  witli  foiflKxlinj;  fear, 
To  find  viod's  rirli  fruition 

Of  blessing,  hope  and  cheer. 

2  Oh  I  our  wliite  sail  with  a  shiver 

StreauuMl  out  o'er  seas  so  dread, 
>\  iiile  the  li>,'htninjj  i;lared  and  ipiivcred 

From  \varrin<;  clouds  o'erluad  ; 
Our  slenikr  mast  bent  trend)lini:. 

Our  bark  looked  small  and  frail, 
IJut  the  "shadowy  hands"  pulled  stciidily, 

And  onward  sptil  the  sail. 
S  Our  foes  looked  out  with  scorning, 

Our  friends  ai,'hast  with  fears, 
But  (Jod's  iiaiul  sent  u  harvest 

Of  seed  long  sown  in  tears. 
Why  did  we  dreud  the  tempest, 

Since  lie  rules  on  the  di'cp  ? 
At  whose  rebuke  the  awful  wind 

And  wave  is  lulled  to  sleep. 
4   Perplexed  toil  we  in  rowing, 

lie  ever  draweth  near, 
If  fainting  or  att'righted 

His  loving  voice  we  hear. 
Oh!  courage,  "ship  of  temperance!" 

Enough  it  is  to  know 
That  Ilis  right  hand  is  on  the  lielm, 

Throu^jh  all  the  yales  tliat  blow. 

MIU.   MARTHA  WINTEKMCTK. 
Kowark,  Obio,  Juuo,  1885. 

HYMN  OF  PRAISE  AND  PRAYER. 

OK  TlIK    woman's   christian   TKMPKKAXCE    INION, 

1  (lod  of   Love,  of  Truth,  of  Justice,  for  the  wonders 

of  Thy  gract', 
(^ur  glad  hearts  we  lift  in  praises,  to  Thy  holy  dwell- 
ing i)lace  ; 
We  have  seen  Thy  great  salvation,  and  the  shining 
of  Thy  face, 

()n  our  loved  temperance  cause. 
Ciioiirs — (ilory,  glory,  hallelujah,  our  Go<l  is  march- 
ing on. 

2  In  Thy  name  we  lift  our  banner,  "  Prohibition  ever- 

more ;  " 

By  the   cross   of  Jesus  standing,  we   will   tight  this 
i»attle  o'er. 

Till  our  snow-white  Ha^  is  wavins  from  the  east  to 
western  sliore. 

O'er  a  land  from  mm  set  free. 
8  We'll  enforce  the  grand  Amendment ;  let  our  enemies 
find  Haws 

lu  our  noble  Constitution,  in  our  State's  most  right- 
eous laws ; 


They  will   stand  in  vindi»alion  of  our  just  and  lioh 
cause. 

The  truth  is  marching  on. 

4  Our  brave  brotlurs  for  the  I'liioii  won  a  glorious  vic- 

tory ; 
Now  they'll  help  us  with  the  ballot,  that  the  loved  flag 

of  the  free 
May  wave  o'er  a  sober  people,  from  the  river  to  ihq 

sea. 

Their  sotUs  are  marching  on. 

5  Now  the  crusade  fires  are  burning ;  there's  a  stir  al\ 

o'er  the  land ; 
An  awakened,   outraged   people,  purer,  jusster  laws 

demand  ; 
"  Home  protection,"  and   the  ballot  in  the  wife  and 

ujother's  hand. 

The  Nation  will  redeem. 

6  The  resistless  tide  sweeps  onward,  and  the  God  of 

battle  waits 
To  swing  baik  by  hands  of  Justice,  Love  and  Truth, 

the  golden  gates 
Of  a  glorious  deliverance  for  the  sisterlioo*!  of  States. 
'I'hv  f  11/ nor  trdjffc'n  tlooiittil! 

7  Thou  art  coming.  King  of  tJlory,  whose  great  right 

it  is  to  reign  ; 
For  a  blessing  Thou  wilt  help  us   use  our  fruits  and 

gohleii  yrain  ; 
Thou   wilt   heal   the  broken-hearted,  wipe  away  tho 

Nation's  stain  ; 

Thy  truth  is  marching  on. 

8  Let  the  Holy  Spirit's   fullness  on  Thy   waiting  chil- 

dren  fall ; 
May  a  love  for  Thee,  Our  Father,  so  inspire  the  souls 

■  of  all. 
That  with  burning  hearts  we'll  rally,  while  we  shout 
our  battle  call, 

"Go«l,  Home  and  Native  L.nnd  I  " 

MAKY  rtrrriirR  rcavkiu. 
At  the  end  of  the  3d,  4th,  6th.  7th  anil  8tb  titmi.  Kt  lu  tiuf  ibn 
lut  Uoe  tiwtotd  of  "Our  God  U  Manhing  On  ~ 


THE   GREAT   CONFLICT. 

In  vision,  tho  battle  appears  to  my  mind. 
The  shout  of  the  cajjtains  seems  borne  on  the  wind. 
Hell's  legions  are  mar>h°ling.  that  claim  to  maintain, 
To  kingdoms  of  earth  ami  their  glory,  how  vain  I 
The  Victor  of  Kdom.  behold  I      He  draws  nigh, 
A  name's  on  his  vesture,  a  name's  on  his  thigh. 
Aniuiid  liim  are  gath'ring  the  pillant  and  brave, 
Their  standard  is  Ilis  who  is  mi^htv  to  save. 

Hark: 
From  closet  and  hearthstone,  I  hoar  Knox's  cry, 
My  country,  O  (io<l,  or  Thy  servant  will  die. 
And  women.  like  I)elK)rah.  watch  till  at  length 
Each   may  8.iy,  "  O  my  soul,  thou  haal  trodden  down 
slreugtJi." 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


On  tlien,  yo  brave  liosts  of  tlie  Lord,  press  r\<i}\t  on. 

Tlu'S(>  fortos  of  I'vil.  o'erllirown,  hriiij^  llic  dawn 

Of  earth's  ;jIorious  inoriiin^i,  promiscMl  so  long 

In  jtrojihecv.  sjospcl,  in  story  and  song. 

The  givat  "Cloud  of  AVitnessus"  they  wait  all  around, 

To  make  the  grand  Arches  of  (ilory  resound 

AVitli  shouts  ;   Earth  with  Heaven  may   keep  her  glad 

tryst. 
Her  kingdoms  are  won  for  "Our  Lord  and  His  Christ." 

MIW  K.    M'u.  SLOAKE.     18S1 

OUR    BATTLE-CRY. 

1  For  Ood,  and  Homo  and  Native  Land! 
Did  hattle-rry  more  brave,  or  grand, 
E'er  move  the  heart,  or  nerve  the  hand, 

To  do  if  needs 
Heroic  deeds  ? 

2  For  God  I  four  hnn<lred  thousand  strong. 
His  arm  1  to  right  a  mighty  wrong, 
We're  marching  to  the  Advent  song, 

Sung  happy  morn 
Wlien  Christ  was  born. 

3  For  God  I   for  Him  whose  name  is  Love, 
Our  God  !  who  watches  from  above, 
Descend  on  us,  thou  Heavenly  Dove, 

Enter  eacli  heart, 
Set  us  apart, 

4  That  consecrated  soldiers,  we 
ISIay  long  with  loving  loyalty. 
To  haste  the  ])romised  victory, 

Of  good  o'er  ill. 
Doing  His  will. 

5  Oh  !  let  us  put  His  armor  on, 
The  girdle  and  the  breastplate  don. 
The  gospel  peace  our  feet  upon, 

His  panoply 
So  full  and  free. 

6  The  shield  that  wards  the  fiery  dart. 
The  helmet  that  makes  brave  the  heart. 
With  sword  to  act  the  gallant  part, 

And  with  all  prater 
Ourselves  prepare. 

7  For  home,  loved  home,  wo.  also  say, 
Dear  mother  guards,  watch  night  and  day, 
And  plead  each  j)romise,  as  ye  may. 

(Jod  covenant  keeps, 
II (!  never  sleeps. 

8  The  babe  that's  now  ujmn  thy  bre.-xst. 
Shall  rise  one  day  and  call  thee  l)lcssed. 
Sweet  promise,  to  God's  child  addressed, 

List  to  the  voice! 
Mother,  rejoice. 

9  As  plants,  grown  up  in  youth,  we'll  see, 
]\\  (inr  God-blessed  ministry. 
Our  sons,  from  \'\cr  and  lolly  free, 

Fill   U'icful  plact! 
With  maniv  sirace. 


10  Like  corner-stones,  of  beauty  rare, 
Fit  to  adorn  a  palace  fair. 

Make  daughters  given  to  our  care ; 
We're  taught  to  ask 
For  welklone  tusk. 

11  Yet  haunts  of  infamy  and  sin 
Are  peopled  by  those  once  within 

Some  home.     Brave  rescue  corps,  go  win 
All  little  ones, 
Daughters  and  sons, 

12  For  Him  who  said  "  Forbid  them  not. 
But  let  them  come  to  Me."  and  taught 
That  such  His  king<lom  was,  and  thought 

Children  to  bless 
With  sweet  caress. 

13  And  now  the  cry's  for  native  land  ; 
Dear  soldiers,  do  we  understand 
How  much  the  times  of  us  demand. 

The  patriot's  zeal. 
For  country's  weal  ? 

14  Our  "  Ship  of  State  "  's  a  drifting  barque, 
The  wind  is  high,  the  night  is  dark. 
False  lights  of  wreckers  lure,  and  hark! 

The  breakers  roar 
'Gainst  treacherous  shore. 

15  Our  Ship  of  State  !  our  Ship  of  State  ! 
Who  is  her  captain  ?  Who  her  mate  ? 
What  pilot's  trusted  with  her  fate  ? 

Is  no  chart  there  ? 
Her  compass,  where  ? 

16  Hear  women  mourn,  see  children- weep. 
Where  're  they,  who  watch  and  guard  should  keep 
About  the  ship  ?     Asleep  !  asleep  ! 

Oh  !  who  can  save 
From  ocean  grave  ? 

17  There's  One  the  elements  obey. 

He  with  a  word  proud  waves  can  stay ; 
Why  own  we  not  the  mighty  sway 

Of  King  of  kings. 

That  safety  brings  ? 

18  O  Deborah,  awake  I  awake! 

And  Esther,  with  thine  all  at  stake; 
Maybe  ye're  come  for  country's  sake. 

Free  from  her  crime 

For  such  a  time. 

19  Go  bid  this  land,  brave  prophetess. 
Break  oflf  her  sins,  by  righteousness, 
Anil  may  our  God  the  message  bless, 

And  by  thy  hand 
Save  native  land. 

20  And  i]ueen,  so  beautiful  and  brave. 
Coming,  resolved  to  die  or  save. 
To  such,  tile  king  her  piople  gave. 

(iracious  as  he 
Thy  King  shall  be. 

MRS     K.   M'o.   8LOAVa, 
Oakdale.  UU    188S. 


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THE   SWORD    OF   THE    LORD   AND   OF 
GIDEON. 

INSCRIBED   TO   THE   W.    C.    T.   U. 

1   Soldinrs,  in  this  earnest  battle, 

Buckle  on  your  armor  l)rij;lit, 
I'niycr  and  work  nnist  go  to-jether, 

If  we  van(|uibli  in  tlir  (ij,'iit. 
Paul  nnisi  plant,  Apollis  water, 

'I'licy  tiieir  labors  must  not  cease, 
Tiu'u  to  prayer  and  t'aiili  awailinj?, 

God,  Himself,  gives  tlie  increase. 

.  2  Gideon's  sword  must  flash  and  jjlitter, 

Gideon's  arm  must  hravi-  the  foe; 
Then  tin;  Lord  tlirou^di  <rra<'e  will  strengthen, 

Hy  our  work  our  faitli  we  show. 
And"  tlionj^h  often  faint  anil  weary, 

Droopiiiji  from  the  dust  and  f;laro, 
Wf  sliould  never  llajf  nor  falter. 

Till  the  victor's  crown  we  wear. 

3  Forward,  then,  tlie  temperance  rally, 

Alcohol,  in  ad  his  iniiiht. 
On  ten  thousand  fields  is  tenting 

Iveady  to  contest  the  fi;rht. 
FliniT  aiiroad  our  snow-white  banner, 

Let  its  folds  be  seen  afar, 
Gleaminji,  where  the  foe  is  thickest, 

Like  the  white  plume  of  Navarre. 

MSa.    E.   I>.   IIUNDI.KT. 
Orconiboro,  N.  C.  1881. 

CRUSADE    RALLYING    SONG. 

1  We  are  marshalling  the  forces 

Of  an  army  tru(>  and  strong; 
We  are  i^oing  forth  to  battle 

'Gainst  a  llydra-heailed  Wrong; 
We  are  niarchin<i  to  the  nuisic 

Of  the  "  Coronation  "  song, 
And  by  this  sign  we'll  conquer 

Though  the  fight  be  fierce  and  long! 

2  Where  the  bugle  calls  to  battle 

\\\-  shall  go  with  fearless  feet, 
Thouirh  the  proud  may  deem  this  service 

Ht)th  for  them  and  us  unmeet: 
Keeping  step  to  Right  and  Duty, 

We  shall  find  the  pathway  sweet ; 
And  from  thence  ne'er  has  our  Leader 

Called  a  halt  or  a  retreat. 

3  From  the  Rum  Fiend's  poisoned  arrows— 

From  his  fiery,  fatal  quest. 
We  are  pledged  to  guard  each  other 

And  all  those  we  love  the  best : — 
And  the  battle  cry  is,  '•  Forward  ! 

No  falttM-ing  and  no  rest 
Till  R\un's  flaunting,  mocking  ensign 

'Neath  our  conquering  feet  is  presssd  I  " 


4  Willi  hearts  all  aglow  with  pity 

For  tile  tempted  ones  who  fall, 
And  with  arms  oiitstritehed  to  rescue 

Wounded  friend,  or  foe.  or  all, — 
We  are  pledged  to  do  our  utmost 

To  break  down  this  tyrant's  ihrall! 
Ne'er,  "  Am  I  my  brother's  kee^)er  ':*  " 

Be  our  answer  to  God's  call ! 

5  See,  bright  from  many  a  hill-top, 

IIow  new  caiiii>-fires  flash  and  glow! 
Hear  from  tented  fields  and  valleys 

New  songs  of  victory  go! 
Shout  answers  shout,  till  a  chorus 

Hri'aks  in  impetuous  flow  :  — 
"All  liail  !  "  "What  cheer  1  "  "Lol  the  morning 

Siiail  dawn  on  a  vaii(pii>hed  foe!" 
"The  Fast  lakes  its  lint  from  the  glory 

That  the   coining  <lay  shall  know!" 

MUM.   MAKV  k.   LCAVITT.      1873. 


HOW    LONG? 


L.  M. 

1  Whin  musing  on  the  sin  and  woe 
That  from  intemperance  darkly  flow, 
As  some  broad  river  deep  and  strong. 
My  heart  exclaims,  O  Lord !  how  long  ? 

2  How  long  shall  this  dark  evil  reign  ? 
Oh!  when  shall  right  the  victory  gain? 
And  men  arise  from  slavery  free. 

In  manly,  C;o<l-like  liberty  ? 

3  Once  blood  was  poured  like  water  forth 
The  slave  to  free.     But  South  and  North 
Are  sunk  in  slavery  deeper  still  ; 

No  gift  the  Tyrant's  greed  can  fill. 

4  Oft  youth  and  innocence  are  given ; 
The  joys  of  earth,  the  hopi's  of  lieaven, 
The  |>eace  of  home,  the  love  of  wife. 
The  children's  bread,  the  father's  life. 

5  But  still  the  Tyrant  calls  for  more. 
Though  thousands  fallen  in  years  before 
ILive  aiven  a  wild,  despairing  cry. 

To  warn  the  young  it,*  snares  to  fly. 

6  Oh  !  ronse  ye,  men  !  and  trample  down 
The  monster ;  let  his  rayless  crown. 
This  iron  crown,  be  rent  in  twain  ; 
While  right  and  freedom  victory  gain. 

7  Arouse  !  arise  !  and  list  the  cry 

Of  widowed  hearts,  that  rends  the  sky ! 
Oh  !  check  the  stream,  roll  back  the  tide. 
Before  ten  thousands  more  have  died. 

K1IU.T  P.   WILLI AXB. 


488 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  HONG. 


GIRD    ON    THE    ARMOR. 

1  SUiiitl  fast  ill  tlu>  cause  of  our  Master  and  Lord, 
Let  tnitli  lie  our  breast-plate,  the  liilile  our  .sword; 
Gird  oil  the  wlioie  armor,  prepare  tor  tile  strife, 

A  coiitiiet  wilii  sin,  and  a  battle  for  life. 

2  The  (iospel  our  sandals,  and  faitli  for  our  shield, 
Salvation  our  helmet,  the  world  is  our  field; 
Our  foes  are  without  and  our  foes  are  within, 
Be  strong  for  the  Master,  the  coiujuest  to  win. 

3  Pray  earnest,  pray  fervent,  be  always  in  prayer, 
Tiie  siiaft  that  will  vaiKpiisii  the  tempter  is  there; 
Unheeded  and  harmless  the  arrows  will  fall. 

The  Saviour  has  promised  to  answer  our  call. 

FANNY  CBOSBT. 

Set  to  Music  by  A.  vam  AUiTVKB. 
By  per. 

IS    RUM    TO    BE    KING? 

1  Is  Rum  to  be  King  of  the  nation, 

O  sons  of  your  patriot  sires  ? 
Will  you  in  the  dust  tamely  grovel 

And  bend  to  a  Tyrant's  desires? 
Can  you  look  on  the  land  you  inherit. 

And  barter  sweet  liberty's  smile 
While  the  best  and  the  purest  is  trampled 

'Neath  the  foot  of  a  despot  so  vile  ? 
No,  no,  no,  no ! 
A  million  brave  voices  are  shouting. 

We'll  draw  our  bright  swords  wliile  we  may ; 
And  we'll  smite  while  the  great  (Jod  of  battles 

Will  stand  by  our  side  in  the  fray. 

2  Is  rum  to  be  King  of  the  nation 

That  flaunts  her  proud  flag  to  tlie  world  — 
Her  stars  and  her  stripes,  the  bright  emblems 

Tnat  liberty  long  hath  unfurled? 
Is  Rum  to  be  King  while  the  green  sward 

Is  red  with  tht;  blood  of  the  brave  ? 
When  yet  o'er  the  hills  ring  the  echoes 

That  the  shouts  of  their  victory  gave  ? 
No,  no,  no,  no  ! 
Sons  of  freedom.  Oh  !  shout  till  the  echoes 

Proclaim  to  the  world  evermore 
That  ne'er  shall  the  foot  of  a  Tyrant 

lie  planted  on  liberty's  shore. 
8  Is  Rum  to  be  King  of  the  nation. 

The  grandest  on  all  the  wide  earth  ? 
Wliose  sons  and  whose  daughters  were  cradled 

In  times  that  but  fostered  their  worth  ? 
Can  th(!se  rivet  chains  for  their  children, 

And  leave  but  a  record  of  shame  ? 
Can  the.se  to  their  graves  go  dishonored 

And  leave  so  ignoble  a  fame  ? 

No,  no,  no,  no  I 

A  million  brave  voicis  are  sliouting. 

We'll  draw  our  briglit  blades  wliile  we  may; 
An<l  we'll  .smile  while  the  i;rtat  (lod  of  battles 

Will  stand  by  our  side  in  the  fray. 

MATTIE   )■.  S.MITU.      1883. 


FORWARD.    MARCH. 

TO  THE  TEMPERANCE  WOliKEKS  OF  TUE  UNITED  STATES. 

(To  be  recited  or  sun;;  at  an  Annual  Meeting.) 

1  Join  hands ! 

The  mists  are  lifting; 

All  the  east  is  red. 
What  though  black  clouds  fiercely  shifting, 

Mutter  overhead  ; 
Storms  have  come,  and  storms  have  vanished, 

And  the  jjreen  earth  stands 
Trusting  till  her  ills  are  banished. 

Friends,  join  hands ! 

2  Close  ranks  !  • 
Across  the  valleys 

See  the  foemen  stand 
Massing  for  the  coming  rally, 

Ready  for  command. 
Ours  to  meet  and  check  their  scourging. 

Our  reward  the  thanks 
Of  the  souls  the  war  is  purging. 

Friends,  close  ranks ! 

3  Forward,  March  ! 
The  field  before  us, — 
Homes  we  love  at  hand; 

With  the  God  of  battles  o'er  us 

Tread  we  now  the  land. 
March  till  purity  shall  level 

Safe  highway  for  peace; 
March  'gainst  hellish  rout  and  revel ; 

Forward  !  for  release. 
March ! 

AURILLA  FURBER. 
Cottage  Grove.    Minu.    1881. 

DAUGHTERS   OF   COLUMBIA. 

C.  M. 

Tune  —  "  Dundee." 
"  Hear  my  TOice,  ye  cnreless  daughters."— Isa.  zxxii :  9^ 

1  Shall  desolation  always  rule 

Throughout  our  native  land? 
Is  there  no  human  power  to  save 
The  souls  by  drink  unmanned? 
Chorus — O  daughters  of  Columbia  I 
Arise  I  arise  to-day  I 
Arise  I  to  shield  our  own  loved  homes, 
And  watch,  and  strive,  and  pray ! 

2  Of  small  avail  are  pledge  and  badge, 

Against  the  temj)ter's  wile. 
For,  licensed  with  the  "  right  "  to  kill, 
'T  is  easy  to  beguile. 

3  How  .shall  we  save  our  little  ones, 

When  on  each  bu.sy  street 
The  st'rpt'iit  coils  in  many  a  den, 
And  finds  a  safe  retreat  ? 

UIXS.   M.   E.  SERTQSS. 

Set  to  music  by  jas    k.  MrRRAV     Nov    1879. 

From  "Tempcrauce  Light."    By  per. 


TEMPERANCE.     ANNUAL  AND  SOCIAL  MEETINOS.     CRUSADE  SONOS. 


4«'J 


THE    NATION'S    FOE. 

1  There's  an  enemy  at  hand, 

Shall  we  forward  march,  or  stand? 

While  there  is  within  our  land  a  deadly  foe  ; 
Foe  that  charj^es  on  the  soul. 
Lurking  in  the  npurkling  bowl, 

Luring  on  to  folly,  ruin,  crime,  and  woe. 
Cnoitus — On  !   on,  on,  the  foe  is  marching. 

Hearing  to  deatli  a  mighty  throng. 
Let  us  rally  at  the  call. 
Rally  bravely  one  and  all, 
God  is  leading  in  the  battle 
'Gainst  the  wrong. 

2  'T  is  a  foe  with  smiling  face, 
Who  with  winsome,  smiling  grace, 

Hinds  his  victim  first  with  frailest  silken  band  ; 
But  his  power  will  increa.se. 
He  will  banish  joy  and  peace, 

And  he  holds  witli  fatal  grasp  and  iron  hand. 

3  Kally  for  that  noble  son, 
Rally  for  tiie  precious  one, 

Upon  whom  the  light  and  joy  of  life  depends  ; 
Are  thy  treasures  all  secure  ? 
Hast  thou  nothing  to  endure. 

Rally,  then,  with  tender  heart,  for  neighbor,  friend. 

4  Rally  with  the  voice  of  love; 
Bt'ar  the  emblem  of  the  dove  ; 

Seeking  safety  from  the  deluge  of  despair. 
Rally,  with  your  banners  high, 
AVaving  in  the  azure  sky. 

And  the  eagle's  dauntless  pinion  graven  there. 

5  Wouldst  thou  clean  from  every  fold. 
Stain  of  blood  and  glare  of  gold. 

Placed  upon  it  by  the  nation's  direst  foe  ? 
Shun  his  glittering  ''reward;" 
Heed  th(!  mandate  of  the  Lord  ; 

Lest  thou  come  to  feel  the  bitter,  burning  "woe." 

6  Forward,  march,  without  del.ay. 
Or  the  fot!  may  win  the  day, 

He  is  raising  new  recruits  on  every  hand  ; 
Forward,  with  the  battle-t-ry  ; 
Those  we  love  may  surely  die. 

If  we  do  not  rout  the  foe  within  the  land. 

HKli.   U  U.   WASIUI.VIITO.N.     1877. 

UP    FOR   JESUS   STAND. 

1   Soldier.s  of  the  eternal  King, 

Speed  the  watchword  I  givt;  it  wing, 
Let  it  through  the  churches  riuii ! 

Up  for  Jesus  stand. 
Write  it  on  the  temple's  spire, 
Utter  it  with  tongues  of  lire, 
Sire  to  son  and  son  to  sire, 

Up  for  Jesus  stand, 
Sire  to  sou  and  son  to  sire, 

Up  for  Jesus,  Jesus  staml. 


Chorus — Up  for  Jesus  stand. 
Up  for  Jesus  stand. 
Speed  the  watchword!  give  it  wing, 
And  uj)  for  Jesus  stand. 

2  Label  it  on  every  door, 
riace  it  high  the  |)ulpit  o'er 
Let  it  stand  forevermore  ! 

Up  for  Jesus  stand. 
Blazon  it  in  mansion  halls, 
Pencil  it  on  pri.son  walls. 
Do  and  dare  as  duty  calls, 

Up  for  Jesus  stanch 
Do  and  dare  as  duty  calls  ! 

Up  for  Jesus,  Jesus  stand. 

MKa.   JOB.    r.    KNAPP. 

In  the  C&ntatA,  "  Prince  of  {'oaoe." 
Sat  to  mtuic  bj  mis.  k.napp.    Uaed  by  per. 


CRUSADE   SONG. 

motto:  JEHOVAU-NLSSI,   the   I.OKD   OLK   UANNE& 
Tune  —  '■  Rally  'round  thf  FUm." 

1  Let  us  rally  '  round  the  banner, 

Rally  once  again. 
Raising  our  united  voice  in  prayer ; 

For  we  have  a  precious  promise, 
That  it  shall  not  be  in  vain  ; 

Tlien  rally  with  earnest,  pleading  prayer. 

Chorus — Our  brothers  forever, 

Our  joy,  and  our  pride. 
Oh  I   that  they  may  never 

Be  borne  on  the  tide, 
To  the  fearful,  fatal  vortex. 

Where  multitudes  have  died  ; 
Rally  with  earnest,  pleading  prayer. 

2  We  have  turned  to  Legislation, 

But  she  gave  us  no  redress. 
No  covert  from  the  dark,  deluding  snare  ; 

Wo  enlisted  Moral  Suasion, 
She  effected  even  less, — 

Now  we  turn  to  God,  and  trust  in  prayer. 

3  We  are  weak  and  faint  and  weary, 

But  our  Advocate  is  strong, 
Then  let  us  call  on  Him  our  every  care  ; 

With  "the  loui>  "  upon  our  banner. 
We  will  rally  with  our  song, 

Riilly  with  earnest,  pleading  prayer. 

4  Then  we'll  rally  round  the  lianner, 

Again  and  yet  again  ; 
Surely  tlie  way  Ht-  will  prepare  ; 

Hi!  is  leading  in  the  battle, 
And  can  turn  tiie  heart.s  of  men, — 

Then  rally  with  earnest,  plemling  prayer. 

Mlm     U    n     WAHHI.HOTON. 

In  "  EcUoc*  of  Sonf  "    1877. 


4'JO 


WOMAN  IN  SAC n ED  SONO. 


LAND   OF    LIBERTY. 

1  Is  this  a  laud  of  liberty  ? 

WIk'ii,  iis  latli  yrarly  ryclo  rolls, 
An-  (lii;^  lilt!  graves,  yes,  driiiikard's  jrraves, 
Kor  St  veil  times  ten-tliuusand  souls? 
CuOKi's — O  Gotl  of  rigliteousuess,  draw  near. 

While  for  our  native  land  we  plead  ; 
Oh  !  free  it  from  the  curse  of  drink. 
And  then  it  shall  be  free  indeetl. 

2  And  can  we  claim  this  land  as  free. 

When  t)n  its  streets  so  oft  we  find 
The  slaves  of  drink,  in  chaius  of  woe, 
Aud  burilened  with  a  demon's  uiiud? 

3  Is  this  a  land  of  liberty  ? 

Then  let  us  firmly  take  our  stand 
Against  the  cruel  tyrant,  Drink, 
And  save  the  honor  of  our  land, 

4  Thus,  with  God's  hand  to  lead  us  on, 

Unflinchingly  we'll  meet  the  foe ; 
"Wrest  from  his  power  this  dying  throng, 
Aud  check  the  mighty  tide  of  woe. 

UISS   M.    E.   SERVOSS. 

8et  to  music  by  OEO.  c.  nuiio. 
Used  by  per.  iienuy  nccK. 

INVOCATION. 

C    M. 

Tune—"  DuruUe." 

1  O  Thou  great  spirit  whom  we  set^k 

To  know,  to  love  and  praise  ! 
To  Thee  in  supplication  meek, 
An  earnest  voice  we  raise. 

2  A  cloud  has  ri.sen  o'er  the  land 

From  tears  that  sorrows  give  ; 
In  mourning  for  the  stricken  band 
Who  still  might  "look  and  live." 

3  But  Oil  I   the  Tempter  in  his  might 

Is  fierce  and  strong  to-day  ! 
May  we  be  wise  to  help  the  right, 
To  Thee,  O  Lord,  we  pray. 

4  Touch  every  nation  with  Thy  hand 

Of  tire,  O  God  of  might  1 
Till  selfishness,  like  shifting  sand, 
Is  wasted  from  the  sight. 

MIt8.   M.   M.   FKAZieii. 

TEMPERANCE    PRAYER    AND    HYMN. 

1  Give,  Lord,  Thy  gracious,  listening  ear 
As  we  before  Thy  throne  appear; 

"  0"er  us  a  tide  of  mercy  roll ;  " 
Bless,  |)urify  each  waiting  soul. 

2  To  our  dear  cause  Thy  s|)irit  lend. 
Be  Thou  our  present  helj)  and  friend  ; 
Gird  us  with  strength  the  sin  to  fight, 
And  bid  us  conquer  by  Thy  might. 

5  Thou  whom  the  wind  and  waves  obeyed. 
Slop  Thou  the  woe  that  drink  has  made  ; 
l^diind  the  ilrniikani  from  his  diains  ; 
VaiKpiihh  this  death,  relievt^  lh<se  pains. 


4  And  as  this  prayer  ascends  on  high, 
O  Father,  hear  the  feeblest  cry  ; 
May  pitying  love  this  cause  constrain, 
And  Thou  Thy  people's  work  sustain. 


mis.   L.  D.   W.   FEBUia. 
Drliuar,  lowra.     188i. 


WE'LL    HELP   THE   CAUSE    ALONG. 

1  W^t!  must  work  and  pray  together, 

Working,  praying  for  the  right; 
^A  e  must  fight  against  the  evil. 
Till  we  concjuer  by  our  might. 
Chokus — We're  strong  to  do,  we're  strong  to  dare, 
In  faith  and  hope  we're  strong  ; 
United  thus  in  strength  and  prayer, 
We'll  help  the  cause  along. 

2  In  defence  of  truth  and  justice, 

Like  a  bulwark  we  must  stand. 

And  the  soul  that's  full  of  courage 

Will  give  courage  to  the  hand. 

3  We  must  work  and  not  be  weary, 

Though  we  conquer  not  to  day  ; 
For  the  rescue  of  our  brothers 
We  must  work  as  well  as  pray. 

4  Ilark  !  the  crystal  streams  and  fountains 

Swell  the  chorus  of  our  song  ; 
And  they  seem  to  be  rejoicing 
As  they  help  the  cause  along. 

JOSEPH INE  POLLARD. 

CopjTight,  1S70.  and  set  to  music  by  w.  H.  DOAKC 
Used  by  per.  Biglonr  &  Main. 

MY    CONFIDENCE. 

1  I  hold  Thy  truth,  O  Lord,  within  my  heart. 

Thy  law  I  love  ; 
I  hold  Thy  cross,  and  try  to  do  my  part 

M}-  faith  to  prove  ; 
I  hold  Thy  promise.  Lord,  aud  daily  pray 

"  My  faith  increase. 
That  I  may  closer  cleave  to  Thee,  the  Way, 

And  have  Thy  peace." 
Yet  little  joy  my  holding  brings  to  me, 

Because  I  know 
That,  though  my  soul  still  trusting  clings  to  Thee, 

I  may  let  go. 

2  But  I  am  held,  O  Lord  ;  Thou  hast  my  hand, 

Antl  Thou  art  strong  ; 
Throughout  my  journey  in  this  desert  land, 

However  long. 
Thou  givcst  me  support.     I  shall  not  fall. 

Though  foes  assail 
And  press  me  hard,  over  myself  and  all 

I  shall  i)revail. 
Great  joy  Thy  presence  antl  Thy  pledge  afford. 

Because  I  know 
Tliat  Thou  wilt  not,  since  Thou  hast  givenThy  word. 


Of  mo  let  go. 


SARAR    IHUDNEY. 

Author  of  "Nothing  but  Leavee.* 


TEMPERANCE.     SABBATH  nOSPKL  TEMPERANCE  MEKTJNaS.     HYMNS  FOR  THE  WORKERS.         4yi 


NOTHING   BUT    LEAVES. 

Ami  when  Ilo  ninio  In  It  llu  fnuirl  iiutliliiii  but  Uiivi-n."     Murk  xl;  12. 

1  Xotliiii;,'  liut  li'juos  !  TIk'  Spirit  grieves 

O'er  years  of   \v:ist(i<l  life; 
O'lT  sins  iiiiinlgetl  wliile  eoiiscieiice  .slept, 
O'er  vows  and  promises  unkept, 

And  reap  from  years  of  strife — 
Nothing  but  leaves!  nothing  but  leaves! 

2  Nothing  but  leaves  !   no  gathered  sheaves 

Of  life's  fair  ripening  grain  ; 
Wi!  sow  our  seeds  ;  lo !   tares  and  weeds, — 
Words,  idle  words,  for  earnest  deeds  — 

Tiien  reap  with  toil  and  pain, 
Nothing  but  leaves  !   nothing  but  leaves! 

3  Nothing  but  leaves  !   Sad  memory  weaves 

No  veil  to  hide  the  past ; 
And  as  we  trace  our  weary  way, 
And  count  each  lost  and  misspent  day 

W(t  sadly  (iml  at  last  — 
Nothing  but  leaves  !   nothing  but  leaves! 

4  Ah  !   who  shall  thus  the  Master  meet. 

And  Itring  but  withered  K'av(!S? 
Ah  !   who  siiail  at  the  Saviour's  feet, 
liefore  the  awful  judgment-seat. 

Lay  down  for  gohlen  sheaves, 
Nothing  but  leaves !  nothing  but  leaves ! 

UU.S.   Lt'CV   EVEUNA  AKKRMAK. 
But  to  lilUHio  lljr    8ILAH  J.    VAIU 

WHY   STAND   YE    HERE    IDLE? 

Tunc-  "  Huw  flriit  a /uundation."  ur  "Humr,  ncctt  Hnmt." 

1  "Why  stand  ye  here  idle?  there's  so  much  to  do  — 

'l"he  vintage  is  reaily  and  waiting  for  you  ; 
The  .Master  is  saying,  "(io  work  ye,  t(>-<lay. 
And  what  ye're  deserving  I  .surely  will  pay." 

2  "The  fields  are  all  \vliit<!,"  .saith  the  Master  again; 

"  Why  stan<l  ye  here  idle  ?  go  gjither  my  grain," 
And  a  crown  to  the  faithful  I  surely  I  will  give, 
For  the  workman  is  worthy,  by  labor,  to  live. 

3  Why  staml  ye  here  idle?   there's  so  much  to  do  — 

A  world  is  receding,  a  heaven's  in  view. 
Work  while  it  is  day,  for  the  night  hastens  on. 

And  the  hours  ye  could  prollt,  in  darkness  are  gone. 

4  Why  stiuid  ye  here  idle,  Eternity's  nigh 

And  God  may  be  saying,  "  this  night  ye  shall  die." 
The  grave  hath  no  cunning,  no  skillful  device, 
Rut  as  the  tree  falleth,  forever  it  lies. 

5  The  golden  bowl's  useless  ere  ye  are  aware  ; 

The  silver  cord  loosed,  ye  can  never  rejiair  ; 
The  pitcher  may  break  at  the  fountain  t(>-<lay. 
And  the  wheel  at  the  cistern  is  doomed  to  decay. 

6  Why  stand  ye  here  idle,    when  life  is  so  short  ? 

(io  cultivate  richly  the  ground  of  the  lieart ; 

'T  will  bud,  aye,  aiul  blossom,  and  ripen  above, 

In  the  garden  of  God,  the  Elysium  of  love. 

ADKLtA   (-.   ORAVBt. 

Winclicirt<!r,  Tvnu.    188^ 


THE   STAR   OF    HOPE. 

1  The  st.ir  of  hope  has  risen 

For  millions  doomed  to  die, 
And  from  the  gray  horizon, 
AsccMids  the  vaulted  sky; 
O  hearts  grown  wi-ary  watching. 

For  resent;  from  liie  grave, 
Look  up  !  salvation  conieth. 
The  Lord,  tlu;  Lord  (.'an  save. 
Chori;s. — The  star  of  hope  has  risen. 

And  shineth  from  on  high, 
Let  every  soul  lie  waiting. 
Redemption  draweth  nigh. 

2  O  slaves  of  drink,  He  calleth. 

And  bids  you  seek  His  grace, 
That  as  a  Fritrnd  and  Brother 

You  may  behold  His  face; 
Your  shackles  shall  be  broken, 

And,  by  (iod's  powerful  hand, 
The  enemy  be  vaiKjuished 

And  driven  from  the  land. 

3  The  star  of  hope  has  risen, 

Let  every  heart  rejoice! 
And  ill  on»!  glad  ho.sanna 

He  lifte<l  every  voice. 
And  tell  the  dying  millions. 

That  .l<>us,  i>y  His  might. 
Can  save  the  vilest  drunkard 

That  Hacchus  doth  benight. 

MlfM  M.   E.  HCIIVOM. 

Set  to  Moiic  by  r.  u  ARKarnoKo.  "Id  Clutr  NuUs" 
Vied  by  permliiion  at  Henry  Huck. 

OUR    TRUST. 

"  Such  truit  hare  wo  through  ChrUt."  -ii  Cor.  Ill :  4. 

1  Our  trust  is  in  Thy  name, 

In  ev'ry  hour  of  fear  ; 
Thy  faithful  promises  we  claim. 
And  joy  to  find  Thee  near. 
Chokus  —  Our  trust  is  in  Thy  n.imo,  , 

Our  j)eace  alone  in  Thee; 
Thy  hand  can  loose  the  heavy  chain, 
And  set  tlie  captive  free. 

2  Once  when  Thy  children  brought 

The  sick  ami  blind  to  Thi-e, 
Thy  hand  its  mighty  healing  wrought, 
And  made  the  blind  to  see. 

3  So  to  Thy  feet  to-day 

These  blind  ami  dumb,  we  bring; 
()|)cn  their  eyes.  O  Christ,  we  pray, 
And  loose  their  tongues  to  sing. 

4  Shield  them  with  tender  care 

When  crafty  foes  assail. 
And  in  Thine  arms  of  pity  War, 
When  feeble  flesh  shall  fail. 

EMILY   ni'VTINOTOX   MILLEK. 

Set  to  Mu«le  hy  wit.  A.  OODSH. 

rubluli>sl  l,y  II    IHUkm  k  Cu. 


l'J-2 


WO  VAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


THE   SURE    RETURN. 

l*ray  ;   tliouj^li  tlio  f,'ift  vou  ask 
May  m-viT  ••lunfort  your  fears, 
May  ni'VM"  n-pay  your  plcaiiing, 
Yi't  pray,  and  with  li<)|icl'iil  tears  ; 
An  answer,  not  that  you  loii^  for, 
Hut  diviner,  will  conii!  one  day  ; 
Your  eyes  are  too  dim  to  see  it, 
Yet  strive  and  wait,  and  pray. 

ADELAIDE  A.   TROCTEB. 

HE     COMESI 
FOR  EASTER   SU.NKAV. 

Thy  ganncDta  like  him  who  trcadetb  lu  wincfat."— la.  Ixili :  2. 
8d  &  6s    D. 

1  lie  comes  in  blood-stained  garments  ; 

Upon  His  brow  a  crown  : 
The  gates  of  brass  fly  open, 

The  iron  bands  drop  down  ; 
From  off  the  fettered  captive 

The  cliaius  of  Satan  fall, 
Wliihs  angels  shout  triumphant, 

That  Christ  is  Lord  of  all ! 

2  O  Christ  I    His  love  is  mighty  ; 

Long  suffering  is  His  grace ; 
And  glorious  is  the  splendor 

That  beameth  from  His  face. 
Our  hearts  up-leap  in  gladness 

When  we  behold  that  love. 
As  we  go  singing  onward 

To  dwell  with  Him  above. 


CUARITIE   LEZ8  BA-NCROFT. 


Sirs,  llano. 


Hn.  Mayo,  better  kuown  as  Miss  Kdgarton,  vas  bom  in  Shirley,  Mass., 
1819.  She  bocame  known  to  the  public  as  a  writer  in  1837.  at  the  age  u( 
18  yean,  when  she  contributed  to  Tarious  prouiinout  religious  journals, 
and  soon  after  became  cue  of  the  editors  of  the  Ladius'  Rc'|x>sitory,  a 
nftnthly  magazine  published  iu  Boston.  She  also  edited  a  religious  an- 
nual, "The  Rfisc  of  Sharon,"  for  more  than  nine  years.  Her  jKH'tical 
works  are  '"Tlie  Klowcr  Vase,"  "The  I'octy  of  Woman,"  ic.,&c.  She  in 
1846  became  tlu'  wife  of  Kiv.  A.  D.  Mayo.  Gloucester.  Muss,,  and  died 
therein  1S48.  It  is  said  lier  character  was  a  model  of  Christian  excellence, 
and  her  poems  and  hymns  are  indeed  marked  by  an  elevated  thought  and 
expreasiiin.  a  purity  and  tenderness  of  feeling  which  are  iu  harniony  with 
(tich  an  eijcomiuni.  Oneof  her  best  poems  is  "The  Answered  Prayer."— 
"Am.  Female  I'oets." 

BE    FIRM. 

Mar  be  read  at  meeting ;  or  may  lie  sung  to  any  L.  M.  by  repeating  laat 
two  Hues  of  tune  and  omitting  the  laat  "Ue  Firm." 

1   Be  firm  !   whatever  tempts  I hy  .xoul 
To  loiter  ere  it  reach  its  goal. 
Whatever  syren  voice  would  draw 
Thy  heart  from  duty  and  its  law. 
Oil !  that  distrust      Go  bravely  on, 
And,  till  the  victor-crown  be  won, 
Be  firm  ! 


Firm  when  thy  conscience  is  assailed, 
Firm  when  the  star  of  hope  is  veiled. 
Firm  in  defying  wrong  and  sin, 
Firm  in  life's  conflict,  toil  and  din, 
Firm  in  the  path  by  martyrs  trod, — 
And  Oh  I  in  love  to  man  and  God, 
Be  firm  ! 


SARAH  C.  KIHJARTON  MAVO. 


Sirs.  gt.  3l.  H.  (Tranur. 

Mrs.  M.  A.  M.  Cramer  was  bom  In  New  York  City,  and  went  Weet  In 
her  9th  year.  When  but  five  years  of  age,  a  severeattack  of  scarlet  fever 
left  her  totally  ileaf,  an  affliction  from  which  she  lias  never  recovered. 
Her  education  has  been  rece'ved  entirely  at  home,  she  never  liaving  at- 
tended a  sign  school  or  other  kind. 

She  has,  in  a  degree,  retiiined  her  speech,  conversing  with  membeiB  of 
her  own  family.understauding  them  by  lip  language.  She  is  considered 
one  of  the  very  best  writers  in  prose  and  verse  among  the  silent  sister- 
hood, ]K>etry  being  ber  siKCialty.howcver.and  her  articles  are  a  triumph 
over  difficulty,  indeed.  Before  the  Galaxy  was  merged  into  the  Atlantio, 
■he  contributed  very  acceptably  to  its  columns. 

HYMN    TO   THE   CROSS. 

1  O  hallowed  sign  !  the  holy,  the  availing, 

Thorn-wreathed,  yet  dear  to  bosoms  sorrow- riven. 
When  faith  grows  weak,  and  human  strength  is  fail- 
ing. 
Thou  risest  up,  a  type  of  promise  given. 

2  Hope  of  the  wanderer !  in  a  world  of  error  ; 

Guide  of  the  saint  who  clings  to  thee  for  guiding; 
We  blindly  drift  on  seas  of  doubt  and  terror, 
To  see  the  waves  around  thy  base  subsiding. 

3  W'lieii  youthful  dreams,  so  fervid  in  their  swaying. 

Have  faded  hence  into  the  unreturning. 
And  each  vain  quest  for  Love,  the  undecaying. 
Is  stilled  in  pangs,  and  tears  intensely  burning ; 

4  We  raise  our  eyes  to  thee,  and  peace  comes  stealing 

A  healing  presence  on,  through  ways  of  duty. 
Till  on  our  vision  breaks  a  light  revealing 
The  sacrifice  that  wears  divinest  beauty. 

H.  A.   U.  rRAMER. 
Written  iu  her  17th  year. 

THE    LORD'S    PRAYER. 

C.  M. 

1  Our  Father  who  in  heaven  art. 

Ail  hallowed  be  Thy  name; 

Honor  and  praise  to  Thee  belong. 

For  worthy  Thou  the  same. 

2  Oh  !   help  to  pray  as  Christ  hath  taught, 

Thy  glorious  kingdom  come; 
And  as  in  heaven,  so  on  earth. 
Thy  righteous  will  be  done. 

3  Give  us.  this  day,  our  daily  bread. 

That  we  die  not,  but  live ; 
And  all  our  tresjiasses  remit, 
As  others  we  forgive. 


TEMPERANCE.     SABBATH  GOSPEL  TEMPERANCE  MKETINOS.     HYMNS  FOR  TUR  WORKERS.  4'J3 


4  Into  temptation  lead  us  not, 

Lest  into  sin  we  fall ; 
Evil  aboiuids,  O  Fatlur,  (iod, 
Deliver  us  from  all. 

5  Th('  kiiiudom,  and  the  powiT  are  Tliine ; 

Anil  aii^fi  host  ami  men 
The  ^lory  shall  ascrihe  to  Thee, 
Forevermore.     Amen. 

MRS.     1.  M.    UAIlTMOl  UU. 

IN    HEAVENLY    LOVE   ABIDING. 

7a  &  6a.  D. 

1  In  lieavenly  love  ahidincr, 

No  chan<;e  my  heart  shall  fear ; 
And  safe  is  such  conlidini;. 

For  nothing  chant's  here. 
The  storm  may  roar  without  me, 

My  lu'art  may  low  he  laid, 
But  God  is  round  about  me  — 

And  can  I  be  dismayed  ? 

2  Wherever  He  may  guidt*  mo, 

No  want  shall  turn  me  back ; 
My  Shepherd  is  beside  me, 

And  nothing  can  I  lack. 
His  wisdom  ever  waketh. 

His  sight  is  never  dim  ; 
He  knows  the  way  He  taketh. 

And  I  will  walk  with  Him. 
8  Green  pastures  are  before  me, 

Which  yet  I  have  not  seen  ; 
Bright  skies  will  soon  be  o'er  me. 

Where  the  dark  clouds  have  been. 
My  hojie  I  cannot  measure. 

My  path  to  life  is  free  ; 
My  Saviour  has  my  treasure. 

And  He  will  walk  with  me. 

Annie  l.  warino.    1870, 

IF   ONE    TALENT    GOD    HATH    GIVEN    ME. 

Tuiio    "  WKat  a  Frimd  my  \av<  di  JesuM,"    (?.) 

1  If  one  talent  God  hath  given  me. 

To  my  neighbor  given  two, 
Shall  I  envy  him  his  treasure, 
^  Shall  I  be  less  kind  and  true  ? 

If  one  talent  God  hath  given  me. 

To  my  neighlmr  given  five, 
Shall  I  waste  my  life  complaining. 

Shall  I,  mourning,  cease  to  strive? 

2  If  with  my  one  little  talent, 

I  my  crown  through  Him  have  won, 
I  am  i>lest  beyond  all  blessing. 

When  I  liear  the  words  "  Well  done." 
Ever  striving,  ever  striving. 

He  our  talents  five  or  one  ; 
We'll  not  cease  the  mighty  struggle 

Till  our  work  below  is  done. 

.NKI.I.Y    B«TLKT. 
lljr  iwr    D   C   Conk. 


THE   SHIP    INTEMPERANCE. 

A  SONO    von  THE   WOKKEItH. 
"Then  they  crl«l  milo  tlio  LorJ  iu  thoir  tr-julilc"-  P«  crU:  UL 

1  A  ship  comes  over  the  sea  of  time. 

Freighted  with  human  s(»nls; 
Ami  (lut  on  the  billows  da-shing  high 

The  cry  of  their  anguish  rolls  ; 
The  maxts  are  broken,  the  rudder  gone. 

Sails  are  all  tattered  and  torn  ; 
And  high  on  the  crest  of  rolling  wavej* 
The  ship  toward  the  rm-ks  is  borne. 
Chorus — Oh !  pray  to  Go<l,  who  alone  can  save, 
As  you  never  prayiil  Ix-fore  ; 
But  look  to  it  well  that  you're  ready  t<j  help 
If  any  should  come  a.shore. 

2  All  un.seaworthy  she  left  the  port, 

Colors  were  flying  fair  ; 
A  slaver  tliat  buys  up  human  souls 

And  sells  them  to  dark  despair  I 
The  ship  Intemperance,  homewanl  l)ound. 

Freighted  with  va.ssals  of  drink  I 
To  whirlpools  of  woe  she  bears  them  on ; 

Oh  I  mu.st  they,  her  victims,  sink  I 

3  See  how  she  bounds  on  the  sunken  rocks 

Carried  before  the  blast : 
A  ship  that  never  could  breast  a  gale, 

She'll  sink  ere  the  storm  is  pa.st. 
'Tis  only  God  who  can  bring  to  land 

Shij)wrecked  and  peri.shing  .'.ouls  ; 
He  surely  will  hear  ;  so  on  the  strand 

We'll  watch,  as  each  breaker  rolls. 

MIK8  X.  E.  HEKTOm. 
Pei  to  muilc  by  T.  o'kaum. 
Prom  "  Tempenucc  Lisbt,"    By  pet 

BITTER-SWEET 
Tune  —  "  DHndff.~ 

1  Thank  Go<l  for  labor,  ye  who  press 

Life's  path  of  rose  and  rue  ; 
Thank  God  for  need's  impelling  stress 
The  tiresome  task  to  do. 

2  Thank  God  for  rest  to  heart  and  brain 

His  least  co-worker  finds. 
Though  chilled  and  chafed  by  labor's  chain, 
That  frees,  the  while  it  binds. 

3  Thank  God,  with  every  breath,  that  so 

Compelled  to  do  an(i  dare. 
No  seed  within  your  soul  shall  grow 
Of  idksborn  despair. 

4  Tnie,  true,  perhaps,  on  lofty  dreams 

Life's  tyniimy  may  frown  ; 
Yet,  still,  thank  (Jixl  for  light  that  streams 
On  toil's  a(-conipli>h<'d  crown. 

5  Of  honest  work,  thank  Go<l,  the  rays 

Reach  to  the  very  skies. 
And  call  the  morning  stars  to  praise 
The  jwac*'  that  in  tliem  lie.s. 

MART   BAKKItll  DOtMll.     IMt 


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WUMAif  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


Prs.  piiabt  ilaliiicr. 


Mre.  riiiolw  Talmar  was  bom  in  New  York,  December  18,  1807.  and 
died  Nor.  %  1871.  Tbo  followiiiK  i|n<itatii>iiii  are  from  her  luumotlal 
publlahwl  in  1874,  and  kiniliy  iKTtuitted  by  bcr  dL'Voted  daughter,  Mn. 
Jo«v|>b  F.  Knuiip  of  BriHiklyii,  N.  Y. 

"  Hit  wrltiiii^  are  a  mninimenl  to  her  wonderful  indiutr;.  'The  Way 
of  H'liiuaia,'  'Faith  und  lU  KSecU,'  'Incidental  Illiutrationa  of  the 
Boonuiuy  of  .Salvation,'  '  Prtmiige  of  tlie  Father,'  'The  Useful  Disciple,' 
■  Sweet  Mary.'  '  Four  Years  in  the  Old  World,'  '  Pioneer  Experiences,' 
and  *  Entire  Devotion.'  are  the  titles  of  the  books  which  she  wrote.  lu 
her  early  life  she  commenced  to  write  religious  i>oems.  mostly  hymns. 
She  wrote  the  dedicatory  hymn  of  the  Mulberry  Street  Church.  She 
was  accusti>med  at  that  time  to  write  the  anniversary  hymns  for  the  Sun- 
day^Scbools  of  the  Church,  and  (me  of  these,  '  Blessed  Bible.'  which  fol- 
lows, was  the  means  of  the  omversion  of  several  of  tbo  scholars.  She  also 
eomposed  many  other  hymns,  some  of  which  are  very  extensively  used  in 
our  social  inei-tintcs.  At  the  age  of  eleven  years,  on  being  presented  with 
a  Testament,  she  comiMwed  and  inserted  on  the  ftnit  page  the  foUowing 
stanzas,  display.ng  a  sure  talent  in  sacred  poetry  :  — 


1  Tliis  Rovt'lutiou — holy,  just,  and  truo — 
Tliougli  ot't  I  read,  it  seein.s  forever  new  ; 
While  liglit  from  heaven  upon  its  pages  rest, 
I  feel  its  power,  and  with  it  I  am  blest. 

2  Witliin  its  leaves  it  grace  divine  displays, 
Makti.s  known  the  Almiglity's  will  iu  various  ways  ; 
Justice  it  speaks  to  those  who  heaven  defy, 

And  with  ungracious  lips  its  truths  deny. 

3  'T  is  her^the  wearied  one,  in  sin's  rough  road. 
May  find  the  path  mark'd  out  that  leads  to  God ; 
And  when  oppressed  by  eartli,  all  here  may  find 
Sweet  promises  of  peace  to  cheer  the  mind. 

4  To  tliis  blest  treasure,  O  my  soul,  attend, 
IKtc  find  a  firm  and  t;verlasting  friend — 
A  Iricntl  in  all  life's  varied  changes  sure, 
Which  sliall  to  all  eternity  endure. 

5  Henceforth  I  tsike  thee  as  my  future  guide, 
Let  naught  from  thee  my  youtiiful  heart  divide; 
And  tlu'ii,  if  late  or  early  (K-ath  be  mine. 

All  will  be  well,  since  1,  O  Lord,  am  Thine. 


This  first  effort  of  her  (ten  at  that  early  age  seems  to  be  prophetic  of  her 
life.  She  always  held  the  t>en  of  a  really  writer,  and  her  heart  and  hand 
were  dediciited  to  the  service  of  her  Divine  Master.  To  show  her  love 
for  s»ubi  and  interest  in  the  tem|>eranoe  work,  one  illustration  is  given  :— 

Once,  while  waiting  at.  a  railway  station  for  the  arrival  of  the  train,  she 
■aw coming  down  the  roul.  a  man  intoxicated.  Her  passion  for  soul- 
sarlng  nee<U'd  no  stirring  up  :  but  at  once  moving  towards  him.  she  kindly 
raised  her  hand,  at  which  the  man  stood  still.  Tlien  addrtMsIng  him  In 
tones  of  earnest  waniinx  and  entreaty,  slie  liesnusbt  him  to  sink  his  Sav- 
iour. The  man  was  sohereil,  conquered  ;  and  .she  said  exuliingly  to  me, 
"1  expect  to  meet  that  man  in  heaven." 

Her  conception  of  the  value  of  a  human  soul,  and  her  absorbing  love 
to  Cluist,  Is  the  explanation  of  this  unc|uenchable  zeal.  She  used  to  say 
that  If  one  unsavi-tl  w^ml  w.is  at  the  extreme  verge  of  the  uidverse  and  it 
should  nsqnire  the  unite^l  elT'irts  of  all  the  inhabitants  of  earth  t'l  reach 
and  save  that  one,  tbo  object  would  l>e  well  worth  the  cost  of  the  vast 
expedition. 

In  all  her  public  laiw>rs  Mrs  Palmer  iiev<*r  deslrtMl  a  license  if*  prcjicb. 
She  dl<l  not  1>elipve  that  women  were  called  to  the  reguUr  work  of  thA 


pastorate.  She  believed,  however,  that  there  was  a  very  wide  and  high 
sphere  for  women's  work  in  the  church,  anil  most  urgently  did  she  call 
them  to  it. 

Providence  so  ordered  it  tliat  her  husband,  who  fully  sympathized  with 
her  in  her  views  of  duty,  could  travel  and  labor  with  her.  And  above  all, 
her  ardent  zeal  for  <ii>d.  her  inlirest  for  the  salvation  of  perishing  sotUs, 
gave  her  the  highest  "lualiflcation  for  this  olllce  and  work  ;  for  neither  in 
the  ministry  nor  in  the  desk  are  men  and  women  of  much  account  in  the 
church. until  they  have  a  passion  for  the  saving  of  souls,  until  tbey  are  rest- 
less, unless  they  can  see  and  feel  that  God  is  enabling  them  in  some  way 
and  by  some  instrumentality  to  win  souls  to  Christ.  And  this  with  her 
was  a  constant  inspiration.  She  was  always  under  the  constraining  love 
of  Christ,  and,  moved  by  that  |>assiou,  she  labored  most  persistently  and 
earnestly,  in  season  and  out  of  season,  to  save  them. 

The  editor  Of  a  Methodist  journal  says  the  following  :— 

"Her  peculiar  views  of  entire  sanctification  we  never  tried  to  under- 
stand. We  doubt  if  wo  could  now  state ,  or  at  any  time  could  have 
stated,  what  they  were.  To  our  minds  this  appeared  a  matter  of  small 
moment,  though  a  hot  controversy  once  raged,  of  which  her  mode  of 
statement  was  the  exciting  cause.  The  one  fact  that  seemed  to  us  ad- 
mirable was  tiiat  here  was  a  Christian  who  brlievrd  the  Gosi^l  to  be  the 
power  of  God  unto  salvation,  and  who  was  resolved  to  make  its  power 
felt  over  the  world.  Iu  this  light  it  was  a  pleasure  to  thinkof  the  weekly 
meeting  maintained  at  her  oivn  house  for  many  yearn,  and  attended  by 
Cbristiaus  of  every  name.  There  are  houses  opened  in  this  great  city 
for  gambling,  for  drinking.  an<l  for  sins  of  every  hue  ;  but  here  was  a 
home  open  every  week  where  Christians  might  meet  and  cheer  each 
other,  where  the  converse  was  of  l>ecoming  better  through  divine  help, 
and  of  making  the  world  better  through  the  iwwer  of  Christ's  truth.  It 
made  one  more  hopeful  of  our  city's  future  to  remember  that  there  was 
in  it  such  a  centre  of  light  and  love  whose  influence  reached  a  wide  cir- 
cumference." 

The  spirit  of  this  is  kind  and  commendatory  :  but  the  writer  seem- 
ingly failed  to  recognize  the  important  fact  that  the  unprecedented  suc- 
cess of  the  "Tuesday  Meeting. "  and  Mrs.  Palmer's  extraordinary  labors, 
was  due  to  the  power  and  truthfulness  of  her  "peculiar  views  of  entire 
sanctification"  which  he  never  even  tried  to  understand.  Nor  is  it  a 
'matter  of  small  moment"  what  were  her  "peculiar"  views.  She  was 
an  "acceptable  member  of  a  great  church,  "  4c.  At  the  burial.  Rev.  Dr. 
Parker  said— It  is  my  candid  conviction  that  no  woman  has  existed  in 
this  or  any  other  land,  whose  life-labors  have  been  so  productive  of  saving 
results. 

In  the  memorial  sermon  at  the  Allen  St.  M.  E.  Church,  the  eminent 
Rev.  Dr.  W.  H.  Boole  remarked  —  She  has  staimped  a  more  deeply  in- 
delible impresiiion  upon  the  theology  and  reUgious  life  of  the  church, 
than  any  other  woman  or  man  of  her  time.  She  leaves  with  the  church 
the  record  of  a  larger  number  of  souls  sanctified  and  souls  converted, 
than  any  living  Christian  worker,  prolxibly. 

During  the  last  twelve  years  she  was  ehicf  editor  of  "  The  Guide  to 
Holinessi,"   which  is  still  issued  monthly.    ( 1884). 

"In  1859.  her  husband  gave  up  bis  profession  as  physician,  and  re- 
solved with  her  to  devot*^  their  whole  life  to  evangt-lical  work.  Tliey 
went  at  once  to  England,  and.  iu  latrars  'more  abundant.'  s|iei>t  four 
years  in  the  United  Kingdom.    Thousands  were  converted  to  God." 

Ex-president  Young  of  the  Wesleyan  Conference.  England,  says  that 
in  twelve  weeks  there  were  added  to  the  church,  through  the  lalxirs  of 
Dr.  and  Mrs.  Palmer,  in  the  district  of  Newcastle.  3.  444  jiersons. 
"Holniess."  she  would  freanently  say,  "holines.s  is  iM)wer  ;  "  and  her  life 
declareil  it.  MrK  Palmer's  spirit,  life,  and  labors  answer  conclusively 
the  unchristian  IIIk-I  that  "profe-ssora  of  bolineas  make  little  effort,  and 
have  little  care  for  the  conversion  of  sinners." 

"The  meeting  she  began  In  her  house  so  many  years  ago  is  still  contin- 
ued. Hundreds  of  believers  from  all  Christian  churches  gather  to  it  each 
week.  Thousands  have  been  saved  through  it«  influence.  A  great 
many  other  meetings  have  since  been  established  in  different  parts  of 
the  world.  Probably  not  less  than  one  hundred  are  holding  weekly  at  the 
present  time.  Her  consecraticm  to  this  one  work  led  her,  in  her  falling 
health  to  go  with  her  husband  to  all  parts  of  this  land  and  Canada — 
to  camirtueetinga.  protracted  meetings,  and  conventions  for  the 
promotion  of  holiness.  And  now  an  association  lias  l>.-en  formed,  hav- 
ing as  their  pun>ose  to  spread  Scriptural  holiness  over  this  nation,  and 
a  literatvirc  is  developing  from  a  hundred  i>ens  to  meet  the  increasing 
demands  of  the  church  for  light  and  help.  And,  imder  God,  we  regard 
her  as  the  mother  of  all  tliis  movement. 

You  will  liardly  cire  now  to  ack  how  did  she  die  ?  She  lived  God's 
ooiisecratcd  servant,  she  died  God's  triumphant  saint." 


TEMI'EIUNCE.    SAUJiArU  GOSPEL  TEMPERASCS  MEETIXUS.    JJYAil^S  FUR  TUE  WORKERS. 


4Da 


SABBATH  HOME. 


FOU  TUK   S.vnilAni    AFTEn.VOOX   OOSrKL  TEMPKUAXCE    MEETINO. 


MRS.  E.  P.  WILLIAMS. 


MARIAXXA  WII.UAMA 


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3  For  us  His  precious  lifo  lit-  p:ive; 
Ilis  j,'r;i(H'  our  sinful  souls  c;in  .save  ; 
To  Him,  our  t"i!rvi;nt  luurts  wc  }jive, 
And  Oil  I  may  Ho  tlu>  jjift  receive, 

The  gift  rt'coivc. 

4  Ltird,  fill  our  souls  with  reverence  meet. 
As  howinjj  lowly  at  I'liy  feet, 

"NVc  feel  with  joy,  and  sacred  fear, 
The  Lord  is  near,  the  Lord  is  hero ! 
The  Lord  is  here. 

Al'IiU-tno  Clly.  Mo.  Not.  I,  ISe4. 

TEMPERANCE   BELLS. 

Tuiio  ■'  PortugHtt  Bumn." 
"  Thanks  bo  auto  Qotl,  irhicb  almkya  oauMlli  lu  to  triumph."— il  Cor.  ii :  14. 

1   The  uiad  bells  of  temperance  are  joyoiiily  ringinjj 
'iliiir  sweet  strains  of  Iriuinph  out  on  the  (dear  air, 
While  aoids,  once  in  darkness,  hosannas  are  Hinging 
Thanksgivings  of  praise  to  the  Hearer  of  prayer. 


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ClIORTS. 

Then  lift  up  your  voices  in  loud  exultation, 
K.vtolling  the  name  of  the  Saviour  and  King; 

The  oidy  sure  help  in  resisting  temptation  ; 
Oil  I   praise  Him  till  he.iven's  blue  arches  khali 
rin^. 

2  And  while  the  sweet  bells  are  jirodaiming  the  story 

Ol   captives  set  free  from  tlif  lH)ndage  of  woe, 
Our  heart.s  shall  look  back  on  the  years  iliat  are  hoary 
And  number  our  victories  over  the  foe. 

3  Right  boldly  the  tempter  once  ruhMl  in  higli  placcj*, 

^^  Idle  now  like  a  coward  he  lurks  in  liis  den  ; 
And  in  the  near  future  the  drink  that  deb.ises, 
Shall  be  all  unknown  to  "the  children  of  men." 

Mim.  M.  L  nKBvrm.    Bjpcr. 
Set  to  Huile  tqr  jam.  a.  Mi^aaAT.'   Hot.  U79. 


BLESSED  BIBLE. 


MH-S    rnfKBE  TALMKR. 


HRA  jnPTVn  F   RNAPP.    Br  POT. 


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1.  BIos9-od     Ri  -  hie,  how  I     love     i(.     How  it      doth      my  h>>*-om      cheer.  What  hath  earth  like     this      to 

2.  Yfs.  I'll     t"      my    bo»-om  pres.stlii'e:I'rerioiis  word,     I'llliidethee   here,    Snre   my  vrr     -    y      heart  will 
:5.   Yes.swoet  IJi  -  ble,     I    will  hide  thee  Deep.yes.  deep  -  er    in   this     h-art;  Thou  thrf>' all      my       life    will 


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guide   n»e,     And    indeath     we  will     not      part;        I'art    In    death?    no,  nev-er!     nev  -  er!  Thro"  death's 


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far        thy    rov  -  ings  led.    When  this  book  bro't   back  thy  wand' rings,  Speaking  life  as  from    the    dead." 
vale      I'll  lean     on    thee;  Then    in  worlds  a-    bovefor-ev    -  er,  Sweet- er  still  thy  truthsshall    be. 

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1.  What  have       I      ev  -  er  done  for    Je  -  sus,     Who    did      so  much  to    res  ■  cue  me?  With  His    own  arm  He  bro't    sal - 

2.  With  curds      of     ten-der  love  He  drew  me,   While  deep      in  wretcli-e<l-iiess     I      lay,  Oh!  for      His  bouiidie-is  love  and 

3.  From     sin's  dark  slumber  He  aroused     me.         Up  -  on     the  rock  He  placed  my  feet.  His  own    new  soni;    of  love      He 

4.  Then      let      me    ev  -  er  work  for  Je  -  sus,      This  Friend  so     lov-ing  and    so    true,  Point  sin  -  ners     to  their  dear   Ke  - 


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mer-cy,       I'll     speak    His  good-ness    ev  - 'ry  day. 

gave   me,      To       Him       a -lone    areprais-es  meet, 

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Work  for    Jc-sus   till    I    die; 


I'll  work  for  Je  -  sus,  I'll  work  for  Je  -  sus,  Then  I'll  reign  with  Himou  high. 


U>|iyri||hl«a  1883.  tn  "Gotiiel  Lijht 


TEMPERANCE.    REFORM  CLUB  MEETIIfOS.      INVITATION  TO  SIGN  THE  PLEDGE. 


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A    FOE    IN    THE    LAND. 

Tune—"  Trami},  Irantp,  tramp,  the  Boys  are  marehinQ,' 

1  "  There's  :iii  «!iiciny  iit  hand. 
Sli:ill  \vi!  forward  iiianli,  or  stand, 

Wliilo  tliiTO  is  within  our  hind,  a  deaillv  foe?" 
'T  is  an  enemy  of  souls, 
Lurkinij  in  the  sparkini^  bowls, 

Luring  on  to  lolly,  ruin,  crime  and  woe. 
CnoRis. — 

Down,  down,  down,  the  maddening  potion 
StiMils  to  take  the  sense  away. 

Hut  we'll  toil  and  watch  and  pray, 
Trusting  (iod  each  weary  day. 
Till  the  temperance  cause  victorious  shall  sway. 

2  Shall  wo  bow  our  heads  and  sigh, 
Wh(!n  the  remedy  is  nigh  ? 

Shall  wo  sit  and  vainly  cry  "  we  are  undone?  " 
Sure  there's  something  we  can  do, 
If  we're  willing  to  go  through 

Patiently  the  glorious  work  that  is  begun. 

3  Shall  the  li(|nor  hosts  defy 
As  we  prayerfully  draw  nigh, 

In  belialf  of  father,  brother,  neighbor,  son? 
Thougii  they  scornfully  deride, 
God  can  turn  the  fearful  tide 

Of  destruction,  that  is  swiftly  rolling  on. 

CnoaTS. — 

Shout  I  shout !  shout !  the  boys  are  turning, 

CheiT  up,  loved  ones,  they  will  come 
With  a  heart  true,  brave  and  light, 
With  a  step  that  says  "all  right," 

Bringing  gladness  to  each  well-beloved  home. 

EMMA   K.  OKENDORrr. 
DeUTai..  111.    1877. 

SIGN   THE    PLEDGE. 

'TMne,—Baltle-h^mn  qftht  Rrpublic." 

1  Sign  the  pledge,  my  youthful  brother, 

Sign  the  temp' ranee  pledge  tonight. 
Give  not  slumber  to  your  eyelids 

Kre  you  choose  the  path  of  rigliL 
Life's  highway  is  full  of  danger, 

I'itfalls  lie  on  every  side. 
Sign  the  pledge  and  give  your  promise, 

Taking  .lesus  for  your  guide. 
Sign  the  jdedge  and  give  your  promise, 

Taking  Jesus  for  your  guide. 
As  we  go  marching  on. 

2  Sign  the  pledge,  my  manly  brother, 

You  whom  laurels  wait  to  crown. 
As  you  trejid  tlie  hill  of  action, 

Seeking  honor  and  renown. 
Oil  I  how  full  of  fierce  temptation 

Is  the  path  you  proudly  tread  ! 
Sign  the  pledge  and  may  God's  blessing 

On  it  light  and  gladness  shed. 
Sign  the  pledge  and  may  Goil's  blessing 

On  it  light  and  gladness  sln-d. 
As  we  jTO  niarcliin''  on. 


Sign  the  j)ledge,  my  aged  brother, 

Tott'ring  on  life's  earthly  brink  ; 
God  will  guide  you  through  the  struggle, 

\U'  will  iH'ver  let  you  sink. 
Sign  the  pledge, — tin;   blessed  angels 

Wait  to  chant  the  glorious  song 
Of  another  ca|)tive  brother, 

Hy  (lod's  grace  reilei-med  from  wrong. 
Of  another  eai)tive  brother, 

By  God's  grace  redeemed  from  wrong, 
As  wu  go  marching  on. 

■uaia  T.  ALDRicn. 
BoMoa,  18M. 


SPARKLING   AND    BRIGHT. 

1  Sparkling  and  bright,  in  its  licpiid  light. 

Is  the  water  in  our  glasses  ; 
'Twill  give  you  health,  'twill  give  you  wealth, 
Ye  lads  and  rosy  lasses. 

Chorus — Oh!  then  resign  your  ruby  wine. 
Each  smiling  son  and  daughter ; 
There's  nothing  so  good  for  theyr)uthful  blood. 
Or  sweet,  as  the  sparkling  water. 

2  Better  than  gold  is  the  water  cold. 

From  the  crystal  fountain  flowing; 
A  calm  delight  both  day  and  night. 
To  happy  homes  bestowing. 

3  Sorrow  has  fled  from  the  hearts  that  bled 

Of  the  weeping  wife  and  mother : 

They  have  given  up  the  poison'd  cup. 

Son,  husband,  daughter,  brother. 

KBS.  MABV  8     B.   DANA,   1840. 


THE   INEBRIATE. 

Brother  !  stay  thy  ra.sh  design  ; 

Let  not  passion  thee  control  ! 
Poison  lurks  beneath  the  wine. 

Sparkling  in  the  festive  bowl. 

From  thy  lips,  the  mad'ning  stream 
Quickly  dash  !   't  is  death  to  thee ! 

Do  it  now,  while  reason's  beam. 
Comes  again  thy  light  to  be. 

All  too  long  wert  thou  the  slave 

Of  a  cruel  demon's  will ; 
Buried  <l.irkly  in  the  grave, 

W  juld'st  thou  leave  thy  talents  still  ? 

Rouse  thee  from  this  fatal  sleep ! 

Rend  the  tyrant's  iron  chain ! 
Let  not  sin  thy  senses  steep  ! 

Rise  and  be  a  man  again  ! 

MAHr   I'.    WEMTTI 

RockT  Hill.  Coon     UO 


498  WOJUA  N  I  if  SA  CRED  SONO. 

OH!  COME  AND  SIGN  THE  PLEDGE,  TO-NIGHT. 


Dedloated  to  the  Reform  Club,  Springfield,  111.    1880. 


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LOOK  NOT  ON  THE  WINE  WHEN  IT  IS  RED. 

1  "  Look  not  on  tlie  wine"  whicli  jrlowetli 

Witli  its  rniidy  crimson  Iij;lit  ; 
Tiion^'h  't  is  crowned  with  sparkling  jewels, 
l):isli  it  IVoin  your  yearning  sight. 

2  Tliougli  it  seem  to  thee  like  nectar, 
"Touch  not,  handle  not,  nor  taste;" 

"It  will  hitc  thee  like  a  serpent," 
And  thy  life  blood  it  will  waste. 

3  Think  not  thou  canst  with  it  dally, 

AikI  its  brief  enchantment  sip  ; 
It  will  "sting  thee  like  an  adder" 
If  thou  raise  it  to  thy  lip. 

4  Trust  thyself  not — in  thy  weakness. 

Let  this  be  thine  earnest  plea : 
"  Lead  me,  Father,  from  temptation. 
Keep  me  from  this  evil  free." 

5  lie  is  "mighty  to  deliver," 

He  will  hold  thee  with  His  arm; 
And  though  fierce  may  be  the  struggle, 
He  will  keep  thee  safe  from  harm. 

6  Look  not  on  the  cup,  then,  brother, 

Join  the  temp'rance  ranks  to-night; 
Men  and  angels  wait  to  bless  thee. 
And  our  God  will  help  the  right. 

HmiE    T.    ALDRICH.      18S1. 

THE    INVERTED   GLASS. 

■"LfKik  not  upon  the  wiuc."-ProT.  ixiii :  31. 
Respectfully  liiscribud  tn  I'lysse"  S.  Grant,  who,  in  hi»  tniirHround  the  world, 
thnu;(U  feted  )>y  niouarcha  and  emperors,  iuTariably  inverted  his  glass  when 
wiue  was  on  the  table. 

1  There  are  soldiers  who  have  battled 

To  save  our  native  land  ; 
Who  where  the  shot  fell  thickest, 

Were  bravest  to  command  ; 
But  when  a  friend  or  comrade 

A  foaming  draught  would  brew. 
They  had  not  strength  to  chide  him, 
Nor  courage  to  be  true. 
Chorus — Oh  !  give  us  men,  brave  men, 

Wlio  right  'gainst  custom  bring. 
And  dare  invert  the  proffered  glass. 
Though  offered  by  a  king. 

2  There  are  firesides  cold  and  cheerless, 

Where  children  plead  for  bread  ; 
Where  hope  is  clad  in  anguish. 

And  joy  and  peace  have  fled ; 
Oh  !   whence  this  shame  and  ruin, 

Which  blight  of  wars  surpass  ? 
'T  is  Satan's  |)lenteous  harvest, 

His  seed  the  "friendly  glass." 

3  Then  all  honor  to  the  hero 

Who,  temjjted,  stiinds  aloof, 
And  offers  'gainst  intemperanne 

A  silent,  iirui  reproof. 
O  ye  who  would  be  noble ! 

Whate'ir  yonr  rank  or  class, 
R<l)uke  the  subth;  tempter 

With  an  inverted  glas.s. 

MIIUI    M.    R.    RKRVOHK. 

8ei  i«t  iiiiiKii'  by  ur.4t.  r   Minn. 
Ill  **Teui|wraiioe  Light." 


GOD    HELPING   ME. 

Time  -•  "Varina,"  at  "Dundtf.' 
C.  M.    Double. 

1  God  helping  me,  I  promise  now 

To  break  the  fetters  strong, 
That  woven  slowly,  day  by  day, 

Have  held  me  fast  so  long — 
To  dash  aside  the  mad'ning  cup 

That's  darkened  heart  and  brain, 
And  climb,  if  need  be,  painfully 

Up  to  the  heights  again, 
God  helping  me. 

2  Out  of  the  darkness  toward  the  light. 

Writing  a  record  new — 
Winning  my  manhood  back  again, 

Loyal  and  brave  and  true. 
Turning  to  bless  the  loving  hearts 

Whose  weary  watchings  end, 
Redeeming  as  I  may  the  name 

Of  Father,  Brother,  Friend, 
God  helping  me. 

3  Standing  erect,  with  brow  upturned, 

And  purpose  firm  and  strong, 
Yet  struggling  fiercel}-  every  hour 

With  fetters  worn  so  long : 
Oh  !  je  whose  feet  have  never  trod 

The  downward,  deadly  way. 
Ye  cannot  know  how  much  we  need 

With  every  hour  to  pray, 
God  helping  me. 

4  Oh  !  tend'rer  than  a  brother's  love 

The  heart  upon  the  throne. 
That  bends  with  j)itying,  watchful  care. 

To  catch  the  faintest  tone  ; 
That's  touched  by  our  infirmities. 

That  heed's  the  sparrow's  fall ; 
O  tempted  one,  fear  not  but  He 

Will  heed  thy  slightest  call, 
God  helping  me. 

ELLEN   H.  8TOBRK. 

Hannibal,  Mo. 

GOD    HELPING    ME. 

Tune— "OM  Hundred." 

\.  God  helping  me,  I'll  yield  the  cup. 
And  helj)  to  lift  my  brother  up  ; 
(k)d  helping  me,  I'll  flee  its  pain, 
And  from  intemperance  abstain. 

2  God  helping  me,  I'll  live  and  move 
ISIy  word  and  honor  thus  to  prove  ; 
From  the  inebriate's  Iwsndage  free, 
I'll  keep  this  pledge,  God  helping  me. 

3  God  helping  me,  I'll  firmly  trust 
My  heavenly  Father,  kind  and  just; 
(Jod  helping  me,  I'll  yield  my  will. 
Through  Him  life's  duties  to  fullill. 

MR!*.   R.    A      OORDOIC. 

Ilaunibal,  Mo.     1881 


TEMPERANCE.    REFORM  CLUB  MEETINGS.     SJONINO  THE  PLEDGE. 


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MY    WORD    AND    HONOR 


TAKING   THE    BLUE    RIBBON. 


WORD-Titua  1 :  9— "IToldlng  to  the  failliful  wor<l." 
UUMUK-  I'ruv.  xxU  :  23    "llouur  xiuuuiictli  lliu  tiiiuiblr." 

1  By  our  word  \vc  arc  pledgtil,  friends  earnest  and  true, 

To  God  and  to  each  other  spoken, 
With  our  Fatlier's  sure  iielp  our  lives  to  renew, 
By  His  iielp,  tiiat  our  pledge  he  unhrokeu. 
Chorus — God  lulping  us,  we  cannot  fail  ; 
(jlod  helping  us,  we  shall  prevail. 

2  By  our  honor  we're  pledged,  friends  earnest  and  true, 

With  nialiee  to  no  human  brother  ; 
No  ciiarity  wanting,  in  all  that  is  due, 
That  we  will  encourage  each  other. 

3  God  helping  us  all,  in  our  weakness  infirm, 

From  the  cup  we  will  ever  abstain  ! 
From  the  drauglit  that  destroys  we  ever  will  turn. 
Neither  touch,  taste,  or  handle  again. 

4  "Whoso  trusteth  the  Infinite  Father,  alway 
He'll  sustain  in  the  cause  of  the  right; 

So  we'll  help  on  each  other,  that  none  go  astray. 


And  in  righteousness  ever  deliijht. 


MRS.  8.   A.  UORDOy. 

UaonibaJ,  Mo.    1834. 


liss  fc'lla  1.  f  rufsbfll. 

Mlas  Ella  M.  Trusdell  was  bom  at  South  New  Berlin,  Chpnango  Co., 
N.  Y.,  In  1849.  She  hajwritU'U  muchfurthe  Rochester,  N  Y  ,  •Kii^ment" 
unil.>r  the  name  o(  Florence  Cone,  chiefly  fortheCbililren's  departmcut, 
and  baa  alio  contributed  to  the  "Temperance  Banner"  and  other  iwiien. 


FOR   THEE   THE    PLEDGE    I    TAKE. 

Tmia—"  A  mrrica." 

1  For  Thee  the  pledge  I  take ; 
Just  for  a  biotiier's  sake 

The  pledg(>  I  take  ; 
Not  for  mt/  love  of  wine 
Draw  I  so  strict  a  line, 
But  for  my  brother,  thine. 

The  pledge  I  take. 

2  For  Tiiee  the  pledge  I  take  ; 
For  charity's  swe»'t  sake 

The  ph'dge  I  take  ; 
Not  that  I've  been  astray, 
E  er  in  the  drunkard's  way; 
To  help  the  weak,  to-day 

The  pledge  I  take. 

3  For  Thee  the  pledge  I  Like  ; 
E'en  for  a  nation's  sake 

The  pledge  I  take  ; 
To  save  my  brothers  all. 
Come  I  at  country's  call ; 
Men,  into  line  now  fall 

The  pledge  to  take. 

KLI.A    M.   TRrKiinEI.L, 

nornellnTUIe,  N.  Y..  Feb..  1884 


T\me-"Purliii;uttt  Hgmn." 

1  The  |)ast  with  its  blackness  I  bury  behind  mo, 

I  stand  for  my  manhood  in  honor  and  truth, 
I  sunder  the  cords  of  the  satans  that  iiind  me, 
And  take  as  my  emblem  this  riblxjii  of  blue. 

2  To  the  hopes  of  my  father,  the  |)raytrs  of  my  mother, 

To  the  trust  of  my  friends,  to  tJie  dreams  of  my 
youth, 
To  that  love  and  devotion  no  sorrow  could  smother. 
With  the  help  of  my  God  I  will  henceforth  be  true. 

3  I  take  for  my  shelter  my  C'oncpieror's  i)ower, 

I  bless  the  strong  arm  that  hath  dealt  me   the  rod, 
I  battle  with  weapons  He  giveth  this  hour. 

And  wear  for  my  breastplate  the  ribbon  of  blue. 

4  To  the  want  of  the  world   with  its  wbite  harvest 

lying. 
Await  for  the  workers  who  gather  for  Go<l, 
To  the  call  of  the  f:illing,  the  cry  of  the  dying. 
In  the  strength  of  my  Saviour  1  dare  to  be  true. 

5  When  tempted  by  appetite,  crowded  by  evil, 

In  hand  to  hand  tight  with  the  forces  of  sin, 
'Gainst   the  league  of  the   flesh,  the  world  and  the 
devil, 
I  bear  at  my  banner  this  ribbon  of  blue. 

6  To  the  law  of  the  Lamb  that  true  freedom  secureth, 

To  the  voice  of  the  peace-giving  spirit  within, 
To  the  self  that  is  real,  to  the  life  that  endureth, 
O  Lord  of  my  soul,  I  rejoice  to  be  true. 

Al'RILL*   ri  RIIKR. 
Cotlacc  GroTO,  Hinn.     1884. 

FOOTPRINTS   OF   JESUS. 

EfVlTATION   TO   ACCEPT  CURIST. 

1  O  Thou  who  hast  sinned,  come  wash  and  be  pure, 
Come,  travel  within  the  path  that  is  sure  ; 

Dear  Jesus  has  trtnl  this  desolate  way  ; 
Come,  journey  to  Gotl,  come,  join  us  to-day. 

CitOKlS. 

Footprints,  bright  footprints  of  Jesus  I  see, 
Jesus  has  left  them  for  you  and  for  me  ; 
Hear  Him  say,  "  Follow  me,"  Jesus,  I  come. 
Since  Thou  hast  loved  me  so,  Icid  me  safe  liome. 

2  Oh  !  earth  w.as  so  d.ark,  men  roamed  in  <lcspair, 
When  .Jesus  came  down,  our  burden  to  In-ar, 
Now  over  the  wild,  bright  footprints  I  .see. 

Worn,  grieved  and  reviled,  Christ  made  them  forme. 

S  Now,  earth  may  be  dark,  sin's  pitfalls  nlM^und, 
See  each  shining  mark,  our  pathw.iy  is  found  ; 
S.ife.  s:ife.  o'er  the  way,  e'en  children  may  go, 
With  Jesus  to  stay,  washed  whiter  than  snow. 

MRU.   L    R.  TnoRTK. 

Set  to  muiio  by  c.  K.  rouocK.    B7  per.  D.  C.  0«k. 


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ANNE  STEFXE.    17C0. 


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SLAY   NOT   THY   SAVIOUR. 

1  Waiting  soul,  what  canst  tliou  say, 
Turiiing  from  Thy  Lord  away  ? 

He  hath  calKd  and  He  liath  sought  tlice ; 
By  His  i)rocious  blood  hath  bougiit  tlu;o  ; 
And  is  asking  thoe  to-daV : 
Sold,  wilt  thou  Thy  Saviour  slay  ? 
Clio. —     Do  not  'I'iiy  Ridcoinor  slay  ; 

Sick,  Oil  I   seek  His  grace  to-day  ! 

He  hath  sought  thoe,  He  hath  bought  thee; 

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2  On  the  cross  He  once  was  slain, 
15earing.  guilty  soul,  thy  paia  ; 
V>y  His  loved  ones  left  to  languish 
'Neath  thy  bitter  doom  and  anguish. 
Sinning  soul,  slay  not  again 

Him  whose  blood  can  cleanse  thy  stain. 

3  Dying  soul,  reject  not  one 

WIk)  so  much  for  thee  hath  done  ; 
But,  as  day  by  day  't  is  ncaring, 
Gather  fruit  for  His  appearing  ; 
For  the  vintage  hath  begun, 
And  the  "heir"  is  God's  own  Son. 

Vl»a.    M.   A.   BAKER. 
Stit  to  music  l>y  dii,  ll,  &.  rAI.MER.     And  used  l>y  iht. 

Cbica«o.    1871. 
HE    KNOWS. 

8«  &  78.     p. 

Yes.  Ho  knows  the  way  is  dreary, 

Knows  the  weakness  of  our  frame, 
Knows  that  hand  and  heart  are  weary  ; 

lie  in  all  points  fidt  tiie  same. 
Look  to  Him,  and  faith  shall  brighten, 

Hope  shall  soar,  and  love  shall  burn. 
Peace  oncre  more  thy  heart  shall  brighten; 

Rise:   He  calleth  thee  :  return. 

MISK   E.   II.   IIAVCKdAL. 

FATHER,    TAKE    MY    HAND. 

1  Take  my  hand  and  I  will  guide  thee, 

I'ilgrim  through  a  weary  land  ; 
I  will  save,  whate'er  betide  thee, 
\l  thou'll  oidy  take  my  hand. 

2  Take  my  hand,  0  child  of  weakness. 

Trust  not  to  thy  strength  to  stand. 
Trust  Me,  child  ;  my  lovt^  will  aid  thee. 
If  thou'lt  oidy  take  my  Inuid. 


3  Take  my  hand  and  I  will  guide  thee 
'I'hrough  this  weary,  doubting  land, 
To  the  crystal  stream  of  gladness. 
If  thou'lt  only  take  my  hand. 

KeVA   E.   I-AKKUILL.      1875. 
In  the  "  C'ouqueror." 

COME    UNTO    ME   AND    REST. 

Tunc  —  "  BuyUton," 

1  Why  should  I  long  for  rest, 

Since  Jesus  bids  me  "  Come  !  '' 

And  cast  on  Him  my  soul  oppressed 

And  lind  His  heart  my  home  ? 

2  Who  giveth  rest  in  toil  ; 

Who  giveth  joy  in  tears  ; 
Who  maketh  light  the  burdened  soid 
And  turns  to  praise  our  fears. 

3  Why  sliould  I  weary  roam, 

And  anxious  vigil  keep  ? 
My  Saviour  calls  my  spirit  home, 
To  find  sweet  jjcace  and  sleep. 

4  "  Come  unto  Me  and  rest," 

Ho  tenderly  doth  plead. 
Stay  not  away,  with  heart  oppressed. 
In  all  thy  heli)less  need. 

MI'.a.    MAKTIIA   WINTEflMI'TK.      1888. 

EARTH    AND    HEAVEN. 

1  You've  been  seeking  through  life.  O  mv  brotlnr. 

The  |)leasures  this  world  ran  bestow  ; 
But  Oh  I  where  an*  thi>  joys  yon  !ia\e  <;arnered? 
And  what  is  the  peace  that  vou  know? 

2  Earthly  joys,  like  earth's  (lowers,  my  brotlier. 

A  moment  will  gladden  the  eve; 
But  like  rose-leaves  their  fragrance  must  peri.sh, 

Their  beauty  must  wither  and  die. 
Oh  !  then  turn  thee  to  Heaven,  my  brother  ; 

lis  joys  through  eternity  bloom  ; 
And  the  fruit-*  of  it>*  hope  sh.ill  be  <;ladtio<!8, 

Its  light  chase  the  shadl-s  from  tin-  tomb. 

I  tRIiIK   M'lKTrMllt. 

H»rf.  OrtTT.  f)hlo.     IHM. 
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THE  VOICE  OF  JESUS  CALLING. 


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He  will  bring  you,     at  the  end,   se^cure  -  ly... 

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up-uu  Hiiu  while  He's  near. 


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He  will  bring  you    at  the  end  se  -  cure-ly,  end  se  -  cure  -  ly, 


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505 


WHAT   HAST  THOU    DONE  FOR   ME? 

1  "  I  gave  My  life  for  thee, 

Mv  precious  blood  I  shed, 
Tliiit  that  tlioii  iniiilit'st  ninsomod  be, 

And  <|ui(  ktiud  I'roui  the  dead; 
I  gave  My  life  for  tiiee — 
What  hast  thou  done  for  Me  ? 

2  "  I  spent  long  years  for  thee 

In  weariness  and  woe, 
Tliat  one  eternity 

Of  joy  thou  inightest  know; 
I  spent  long  years  for  tliee. 
Hast  thou  spent  one  for  Me  ? 

3  "  My  Father's  house  of  light. 

My  rainbow-circled  tluone, 
I  left  for  earthly  niglit. 

For  wanderings  sad  and  lone; 
I  left  tlieni  ail  for  thee, 
Ilast  thou  left  aught  for  Me? 

4  "  I  siifTered  much  for  thee, 

More  than  thy  tongue  can  tell, 
Of  bitterest  agony, 

To  rescue  tliee  from  hell ; 
I  suffired  much  for  thee. 

What  dost  tliou  bear  for  Me? 

5  "  And  I  brought  down  to  thee, 

Down  from  My  homo  above, 
Salvation,  full  and  free. 

My  pardon  and  My  love ; 
Great  gifts  I  brought  to  thee, 
What  hast  thou  brought  to  Me  ? 

6  "  Oh  !   let  thy  life  be  given, 

Thy  years  for  Me  be  spent ; 
World-fetters  all  be  riven. 

And  joy  with  suffering  blent; 
Give  thou  thyself  to  Me 

And  1  will  welcome  thee  !  " 

rKAMCm  B.  BATSKOAU 


3  Open  wide  for  Ilini  the  porUil ! 
Shall  lie  longer  a>k  in  vain? 
If  within  thy  soul  lit-  dv.rllith. 
Thou  shall  full  salvation  gain. 

Mlin.  C-.   1.   HIIA(-KU>rK. 

Bet  to  niiMic  liy  T   mahti.n  towns. 

From  ' '  Weleume  Soutn."    I*u)illsliixl  \>y  V.  U.  UeTo'L 


COME   TO   CHRIST. 

1  Weary,  trembling,  burdened  one, 
Come  to  Christ,  (iod's  only  Son ; 
He  will  cheer  thee  on  thy  way. 
Lead  thee  up  to  perfect  day. 

2  Oh !  how  precious  is  His  name, 
Yest«'rday.  to-tlay  the  same  ; 
Come  by  faith,  no  other  plea 
He  will  ask,  poor  soul,  of  thee. 

3  Earth  is  not  thy  resting-place. 
Freely  now  aecejit  His  grace  ; 
All  thy  worthless  toil  forsake  ; 
To  a  better  life  awake. 

4  Great  the  promise  of  His  love, 
Angels  chant  the  theme  above; 
Come,  no  longer  cea«e  to  live  ; 
Christ  His  love  will  freely  give. 

5  Love  so  pure,  so  rich  and  free, 
God  bestows  on  you  and  me ; 
Gladly  of  this  love  partake. 
For  the  dear  Redeemer's  sake. 

6  Yestenhiv,  fo-<Iay,  tlie  same  ; 

Oh  I  how  wondrous  is  His  name; 
Light  in  darkness,  joy  in  j)ain ; 
Overcome,  and  with  Him  reign. 

Liaa  M.  M.  riTcii,    Juljr  77.  ISSt. 


AT  THE   THRESHOLD. 

"  Behold,  I  stand  at  tb«  duor  and  knock." 

1  Hearts  of  pride !  unbar  your  portal ! 

Cast  aside  the  bolt,s  of  sin  I 

He  is  waiting  at  the  threshold  ; 

Let  the  blessed  M;ister  in ! 

CiioRi'S  — Open  to  the  dear  R»'deemer, 

He  hath  suff«>re<l  for  tliy  sin  : 
All  He  askelli  is  a  welcome; 
Ijet  the  blesscxi  Master  in. 

2  He  h.ath  carried  all  our  .sorrows. 

He  hath  borne  our  griefs  alone  ; 
Now,  in  tender  h>ve  and  ineny. 
He  hath  come  to  claim  His  own. 


FAULTLESS. 


1  "  Faultless  in  His  glory's  presence !  " 

All  the  soul  within  me  slirrt'd. 
All  my  heart  n'ached  up  to  heaven 
At  the  wonder  of  that  word. 

2  "Able  to  present  nre  faultless? 

Lord,  forgive  my  doubt."  I  crie<l  ; 
" 'I'hoii  didst  once,  to  loving  doubt,  show 
Hands  and  feet  and  riven  side. 

3  "  ( )h  !  for  mv  build  up  some  ladder, 

Hri-iht  with  golden  round  on  round. 
That  my  liope  this  word  niav  compass, 
Kcacliing  Faith's  high  vant.age-gronnd  I  " 

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TEMPERANCE.    REFORM  CLUB.     INVITATION  TO  ACCEPT  CURIHT. 

"NOW." 


507 


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TEMPERANCE.     REFORM  CLUBS.     INVITATION  TO  ACCEPT  CHRIST. 


509 


MERCY    BEFORE   SACRIFICE. 

"Coiuo  unto  me  auil  I  will  give  jrou  rctt," 
Tune — "WtlAj,"  or  "  Muuiunury  Hymn," 

1  Como  to  tho  clear  deep  river, 

Come  where  the  jmstures  call; 
Give  to  the  jjreat  ;;(M«1-Giver 

The  trust  tiiut  is  thy  all. 
From  want  eternal  fleeing, 

Come  to  ail  endless  storts 
Brini;  thy  whole  famished  being, 

Foi-  lie  wants  nothin;^  more. 

2  If  tiioujjhts  of  thine  appall  theo, 

Oh  !   lean  on  His  and  live! 
To  sacrifice  they  call  thee. 

While  lie  is  here  to  give. 
Accept  thy  Father's  measure 

Of  need  that  lie  can  see  ; 
The  heart  to  do  His  j)leasuro 

Is  in  His  love  for  thee. 

3  He  will  not  now  refuse  theo, 

Weak  liands  and  vision  dim ; 
For  somethini^  He  will  use  thee. 

Hut  first  thou  wantest  Him. 
The  spirit  worn  with  straying, 

Will  find  His  judgment  best; 
Oh  I   hear  what  He  is  saying, 

And  yield  thyself  to  rest. 

4  For  one  transporting  minute 

The  beckoning  wonl  obey: 
There  is  a  power  within  it 

To  bear  thee  on  thy  way. 
That  voice  of  mercy  speaking. 

Is  (lod  tlu!  Saviour's  might. 
And  all  thy  heart  is  seeking 

Lies  safely  in  its  light. 

A.VNA  L,  WARIlfO, 


THE    STORY   OF   THE    CROSS. 

1  Tell  me  the  old.  old  story 

Of  unseen  things  alwve. 
Of  .lesus  and  His  glory. 

Of  .lesus  and  His  love. 
Tell  me  the  story  simpiv. 

As  to  a  little  child, 
For  I  am  weak  and  weary, 

And  helpless  and  defiled. 

2  Tell  me  the  story  slowlv. 

That  I  may  take  it  in — 
That  wonilerful  Kfdemption, 

( Jod's  remedy  for  sin  ! 
Tell  me  the  story  often. 

For  I  forget  so  soon  ! 
Tlie  "  early  ilew  "  of  morning 

II;is  p:uisod  away  at  noou ! 


3  Tell  me  the  story  softly. 

With  earnest  tones  and  grave  ; 
lii-mrmbcr!   I'm  the  sinner 

Whom  Jesus  came  to  save. 
Tell  me  that  story  always, 

If  you  would  nally  be. 
In  any  time  of  trouble, 

A  comforter  to  me. 

4  I'ell  me  tho  same  old  story. 

When  you  have  cause  to  fear 
That  this  world's  empty  glory 

Is  costing  tne  Ux)  flear. 
Yes,  anil  wIh'u  that  world's  glory 

Is  drawing  on  my  sold. 
Tell  me  the  old,  old  story  : 

"  Christ  Jesus  makes  thee  whole." 

CATUBMNB  UAXKKT. 


Ctfll  <Jr;iiufs  3lf'f'J"'Jff 


b  the  daa<bter  nf  Major  Homphreri,  of  ntnbane,  Ireland.  In  USO 
she  nuniixl  Uiu  Ktir.  W.  Alcxaudur,  ikiv  liUbop  of  Dvrr;.  iUu:  lua 
publiitiitl  iiuiuiToiu  bmtlu.  cbietljr  pudrr.  Of  our  uf  Uinr,  "Hrnim  fiir 
Utile  Cliiltlrvu,"  alxiut  a  quarter  of  a  iiillU<>iic«|ilailuTo  bmii  wiUL  She 
ha*  al»>  writtt'U  fur  "Tliu  UublUi  UuiTunitr  Uasaxiue" mod  "The  Cud- 
tcmptvaiy  Berlew." 


THE   BLEEDING   HAND. 

1  When  wounded  sore  the  stricken  soul 

Liis  lilecding  and  unlH)und, 
One  oidy  hand,  a  pierotl  hand. 
Can  salve  the  sinner's  wound. 

2  ^lien  sorrow  swells  the  l.iden  breast, 

And  tears  of  angui'>h  flow. 

One  only  heart,  a  broken  heart. 

Can  feel  the  sinner's  woe. 

8  When  p<'nitence  has  wept  in  vain 
Over  some  foul  dark  spot. 
One  only  stream,  a  stream  of  blood, 
Can  wii-sh  away  the  blot, 

4  '  T  is  Jesus'  bhwd  that  washes  white, 

IIi-<  hand  that  brings  relief; 
His  heart  that's  touche<l  with  all  our  joys, 
And  feelelh  for  our  grief. 

5  Lift  up  Thy  Weeding  hand,  O  T>onl ; 

T'nseal  that  cleansing  tide  : 
We  have  no  shelter  from  our  sin 
But  in  Thy  wounde<l  side. 

cuiL  raaxr^  ALKX*iri>nu 


51U 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


Sirs.  BlarB  ^otot  Ilirhinson 


is  thrwritcr  for  the  new  Prohibition  laptr  in  N'fw  York.  If  crerythlnj 
In  the  ooluniiK  nochol  thf  altitiuU'  of  hir  dfi*rtiuii)t  it  would  soon 
OomB  til  the  front  ae  u  ixiwi'r  iudi-i-iL  -•'Tliii  SltfiuU." 

The  hMllor  of  Woman  in  Saciiki)  Sono  hiul  the  pleamirc  of  mt'etlug 
the  dimiiih'uinhLTl  (Kiel.  Mm.  Miiry  U  Dickiniion,  lit  that  t.'rnnd  National 
CouTentioii  of  W.  C.  T.  I'.,  wurlicrB,  held  in  8t.  Lkiuis,  lieginning  on  the 
33d  of  Oct.  1881.  AlthonKli  »he  suyii  she  does  not  consider  tliat  her  fort« 
lies  in  addressitiK  an  andieiice,  alie  did  so  at  Pickwick  Tlieatre,  U[>on 
urgent  solicitation  ;  and  of  all  the  speakers  'luring  the  four  cTeniug  oieel- 
Ingi  held  there,  no  one  interested  the  audience  more,  or  kejit  them 
longer  laughing  with  brilliant  saUies  of  wit  and  humor,  than  did  Mrs. 
Dickinson. 

It  was  she  who  said,  in  regard  to  boxes,  while  making  an  api>eal  for 
fuiiiLs  t.1  aid  llie  liicjil  I'ni'iri  in  .SI.  loui.s  :  "If  any  one  wishes  to  leave 
before  thi'  c.mlrilmti.iii  Im  reiichcs  him.  ho  i.s  at  liberty  to  do  wi.  since 
he  will  tind  a  nice  little  la-ly  with  a  nice  little  box.  at  the  door,  waiting 
tn  rcoeire  Ills  donation.  It  is  unnecejisary  to  say.  perhaps,  as  all  are 
•ware  of  it,  that  women  are  fond  of  boxes  ;  -baud-lmxcs,  lunch  boxes, 
candy-boxes,  money-boxes :  and,"  addml  slie  in  a  subdued  tone,  steiiping 
back,  in  a  lialf-frightcned  iiunner  •'some  of  us-  a  good  many  of  us, 
•re  -  beginning  -  to  Iwlleve  we  should  -  like  the  —  ballot-box."  It  is 
Dee<Ue83  to  Siiy  this  completely  hroii  ;ht  d  iwn  the  house. 

Mrs.  Dickinson  has  a  remarkably  fine  personal  appearance;  she  has 
long  been  consecrated  to  Christian  work  ;  but  it  was  not  until  a  more 
recent  date  that  she  felt  KpecUilly  called  to  work  for  Home  I*rotoc- 
tion.  Her  addition  to  the  workeisiutemperauce  reform,  was  considered 
•  Ter;  desirable  accession. 


AS   A    LITTLE   CHILD. 

"Except  ye  become  as  little  children  ye  cannot  enter  the  kingdom  of 
heaven." 

"Whoaoever  therefore  shall  hum)>le  himself  as  this  little  child,  the  same 
is  greaiesi  in  the  kiu«;dom  of  heaven." 

1  "  As  a  little  child,  as  a  little  child  ! 

Tiicii  how  can  I  enter  in  'f 
I  am  scarretl,  and  hardened,  and  soul-defiled. 

With  traces  of  sorrow   and  .sin. 
Can  1  turn  hackwai-d  tlie  tide  of  years 

And  wake  my  dead  youth  at  my  will  ?  " 
"  Nay,  hut  thou  canst,  with  thy  grief  and  thy  fears, 

Creep  into  My  arms  ami  be  still." 

2  "  I  know  that  the  lambs  in  thq  heavenly  fold 

Are  sheltered  and  kept  in  Thy  heart ; 
But  I — I  am  old,  and  the  u'ray  from  the  gold 

Has  biihlen  all  bri:i.ditiiess  depart. 
The  gladness  of  youth,  the  faith  and  the  truth, 

Lie  withered  or  .siirouded  in  dust." 
"Thou'rt    emptied    at    length   of    thy    treacherous 
strength ; 

Creep  into  My  arms  now — and  trust." 

3  "Is  it  true?  can  I  share  with  the  little  ones  there 

A  child's  happy  rest  on  Thy  breast?" 
"  Ayo,  the  teiKlerest  care  will  answer  thy  prayer, 

Mv  love  is  for  thee  as  the  rest. 
It  will  (piiet  thy  fears,  will  wipe  away  tears — 

Thy  murmurs  sluill  soften  to  p.salms, 
Thy  .sorrows  sliall  seem  but  a  feverish  dream, 

In  the  rest — in  tiie  rest  in  My  arms. 


i  "  Thus  tenderly  held,  the  heart  that  rebelled 

Shall  (ding  to  My  hand,  thougii  it  smite; 
Shall  tind  in  My  rod  the  love  of  its  God, 

My  statutes  its  songs  in  the  night. 
And  whiter  than  snow  shall  the  stained  life  grow, 

'Neath  the  touch  of  a  love  undetiled. 
And  the  throngs  of  forgiven  at  the  portals  of  heaven 

Shall  welcome  one  more  little  child." 

MAilir  L.  DICKINSON. 

BLESSED    ARE   THEY   THAT  BELIEVE. 

1  Come  to  the  fountain  of  mercy  and  live, 

Come,  and  a  pardon  receive  ; 
Drink  of  the  water  that  Jesus  will  give, 

Freely  to  those  that  believe  ; 
Weary  and  burdened  with  sorrow, 

Sweet  is  the  message  to  thee ; 
Learn  of  the  meek  and  the  lowly, 
Come,  heavy-laden,  to  Me. 
Chorus — Come  to  the  clear,  flowing  river, 
Drink  of  its  waters  forever. 
Hungry  and  thirsty,  Oh  I  never, 
Blessed  are  they  that  believe  ! 

2  Happy  the  nation  whose  God  is  the  Lord ; 

Hearing  in  meekness  and  love 
Counsels  of  wisdom  and  truth  in  His  word, 

Looking  for  comfort  above  ; 
He  is  their  rock  and  salvation. 

He  is  their  strength  and  their  song, 
Onward  from  glory  to  glor}', 

Leading  them  gently  along. 

3  Look  unto  Jesus,  ye  regions  of  earth, 

Victor  of  death  and  the  grave, 
Though  He  was  humble,  and  lowly  His  birth. 

He  is  the  mighty  to  save. 
Why  should  we  wander  in  darkness  ? 

Wiiy  to  the  world  should  we  cliug  ? 
Hope,  like  a  bird,  is  before  us, 

Plumiuir  her  beautiful  wintr. 


Set  to  Music  by  w.  H.  doakc 


FANNY  CROSBY. 
By  per.  Biglow  &  Main. 


THE    FOUNTAIN   OF    LIFE. 

1  Jesus  by  the  well-side  sitting, 

Weary,  thirsty,  sad  and  lone. 
To  the  wondering,  erring  stranger, 

Said  in  gentle,  tender  tone, 
"  Whoso  drinketh  of  this  water, 

He  will  thirst,  and  tliirst  again, 
But  the  Water  of  Salvation 

Will  the  weary  soul  sustain." 

2  Thirsty  ones,  come  to  this  Fount.ain, 

Christ  your  Saviour  still  is  nigh. 
And  this  clear  and  "  Living  Water" 

Can  your  deepest  needs  supply. 
Turn  away  from  poisoned  fountains 

That  bring  sorrow,  woe  and  |)ain  ; 
These  sweet  waters,  pure  and  healing, 

AVill  give  health  and  joy  again. 


TEMPERANCE.    REFORM  CLUBS.    INVITATION  TO  ACCEPT  CHRIST.     WARNINO  AND  INVITATION.    r^W 


3  W(>  still  hear  Thy  voice,  <l«ar  Saviour  ! 

Oil  I  our  tliiiNty  souls  supply 
Willi  those  cooliiii;  tirops,  so  precious, 

From  that  I''otiiitaiii  never  dry. 
We  have  drank  t'roin  earthly  cisterns, 

Anil  perhaps  the  poisoned  howl. 
Now  we  swk  the  "  1-ivin;;  Waters  " 

For  the  weary,  fainting  soid. 

4  That  pure  Fountain  will  not  fail  ua, 

Wherosoe'er  our  footsteps  stray. 
Whether  in  the  crowded  city, 

( )r  alonjj  a  lonely  way. 
For  the  stn-ams  of  '•  Love  Eternal" 

Wash  away  all  sin  and  strife, 
And  hear  up  our  joyful  spirits 


Into  "F^erlastinu  Life." 


MARION   IlfNTIN-ll.     1883. 


ACQUAINT  THYSELF  WITH    HIM 
AT    PEACE. 


AND    BE 


1  Acquaint  thyself  with  Ilim  ; 

So  shall  thou  find  release 
From  (-very  l)attle  wa;;eil  within, 
From  every  fetter  forjied  hy  sin  ; 

Perple.xini;  douhts  shall  cease. 
Faith's  auiicl  brood  where  strife  has  been, 

And  white-robed  Peace. 

2  Acquaint  thyself  with  Ilim, 

The  tender  heart  and  true. 
Learn  what  His  love  to  man  hath  wrought, 
The  pierced  hand  that  victory  bou:iht ; 

So  shalt  thou  read  anew 
Life's  records  with  keen  suffering  fraught. 

And  goodness  too. 

3  Ac<|u.iiiit  thyself  with  Ilim, 

His  wisdoni-teui|)ered  love; 
Till  sin  and  want  and  sorrow  seem 
Swift  ])hantasms  of  a  morning's  dream  ; 

His  rainbow  arch  above 
Flooding  the  darkness  with  its  gleam. 

His  goodness  prove. 

4  Acquaint  thyself  with  Him, 

Child  of  the  dust ; 
Thy  cares  and  burdens  day  by  day 
Bring  boldly  at  His  feet  to  lay  ; 

All  merciful  and  just ! 
So  shalt  thou  bear  a  song  away 

Of  perfect  trust. 

5  Ac(|uaint  thyself  with  Him, 

So  discord  all  shall  cease. 
So  faith  shall  Kdeu  build  again 
Above  earth's  weariness  and  pain, 
And  »'very  mystery  shine   plain 

In  (Jod's  complete  release  ; 
Aopiaiiit  thyself  with  His  sweet  reign 

And  be  at  peace. 

Miaa  ■.  B.  WIK8LOW. 


1 


GOSPEL    INVITATION. 

Gen.     tI  :  3. 

1  Say.  sinner!  hath  a  voice  within 

Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul. 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin. 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  Gu<i'8  control  ? 

2  Sinner  I  it  wa.s  a  heavenly  voice, — 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call  ; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice. 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light  ; 

Regard,  in  time,  the  warning  kind; 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight. 
And  yet  the  gsite  of  mercy  find. 

4  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

\\  ith  hardened,  self-<lestroying  man  ; 
Ye  who  persist  His  love  to  grieve. 
May  never  hear  His  voice  again. 

5  Sinner!  perhaps,  fids  very  day. 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  I»o  : 
Oh  I  shonldst  thou  grieve  Him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee, 
min.  A.  n.  iiTDE. 


LET   HIM    ALONEI 

'T  is  your  IVfaker.  O  mortal,  whose  voice  of  woe 

Is  bidding  farewell  to  your  heart ; 
He  has  |)leaded  for  entrance  in  accents  low. 

Hut  ever  you  bade  Him  depart : 
Oh  !  grieve  not  the  Spirit.  lest  this  Ix'  its  moan  : 

"  He  is  joined  to  his  idcds,  let  him  alone." 
Let  Ilim  alone. 
The  dear  Saviour  is  standing  outside  vour  heart 

And  knocking,  still  knocking  in  vain ; 
He  is  waiting  in  patienct-  and  U)ve,  apart, 

Your  bidding  to  come  and  remain  ; 
Oh  I  answer  the  summons,  or  hear  this  sad  moan : 

"  He  is  joined  to  his  iilols.  let  him  alone." 
Let  him  alone. 
He  has  woo'd  yon  so  often  with  promises  sweet. 

To  freely  forgive  and  to  bless. 
Hail  you  only  Im-cii  willing  to  kneel  at  His  feet, 

.Ml  the  sins  of  your  soul  to  confess. 
Oh  !  believe  and  aei*ept  Him,  for  s.id  is  the  moan  : 

"  He  is  joined  to  his  idols,  let  him  alone." 
Let  him  alone. 
You  are  clinging  to  idols  which  fJo<l  bids  vou  leave, 

Karth's  treasures  and  cares  till  your  breast ; 
Yield  to  .lesus  the  homa-re  He  waits  to  receive. 

And  seek  for  your  soul  life  and  rest. 
Shall  eternity  echo,  forever,  tliis  moan: 

"He  is  joineil  to  his  idols,  let  him  alone." 
Let  Ilim  alone. 

tl.Uat  OUTBIL      ICt. 

8*1  to  mniic  and  ooprrisbtol  hf  bkv.  s.  l  ohkob.    Cicd  tv  vm. 


612 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


WHERE   ARE    WE   DRIFTING? 

"  H«  that  oreroomotb,  the  nme  Bball  be  clothed  in  wliiU' niinuut."— Rer.  til :  S. 

1  Tlu!  scu  of  lifi',  —  it  is  (li-ep  and  wide, 

Ami  countless  the  treasures  that  'neath  it  hide ; 
The  currents  of  life  are  full  and  strong, 

With  counter  currents  of  right  and  wrong- 
Let  us  ask  ourselves,  as  we  float  along, 

Where,  Oh  !  where  are  we  drifting  ? 

2  Ah  !  who  the  billows  can  safely  ride  ? 

What  craft  lias  the  power  to  breast  the  tide  ? 
The  maelstroms  of  life  are  strong  and  deep, 

And  some  on  the  edge  of  the  vortex  sleep ; 
Let  us  iisk  ourselves,  as  our  waU^iIi  we  keep, 

Where,  Oh  !  where  are  we  drifting  ? 

ORACE   H.   HORR. 

Set  to  Music  by  asa  ni'LL,  iu  "  Golden  Sbeaf." 

SOWING   THE    SEED. 

Ss  k  7,   witb  Chorus. 

1  Sowing  the  seed  by  the  daylight  fair, 
Sowing  the  seed  by  the  noonday  glare. 
Sowing  tiie  seed  by  the  fading  light, 
Sowing  the  seed  in  the  solemn  night : 

Oh  !  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 
Cho. — Sown  in  the  darkness  or  sown  in  the  light. 

Sown  in  our  weakness  or  sown  iu  our  might. 
Gathered  in  time  or  eternity, 
Sure,  ah !  sure  will  the  harvest  be. 

2  Sowing  the  seed  by  the  wayside  high, 
Sowing  the  seed  on  the  rocks  to  die. 
Sowing  the  seed  where  the  thorns  will  spoil, 
Sowing  the  seed  iu  the  fertile  soil  : 

Oh  !  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 

3  Sowing  the  seed  with  an  acliing  heart, 
Sowing  the  seed  while  the  tear-drops  start, 
Sowing  in  ho|)e  till  tiie  reapers  come, 
Gladly  to  gather  the  harvest  home  : 

Oh  !   what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 

EMILY   8.    OAKKr. 

THE   WORD    DIVINE. 
"Nor  dninkanU.... shall  inherit  the  kingdom  o(  God."— i  Cor.  tI:  10. 

1  No  pearly  gate  on  hinge  of  gold 

Shall  ever  swing  ajar  for  tiiose 
Who  just  for  drink  their  birth-right  sold, 
To  heav'nly  joy  and  sweet  repose. 
CnoRUS — O  ye  who  tarry  at  the  wine  I 

Yet  tiiink  to  see  that  land  so  fair, 
Renieniher  'tis  tiie  word  divine. 

No  drunkard  e'er  shall  enter  there. 

2  No  heav'nly  street  with  golden  pave, 

Nor  Tree  of  Lif«;,  with  healing  leaves  ; 
Nor  liarp.  nor  crown,  hath  l)een  prepared 
For  one  who  thus  the  Master  {jrieves. 


3  No  welcome  voice  will  greet  his  ear 

From  loved  ones  who  liave  crossed  the  strand ; 
In  vain  they'll  wait  his  coming  home  ; 
His  eyes  shall  ne'er  behold  that  land. 

4  Then  hear  the  Father's  voice  to-day  ; 

And,  lest  to-morrow  prove  too  late, 
Make  now  thy  choice,  forsake  the  glass. 
And  pardon  seek  at  Mercy's  gate. 

MISH   M.   E.    HEBVOgg. 

Set  to  Music  by  JA8.  E.  Murray.    Nov.,  1879. 
From  "Tempenince  Light,"  published  by  OUvcr  Uitsoii  &  Co.,  by  per. 

THY    BROTHER'S    BLOOD 

Genesis  iv  :  10.    Psalm  ix  :  12. 
L.  M. 

1  Thy  brother's  blood !  thy  brother's  blood  ! 

It  crieth  to  me  from  tlie  ground  ; 
And  when  unerring  search  is  made. 

Where  shall  its  crimson  stain  be  found? 

2  It  may  not  call  from  lonely  field, 

From  forest  dark,  or  rocky  dell ; 

The  cry  may  sound  from  village  street 

Or  crowded  thorouglifare  as  well. 

3  There  is  a  woe  to  him  who  builds 

A  town  with  violence  or  wrong  ; 
Who  proudly  sets  his  nest  on  high. 

And  iu  his  neighbor's  spoil  grows  strong. 

4  There  is  a  woe  to  him  who  puts 

The  bottle  to  his  neighbor's  lips  ; 

Who  seeks  to  cover  guilt  with  gold — 

His  sun  shall  find  a  sure  eclipse. 

5  From  blighted  homes  comes  up  the  cry, 

From  starving  orphans  bursts  the  call, 
From  ruined  manhood's  reeling  step. 
From  tempted  childhood's  fatal  fall.- 

6  With  step  erect,  and  fame  untouched, 

In  robes  by  fellow-meu  held  fair, 

Al)ove  his  victim's  blood-stained  path. 

His  foe  may  walk  without  a  care. 

7  But  when  he  comes  whose  practiced  eye 

Incjuires  for  blood,  't  will  then  be  vain 
To  cover  o'er  or  seek  to  cleanse 

From  red-hued  skirts  the  fatal  stain. 

8  Thy  brother's  blood  !  thy  brother's  blood ! 

It  crieth  to  me  from  the  ground ; 
And  when  unerring  search  is  made. 

Where  shall  the  crimson  stain  be  found  ? 

JULIA  F.   BALLARD,     188L 

THE   GOLDEN   SCEPTER. 

1  By  the  law  condemned  to  perish, 
Vain  for  help  I  cry  ; 
Is  tlu're  none  to  hear  my  pleading  ? 
Must  I  surely  die  ? 
Chobus — See  the  scepter  !  jirecious  promise  ! 
Jesus  help  can  give  ; 
By  the  hand  of  love  extended, 
All  may  touch  and  live. 


GOSPEL  TEMPERANCE.     REPENTANCE.    ACCEPT  I  NO  CHRIST. 


/ilS 


2  Will  II<!  tako  a  soul  in  trouble, 

Willi  no  oilier  plea 
Bui  a  need  of  love  and  pardon  ? 
Will  lie,  even  me  ? 

3  May  I  come  with  all  my  ruin  ? 

All  my  sorrows  hiinj;? 
Can  I  thus  approach  the  Saviour? 
Thus  address  the  King  'i 

MRR.   E.  C.   ELL.4WOHTII. 

Set  to  Huaic  by  w.  i.  UAitTsuoitN,    Uy  iwr.  UuvlU  C.  Cuuk. 


PEACE'    BE    STILL! 

"  Jcaiu  rcbukud  ihu  vriuil.  uiiil  mhl  unto  tho  soa,  Puttoe  '.  bo  still  I" 
Mtirk  iv  :  33. 

1  Master,  the  tempest  is  rajo^ing ! 

The  billows  are  tossing  high  I 
The  sky  is  o'ershadowed  wiili  blackness, 

No  shelter  or  help  is  nigh  ; 
"  Carest  Thou  not  that  we  perish  ?  " 

IIow  canst  Thou  lie  asleep. 
When  each  moment  so  madly  is  thrcat'ning 

A  grave  in  the  angry  deep  ? 

2  Master,  with  anguish  of  spirit 

I  bow  in  my  grief  to-<lay  ; 
The  depths  of  my  sad  heart  are  troubled  ; 

Oh  I  waken  and  save,  I  pray  ! 
Torrents  of  sin  and  of  anguisli 

Sweep  o'er  my  sinking  soul ; 
And  I  perish  I  I  perish  !  dear  Master ; 

Oh  !  hasten,  and  take  control. 

3  Master,  the  terror  is  over, 

The  elements  sweetly  rest ; 
Earth's  sun  in  the  calm  lake  is  mirrored, 

Anrl  heaven's  within  my  breast ; 
Linger,  O  bless<  d  Redeemer, 

Leave  me  alone  no  more  ; 
And  with  joy  1  shall  make  the  blest  harbor, 

And  rest  on  the  blissful  shore. 

MIRH  M.  A.  BAKER. 

Bet  to  Music  by  dr.  b.  a.  PAJjfCB,  uid  luetl  by  pur. 


3  I  cainiot  ask  Thee  to  restore 

The  v«'ars  of  canker  and  of  blight. 
For  Thou  ha^t  called  me  o'er  and  o'er. 

Anil  sought  me  through  the  long,  dark  night ; 
I  cannot  ask  it,  Lt)rd,  but  see, — 
I  bring  a  broken  heart  to  Thee! 

4  And  Father,  thoui;h  my  heart  Ik-  dead, 

A  look  from  Thet!  shall  bid  it  rise  ; 
I  feel  u|)f)n  my  bi'nde«l  head 

The  holy  i>ity  of  Thine  eyes; 

The  waste  and  wilderness  are  past — 
My  Father's  bouso  at  last,  at  last! 

XA»Y  A.   LATnill'RT. 

NowYoik,  UU. 

SHOW   ME   THE   FATHER. 

1  "  Show  me  the  Father,"  Lonl, 
Thine  all-pervading  love  reveal, 

My  harj)  in  every  chord 
Hath  loss,  if  Thou  Thy  heart  conceal. 

Frozen  but  for  Thy  sun. 
Blind  to  all  goml  but  for  Thy  light. 

Helpless,  at  sea,  alone, 
H  Thou  illumine  not  my  nigbt. 

2  On  all  my  being  lies 

The  great  seal  of  the  Sovereign  Soul ! 

I  l)lindly  recognize 
My  King !  and  bow  to  His  controL 

liin<l  me  by  dearer  ties. 
My  heart  finds  in  Thy  love  its  sun, 

Dawn  on  its  waiting  eyes, 

0  infinitely  mighty  One. 

3  Where  art  Thou,  Father,  where  ? 

1  call  Thee  both  by  prayer  ami  song; 

Thy  power  and  love  and  care 
Shall  circle  all  my  groping  wrong. 

Thy  sore-pressed  child  fears  not 
If  but  Thy  strong  right  hand  is  here ; 

The  .sorrowfullest  lot 
Finds  sucrediicss  when  Thou  art  near. 

laAIM>aB  OU.BERT  J».ri^ET. 

CbioBgo.  1881 


THE    PRODIGAL. 

1  My  Father,  if  these  lips  defiled 

May  call  Thee  by  that  sacred  name, 
A  weary  waiulerer,  once  Thy  child. 

Comes  burdened  with  his  years  of  shame, 
A  wrecked  an<l  wasted  life  to  cast 
Upon  Thy  love  at  last,  at  last ! 

2  From  years  of  pain  and  poverty. 

From  barren  wastes  of  dark  flespair, 
I  stretch  my  helpless  hands  to  Thee  ; 

Deny  me  not  a  refu^re  there  ! 
Deny  me  not  tlie  one  retreat 
For  i)cace  and  pardon  at  Thy  feet. 


SHOW   ME   THE   WAY. 

1  Show  me  the  way  that  le.ids  to  the  true  life, 

I  do  not  care  what  tempests  m.ay  assail  me  ; 
I  shall  l)e  given  cfiurage  for  the  strife  ; 

1  know  my  strength  will  not  desert  or  fail  me; 
I  know  that  I  shall  conquer  in  the  fray, — 
.Show  me  the  wjiy. 

2  Show  me  the  way  up  to  a  higher  plane, 

Where  IkkIv  shall  be  ser^'ant  of  the  soul ; 
I  do  not  care  what  tides  of  woe  or  pain 

Across  my  life  their  angry  waves  may  roll. 
If  I  but  n-ach  the  end  I  seek  some  day, — 
Show  ine  the  way. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


3  Show  mo  tlio  wny  a1»ovo  all  little  aims. 

All  foolish  sorrows  and  l)elittliii<(  pleasures, 
Above  small  triiiinplis  ovtr  littlu  ^aiiis. 

Above  vain  <jrievin^  for  unworthy  treasures, 
Up  to  those  heights  where   these  things  seem  child's 
play. 

Show  me  the  way. 

4  Show  me  the  way  to  that  calm,  perfect  peace, 

Which  springs  from  inward  consciousness  of  right, 
To  where  these  conflicts  with  the  flesh  shall  cease, 

And  self  shall  radiate  with  the  spirit's  light. 
Though  hard  the  journey  and  the  strife,  Lord,  pray. 
Show  me  the  way. 

ELLA   n'lIEELF.R. 

MadiMD,  Wis.,  1883. 
TEMPERANCE    HYMN. 

*  Tlii^  wliole  head  is  sick  and  the  heart  faint."  Isaiah. 

1  Thou  healer  of  the  broken  heart, 

Helpless  we  come  to  Thee  for  aid: 
Leprous  with  sin  we  stand  apart. 

Distressed,  sore  tempted  and  dismayed. 

2  Our  feeble  thought  scarce  knows  the  right; 

Our  waywai'd  will  consents  to  sin, 
We  have  no  wisdom,  power,  nor  might, 
Debased  without,  defiled  within. 

3  Yet  doth  Thy  long  compassion  wait. 

With  yearning  pity  to  forgive. 
To  save  us  from  our  lost  estate, 
To  bid  us  turn  again  and  live. 

4  Still  with  the  dew  Thy  locks  are  wet, 

Thy  feet  are  travel-stained  and  sore, 
Thv  weary  eyelids  fail,  and  yet 

Heboid,  Thou  standest  at  the  door! 

5  Create,  O  Lord,  our  hearts  anew  ; 

Shine  on  the  chaos  of  the  soul  ; 
In  us  the  power  of  sin  subdue. 

Till  we  are  every  whit  made  whole. 

Hits     £.    E.    MARCT 

Evauston,  III.  1883. 

I    WILL   ARISE  'and   STAND. 

This  day  I  will  arise  and  stand,  lift  up  my  face, 
Stand  soul  and  body  at  my  highest  height; 
True  to  my  loftiest  thought,  and  froiri  my  place 
Will  clamor  for  the  soul's  divinest  right — 
The  right  to  trust  itself  and  face  the  light. 
I  cannot  lend  to  you  a  helping  hand, 
I  only  show  you  that  a  soul  may  stand. 
That  you  may  say,  "  One  stands  as  weak  as  I ; 
I  will  ari.se  and  stand  beside  him  there." 
Then  it  shall  comc!  to  pass  some  other  day, 
That  irom  tlie  ground  the  lowest  and  the  least 
Will  clatnber  uji  and  smiling  on  us  say, 
•'  Lo !   Man  hath  risen  to  his  own  estate ; 
Behold !  The  dust  of  death  iiath  blown  away." 

nEI.KN    WII.MANR. 

In  ••  Woman's  World."    188.5. 


THE    MOURNING    WANDERER. 

"The  backslider  Id  heart  shall  be  filled  with  his  own  ways." 

1  Oh  !  could  I  feel  and  know  again 

The  joy  of  sins  forgiven ; 
That  living  faith  that  works  by  love, 
And  points  the  soul  to  heaven. 
Chorus — I  will  arise,  no  more  delay, 
I'll  seek  a  Father's  face ; 
My  sins  confess.  His  pardon  ask, 
And  fly  to  His  embrace. 

2  My  burdened  heart  to  Jesus,  then, 

Could  tell  its  every  care ; 
Could  lean  confiding  on  His  breast. 
And  find  a  blessing  there. 

3  Why  did  I  lose  the  guiding  star 

That  cheered  me  on  ray  way  ? 

Why  did  I  heed  the  tempter's  voice. 

And  cease  to  watch  and  pray  ? 

4  Dear  Father,  take  the  wanderer  back. 

Thy  erring  child  forgive; 
Restore  me  to  Thy  love  once  more. 
And  teach  me  how  to  live. 

FANNY  CROSBY.     In  "SinginK  Pilgrim." 
Copyright,  1866,  and  set  to  music  by  PuiLir  i-uilliph. 
Used  by  per. 


CALLING,   CALLING,    DO   WE    HEAR? 

Tune  —  "  Knockinij." 

1  Calling!  calling  I  do  we  hear  ? 
("ailing!  calling!  Oh!  how  near. 
From  poor  souls  by  sin  benighted, 
From  sad  homes  by  sin  made;  drear. 
Ask  that  prayer  may  be  availing  ! 
For  a  blessing  to  appear. 

2  Calling!  calling!  lovestme? 
Calling  !  calling  !   tenderly  ; 

How  we  need  the  Christ  you're  loving. 
Want  to  serve  the  God  you  fear; 
See  the  sunshine  of  His  grace 
Saviour  of  a  ruined  race. 

3  Calling!  calling!  Oh!  how  clear ; 
Calling!  calling!  yes, 't  is  near  ; 
Oh  !  for  peace  which  is  divine. 
For  that  hope  which  may  be  mine. 
For  a  taste  of  life  that's  sweet. 
For  a  place  at  Jesus'  feet. 

4  Calling  !  calling  !  let  us  heed  ; 
Calling!  calling!  strange  indeed! 
Sin-sick  soul  with  error  rife. 
With  no  hope  for  blessed  life, 
Infinite  love  the  answer  gives. 
Prayer  by  faith,  in  heaven  lives. 

MRS.    L.    I)     W.    FLBRIS. 

Deluiar.  lutra.     1884. 


TEMPERANCE.     REPENTANCE.     ACCEPTING  CHRIST. 


515 


TOO  LATE. 


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Is  there  :i  spell  thy  terrors  to  assuage? 

4  Too  late — too  lato  !     O  sinner,  li.isten  now. 
Thy  Saviour  seek,  and  sweet  redeiuption  find. 

TOO    LATE. 

1  Too  late — too  late  I      How  heavily  that  phrase 

Comes,  like  a  knell,  upon  the  slunliiering  ear, 
Telling  of  slighted  duties,  wasted  days. 

Of  privilegi's  lost,  of  hopes  onee  dear 
Now  (|uenched  in  gloom  and  darkness.     Words  like 
these 

The  worldling's  callous  heart  must  penetrate; 
All  that  he  might  have  lte»Mi  in  thought   he  sees, 

And  sorrows  o'er  his  present  wreek — too  late. 

2  Too  lato — too  lato  !     The  pro<ligal  who  strays 

Through  the  dint  groves  and  winding  iiowersof  sin  ; 
The  cold  and  f.-dse  deeeiver.  who  iietrays 
The  trusting  heart  he  fondly  toiled  to  win  ; 


The  spendthrift,  scattering  his  golden  store. 
And  left  in  age  despised  and  desolate. 

All  may  their  faults  confess,  forsake.  d«plore. 
Yet  struggle  to  retrieve  the  past — too  laic. 

3  Too  late — too  late !     O  dark  and  fatal  ban. 

Is  there  a  spell  thy  terrors  to  assuage  ? 
There  is,  there  is  !  but  seek  it  not  from  man  : 

Seek  for  tlie  healing  balm  in  (Jml's  own  p.tge  ; 
Re.'id  of  thy  Saviour's  love,  to  Ilitn  rejiair ; 

lie  looks  with  jiity  on  tliy  guilty  state; 
Kiuel  at  Mis  throne  in  deep  and  fervent  prayer. 

Kneel  and  repent,  ere  yet  it  b» — I(m>  late. 

4  Too  late — too  lute  !     That  direful  sound  |tortenda 

Sorn»w  on  earth,  but  not  inuuortal  pain  ; 
Thou  niayst  have  lost  the  eonlidence  of  friends. 

The  love  of  kindn-d  thou  tnayst  ne'er  re;;aiii  ; 
Hnt  there  is  One  al>ove  who  marks  thy  tears. 

And  o|)es  for  thee  salvation's  golden  gate  ; 
Come  then,  poor  mourm-r,  cust  awav  thy  fears, 

Uvlievu  and  cuter — it  is  not  tuu  lut<-. 


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IS  IT  FAR,  DO  YOU  THINK,  TO  THE  SAVIOUR? 


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518 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


COME  UNTO  ME. 


J.  8. 


Mat.  zi:  28. 


EMMA  L.  MORTON. 


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3.  Come    un  -    to  me!     To  what  does  He     rail 

4.  Come   un  -    to  me!    But  how.whi-n  lie   calls 

5.  Com"   un  -    to  me!    Ob!  when  does  He    call 


me?    Im  -  man   -  u  -  el.     Je     -    sus,  who  died     on  the 

me?    Tlie  voice     of  the   law        and  of    conscience  witli- 

me?   To   peace  thro' His  hlood      and  ac  -  cept- ance  with 

me.   Can     Je  -    sus  give  rest         to  a      sin  -    nerlike 

me?  E'en  now,  ere  the    sea     -    son  of    grace    pass  a- 

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aOSPEL  TEMPERAyCE.     REPENTACE.    ACCEPTiyO  CHRIST. 


51'J 


THE  CLEANSING  WAVE. 


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WO  MA  If  IN  SACRED  SONG. 

JESUS,  MY  MASTER. 


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522 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


LAMB   OF   GOD. 

Tune  —  "  Children  of  the  Heavenly  Kini/.' 

1  Laiiil)  of  CJnd,  with  bleeding  feet, 
Standing  at  the  mercy-seat, 
Pleading  those  dear  wounds  of  love, 
For  our  sins,  with  God  above, 
Thou  art  strong  our  souls  to  save, 
Victor  over  cross  and  grave. 

2  Thou  art  gone  the  vail  within, 
Bearing  ransom  for  our  sin. 
Blood  of  sprinkling  to  atoue 
At  the  Kather's  altar-throne  ! 
Lamb  of  God,  by  sinners  slain. 
Plead  for  me  Thy  bitter  pain. 

3  With  a  glory  streaming  now 

From  the  thorn-prints  on  Tliy  brow, 
And  Thy  priestly  vesture  dyed 
With  the  blood  from  out  Thy  side, 
Thou  who  once  on  earth  didst  bleed, 
Livcst  still  to  intercede. 

4  Through  Thy  blood  our  souls  draw  nigh 
To  the  throne  of  God  most  liigh  ; 
Bold  through  Thee,  our  hands  lay  hold 
Of  that  altar,  whieli  of  old 

None  could  toucli ;  but  Thou  hast  died, 
God,  through  Thee,  is  reconciled. 

EDITH  R.  WII^ON. 

Set  to  Music  by  T.  martin  towns.    By  per  D.  C.  Cook. 


WILL   YOU    DECIDE    FOR   JESUS? 

"  Wilt  thou  not  from  this  time  cry  unto  me,  My  Father,  Thou  art   the 
Guide  of  my  youth?"  —  Jer.  iii :  4. 

1  Will  you  decide  for  Jesus  ? 

Will  you  decide  for  Him? 
AVho  gave  His  life  so  precious, 

Thy  lost  life  to  redeem  ? 
No  other  friend  can  love  thee 

With  love  as  great  as  His  ; 
To  spurn  Him  is  eternal  woe  ; 

To  love  eternal  bliss. 

2  Will  you  decide  for  Jesus  — 

You  who  have  grieved  Him  long? 
He  knows  that  heart  so  faithless. 

And  yet  His  love  is  strong. 
Thy  sins  it  was  that  pierced  Him, 

Thy  sins  for  which  He  died. 
Can  you  reject  His  pardon  ? 

Oh  !  why  not  now  decide  ? 

3  Will  you  decide  for  Jesus?  — 

For  Him  to  live  and  die? 
Has  Satan  satisfied  you  ? 

Why  then  still  serve  him,  why? 
Oh  I   banish  indecision. 

From  that  weak,  wavering  mind, 
And  fiecide  for  .Ti;sus, 

And  in  Him  pardon  iiud  ! 


Will  you  decide  for  Jesus  ? 

Will  you  deci<le  to-day  ? 
Clirist  beckons  thee,  0  sinner, 

Why  wilt  thou  turn  away  ? 
Beside  thee  now  He  standeth  — 

He  may  not  call  again  ; 
Why  dost  thou  spurn  His  mercy  ? 

Why  give  Him  so  much  pain? 

Will  you  decide  for  Jesus  ? 

Will  you  decide  just  now  ? 
Oh  !  yield  to  His  entreaties  — 

Now,  now  before  Him  bow  ! 
The  Sj)irit  now  is  pleading. 

The  Bride  just  now  says  "  come," 
To-morrow  they  may  leave  thee, 

Why  should  you  longer  roam  ? 

Will  you  decide  for  Jesus  ? 

Time  passes  swiftly  by. 
The  long,  long  home  is  nearing. 

And  you  will  have  to  die  ; 
Will  have  to  leave  earth's  pleasures, 

P^arth's  emptiness  and  woe. 
Oh  !  ask  yourself  the  question, — 

And  where  shall  I  then  go  ? 

Will  you  decide  for  Jesus  ? 

He  asks  it  now  of  thee. 
Thy  heart  must  give  an  answer- — 

^VTiat  shall  the  answer  be  ? 
Oh  !  ere  the  Christ  has  left  thee. 

Oh  !  while  heaven's  gates  stand  wide, 
While  yet  the  Spirit  pleadeth, 

Cry  —  "  Lord,  I  wUl  decide  ! 

"  I  will  decide  for  .Tesus, 

I  will  decide  for  Thee  ! 
Just  now  I  take  the  pardon 

Which  Thou  dost  offer  me. 
I  will  decide  for  Jesus, 

For  Him  to  live  and  die  ; 
Now  I  am  Thine,  Lord  Jesus, 

For  Thou  hast  heard  my  cry  !  " 

FillRUE  THORNTON. 
In-"  Herald  of  Mercy." 


OPPRESSED    BY   SIN. 

Tune — "Jesuf,  lover  0/  my  toiU." 

Weary,  weak,  by  sin  oppressed. 

Father,  come  I  now  for  rest, 
Pi'ofligate  and  vile  I've  been, 

Foremost  in  the  ways  of  sin. 
Father,  I  no  more  will  roam  ; 

Humbly,  now  I  seek  Thy  home, 
Thy  forgiveness  I  implore; 

ilelp  me  that  I  sin  no  more. 


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2  Worthy  not  of  any  place 

Witli  the  cliililnu  ol'  Thy  grace, 
lie  a  servant's  portion  mine, 
Since  I've  slighted  love  like  Thine. 
Hast  Tiiou  come  to  meet  Thy  cliild, 
WretduMl,  poor,  hy  sin  defiled? 
Surely  Thou  wilt  hear  my  plea. 
And  be  merciful  to  me. 

MKS.  J.  iiiTcncoc-K.    187i>. 

Bet  to  Mlulc  l>y  A.  J.    AHIIEY. 

Uied  by  iwr.  D.  C.  Couk. 

WHITE    AS   SNOW. 

1  "  White  as  snow  !  "  Oh  !  what  a  promise 

For  the  heavy-laden  breast. 
When  by  faith  the  soul  receives  it,  / 

Weariness  is  changed  to  rest. 

2  "  Red  like  crimson,"  deep  as  scarlet. 

Scarlet  of  tlu;  deepest  dye, 
Are  the  manifold  transj^rcssions 
Which  upon  my  conscience  lie. 

3  (Joil  alone  can  count  the  number, 

God  alone  can  look  within  ; 

Oh  !  the  sinfulness  of  sinning  ; 

Oh!  the  guilt  of  every  sin. 

4  Heavy-laden,  worn  and  weary, 

To  the  promises  let  me  go : 
"  Though  your  sins  may  be  as  scarlet. 
They  shall  be  as  white  as  snow." 

CATHARINE   HANKir 

8«t  to  Hiuic  by  wilxiam  jounhoh. 

THE   CRY   OF   THE   PENITENT. 

Tune—"  Saviour,  like  a  Skephrrd  Uad  tu." 

1  Father,  I  have  heard  Thee  calling 

In  sweet  accents,  "  Come  to  me  ;  " 
Very  far  away  I've  wandered, 
But  I'm  coming  now  to  Thee. 
Chorus — Father,  Father,  I  am  coming. 

Nevermore  from  Thee  to  roam. 
While  I  hear  Thy  sweet  voice  calling. 
Father,  I  am  coming  home. 

2  Ijong  Christ's  spirit  has  hcen  pleading 

At  the  throne  of  Go<\  for  me. 
But  I'm  coming  now.  my  Father, 
All  unworthy  though  I  be. 

3  In  Thy  loving-kindness.  Father, 

All  my  trespasses  forgive ; 
Jesus,  who  h.ath  died  for  sinners. 
Teach,  Oh  I  teach  me  how  to  live. 

4  Oh  I  my  Father,  all  unworthy 

Am  I  of  Thy  tenderest  love. 
By  which  Thou  wouMst  draw  Thy  children 
To  the  heavenly  home  above. 

KLIZA   mllRMAN. 

Set  to  Miulc  by  w     I-    HAItTTinORM. 

From  a*b.  S<-bu,>l  Vtuutcrly.     U.  ('   ('<nk. 


PENITENCE. 

Tuoe  —  ■■  Furlvortue  Hymn." 

1  Listen,  Oh  !  listen,  our  Father  all  holy  ! 

Humble  and  sorrowful,  owning  my  sin, 
Hear  me  confess,  in  my  i)enitt;nce  lowly. 
How  in  my  weakness  temptation  came  in. 

2  I'ity  me  now,  for,  my  Fatln  r,  no  sorrow 

KviT  can  be  like  the  pain  that  I  know, 
Wiien  I  remember  that  all  througii  to-morrow 
Missing  the  light  of  Thy  love  I  may  go. 

3  For  Thy  forgiveness,  the  gift  I  am  seeking. 

Nothing,  Oh!   nothing  I  offer  to  Thee! 
Thou  to  my  sinful  and  sad  sjiirit  s|H-aking, 
(jiving  forgiveness  giv'st  all  things  to  me. 

4  Keep  me,  my  Father,  Oh  !  keep  me  from  falling, 

I  had  not  sinned  had  I  felt  Thou  wert  nigh ; 
Speak  when  the  voice  of  the  tem|>ter  is  calling, 

So  that  temptation  before  Thee  may  <ly. 
6  Tho'ts  of  ray  sin  much  more  humble  shall  make  me; 

For  Thy  forgiveness  I'll  love  Thee  the  more : 
So  keep  me  humble  until  Thou  shall  take  me 

Where  sin  and  sorrow  forever  are  o'er. 

MBM.   M.   B.   C.  ILAOI. 
Ill  "UoodTlOMI.  * 


DESIRES. 

1  More  faith,  dear  Lord,  more  faith ! 

Take  all  these  doubt.s  away  ; 
Oh  !  let  the  sim|)le  word.s,  "//e  aaith" 
Confirm  my  faith  each  day. 

2  More  hope,  dear  Lonl,  more  ho|)e! 

To  concpier  timid  fear. 
To  cheer  life's  path,  as  on  I  gro|>e. 
Till  heaven's  own  light  a|>|)ear. 

3  More  love,  dear  Lord,  more  love! 

Such  as  on  earth  was  Thine ; 
All  graces  anil  all  gifts  alwve. 
Unselfish  love  be  mine. 

MIUI.    K    r     Kixxir. 

Scminlt.  K.  J.    Ittt. 

LORD,    I    BELIEVE.   HELP  THOU    MINE 
UNBELIEF." 

1  Lord,  I  l)elieve  Thy  gracious  Wonl. 

Thv  |)roniise  full  of  love   I  claim, 
And  at  Thy  footstool  lK)wing  low, 
A<lore  Thy  holy  name. 

2  All.  all  I  now  resign  to  Thee, 

Oh  !  make  my  life  and  ."^oul  all  Thine, 
Me  cleanse  from  every  sin  and  stain, 
And  save  through  gnice  Divine. 

3  TriHtin^,  I  cast  my  ho|>es  and  fc.irs 

( )n  Tliee,  my  Saviour  and  my  King ; 
B«'lieving,  rest  in  sweet  rejK>se, 
While  to  Thv  Cross  I  cliug. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


4  Helpless  and  weak  I  come  to  Thee, 

Oh  !  k't  me  trust  Thee  more  aud  more, 
Till  I  siiail  gain  the  perfect  day, 
Wheu  doubts  aud  cares  are  o'er. 

5  Thus  firm  in  faith  and  hope  and  love, 

Let  me  still  find  in  Thee  relief ; 
Oh  !  let  me  never  doubt  Thee  more, 
Help  Thou  miue  unbelief. 

MRS.  LAURA  PRICK. 

New  Orleaos  "Christian  Advocate,"  1831 


DO   NOT   PASS   ME. 

1  Pass  me  not,  O  gentle  Saviour, 

Hear  my  humble  cry  ; 
"VVTiile  on  others  Thou  art  smiling. 
Do  not  pass  me  by. 

2  Let  me  at  Thy  throne  of  mercy 

Find  a  sweet  relief  ; 
Kneeling  there  in  deep  contrition, 
Help  my  unbelief. 

3  Trusting  only  in  Thy  merit, 

Would  I  seek  Thy  face  ; 
Ileal  my  wounded,  broken  spirit. 
Save  me  by  Thy  grace. 

4  Thou  the  Spring  of  all  my  comfort. 

More  than  life  to  me. 
Whom  on  earth  have  I  beside  Thee, 
Whom  in  heaven  but  Thee  1 


Copyright,  1870,  by  W.  H.  Doane. 


MRS.  T.  C.  VAN  ALsmm; 
Used  by  per.  Biglow  &  Main. 


PRAYER   FOR    PURITY. 
Bomans  viii:  & 

1  How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 

Unconscious  of  its  load ! 
The  heart,  unchanged,  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught,  beneath  a  power  divine, 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'T  is  Thine,  Almighty  Spirit !  Thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

S  'T  is  Thine  the  passions  to  recall, 
And  upward  bid  them  rise ; 
To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darkened  eyes  ; 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 
And  bid  the  sinner  live  ; 
A  l)eara  of  heaven,  a  vit^il  ray, 
'T  is  Thiue  alone  to  give. 


Oh  !  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours. 

And  give  them  life  divine  ; 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 

Almighty  Lord,  be  Thiue. 


ANNE  8TEELE,  1760: 


PRAYER    FOR    FORGIVENESS. 

1  How  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart 

Has  wandered  from  the  Lord ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart. 
Forgetful  of  His  word  ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls —  "  Return  !  " 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  : 
Oh !  take  the  wanderer  home  ! 

3  And  canst  Thou, —  wilt  Thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live 
To  speak  Thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace.  Thy  healing  power, 

How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
A  heart  so  vile  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 
Oh !  keep  me  at  Thy  sacred  feet. 
And  Jet  me  rove  no  more  ! 

AXKE  STBKLB, 


THE    PRODIGAL'S   RETURN. 


Tune- 


C.  M. 

"  Dundee." 


1  The  prodigal,  with  streaming  eyes. 

From  folly  just  awake. 
Reviews  his  wanderings  with  surprise ; 
His  heart  begins  to  break. 

2  "  I  starve,"  he  cries,  "  nor  can  I  bear 

The  famine  in  this  land, 
Wiiile  servants  of  my  Father  share 
The  bounty  of  his  hand. 

3  "  With  deep  repentance  I  '11  return 

And  seek  my  Father's  face  ; 
Unworthy  to  be  called  a  son, 
I  '11  ask  a  servant's  place. 

4  Far  off  the  Father  saw  him  move, 

In  pensive  silence  mourn, 
And  quickly  ran,  with  arms  of  love. 
To  welcome  his  return. 

5  Through  all  the  courts  the  tidings  flew. 

And  spread  the  joy  around; 
The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew, — 
The  long-lost  son  is  found  ! 


Hits.  LYDIA  H.  SIUOVBNET. 


GOSPEL  TEMPERANCE.     REPENTANCE.     ACCEPTING  CHRIHT. 


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BRINGING   ALL   TO   JESUS. 

1  I  bring  my  sins  to  Thee, 

Tlie  sius  I  cannot  count, 
That  all  may  cleausetl  be 

In  Thy  new-ojiened  I'ount. 
I  bring  them,  Saviour,  all  to  Thee, 
The  burden  is  too  great  for  me. 

2  My  heart  to  thee  I  bring, 

The  lieart  I  cannot  read  ; 
A  faithless,  wandering  thing, 

An  evil  heart  in<leed. 
I  bring  it,  Saviour,  now  to  Thee, 
That  fixed  and  faithful  it  may  be. 

3  To  Thee  I  bring  my  care. 

The  care  I  cannot  flee  ; 
Thou  wilt  not  only  share, 
15ut  bear  it  all  for  me. 

0  loving  Saviour,  now  to  Thee 

I  bring  the  load  that  wearies  me. 

4  I  bring  my  grief  to  Thee, 

The  grief  I  cannot  toll ; 
No  words  shall  needed  be. 
Thou  knowest  all  so  well. 

1  bring  the  sorrows  laid  on  me, 

0  sulYering  Saviour,  now  to  Thee. 

5  My  joys  to  Thee  I  bring, 

The  joys  Thy  love  hath  given. 
That  each  may  be  a  wing 
To  lift  me  nearer  heaven  ! 

1  bring  them.  Saviour,  all  to  Thee, 
For  Thou  hast  purchased  all  for  me. 

6  My  life  I  bring  to  Thee, 

I  would  not  be  my  own  ; 
0  Saviour,  let  me  be 

Thine  ever,  Thine  alone. 
]My  heart,  my  life,  my  all  I  bring 
To  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  King ! 

FRANCES  RIDLKY  HAVBROAI. 

HIS   GRIEF. 
"  And  It  ini«Tv(l  llim  at  Hii  heart"— G«n.  ri :  6. 

1  Does  it  grieve  Thee,  precious  Saviour  ? 

When  I  wilfully  refuse 
All  Thy  love,  so  freely  offered. 
In  the  gospel  of  "good  news?  " 

2  Docs  it  grieve  Thee  —  art  Thou  saddened  ? 

Can  it  be  Thou  carest  so  ? 
When,  to  quench  my  soul's  great  thirsting, 
I  to  "  broken  cisterns  "  go  ? 

3  And  when,  in  low  and  tlirilling  tones, 

I  hear  Thee  whispering  "come," 
Does  it  hurt  Thee  if  I  linger. 
Darkness  dre.ir  to  hasten  from  ? 

4  Yes,  I  know  T  wound  Thee  ever, 

Hy  my  folly,  blindness,  sin. 
And  I  know  my  soul  is  blackness 
Until  Thou  shait  enter  in. 

KATK  B.   LAMPTON.     Ittl 


AT   THE    DOOR. 

1  The  mistakes  of  my  \\U\  are  many, 

Tlu!  sins  of  my  lieart  art;  nmre  ; 
And  I  scarce  can  see  for  weeping. 
But  I  come  to  the  open  door. 

2  I  am  lowest  of  those  who  love  Him, 

I  am  weakest  of  those  who  pray  ; 
But  I'm  coming,  as  He  has  bidden. 

And  He  will  not  say  me  "  >«aj^" 
8  My  mistakes  His  love  will  cover, 

My  sins  He  will  wxkIi  away  ; 
And  the  feet  that  shrink  and  falter. 

Shall  walk  through  the  gates  of  day. 

4  If  I  turn  not  from  His  whisper. 

If  I  let  not  go  His  hand, 
I  shall  see  Him  in  His  beauty  — 
The  King  in  the  far-olY  lancL 

5  The  mistakes  of  my  life  are  many. 

And  my  soul  is  sick  with  sin  ; 
And  I  scarce  can  see  for  weeping, 
But  the  Lord  will  let  me  in. 


UNA  LonCK  BAILKT. 


SEEKING   FOR   REST. 

1  All  weary  with  the  cares  of  life, 

And  sore  distrost, 
Bending  beneath  thy  daily  toil. 

Seeking  for  rest. 
Open,  my  soul,  to  Him  who  fain 

Would  be  Thy  guest. 

2  Ah  !  He  will  bring  thee  calm  relief 

From  every  pain  ; 
He  knows  each  grief —  each  sin  Ho  calls 

By  its  true  name  ; 
And  He  alone  can  point  the  path 

His  peace  to  gain. 

3  And,  ever  thus.  He  waitcth  now 

Thy  friend  to  be, 
If  thou  but  lift  thy  heart  in  faith. 

His  f.aco  thou'lt  see, 
Fuller  of  love  than  mother's  smile 

E'er  beamed  on  thee. 

MART  TOWNLKT.     18 

TIRED. 

1  Tired,  so  tire<^l  of  waiting 

For  j>cace  that  still  delays  ; 
Tired,  so  tired  of  halting 

Bejtween  the  two  ]>athway8. 
Tired,  .so  tired,  O  Saviour ! 

Teach  me  to  walk  Thy  ways. 

2  Tired,  so  tired  of  treading 

The  dark,  niugli  path  of  sin ; 
Tired,  so  tired  of  having 

This  restless  heart  within. 
Tired,  so  tired,  O  Saviour ! 

Tiiy  peace  I  fain  would  win. 


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3  Tired,  so  tired  of  wandering 
Hungry  and  lainl  and  sore; 

Tired,  so  lired  of  standing 
Outside  tile  blessed  door. 

Tired,  so  tired,  O  Saviour  I 
Keep  me  from  straying  more. 


MAKE   THY   WILL    MINE. 


EI.l,r.S  OUTER. 
Truy,  PeuQ.    1882. 


I'LL    GO. 

1  "Why  perish  with  cold  and  with  hunger  ? 

Tliere's  jdenty  for  all  and  to  spare 

In  the  beautiful  home  of  my  Fallier, 

And  a  welcome  awaiting  me  there. 

2  I'll  go,  and  I'll  say  to  my  Father, 

'*  I've  sinned  against  heaven  and  Tiiee ; 
I'm  not  worthy  a  place  'mong  Thy  children ; 
Thy  servant  I  gladly  would  be." 

3  My  Father  is  waiting  to  greet  me 

With  tender  and  loving  caress  ; 
He  will  see  me  afar,  and  will  meet  me, 
Forgive,  and  restore  me,  and  bless. 

MISS  M.  A.  BAKKR. 
Bet  to  Music  ill  "  Song  Herald.'"  by  DR.  B.  B.  palmer,  aud  used  by  per. 


COME. 

*  Come  UDto  me  all  ye  that  labor  and  are  beavy-laden,  and  I  will  gire 
you  rest."    Matt,  xi :  28. 

1  O  word  of  words,  the  sweetest, 

O  word,  in  wliich  there  lie 
All  promise,  all  fulfillment. 

And  end  of  mystery  ; 
Lamenting,  or  rejoicing, 

AV'^ith  doubt  or  terror  nigh, 
I  hear  the  "  Come  "  of  Jesus, 

And  to  His  cross  I  fly. 

2  O  soul !  why  shonldst  thou  wander 

From  such  a  loving  Friend  ? 
Cling  closer,  closer  to  Him, 

Stay  with  Him  to  the  end. 
Alas !  I  am  so  helpless. 

So  very  full  of  sin. 
For  I  am  ever  wand'ring, 

And  coming  back  again. 

3  Oh !  each  time  draw  me  nearer, 

That  soon  the  "  Come  "  may  be 
Naught  but  u  gentle  whisper. 

To  one  close,  close  to  Thee  ; 
Then,  over  sea  and  mountain. 

Far  from,  or  near  my  home, 
I'll  take  Thy  hand  and  follow. 

At  that  sweet  whisper  "  Come  !  " 

MRU    JAMES  (IIIWON   JOHNBOK. 
Brt  to  Mulic  by  jautjk  m'uranahan. 


1  Prince  of  peace  !  control  my  will, 
JJid  this  struggling  heart  be  still  ; 
Bid  my  fears  and  doublings  cease. 
Hush  my  spirit  into  peace. 

2  Thou  hast  bought  me  with  Thy  blood, 
Opened  wide  the  gates  of  God  ; 
Peace  I  ask,  but  peace  must  be, 
Lord,  in  being  one  with  Thee. 

3  May  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done ; 
May  Thy  will  and  mine  be  one ; 
Chase  these  doubtings  from  my  heart, 
Now  Thy  perfect  peace  impart. 

4  Saviour,  at  Thy  feet  I  fall. 
There  my  life,  my  God,  my  all ; 
Let  Thy  happy  servant  be 
One  forevermore  with  Thee. 


MART   A.   8.    BARBER, 


YIELDED   TO   GOD. 

Yielded  to  God  in  body,  soul  and  spirit, 
I  rest  upon  His  promised  truth  alone, — 

Promise  that  all  things  I  shall  yet  inherit, 
My  heart  His  altar  consecrate, — His  throne. 

Yielded  to  God  !  and  self  no  longer  weareth 
The  tyrant  and  usurper's  regal  crown ; 

He  who  my  sorrow,  sins  and  frailties  beareth, 
Doth  at  His  feet  cast  every  idol  down. 

Yielded  to  God !     No  shaded  chambers  linger 
Where  foul  imaffiniiiffs  in  ambush  hide  ; 

The  light  which  entered  with  His  cleansing  finger 
Has  brought  His  love  forever  to  abide. 

Yielded  to  God  !     For  service,  or  for  bearing 
What  burden  love  upon  my  life  may  lay  ; 

His  cross,  His  toil,  His  hallowed  tear-<lrops  sharing, 
His  cloud-wreathed  path  up  to  His  perfect  day. 

Yielded  to  God  !     From  mine  own  wisdom  turning, 
His  guidance  sure  my  onward  footstep  leads 

In  cloud  by  day,  by  night  in  fiery  burning 
Across  the  desert  sands,  or  o'er  the  meads. 

Yielded  to  God  I     No  care  awaits  the  morrow, 
No  sleepless  nights,  no  toilsome  days  have  I ; 

Need  is  supplied  and  sunshine  kisses  sorrow, 
As  iu  His  arms  encircled  safe  I  lie. 

0  Soul  I  that  in  uncertainty  and  sighing 
Hast  all  thy  pilgrim  journey  thus  far  trod. 

Peace,  rest  and  constant  joj'  await  thee,  lying 
Yielded  and  wholly  yielded  unto  God. 

MARGARET   E.    WIN8LO». 

SaugerUe^  N.  Y.     1881. 


aOSPEL  TEMPERANCE.    REPENTATfCE.    ACCEPTTSO  aniilfiT. 


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JESUS.  I  WILL  TRUST  THEE. 


Woid*b7  HART  JANE  WALKER. 

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HYMN    OF    REJOICING. 

1  Blessed  be  the  Lord  of  nations, 

Stronjj  to  help  and  strong  to  .shield. 
lie  hath  heard  our  supjilications, 
And  to  us  His  power  revealed. 

2  In  His  cure  rejoicing  ever, 

Love  shall  overcome  all  wrong; 
Peace  will  follow  your  endeavor, 
Holy  lives  will  sweeten  song. 

3  In  His  promises  abiding, 

We  may  trust  and  fear  no  ill, 
All  our  interests  confiding 

To  the  Love  that  guards  us  still. 

4  O  Thou  wanderer !  benighted, 

In  the  paths  of  sin  astray, 
Look  to  where  that  love  hath  lighted 
Precious  beacons  for  thy  way. 

5  Blessed  be  the  Lord  forever ! 

Shout  hosannas  to  His  name  ; 
Thrones  may  fall,  and  kingdoms  sever, 
But  His  power  is  still  the  same. 

CAROLINE  DANA  HOWE. 
Portland.  Maine.  March,  1885. 


CHRIST    HEALETH    ME. 

"Jesus  Christ  maketh  thee  whole."— Acts  ix. :  3i. 
Tune— "SoOTOur,  like  a  .ihepherd  lead  ua." 

1  If  Thou  wilt,  my  loving  Saviour, 

Thou  canst  heal  me,  this  I  know ; 
Only  touch  me,  I  will  trust  Thee, 

Save  me  from  my  pain  and  woe. 
None  can  heal  my  sore  affliction. 

Blessed  Jesus,  none  but  Thee, 
Humbly  now  I  come  before  Thee, 

If  Thou  wilt,  I  shall  be  free. 

2  Unto  Thee  the  power  is  given, 

Now,  as  in  the  olden  time, 
To  restore  the  weary  sufferer, 

Raise  him  by  Thy  hand  divine. 
When  Thou  wilt,  will  flee  the  darkness, 

Cease  the  foaming  billows'  roll ; 
If  Tliou  wilt,  will  cease  my  anguish. 

Still  the  tempest  in  my  soul. 

3  Of  Thy  power  and  mercy  tender, 

Oft  with  gladness  I  have  heard ; 
Now  I  come  to  claim  the  healing, 

Take  Tlioe,  Saviour,  at  Thy  word. 
Ah.  Thou  wilt;   I  own  the  blessing. 

Surely  'tis  the  Lord  who  heals ; 
Praises,  praises  for  Thy  goodness. 

For  the  joy  Thy  love  reveals. 

MAKIA   HTRAI'a 

By  pcrmlMion  DsTid  C.  Cook. 


TRUST. 


Tune— "Karina.' 


1  Father,  we  know  Thy  tender  hand 

Doth  guard  Thy  cliildren  here : 
Then  may  we  cast  on  Thee  our  care. 
And  conquer  ever}'  fear. 
Chorus — Give  us,  O  Lord,  a  perfect  trust, 
Whatever  life  may  be  ; 
Safe  'neath  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 
We'll  trust  our  all  to  Thee. 

2  When  in  the  ages  of  the  past 

Tliy  people  trusted  Thee, 
Tliou  heardst  their  cry,  and  Thou  alone 
Didst  set  the  captive  free. 

S  Oh  !  tlien,  when  care  and  sorrow  come. 
And  death  seems  very  near. 
Call  thou  with  faith  upon  thy  God, 
And  He  will  surely  hear. 

LANTA  ■WfLSOS, 

Br  permission  D.  C.  Cook,  1883, 


CHRISTIAN    WARFARE. 

1  Alas  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise. 

What  snares  beset  my  way ; 
To  lieaven  I  fain  would  lift  my  eyes. 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray, 

2  0  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

Sly  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Nor  let  me  be  dismayed. 

3  Do  Thou  increase  my  faith  and  hope, 

When  fears  and  foes  prevail ; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

4  Oh  !  keep  me  in  Thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 

And  never,  never  let  me  stray 

From  happiness  and  Thee. 

ANNE  STEELE. 


PERFECT  TRUST. 

I/.    M. 

"  Though  he  slay  me,  yet  will  I  trust  In  Him." 

1  Trust  Thee !  though  all  life's  hopes  Thou  slay, 
I'll  tru.«t,  I'll  love  Thee !  yea,  alway  ! 
Tlirougli  storm  and  sunshine,  sickness,  health, 
In  direst  poverty  or  wealth. 

2  To  whom  else,  Jesus,  can  I  flee  ? 
Tiiere  is  no  peace  except  in  Thee. 
All  human  help,  like  broken  reed. 
Doth  fail  us  in  our  greatest  need. 


GOSPEL  TEMPERANCE.     COMING  TO  CHRIST.     PERFECT  TRUST. 


531 


3  Looking  to  Thcc  from  hour  to  hour, 
Kmhit'd  with  supi-rhmiian  power, 
Momitains  are  levelled  Ity  th(;  way, 
As  we  fight  on  from  day  to  day. 

4  Armed  with  the  i)aiioply  of  prayer, 
Wliat  may  we  not,  or  do  or  dare  ? 
The  worst  tiiat  Iif<;  can  offer  me, 
Sliall  draw  me  eloser  unto  Thee. 

5  As  ocean  to  a  sliallow  stream. 
Thine  to  all  iiuman  love  doth  seem; 
Tiiy  love  alone  can  satisfy, 
Tossess  rae,  Saviour,  or  I  die. 

G   Kneoini)assed,  held,  by  love  divine, 

"  All  tilings  in  heaven  and  earth  are  mine  ;  " 
What  mor(!  ran  death  do  unto  me, 
Then  draw  me  closer  uuto  Thee  ? 

ANNA    II.     MKBrm, 

TuwoDda,  IVnD.  Jiui.  18S3. 


GOD'S   PROMISES. 


Tune  —  "0  happy  day  Ikal  fiatd  my  ehoiee." 

1  That  lie  will  always  us  befriend, 
His  loving  language  doth  portend  ; 
Then,  who  can  willingly  mistrust 
The  only  faithful  Friend  and  just? 

2  His  promises  are  ever  sure, 

His  love  will  to  the  end  endure  ; 
Though  doubts  distress,  and  fears  assail, 
His  gracious  words  will  never  fail. 

3  Where  is  the  earthly  friend  who  would 
Have  patiently  our  sins  withstood, — 
In  all  our  own  ungratefulness. 

With  gentle  arms  again  caress  ? 

4  Xot  wholly  pure  can  we  e'er  be  ; 
While  on  the  earth.  His  blood  will  free 
All  (jarnest  souls  from  sin  and  stain, 
JIaking  them  fit  with  Him  to  reign. 

5  If  to  His  promises  we  cling. 

Safe  refuge  'neath  His  sheltering  wing 
Will  He  vouchsafe,  our  journey  through, 
As  we  the  rugged  path  pursue. 
G  Oh !  is  it  not  well  worth  our  while 
To  teach  our  hearts  to  war  with  guile, 
That,  when  the  joys  of  earth  Ik-  past, 
Those  greet  us  which  forever  last  ? 

7  With  graciousness  He  often  pleads, 
Supplieth  all  our  daily  needs  ; 

If  tiien  our  conduct  is  amiss. 
He's  not  discouraged  e'en  at  this; 

8  Hut  o'er  and  o'er  extends  His  love. 
To  draw  our  hearts  to  Him  above  ; 
Oh  I  h(»w  C4in  hearts  such  lovt;  refuse  ? 
Such  kind  entreaties,  too,  abuse  ? 


9  It  is  by  cherishing  their  sin, 
Neglecting  careful  watch  within, 
Wliirh  makes  all  evil  iiabits  strong. 
So  hard  the  strife  to  con(juer  wrong. 
10  Oh  !  cause  us,  cause  us.  Saviour  dear, 
P^ach  faithful  promise  to  revere  ; 
C'aiisf;  all  Thy  children  grace  to  seek, 
To  imitate  Thy  spirit  meek. 

UAZCL  WYLOS.     USX 


FAITH    IN   JESUS. 


Tune- 


.Vtmarif  at  Earth."    G<M(i«l  HjrniiK. 


1  When  my  faith  lays  hold  fif  .lesus, 

With  confiiling  trust  in  Him, 
He  my  groaning  heart  releases, 
From  the  guilt  and  power  of  sin. 

2  When  my  faith  lays  hold  of  Jesus, 

Waiting  long  with  anxious  fears, 
And  my  trembling  soul  ajiproaches 
Calvary,  He  dries  my  tears. 

3  When  my  faith  lays  hold  of  Jesus, 

Then  His  righteousness  is  mine; 
For  He  <lied  the  death  to  save  us. 
Give  us  peace  and  life  divltoe. 

4  Yes,  when  faith  laid  hold  on  Jesus, 

Then  came  with  it  life  and  joy, 
And  the  song  of  love  He  teaches 
Does  my  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

5  As  my  heart  lays  hold  of  Jesus, 

I  am  justified  by  faith. 
For  His  blood  await.s  and  cleanses, — 
Life  springs  freely  from  His  death. 


KATE  R.  OUCif. 


THE   NAME  OF  JESUS. 

1  0  name  of  Jesus,  bless^  name  ! 

Highest  in  earth  or  heaven. 
Foundation  of  our  faith,  for  which 
No  other  name  is  given  ; 

2  Name  sung  by  saints  and  angel  host 

In  all  the  realms  alwve. 
Prevailing  plea  of  sinners  lost, 

IJlest  syuonym  of  love. 
8  Sol.ace  of  every  sorrowing  soul  ; 

( )ur  refuge  from  despair  ; 
Sure  author  when  strong  billows  roil ; 

Our  j)ledg(»  of  answered  [iraver. 
4  Unending  praise  to  Him  who  came 

To  save  from  guilt  and  fear  • 
O  .lesus,  let  no  other  name 

Be  to  our  hearts  so  tlear. 

Ll  U.LA  TLAKK. 


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ALL  WILL  BE  WELL. 


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Horn,  Kiitjlaud.  1813.  Written  1847 
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aOSPEL  TEMPERANCE.    AFTER  CONVERSION. 


533 


HE    MAKETH    ALL   THINGS   NEW. 

1  Old  sorrows  that  sat  at  the  heart's  sealed  gate, 

Like  seiitiiifls  jjriiu  and  sad, 
Wliile,  out  in  the  nif^ht  damp,  weary  and  late. 
Tilt!  Kinj(,  with  a  gift  divinely  great, 

A\'ailed  to  make  me  glad  ; 

2  OM  fears  that  hung  like  a  changing  cloud 

Over  a  sunless  day  ; 
Old  hurihiis  that  kej)t  the  spirit  bowed. 
Old  wrongs  that  rankled  and  clamored  loud — 

They  have  passed  like  a  dream  away. 

3  In  the  world  without  and  the  world  within 

He  maketh  the  old  things  new  ; 
The  touch  of  sorrow,  the  stain  of  sin. 
Have  fled  from  the  gate  where  the  King  came  in, 

From  the  chill  night's  damp  and  dew. 

4  Anew  in  the  heavens  the  sweet  stars  shine, 

On  earth  new  blossoms  spring ; 
The  old  life  lost  in  the  Life  divine, 
"Thy  will  be  mine,  my  will  is  Thine," 

Is  the  new  song  wliich  the  new  hearts  sing. 

MABY  LOWS  DICKINMUy. 

Kew  York,  188S. 


?JIiss  Ifitnit  |.  jpabits 

WKsburn  In  Athens.  Bradford  Co.,  Pa.,  Feb.  27,  1831,  and  In  1859  WM 
mairiod  to  Mr.  .\.  O.  Siiell.  in  the  Bamo  house  where  she  first  drew  brenth. 
Very  euly  in  life  .ilie  ir.iTu  her  heart  tu  the  Sariour,  and  united  with  the 
Presbyterian  Church.  Naturally  of  a  bright,  sunny  disposition,  thesoon 
displaced  |H)eticaI  and  musical  talents,  and  from  childhood,  was  wont  to 
till  the  air  with  sduk.  composing  both  words  and  music  as  she  went  aloog, 
seouiinKly  as  readily  as  she  breathed.  Some  of  her  hymns  hare  been  set 
to  music  by  Mr.  liierly  in  "Great  Joy,"  A  "  Christmas  Carol "  ii  among 
her  bent  Renia  of  poetical  eipresdoo.  Her  prose  articles  bare  also  appeared 
In  Tarious  papers  and  twriodicala.  When  she  married  and  left  home, 
her  father  exclaimed.  "The  sunshine  is  gone  away.** 

SWEET    INCENSE   OF    PRAYER. 

1  On  the  alUir  of  love. 
Lit  with  fire  from  above, 

I  will  olTor  the  incense  of  prayer; 

To  .Ii'sus  my  King 

I'll  my  sacritice  bring, 
Ever  trusting  His  mercy  and  care. 

2  For  gleaming  afar 

Is  the  bright  Morning  Star, 
Through  the  cloud-rifts  it  ever  shines  fair. 

In  reverence  sweet 

I  fall  at  His  feet. 
And  oiler  the  incense  of  prayer. 

3  Oh  !  how  holy  the  place 
Where  we  see  Thy  dear  face. 

As  wo  ofTur  the  incense  of  prayer ! 

Where  His  Spirit  Divine 

Leaves  its  impress  on  mine, 
To  be  moulded  alike  in  sweet  prayer. 


4  In  the  darkness  of  grief 
I  will  find  hweet  relief. 

When  I  oll'er  the  incense  of  prayer ; 

With  this  bh'ssing  is  given 

A  foretaste  of  iicaven, 
To  feci  the  sweet  spirit  of  j)rayer. 

5  Kcej)  nw  ever,  (h-ar  Lord  ! 
A  child  of  Thy  Word, 

Upheld  by  Thy  wisdom  and  care. 

Kach  moment  this  tliemo 

To  the  Saviour  supreme, 
Shall  be  the  sweet  incense  of  prayer. 

Mill.  JLNMK  r.  HNCLL. 
HvveuOalu,  1881 


glrs.  Ssnutl)  Moobburn  J\\\\i\t$, 


wife  of  Thomas  B.  Daries,  Esq.,  of  Athens.  Penn.,  was  one  of  the 
■weet  spirits  of  earth  Iler  Gospel  hymns  are  numerous,  and  some  of 
them  are  set  to  music  In  "Great  Joy  "and  other  collections.  As  early  aa 
the  age  of  three  years,  she  erinccd  a  deeply  pious  turn  of  mind.  A  little 
testament  was  giren  her,  and  ercry  time  she  found  the  lume  Jesus,  she 
would  kiss  It,  for  said  she—"  I  lore  Jesus." 

In  1833 she  died  attheripeoldageof  upwards  of  80  years,  learini;  am<iDg 
her  six  daughters  and  one  son,  one  giftod  insacredsong— Mrs.  Jennie  F. 
Bnell,  several  of  whose  hymns  appear  in  this  Tolume.  Her  husband  fol- 
lowed her  to  the  better  land  in  seren  months  after  her  demise. 


VICTORY. 

1  Be  one  with  "  Our  Father  "  who  loves  you, 

Be  one  with  the  friends  that  you  love ; 
Be  one  with  Humanity  'round  you. 
And  one  with  the  angels  above. 

2  One  fault  at  a  time  you  must  conquer, 

One  by  one  your  passions  subdue. 
One  by  one  weed  out  the  old  errors. 

One  by  one  plant  Truths  that  are  "  new." 

3  "  The  kingdom  of  heaven  is  within  you," 

If  the  victory  over  self  you  have  won  ; 
While  laboring  in  kindness  for  oliiers. 
Your  life-work  is  faithfully  done. 

4  Then  one  with  "  Our  Father  "  who  loves  you, 

Then  one  with  the  friends  that  you  love  ; 
And  one  with  Humanity  'round  you, 
And  one  with  the  angels  above. 

Mlta.   TIIOS.   ft.   DAVIca. 

Atbeu,  Penn.,  May,  ISTIL 

HEAR  THE  VOWS  WE  MAKE  TO  THEE 

Tune  —  "GrtmrUU.'' 

1  Tell  me,  O  ye  gentle  zephyrs, 

.Sighing  through  the  lonely  vale. 
Tell  me  now  where  sleep  the  echoes 

Sounding  tmce  o'er  hill  and  dale  ; 
Voice  of  prayer,  all  music-laden. 

Childish  laughter,  gl.id.«ome  tread; 
Hopes,  foiul  hopes  so  ru<lely  severed, 

AH  your  bloom  and  beauty  Hed. 


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WOJUAy  IS  SACRED  SONO. 


2  Many  arc  the  sad  licarts  mourning 

For  tlie  oninjr  ones  to-ni<,'ht, 
Many  aiv  llio  lii-arth-siones  lonely, 

In  the  shadow's  misty  light; 
God  in  heaven,  God  our  Father, 

Hear  tiie  vows  we  make  to  Thee, 
Ne'er  to  cease  our  cries  and  j)leading 

Till  our  rum-cursed  laud  is  frei-. 

3  Free  I  O  weeping  wives  and  motiiers  ; 

Free  I  ye  children  horn  to  shame  ; 
Free  !  ye  hushands.  sons  and  brothers, 

From  the  tyrant's  galling  chains  ; 
O  ye  winds  and  waves  of  ocean, 

Waft  the  tidings  o'er  the  sea, 
God,  our  God  has  heard  our  j)leading, 

All  the  world  shall  yet  be  free. 

UATTlt  SilEPUKKD,  1884. 

THE    DRUNKARD'S    PRAYER. 

Tune — '*A  merira.'* 

1  My  Saviour,  if  to  Thee 
With  all  my  strength  I  flee, 

\\"\\\  danger  die  ? 
Thou  ilidst  for  Peter  pray. 
While  fiends  around  his  way 
Like  vultures  o'er  their  prey 

Exulting  cry. 

2  Each  day  I  seem  beset 
With  bristling  bayonet. 

And  strength  is  fled  ; 
My  foes  without,  within, 
Like  giants  armed  to  win. 
And  goading  on  to  sin. 

And  hope  is  dead. 

3  O  Christ !  O  help  divine  ! 
Stronger  than  strength  of  wine, 

Help  me  to  win  ! 
To  win  my  manhood  back, 
Give  all  the  force  I  lack 
To  drive  from  off  the  track 

This  vampire.    Sin. 

4  And  if  this  trembling  form 
Can  stand  beyond  the  storm, 

Close  by  the  throne, 
I'll  sing  of  love  divine. 
Stronger  than  love  of  wine, 
Whicii  saved  this  soul  of  mine, 

By  grace  divine. 

MK8.   U.  A.  DUBOIS,  1881. 

OH  I   SPEAK    TO    ME,    DEAR  JESUS. 
1  Oh  !   speak  to  me,  dear  Jesus, 
This  world  is  wide  and  cold, 
Anil  something  in  its  weary  round 

Makes  sad  the  heart  and  old  ; 
Then  speak  to  me.  dear  Jesus, 
SouHi  tender  word  of  Thine, 
Till  all  the  soul  within  me. 
Leaps  ui)  with  Life  divine. 


2  Oh  !  speak  to  me,  dear  Jesus, 

When  wild  temptations  rise  ; 
Tear  from  my  heart  each  idle  hope, 

These  refuges  of  lies  ; 
Build  me  upon  Thee,  Jesus, 

Lest  slipping  I  should  fall ; 
I  shiver  'mid  the  darkness, 

Be  Thou  my  all  iu  all. 

3  Speak  Thou  to  me,  dear  Jesus, 

As  once,  in  olden  times. 
Thou  didst  in  lonely  Patmos  isle 

In  visioned  brightness  shine 
Before  the  loved  Apostle, 

Till  all  his  sadness  fled, 
As  standing  there  in  glory, 

In  spirit  he  was  led. 

4  Then  whisper  to  me,  Jesus, 

Deep,  deep  within  my  soul ; 
And  thus,  the  actions  visible, 

By  hidden  springs  control. 
Each  day  must  have  an  ending. 

Each  day  however  long  ; 
Time's  notes  e'en  now  are  blending 

With  heaven's  eternal  song. 

H118.   J.   STREET, 

Set  to  Music  by  j.  w  pratt, 
In  "  Good  Will.  "    Pub.  by  S.  W.  BteauU. 

THE   CHRISTIAN    ARMOR. 

T)e<licated  to  Mrs.  Wm,  H.  Simmons,  Hornesville.  N.  Y. 
"Wherefore,  take  unto  you  the  whole  armor  of  Gixl,   that  y«  may  be  able  to 
vrithstsud  in  the  evil  day,  and  having  done  all  to  etand."— Epb.  vi  :  13. 

1  Standing  in  the  fiercest  battle 

Girt  with  Truth,  in  God  our  trust. 
We  shall  never,  never  falter. 
For  our  God  will  fight  for  us. 
CuOKUS — Having  on  the  Christian  armor, 
Israel's  God  will  fight  for  us. 

2  Righteousness  shall  be  our  breast-plate. 

Jewels,  set  with  deeds  of  love  ; 
Gleaming  brighter,  ever  brighter. 
Till  we  reach  the  courts  above. 
Chorus — Having  on  the  Christian's  armor, 
Israel's  God  will  fight  for  us. 

3  Shield  of  Faith,  to  quench  forever 

Fiery  darts  by  Satan  hurled ; 
Keep  us,  safely,  blessi'd  Saviour 
From  the  evil  of  the  world. 
Chorus — Having  on  the  Christian's  armor, 
Israel's  God  will  fight  for  us. 

4  Let  the  helmet  of  Salvation, 

Christ,  the  light,  the  living  way. 
Guard  us,  guide  us,  and  sustain  us. 
While  we  watch,  and  wait,  and  jiray. 
CiiOKUS — Having  on  the  Christian's  armor 
We  can  never  go  astray. 

UBH.   JENNIE   F.    RNELU 

MUaii,  Feb.  3.  1878L 


OOSPEL  TEMPEHANCE.     REPENTANCE.    ACCEPTING  CHRIST. 


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Mr».  J.  n.  KN0WLB8. 


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sway'dbv  IlUwiiril;  lie  liuscome!  ami  llc'rules  in  the  realnisof    my  •ioul,.\n<l  His   st-ep-ter     is    love,  Ohibless-eil    ron-trol. 

will      not  (Jc-part;  No     trou  -  hic  can    en     -  ter,  no     e    -      vil  can  come, To    the  heart  where  the  (lod  of  peace   has  Mis  home, 

baa-quet  with  me;  .\nd  this      is    my  pray  -  er,  Lord  .since  Thou  art  eorae,  Make      meet  for  Thy  presence  my  heart   as  Thy  liome. 


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Corrrtgbted.  1882,  bj  Jowiih 

THE   NINETY   AND   NINE. 

"  Rvjoioa  with  mc,  (or  I  bare  (uuiid  my  iboop  th»t  ww  loat."— 

1  There  wore  ninety  .iiid  nine  that  safely  lay 

In  the  shelter  of  the  fold, 
But  one  \v:v^  out  on  the  hills  away. 

Far  off  from  the  ^ates  of  j^old — 
Away  on  the  mountains  wild  and  bare, 
Away  from  tlic  tender  Shepherd's  care. 

2  '•  Loi^,  thou  htk^t  here  thy  ninety  ami  nine : 

Are  they  not  eii(>ui;h  for  Thee  ?  " 
15ut  the  Slupiienl  made  answer:  This  of  mine 

lias  wandered  away  from  me  : 
And  although  the  road  l»e  ronuh  and  steep 
I  go  to  the  desert  to  iintl  my  sheep." 


F.  Knapi*.    By  per. 

3  But  none  of  tlie  ransomed  ever  knew 
How  deep  were  the  waters  erossetl ; 
Nor  how  dark  wjia  the  night  that  the  Lonl  (massed 
through 
Ere  lie  found  His  sheep  that  w.as  lost ; 
Out  in  the  desert  He  heard  its  cry — 
'Twas  helpless  and  sick,  and  ready  to  die. 
•1   But  all  through  the  mountains,  thunder-riven, 
And  up  from  the  rmky  st«'ep. 
There  rose  a  cry  to  the  gate  of  heaven, 
"  Rejoice  !   I  have  found  my  sheep  !  " 
And  the  angels  echoed  around  the  ihnmo, 
"  Uejoice,  for  the  Lord  brings  luuk  Ilis  own  !" 

ILUtAlimt  r.  rtarMARK. 


SM  to  MiMk  bj  In  n.  Hukar. 


536 


WOAfAN  IN  SACRED  BONO. 


I'VE  A  JOY  IN  MY  HEART. 


Mrs.  M.  O.  PAOB. 


Mre  C.  C.  CASE. 


I've      a    joy 

A dear,  gen 

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Oh!.   ..  touched  be 


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that  I       may    re-peat 


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Je    -  sus    has  ta    -  ken  my  sins     all      a  -  way.  There's  a  joy 

now      He's  my  Sav  -  iour,my  Mas  -  ter,  my    all. 

would  that  all  poo    -  pie  this  heal  -  ing  mii;ht  know. 

ut    -  ter    Thy  love      to    the  world   in  sweet  praise. 


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the     bliss  that       I    feel, 

By  per,  Meun,  J,  Church  &  Co.    CincinnBtL 


OOFIPKL  TEMPERANCE.     AFTER  COS  VERSION. 


637 


ANGELS    ROLLED  THE   STONE   AWAY. 

Tune  —  "  Li/ciu." 

1  We're  happy,  dear  Saviour,  and  shall  we  not  sing 
A  .soiijf  ot  tliiinksgiving  to  .Jesus  our  King? 

We  sought  fur  His  presence  through  sorrow's  dark 

way, 

And  angels  of  glory  the  stone  rolled  away. 

CuoBUS — We're  happy  in  Jesus,  we're  happy  today, 

For  angels  of  glory  the  stone  rolled  away. 

We're  happy  in  Jesus,  we're  happy  tt>-day. 

For  angels  of  glory  the  stone  rolled  away. 

2  The  grave  could  not  hohl  Iliui ;  on  pinions  of  love 
The  hriijht  scrajihs  hore  Iliin  in  triuinpli  al»)ve ; 

A  conipuriiig  Saviour,  heaven  crowned  Ilim  that 

day. 
For  angels  of  glory  the  stone  rolled  away. 

3  Rejoicing  in  .Tesus  our  union  is  sweet ; 

As  heirs  of   His  kingdom  each  other  we  greet. 
Together  we  lovi-  Ilim.  tosetlier  we  pray. 
For  angels  of  glory  the  stone  rolled  away. 

4  We'll  sing  of  salvation  through  .Tesus  the  Lamb, 
Till  we  on  Mount  Zion  l)efore  Ilim  shall  stand; 
Forever  with  Jesus,  forever  to  st.iy, 

For  augels  of  glory  the  stoue  rolled  away. 

MRH.    I.VDIA    BAXTKR.      1863. 

Set  t"  Mmic  by  w.  II    IxxM. 
By  per.  Biglow  1  MaUi. 

ACCEPTED. 

1  Accepted,  Perfect  and  Complete, 
For  (iod's  iidieritance  made  meet ! 
How  true,  how  glorious,  and  how  sweet! 

2  In  the  lieloved,  by  the  King 
Accepted,  tliough  not  aTiytiiing 
lint  forfrit  lives  had  we  to  bring. 

3  And  I'irt'ect  in  Christ  .lesus  made. 
On  Him  our  great  tran.sgression  laid, 
We  in  His  righteousness  arrayed. 

4  Complete  in  Him,  our  glorious  Head, 
With  .lesns  nii>e<l  from  the  dea<l. 
And  by  His  mighty  spirit  led. 

.')  ()  l)lessed  Lord,  is  this  for  me? 

liun  let  my  whole  life  henceforth  be 
One  Alleluia  song  to  Thee  ! 

TKAHCtM  RIDLEY   IIAVEROAI. 


THE    SONG    MESSAGE. 


1  Sing  it  out !   sing  it  out !   with  a  shout! 
The  Lord  is  upon  our  side, 

Send  it  forth  on  the  air, 
IJreathe  it  low  an  a  pniyer — 
That  Jesus,  the  Saviour,  has  died. 

2  Sing  it  out !  sing  it  out !  that  to-day 
As  Reileemer  ami  Helper  ITe  live.i : 

Tli.U  all  sin  with  its  stain. 
And  all  <ir\o(  with  its  pain. 
Are  slain  by  the  power  which  He  gives. 


3  .Sing  it  low,  in  a  hymn  to  the  heart. 
That  the  Saviour  forever  is  nigh ; 

That  He  stands  at  the  side 
Of  the  sinful  and  tried. 
And  waits  for  the  |H-nitc-nl'8  cry. 

4  Sing  it  softly  at  eve  to  the  soul 
That  is  .seeking  and  longing  for  rest — 

How  that  Christ  will  abiile 
Through  the  storm  and  tlie  tide, 
Till  the  iieart  with  His  peace  shall  be  blest. 

5  .Sing  it  glailly  and  freely  to  all, 
That  Jesus  is  waiting  to  save — 

That  the  sinful  and  lost 
Have  been  bought  at  the  cost 
Of  His  blood,  which  has  vanquished  the  grave. 

6  .Sing  it  out  I  sing  it  out  with  a  shout ! 
That  the  Word  of  our  Go«l  is  true! 

rii.it  Christ  is  the  way 
Leading  into  tiie  Day 
When  the  old  shall  be  lost  iu  the  new. 

MARiiAurr  B.  oKRDa. 
In  "  KiifllAh  Lokflet." 

SATISFIED. 
Palmi  uuTi :  38L 

1  AH  my  life  long  I  had  panted 

^^)^  a  draught  from  some  cool  spring. 
That  I  ho|H'<l  would  quench  the  burning 
Of  the  thirst  I  felt  within. 
Cho. — Hallelujah!   I  have  found  it — 

What  my  soul  so  long  has  craved  I 

Jesus  satisfies  my  longings  ; 

Through  His  blood  I  now  am  saved. 

2  F'eeding  on  the  hu.sks  around  me. 
Till  my  strength  was  almost  gone. 
Longed  my  soul  for  .something  better. 
Only  still  to  hunger  on. 

3  I'lMjr  I  was,  and  sought  for  riches. 
Something  that  would  satisfy, 
l{ut  the  dust  I  gatliered  round  me 
Only  mocked  my  soul's  sad  cry. 

4  Well  of  water,  ever  springing, 
lireail  of  life  so  rich  and  free, 
I'ntold  wealth  that  never  faileth, 
My  liedeemer  is  to  mc. 

Mliai   (-I.ARA   TKARI. 
Set  to  Mluic  ti)  R.   K.   HI  UhiM. 

ALL   TO    CHRIST    I    OWE. 

"  Whn  HU  ovii  arlf  tare  our  diu.'-    I  PrUr  ii :  M. 

1    I  lu'ar  the  Saviour  s.iy. 

Thy  strength  indee<l  is  small  : 
Child  of  weakness,  watch  and  pray. 
Find  in  Me  tiiine  all  in  all. 
CnoRt'S — .lesus  paid  it  all. 

All  to  Him  I  owe  : 

Sin  had  left  a  crnnson  stani : 

He  waahe<l  it  white  a.<t  snow. 


538 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


Lord,  now  indeed  I  find 

Tliy  power,  and  Thine  alone, 
Can  cliaiiirc  the  k'per's  spots. 

And  luelt  the  heart  ol  stone. 

For  nothin;^  <jood  liave  I 

Whereby  Thy  yrace  to  elaim — 

I'll  wasli  my  garments  white 

In  the  blood  of  Calvary's  Lamb. 

When  from  my  dying  bed 

My  ransomed  soul  shall  rise, 
Then  "  .Jesus  paid  it  all  " 

Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies. 

And  when  before  the  throne 

I  stand  in  Ilim  complete, 
I'll  lay  my  tro[)hies  down, 

All  dowu  at  Jesus'  feet. 

MRS.    ELVINA   X.    HALU 

Set  to  Music  by  JOHN  T.  «KAFa. 


LOST   BUT    FOUND. 


"  Was  lost  and  is  found."— Luke  xv  :  32. 

1  Oh  !  the  joy  that  fills  my  heart ! 
Oh  I   the  grateful  tears  that  start, 
Wlien  I  think  of  Jesus'  love, 
How  He  came  that  lie  might  bear 
All  my  weight  of  sin  and  care, 
How  He  came  from  heaven  above. 

Cno. — Endless  praise,  endless  praise 

To  the  Lord  my  soul  shall  rai.se ; 
Lost  but  found,  O  happy  strain  ' 
Dead  but  now  I  live  again. 

2  Lost  but  found,  oh  I  wondrous  thought ! 
To  His  fold  in  mercy  brought ; 

Saved  by  grace.  His  grace  divine  ; 
Heir  with  Him  of  bliss  untold. 
Soon  His  glory  I'll  behold. 
What  a  blessed  hope  is  mine. 

3  Lost  but  found  !  I  now  can  sing 
Victorv  through  mv  Saviour  Kin"', 
V  ictory  every  day  and  hour  ; 
Victory  still  will  be  my  song 
When  I  join  the  ransomed  throng, 
Victory  o'er  the  tempter's  power. 

4  Oil !  tliat  all  the  world  would  prov€ 
How  a  pardoning  God  can  love. 
How  He  waits  for  ail  who  come! 
Oil  !  that  all  the  world  might  see 
What  His  grace  hath  done  for  me  ! 
How  He  welcomes  wanderers  home. 

F.VNSV  J.   OROSBT. 

S<'t  toMuucby  .ISO.  R.  8Wt»NV,  in  'Quivur." 


It  said  that  Susan  Coolidge,  whose  real  name  is  Miss  Woolsey,  has 
never  had  a  manuscript  returned  to  her.  All  are  accepted  by  the  pub- 
liBtiers  to  whom  tbey  are  sent. 


ARISE,  SHINE.  FOR  THY  LIGHT  HAS  COME. 

Tune  -  "ArUt  and  Shint."    (Gospel  Hymns. ) 

1  Long  time  in  sloth,  long  time  in  sin, 

Contented  with  thy  dark  estate, 
Hast  thou  a  boat,  O  soul  of  mine  ; 
Now  dawns  the  morning,  fair  though  late; 
Her  sunny  tides  are  sweeping  in  ; 
Thy  light  has  come,  arise  and  shine  ! 

2  The  sheathed   bud  which  all  night  long 

Has  folded  close  its  purple  up 
Upon  the  morning-glory  vine. 
At  the  first  rose-flush,  the  first  song, 
Unrolls  its  petals,  rears  its  cup, 

And,  light  being  come,  makes  haste  to  shine 

3  It  cannot  clasp  the  whole  bright  day. 

Nor  the  wide-brimniing  sea  of  dew 
Within  its  curve  exact  and  fine  ; 
Of  countless  beams  a  single  ray, 

One  little  freshening  sip  or  two 
It  takes,  and  so  is  glad  to  shine. 

4  Make  ready  likewise,  O  my  soul, 

God's  blessed  day  has  dawned,  partake  ! 

Anoint  tiiy  heail  with  oil  and  wine  ; 
From  the  great  sum,  the  mighty  whole, 
Thy  little  crumb  and  portion  break. 

And,  giving  thanks,  arise  and  shine  ! 

SCSAS  COOLIDGE.     1883. 


VIA   CRUCIS. 

1  Without,  life's  shadows  darkly  fall, 

Gloomy,  and  gray,  and  chill : 
Within,  the  air  is  all  aglow — 
Within,  my  spirit's  ill 
Is  healed  by  Holy  will  : 
Without,  I  ne'er  could  find  a  balm 

To  heal  the  wounds  it  bears  ; 
Within  a  Heavenly  strength  and  calm 
Heals  all  my  grief  and  fears. 

2  And  yet  I  know  that  praise  and  praj'er 

Are  not  the  whole  of  life : 
The  soul  must  gird  its  armor  on 
And  go  amid  the  strife 
With  fiery  dangers  rife  ; 
Be  strong  to  meet  life's  common  fate 

Of  sorrow,  pain  and  loss  ; 
Must  fight  its  way  to  Heaven's  gate, 
A  soldier  of  the  Cross. 

MRS.    E.   S.    EATON   LOOMIS. 

In  the  "Weekly  Magazine,"  Chicaiso,  IIL    1884. 


GOSPEL  TEMPEJRAA'CE.     AFTER  COSVERSJOIf. 


5J9 


O   CHRISTIAN,   AWAKE. 

"Staod  therefore,  luiTlnit  your  lulni  (irt  about  with  truth,  >ii<l  haTiof 

tbu  bruaatplate  of  riKtiteoUiUieiu." 

Tune— "I-i/ofW  "  ur  "  Hume,  Suyft,  Homf." 

1  O  Christian,  :i\v:iko!  ft)r  the  strife  is  ut  hand. 
With  helmet  and  sliieKl,  and  a  swcjrd  in  thy  hand ; 
To  meet  tlie  hold  ti-inpter,  so  fourh'ssiy  go! 

Ami  stand  iilic  a  hrave  with  thy  face  to  the  foe. 

2  Wliatever  tliy  danyer,  take  het;d  and  heware ; 
And  itnn  not  tiiy  hack,  for  no  armor  is  there ; 

The  jej^ioiis  of  darkness,  if  thou  wouldst  overthrow, 
Tlien  stand  like  the  brave  with  tliy  face  to  the  foe. 

3  The  eausn  of  thy  Master  with  vigor  defend, 
lie  watflifni.  he  zealous,  and  light  to  the  end; 
Wherever  lie;  leads  thee,  go,  valiantly  go. 

And  stand  like  tlie  hrave  with  thy  face  tt)  the  foe. 

4  Press  on  never  doubting,  thy  Captain  is  near. 
With  grace  to  supply,  and  with  comfort  to  cheer; 
II is  love,  like  a  stream,  iu  t!ie  desert  will  Mow. 
Then  stand  like  a  brave  with  thy  face  to  the  foe. 

rANNY   <-KiMtBlf. 

Fri>iu  "Singing  Pilgrlni"  by  ikt.   riiili|>  I'hlili|M. 
bvt  tu  Mualo  by  him, 

GOD   OF    MERCY. 

"  Out  of  tbe  depthi  have  I  criixl  uub^  Thee,  O  UicU." 
Tune     "  .W<irfi<i." 

1  From  the  depths.  O  tiod  of  mercy  ! 

I'p  to  Thee  I  sent  my  cry; 
Tiiou  didst  bend  Thine  ear  in  pity. 

Thou  did>t  hear  me  from  on  high. 
Tlwoiigh  the  awful  shade  of  darkness. 

Circling  lound  Thy  matchless  form. 
Thou  didst  make  the  wind  to  guide  me, 

Thou  didst  ride  upon  the  storm, 

2  From  the  tlepths  Thy  hand  hath  brought  me 

To  a  bright  and  living  way  ; 
Crowned  mv  head  with  richest  blessiui;, 

'1  urnetl  my  darkness  into  day. 
Safely  on  the   ••  Rock  of  Ages," 

Siill  to  Thee  my  voice  I  Ml  raise; 
Thou  didst  give  nu'  joy  for  sadness. 

And  for  mourning  songs  of  praise. 

FASKT  CRO«BV. 
From  "  Siiigiug  Pilgrim."    Set  to  Music  by  puilip  philips. 

B»i«r. 

FIGHT   THE   GOOD    FIGHT. 

1    Fight  the  goo<l  light.  Christian  soldier, 
Hiainst  hatred,  oppression  and  wrong; 
With  faith  for  a  shield  and  a  breast-plate, 
(\o  forth  in  Gml's  might  and  be  strong. 
Go  forth  at  the  first  call  of  battle  ; 

Meet  bravely  the  giant  of  sin  ; 
But  not  in  thine  own  strength  or  v.-ilor, 
For  faith,  and  faith  only  can  win. 
Chorus — Fight  the  gotxl  tight.  Christian  soldier ; 
The  foe  hath  come  forth  in  hi'*  might; 
lint  thine  is  the  swoni  of  the  Spirit ; 
Go  bravelv  and  strive  for  the  right. 


Fight  the  good  fight,  Christum  soldier; 

Knlist  in  God's  artny  for  life  ; 
Anil  under  (io<l'8  loving  prot«ction. 

Like  Uavid,  go  forth  to  the  strife; 
Ami  He  who  hath  calle<i  thee  to  battle 

Will  strengthen  thy  hand  for  the  fray ; 
For  wrong  by  the  right  nuI^t  be  t-oinjuered— 

The  spirit  of  truth  win  the  day. 
Viitory  is  thine.  Christian  soldier, 

If  thou  but  endure  to  the  end  ; 
For  Gotl  will  direct  tlie<'  and  keep  thee, 

His  angels  thy  8t<-j)s  will  atten<l ; 
And  up  in  the  glory  eternal. 

Heyon<l  heaven's  jnarly  white  gates, 
Where  dwelleth  thy  King  and  Commander, 

Thy  crown  of  rejoicing  awuilA. 

MiiM  M    r.  aRMvona. 

Pmm  "  t'rowrilna  Trlumiih." 

By  per.  K.  A.  North  k  Co. 


THREE    TIMES    THE   SAME    WORDS. 


Too  weak.  I  cried,  am  I  to  bear  life's  pain  ! 

Its  troubled  waters  so  against  me  beat. 

With  relluent,  maddened  waves,  I   feel  my  feet 

Lose  hold  of  Faith's  firm  rock ;  useless  again 

To  struggle,  crying  forth  to  God,  "Sustain!" 

It  is  a  breath-worn  cry,  and  is  it  meet 

To  mock  His  j)atience  f      Wherefore  now  entreat 

New  strength,  as  surely  to  be  spent  in  vain 

As  that  litst  giveti  ?     But  to  my  failing  heart 

Sounde<l  a  swei-t  voice,  with  instrength'ning  thrill: 

"  Knowest  thou  not  what  conflict  was  thy  Lonl's  ? 

He  in  thine  every  struggle  h.ilh  borne  part; 

Though  oft  thou  fall.  He  will  uphold  thee  still. 

Lo  I  three  times  prayed  He,  saying  the  same  wonls." 


RCIAN   r     HTAKninT. 

Ill  "Th.   ItMl-'iKiideot.' 


OH! 


SAY.   SHALL   WE    MEET  YOU    ALL 
THERE? 


I  Where  do  you  journey,  my  brother. 

Oh  I   where  do  you  journey.  I  pray  ? 
Where  do  you  journey,  my  sister  ? 

For  stormy  and  dark  is  the  way. 
We're  journeying  onwanl  to  Cana.in, 

Through  sufT'ring.  and  trial  and  care, 
And  when  we  get  safely  t4>  glory. 

Oil !  say,  shall  we  meet  you  all  there  ? 


2  Wliat  is  your  mission,  mv  l)rf)i!ier? 

Wliut  is  your  mission  below  ? 
AVIial  is  your  mission,  my  sisU-r, 

As  journiyinj;  onward  you  go? 
Our  mission  is  practicinii  uktcv, 

Sweet  diarily,  patience  and  love, 
And  following  the  footsteps  of  ,Jcsus, 

Tlial  lead  to  the  mansions  above. 

3  Oil!  yes,  you  will  meet  us,  my  brother, 

(tod  helping  our  weakness  and  sin  ; 
Bearing  the  eross,  we,  my  sister, 

The  crown  will  en<leavor  to  win. 
Wit'U  walk  through  the  vale  and  the  shadow, 

Through  suit' 'rings,  and  trials  and  care, 
And  when  you  get  safely  to  glory, 

You'll  meet,  yes,  you'll  meet  us  all  there  ! 

MINNIE   WATKK».      1863. 

Set  to  Music  by    8ILa«  j.  vail. 
Used  by  per,  Philip  Phillips. 

TRUE    SERVICE. 

Tune— "Oui<l«  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah." 

1  Whatsoever  be  our  danger. 

Still  to  God  wc  must  be  true  : 
We  must  brave  the  rage  of  rulers. 

If  the  Master's  work  we  do. 
"  Faithful  unto  death,"  he  bids  us. 

Promises  the  crown  of  life 
If  we  waver  not,  nor  fail  Him, 

In  the  fierce  and  bitter  strife. 

2  Steadfiist  must  we  be  as  Stephen, 

Speaking  truth  unto  the  death  ; 
And  like  him  with  pure  forgiving 

Pray  for  foes  with  wasting  breath. 
Suff'ring  ))ain  and  condemnation, 

Without  murmuring  or  moan. 
Keeping  bright,  through  persecution, 

Visions  of  the  heavenly  throne. 

3  May  we  not  be  found  consenting. 

Like  impetuous,  erring  Saul, 
When  the  world  condemns  the  righteous. 

For  their  faith  and  zeal  to  fall  ? 
Give  us,  Saviour,  strength  and  courage. 

Through  all  ills,  thy  law  to  keep  ; 
And  may  we,  when  life  is  ending. 

In  thy  service  fall  asleep. 

ELLEN  OLIVER. 

By  per.  U.  C.  Cook. 

'TIS   JESUS.   ONLY   JESUS. 

Tuno— "Ho,  rtaprrt  qf  Life'i  Harvest" 

1   Not  for  its  walls  of  jasper, 

Nor  for  its  golden  street, 
Nor  for  its  pearly  gateways. 

Is  heaven  to  me  so  sweet ; 
Nor  for  its  garnishetl  lowers. 

Its  clear  and  crystal  sea. 
Nor  for  its  siu'e  foinidations, 

Is  it  so  dear  to  inc. 


Ciionus —  'T  is  Jesus,  only  Jesus, 

O  j)urest,  sweetest  bliss  ! 
We  then  shall  look  on  Jesus, 
And  see  llim  as  He  is. 

2  Within  the  holy  city. 

There's  never  any  night ; 
No  need  of  sun  or  candle, 

For  Jesus  is  its  light. 
Then  with  His  saved  and  ransomed, 

He'll  make  His  own  abode. 
And  we  will  be  His  jjcople. 

And  He  will  be  our  God. 

3  And  naught  impure  can  enter. 

Nothing  defiled  therein  ; 
Nothing  that  leads  to  folly, 

Nothing  that  tempts  to  sin. 
O  i)ure  and  holy  city, 

Abode  of  Christ  my  Lord, 
This  is  the  strong  attraction 

That  draws  me  thitherward. 

AXNIE  CnMMINOS, 
Set  to  Music  by  j.  ii.  stillmax,  in  D.  C.  Cook's  "Manual." 


THE   CROWN    OF   GLORY. 

"Ye  shall  receive  a  crown  of  glory."  -i  Pet.  v:  4. 

C.  M. 

Tune    -  "  Chrixtma*." 

1  Go  forth  !  young  soldiers  of  the  cross,  the  battle-hour 

is  nigh, 
And  ye  have  bound  the  armor  on,  for  Christ  to  live 

or  die  ; 
Our  bugle  ne'er  shall  soimd  retreat,  while  Jesus  leads 

us  on. 
We  will  not  lay  our  weapons  by,  until  we   wear  the 

crown. 

2  Be  watchful !  army  of  the  cross,  the   foe  is  lurking 

nigh  ; 
A  soul  must  be  the  mighty  loss,  if  but  one  soldier  die  ; 
Whene'er  you  dare  the  hostile  ranks,  forget  not  that 

within 
There  hides  a  most  terrific  foe,  the  wily  inbred  sin. 

3  Rejoice !  yomig  soldiers  of  the  cross,  the  victory  is 

sure  ; 
The  harp,  the  palm,  are  waiting  all  who   to   the  end 

endure ; 
Your  weary  feet  shall  walk  the  street,  all  paved  with 

gold  on  high. 
And  He  who  wore  a  crow  n  of  thorns  will  crown  you 

in  the  sky. 

MRS.    E.    M.   SANOSTKR. 

Copyright,  1862,  in  "  Goldcu  Shore.'     Tsed  by  per,  Biglow  &  Main. 


GOSPEL  TEMPERANCE.    AFTER  CONVERSION/. 

BEAUTIFUL  HOUR. 


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THE   CROSS-BEARER 

1  Wlien  I  set  out  to  follow  Jesus, 

My  Lord  a  cross  lield  out  to  ine, 
Wliicli  I  must  take,  and  bear  it  onward, 

If  I  would  His  disciple  be. 
1  turned  n\\  head  anotlier  way, 
And  said,  Not  tiiis,  my  Lord,  I  pray  ! 

2  Yet,  as  I  could  not  quite  refuse  Him, 

I  sought  out  many  another  kind, 
And  tried  among  those  painted  crosses 

The  smallest  of  them  all  to  find. 
But  still  the  Lord  held  forth  my  own  ; 
This  must  thou  bear,  and  this  aloue. 

3  Unheeding  then  my  dear  Lord's  ofler 

ISIy  burdens  all  on  Him  to  lay, 
I  tried  myself  my  cross  to  lighten, 
*        By  cutting  part  of  it  away. 
Aud"^  still  the  more  I  tried  to  do, 
The  rest  of  it  more  heavy  grew. 

4  Well,  if  I  cannot  go  without  it, 

I'll  make  of  it  the  most  I  may; 
And  so  1  held  my  cross  uplifted, 

In  sight  of  all  who  came  that  way- 
Alas  !  my  pride  found  bitterly. 
My  cross'  looked  small  to  all  but  me  ! 

5  And  then  I  was  ashamed  to  bear  it, 

Where  othAs  walked  so  free  and  light, 
And  trailed  it  in  the  dust  behind  me, 

And  tried  to  keep  it  out  of  sight. 
Till  Jesus  said,  Art  thou  indeed 
Ashamed  to  follow  as  I  lead  ? 

6  No  !  no  !      W hy  this  shall  be  my  glory — 

All  other  things  I'll  count  but  loss  ; 
And  so  I  even  fashioned  garlands, 

And  hung  them  round  about  my  cross. 
Ah,  foolish  one !  such  works  are  dead. 
Bear  it  for  me,  the  Master  said. 

7  And  still  I  was  not  prompt  to  mind  Him, 

lUit  let  my  self-will  choose  the  way  ; 
And  sought  me  out  new  forms  of  service, 

And  would  do  all  things  but  obey. 
My  Lord  !  I  bless  Thee  for  the  pain 
That  drove  my  heart  to  Thee  again, 

8  I  bore  it  then,  with  Him  before  me, 

Right  onward  through  the  day's  white  heat; 
Till  with  the  toil  and  pain  o'ermastered, 

I  fainting  fell  dt)wn  at  His  feet. 
But  for  His  matchless  care  that  day, 
I  should  have  perished  where  I  lay. 

0  But  Oh !  I  grew  so  very  weary 

When  life  and  sense  crept  back  once  more ! 
The  whole  horizon  hung  with  darkness. 

And  grief  where  joy  had  lu-en  before ; 
il.tter  to  die,  I  said,  and  rest, 
Tlian  live  with   such  a  bunUn  pressed. 


10  Then  Jesus  spoke  :  Bring  liere  thy  burden, 

Ami  find  in  me  a  full  release ; 
Bring  all  thy  sorrows,  all  thy  longingR, 

And  take  instead   My  perfect  fjeace. 
Trving  to  bfur  thy  cross  alone  I 
Child,  the  misUike  is  all  thine  own. 

11  And  now  my  cross  is  all  supported, — 

Part  on  my  Lord,  and  jiart  on  mc : 
But  as  He  is  so  much  the  stronger, 

lie  seems  to  bear  it — I  go  free. 
I  touch  its  weight  just  here  and  here, — 
Weight  that  would  crush  were  He  not  ncan 

12  Or  if  at  times  it  scemeth  heavy. 

And  if  I  droop  along  the  road. 
The  Master  lays  His  own  sweet  promise 

Between  my  shoidder  and  tht-  load  : 
Bidding  my  heart  look  uj),  not  down. 
Till  the  cross  fades  before  the  crown. 

ANNA    II.    WAHNriL 

Autljor  of  "Wide,  Wide  World,"  riaUsr  of  Elizabolh  Wimiw. 

RECEIVE    ME   TO   GLORY. 

1  Receive  me  to  glory  ! 

That  beautiful  land  ! 
Shall  I  in  that  kingdom 

All  gloriliecl   stand. 
And  sing  with  the  ransomed 

At  Jesus'  right  hand  ! 

2  Receive  me  to  glory  ! 

No  angel  can  know 
The  height  of  my  rapture 

As  onward  I  go, 
Redeemed  for  His  kingdom! 

Washed  whiter  than  snow! 

3  Receive  me  to  glory  ! 

O  beautiful  thought ! 
The  blessed  redemjjtion 

That  Jesus  hath  wrought 
To  glory,  bright  glory. 

My  soul  shall  be  brought. 

4  Receive  me  to  glory  ! 

0  Jesus,  my  Lord, 

I  cling  to  Thy  jiromise, 

1  trust  in  Thy  wonl. 
On  earth  and  in  inavcn 

Thy  name  be  adored. 

Miu.  r.  A.  r.  WOOD  wiiiTS.    Not.  21.  I87L 

AT    EVENTIDE. 

L    M. 

1    My  flesh  is  weary  ;  but  the  way 
Lies  nearer  to  the  vales  of  rest. 
And  slowly,  slowly  creeps  the  day 
Down  to  the  threslu.ld  of   the  wost 
•_'    l)i  ar  Father!  if  Thy  love  should  send 
Some  angel  full  of  pity  sweet 
To  nerve  mc  for  the  coming  end. 
He'll  track  me  by  my  blee<ling  feet 


3  I  think,  O  Father !  thou^jh  my  sight 

DiscTi,  uo  higu  of  help  around, 
ihou  wilt  uot  hold  mv  Mrhii.jr  Ji.,ht 
Aor  yive  me  uuy  needless  woiuTd. ' 

4  Thou  wilt  not  l.lame  the  trusting  heart 

1  liat  w  itless,  hlindly  reaching  out, 
No  hiossoni  from  its  thorn  eonld  part 

When  tiiorns  were  set  with  flowers  about. 

5  Thou 'It  lead  me  from  this  evening  land, 

And  with  a  morning  crown  my  night, 
What  tinu!  my  victor  soul  shall  stand 
Krect.  transfigured  in  Thy  sight! 

MRS.   LAUKA   RKDDEV  MKARINr).      (HriWAttD  CiLVJJDON.;     By  per. 
From  "Sweat  Bells  Jangled-" 


SONG   OF   THE   CONVERTED 
BLUE    RIBBON    ARMY. 

Time-  •■  Battle  Hymn  of  the  Itepublic." 

1   We  arc  here  a  baud  of  pilgrims  marching  on  to  heaven 
above, 

'Neath  the  broad  and  starry   banner  of  a    Saviour's 

deathless  love  ; 
We  have  joined   Immanuel's  army,  and   from   Him 
we  11  never  rove, 

With  hope  we're  marching  on  ! 
Cho. — Glory,  glory  hallelujah  ! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah  ! 
In  hope  we're  inarching  on, 

2  O  Thou  Christ,  our  blest  Redeemer !  Thou  the  risen 
crucified ! 

Who  once,  in  meek  humility,  didst  on  earth  in   flesh 

abide ! 
From  tempting  sin  to  save  us,  keep  us  ever. near  Thy 

As  we  go  marching  on. 
Cho. — Glory,  glory  hallelujah  ! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah  ! 
In  meekness  marchin"-  on. 

3  With  the  helmet  of  salvation,  mav  our  heads  be  ever 

crowned, 

And  the  shield  of  faith  encompass  every  waiting  heart 
around ;  ° 

Feet  white-sandalled  with  the  Gospel,  thus  equipped 

may  we  be  found  ;  i    rr     j 

As  we  go  marching  on. 

Cho. — (Jlory,  glory  hallelujah  ! 

(ilory.  glory  hallelujah! 

In  faith  we're  marching  on  ! 

4  Lead  us  on  to  bloodless  vict'ry,  over  sin   and   every 

snare, 
By  the  cross  an.!  love-starred  banner,  bv  the  mi-ht 
of  fervent  prayer ;  "  * 


"■"'  ::^tt  """^ "'  I"""'-' '"'  ■""  fee'  «w 

\\'itli  courage  marching  on. 
Cho.— (ilory.  glory  hallelujah  ! 
Glory,  g|„ry  hallelujah  ! 
With  courage  marching  on  ! 

'  ""*'jfSJ^''''^'^'«i""^'0  Thou  blessed  Prince 

''''i;st::;''^^^'-^"»p----^^-ieadiy 

So  n-y^alHhe  tender  virtues  and  sweet  charities  in- 
And  joy  go  marching  on. 

Clio.— Glory,  glory  hallelujah  ! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah  ! 
With  joy  we're  marching  on  !  « 

And  love  go  marching  on. 
Cho.— Glory,  glory  hallelujah  ! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah !. 
With  love  we're  marching  on  ! 

MAKV  c.  WEBSTER. 

Bocky  Hill,  Conn.    1881 


MY   CUP    RUNNETH    OVER 


FOR  A   READING. 

Wherefore  drink  with  me,  friends!  It  is  no  drau-ht 

Uf  red  intoxication;  at  its  brim  ° 

No  vine-wreathed  head  of  Bacchus  ever  lau-hed— 

I  his  pilgrim-cup  of  mine,  now  worn  and  dim 

n  itJi  tune's  rough  usage ;  no  bright  bubbles  swim, 

Or  foam  beads  sparkling  over.     Have  ye  quaffed 

The  waters  clear  that  through  green  pastures  glide, 

A\  here  they  who  love  the  Shepherd  follow  Him  ' 

Brimmed  with  His  peace,  my  soul  is  satisfied  • 

Coo  er  are  my  feverish  fancies,  calmed  the  stir 

Uf  dreams  whose  end  was  onlv  bitterness. 

Healed  at  this  fount  our  inmost  ail  would  be. 

i)id  we  but  health  above  disease  prefer. 

My  cup  is  filled  at  wells  whose  blessedness 

A  world's  thirst  cannot  drain.   Friends,  drink  with  ma 

LUtV    LARCUM.. 


GOSPEL  TEMPERANCE.    AFTER  CONVERSION    JESUS  OUR  REFUOE  AND  DEFENCE. 


54.1 


ONWARD. 


BELLE  HONTICELLO. 


Fm.   UTi:  1-6;    xxtUI  :  7. 


Hn.  B.  W.  BPKXCEB. 


Con  anima. 


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THE   SHADOW   OF  THE   ALMIGHTY. 

"Bmsiuo  Ttiou  LnrO,  hut  been  my  help,  thr^reforc  la  the  shadow  ut 
Thy  wUiEs  will  I  rcjoio«."  P*.  Ixiil :  7. 

Tunc— "Manoalt'. 

1  IJi'causf  Thou,  Lord,  hast  been  my  help, 

I  will  njoicc  and  sing  ; 
Ktinatiiii;  to  my  ri'fiijfe  sweet — 
The  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

2  How  safe  I  am  from  Satan's  power ; 

He  cannot  here  alarm  ; 
And  if  he  hurl  his  fiery  dart, 
Thy  wing  j)rotects  from  harm. 

3  When  wiary  in  the  way,  dear  Lord, 

I   here  refreshment  find. 
Thy  word  my  shield  and  buckler  is, 
Yea,  rest  for  heart  and  mind. 

4  Here  would  I  ever  sing  Thy  praise 

With  all  my  heart  and  voice. 
And  though  the  fiery  trial  glow, 
I  can —  I  do  rejoice. 

5  I  would  abide  while  life  shall  last 

Beneath  Thy  wings,  my  Lord, 
And  trust  in  Tliy  Almighty  grace 
This  "  covert  "  doth  afford. 

6  And  when  I  come  where  death's  low  vale 

Its  shadow  o'er  me  flings, 
'T  will  be  the  shadow  to  me  dear, 
'*  The  shadow  of  Thy  wings." 

ELIZEBETH   C.   nREES. 

Born  in  Foxtmro,  Mass. 
June  20tb  1S21. 


Brooklyn  N.  Y.  188L 


PRAY    WITHOUT   CEASING. 

"  The  Angel  of  the  Lord  eucampeth  around  about  them  that  fear  Him." 

1*8.  iiiiv :  8- 

Tune  —  "Contrition." 

1  Praying,  always  praying. 

Father,  I  should  be. 
Drawing  daily,  hourly. 

Needful  strength  from  Thee, 
Holy  Father,  help  me 
Kv'ry  task  to  greet, 
Saf<'ly  from  all  danger 
Guide  my  wand'ring  feet, 
Choris — Pr.iying,  always  praying, 
nuinl)le  though  I  be  ; 
Even  while  I'm  calling, 
Thou  dost  answer  me. 

2  Praying,  always  praying  ; 

There  are  darksome  w.ays, 
W^here  a  tempted  brother 

Sometimes  thoughtless  strays; 
I  would  come  then  ipiickly. 

And  with  trust  comj)lete 
Lay  liis  cause  Iwfore  Thee, 

At   riiy  mercy -seat, 

"  Ml«.  lUriK-tl  WK»  horn  hi  WitrtTlllo.  Conn  .  and  In  the  'UughU-r  of  oni-  < 
(.  r.  rr.  ■•  |..n«  mti«  w  1814      lu  187.1  nhe  wm  rlrrti^  HutW  Trmldpnt  of  «'onn 

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3  Praying,  always  praying, 

'T  is  no  matter  where : 
Thou.  O  God,  wilt  meet  me — 

Thou  art  ev'ryn  here. 
I  can  never  wander 

From  Thy  watchful  eye ; 
Thou  wilt  ever  hear  me 

AVheu  to  Thee  I  cry. 

MATTIE  PEARSON   RMITH. 


5|trs.  at.  3.  HiDJicr 


Ky  i)er. 


Who  ha«  written  so  acceptably  for  more  than  twenty  years,  lo«t  her 
husband  K.llis  U.  Kidder  in  the  service  of  his  couutr>".  during  the  late 
civil  war.  .She  resides  in  New  York,  and  still  writes  many  beautiful 
hymns  that  are  doubtleas  productive  of  much  good. 

DID   YOU   THINK    TO    PRAY?. 

1  Kre  you  left  your  room  this  morning 

Did  you  think  to  pray  ? 
In  the  name  of  Christ,  our  Saviour, 
Did  you  sue  for  loving  favor. 

As  a  shield  to-da}'  ? 

2  When  you  met  with  great  temptation 

Did  you  think  to  pray  ? 
I5y  His  dying  love  and  merit, 
Difl  you  claim  the  Holy  Spirit 

As  your  guide  and  stay  ? 

3  When  your  heart  was  fill'd  with  anger, 

Did  you  think  to  pray  ? 
Dill  you  plead  for  grace,  my  brother, 
'Jliat  you  might  forgive  another 

Who  had  crossed  your  way  ? 

4  Wiien  sore  trials  came  upon  you, 

Did  you  think  to  pray  ? 
When  your  soul  was  bowed  in  sorrow, 
Balm  of  Gilead  did  you  borrow 

At  the  gates  of  day  ? 


MRS.   M.  A. 


EtDDER. 
By  per. 


A    PRAYER. 


Tune— "Afarlyii,"  or  "Re/agt." 

1  Jesus,  when  my  barque  is  sailing 

Lightly  o'er  the  sea  of  life, 
When  the  joyous  is  prevailing 

Of  life's  mingled  joy  and  strife  ; 
Let  me,  faithful  to  my  mission. 

Still  pursue  tlie  heavenward  way, 
Till  I  re.ach  its  full  fruition, 

'Mid  the  port  of  endless  day. 

i  Jesus,  when  the  storm-cloud,  pending. 

Spreads  afar  in  sullen  gloom. 
When  the  joys  that  seemed  unending 

Find,  alas  !  an  early  tomb  : 
Let  my  sa<l  heart  fondly  cherish 

Hopes  of  joys  that  ne'er  shall  end; 
Ami.  though  earthly  friendships  perish, 

Be  Thou  my  eternal  Friend. 

*  ELLEN  C.   BAR.SETT. 
New  Haven,  Conn.,  April.  1883. 

if  the  old  llmr  Mrtlii«lli<i  niiiilsl«'r*.  who  kiwi  a  niemher  of  the  old  New  York  Ton- 
W,  C.  T.  U.,  and  aftrrwanlii  HtaU-  Trt-«*urer.    Hhe  now  resides  with  a  sister  in 


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NEED    OF   JESUS. 

Tunc— "  HVfr6." 
7a  i:  6a.     D. 

1  I  ro»il<l  not  do  without  Thee, 

()  Saviour  of  tlie  lost, 
Wiiose  procious  blood  redta-mcil  luc, 

At  sucli  troiufiulous  cost. 
Ti>y  righteousin'ss,  Tliy  pardon, 

Thv  |)ri'iious  hlocxl  must  be 
My  only  liopo  and  comfort, 

]My  glory  and  my  plea. 

2  I  could  not  do  without  Thee, 

I  cannot  stand  alone  ; 
I  have  no  strength  or  goodness, 

No  wisdom  of  my  own. 
But   Thou,  beloved  Saviour, 

Art  all  in  all  to  me ; 
Anil  weakness  will  be  power, 

If  leaning  hard  on  Thee. 

3  I  could  not  do  without  Thee; 

For  Oh  I   the  way  is  long. 
And  I  am  often  weary. 

And  sigh  replaces  song. 
How  could  I  do  without  Thee  ? 

I  do  not  know  the  way  ; 
Thou  knowest  and  Thou  leadest, 

And  wilt  not  let  me  stray. 

4  I  could  not  do  without  Thee; 

For  years  are  fleeting  fast. 
And  soon,  in  solemn  loneliness, 

The  river  nmst  be  passed. 
But  Thou  wilt  never  leave  me  ; 

And  though  the  waves  roll  high, 
I  know  Thou  wilt  be  near  me, 

Aud  whisper,  "  It  is  I." 


r.  B,  UATcaoA^ 


(Tlia  <1«T  that  lh«  moUii-r  of  Mra.  Howe  «u  bonw  t«>  bcr  Ual 
ratlnt:  pi*"!,  all"  (.Mm.  II  I  t.K.k  up  llw  w ^11  worn  Bil.lo  Uw  <K«r  old 
buly  liiKl  1"»«1  ">  much.  »uJ  •tudicJ  «•  («lUifull)r,  U>  ac*  If  atiiue  •orU 
'of  ouufuit  lu  her  loiicUiH-moouia  uol  lio  fciund  aomo  w.irJ  of  Ufo  to 
help  lur  to  lin-.  It  .iicnud  at  llm  imicUi  I'aahii.  The  flfu-niUi  »rfio 
wiu  luuktrd  with  It  cni«i  •fall  uiioii  mo  In  Hi"-  <l»y  of  lr.iul.lu  "  It  arm* 
Uii-  oulr  Ti-mc  iiiiirk.a  kujrwUcrc.  aiid  »u  aa  If  alio  hail  a|.ikfii  Ui  bar 
benuTp.!  dauKhU-r.  who  now  f,lt  calim-J  aud  eouifi.rUrd.  Tlial  liideii- 
oal  CTH*.  liitcnaiflKl  the  promlac,  and  polutwl  d.^-jwr  uiimninK  for  her. 
Out  of  ihla  cplaode  grew  tbo  followlus  tender  aoof.  wblcJi  haa  a  i 
oca  tu  the  kutbor  that  no  other  of  brr  oumpoiltloiu  oao  claim.  I 


IN   THE   DAY   OF  TROUBLE. 

1  Call  upon  me,  saith  the  I^onl, 

In  the  day  of  trouble,  call  ; 
Wlieii  fierce  temj)est.s  are  abro.id. 

When  loud  thunder-tones  appall  I 
Then  will  I  deliver  thee. 

Walking  closely  by  tliy  side. 
Calming  life's  most  troubled  sea. 

Holding  back  its  angry  tide. 

2  Lord,  we  hear  Thee  and  obey  ; 

We  are  weak,  but  Thou  art  strong ; 
Shine  Thou,  st.ir-like,  on  our  way. 

Safely  giiiding  us  along. 
Never,  Lord,  wilt  Thou  forsake 

Any  soul  that  trusts  in  Thee  ; 
Every  fetter  come  and  break. 

Set  our  sin-sick  spirit-s  free. 
8  Upward  lift  we  pleading  hands. 

For  Thy  blessing,  hiuir  by  hour; 
On  each  soul  that  waiting  stands 

Let  Thy  love  descend  with  power. 
Trusting  Thee  our  hope  revives. 

While  we  lean  upon  Thy  word, 
In  our  hearts,  and  in  our  lives. 

Glorifying  Thee  our  Lord. 

CAKOLIKK  tthTtk  nnWB. 
Portland,  MaUw, 


KEEP    ME   SECURE. 

Tnne— "RoAin  A<lair" 

1  Lead  Thou  my  heart  aright,  O  Saviour  true! 
Let  ev'ry  morning  light  my  strength  renew, 

And  Thy  deep  peace  descend  with  early  evening  dew. 
(Juide  Thou  my  heart  aright.  O  Saviour  true! 

2  Keep  Thou  my  spirit  pure,  O  Saviour  dear  ! 

The  flesli  draws  sharp  and  hard,  the  earth  is  ne.ar. 
And  heaven  seems  often  far  to  those  who  .ire  sincere. 
Keep  Thou  my  spirit  pure,  O  Saviour  dear  ! 

;i  Save  Thou  my  soul  secTire,  O  Saviour  strong  I 

("lose   |>ress.   when   least    bethought,  dark  jKiwers  of 

wrong ; 
I  yieltl  not,  let  me  hear  the  heavenly  seraphs'  song; 
Hold  Thou  my  soul  secure,  O  Saviour  strong ! 

ArRiu.a  mint*. 
Oott«gt>  Oron,  M luu..  Aa(..  1881 


HE'LL  GUIDE    ME   STILL. 

Tunc-"JVfarrr,  Jf»  Ood,  to  Tket.' 

1  My  Saviour  feels  for  me  ; 

lie  knows  my  heart — 
He'll  bid  temptations  flee, 

Satan  depart. 
He  trials  diil  endure. 
Tempted  and  yet  was  pure  ; 

He'll  keep  me  from  all  ill — 

He'll  guide  me  still. 

2  Though  fierce  temptations  rise, 

( I  loom  and  dismay  ; 
Though  clouds  o'erspread  the  .skies, 

And  <lark  the  way, 
.Ti"ius  will  near  me  st.iy. 
Drive  all  the  clouds  away  : 

With  love  my  heart  He'll  fill— 

He'll  guide  me  still. 


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WOAfAir  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


3  He'll  lead  me  day  by  day 

Whero'cr  I  go ; 
From  Iliin  I  ueed  not  stray 

To  sill  and  woe, 
If  I  l)ut  trust  His  power, 
In  (lark  t«'iii|)tation's  liour, 

IIi'll  iiil|)  me  do  His  will — 

He'll  guide  me  still. 

MRH.   M.  K.   niNOLE. 
Bet  to  Miulc  by  wr.  8.  MARSHALL,  lu  "Sabbath  School  Maoual,"  Darid 
C.  Cook. 

MORNING    AND    EVENING    PRAYER. 

Tuuc— "M  mrrica," 

1  With  morning  light  I  say, 
"  I  will  be  strong  to-day, 

God  helping  me  ; 
Strong  in  the  true  and  right, 
Striving  witli  all  my  might 
To  follow  Christ  aright, 

And  faithful  be." 

2  At  evening  time  I  pray, 

''  For  all  my  sins  this  day, 

Dour  Lord,  forgive: 
Weak  where  I  should  be  strong. 
So  weak  'gainst  sin  and  wrong. 
How  long,  O  Lord,  how  long, 

Shall  I  so  live  ?  " 

3  Lord,  lot  Thy  perfect  strength 
Mak(!  morning  joy  at  length, 

Touch  even  night ; 
Oh  !  iKisten  Tiiou  the  day 
AVhen  perfect  love  shall  sway 
This  heart  of  mine  alway 

Towards  truth  and  right. 

CARRIE  A.   BRKESB. 

DO    HIS    WILL. 

Tunc  —  "  PrteUnu  Promise." 

1  When  the  morn  awakes  in  beauty, 

May  the  tempter's  voice  be  still 
Let  us  wake  to  trust  and  duty. 
Strive  to  do  our  Father's  will. 
Clio. — Shun  the  tempter,  shun  the  tempter, 
From  liis  dark  devices  flee. 
If  thou  turn  from  sin  to  duty, 
God  thy  strong  defence  will  be. 

2  Sorrow,  anguish,  woe  and  sadness 

In  the  winiMup  hidden  lie; 
We  will  tak<^  the  cu|i  of  gladness 
From  till-  briKtklct  riiipling  by. 

3  Li't  us  ki-cp  His  jirccrpts  holy, 

Thi-n  from  i-vil  we'll  be  free. 
Walk  wiili  llini!  the  meek  and  lowly, 
Wlin  "ill  bill  ilie  temjiter  flee. 

MARIA  BTRAt'R 
S«t  to  MlUlC  b;  RIV.   SAMI'KL   AI.NAN 

Utctl  bjr  per. 


glnna  ^olpkt  Cults, 


Daughter  of  Hod.  Hampden  Cutta.  iraa  bom  In  Xortb  Hartland,  Tt., 
June  17,  1835.  In  Aug,  ISfil,  tAv:  uiarried  A.  T.  Howard.  Much  of  her 
life  lOie  has  been  a  teacher,  beiug  with  her  huaband,  principal  of  aboard- 
Ing  school  near  New  York  for  several  yeare.  From  an  early  age  ahe  haa 
written  prose,  poetry  and  music  contributing  most  acceptably  to  raricnu 
periodicals.  She  Is  one  of  the  most  zealous  workers  of  to-day,  io  the 
temperance  cause  and  all  charitable  works. 

Mrs.  Howard  is  at  the  present  time  one  of  the  most  brilliant  contributors 
to  .Mrs.  E.  T.  Housh's  excellent  journal  "The  Woman's  Magazine," 
Brattleboro,  Vt 

Her  father  and  mother  were  both  One  prose  writers.  The  latter  published 
a  Tolume  entitled  "Life  and  Times  of  William  JarTis"-ber  father. 
He  (Mrs.  Howard's  grandfather!  was  noted  in  his  day  for  hi»  patriotism, 
honesty  and  other  sterlinR  qualities.  He  was  a  personal  friend  of  Jef- 
ferson, and  during  his  administration  was  minister  to  Portugal,  and 
consul  to  Lisbon.  It  was  characteristic  of  him  that  he  nerer  would 
consent  to  receire  any  remuneration  from  Government  for  the  valuable 
services  he  rendered, saying.  "The  Government  needs  it  more  than  Ido." 
Mrs-  Howard's  children  arc  all  gifted,  and  her  eldest  son  bids  fair  to 
become  prominent  as  a  writer  and  a  poet,  thus  doing  credit  and  honor  to 
his  accomplished.  Christian  mother,  so  active  in  all  good  works. 


THE   SURE    REFUGE. 

John  xiv  :  23.     Ps.  xlvi  :  1-2— lii :  4.— cxliv  :  2. 

1  Jesus  !  dear  Saviour,  come,  dwell  in  my  breast ; 
When  Thou  art  with  me  I'm  ever  at  rest ; 

In  trouble  and  sorrow  be  Thou  ever  near. 

If  Thou  art  my  helper  what  harm  need  I  fear? 

If  darkness  distrust  and  temptation  assail. 

The  Lord  is  my  refuge.  His  strength  shall  prevail ; 

I'll  ask  for  His  blessing  and  trust  in  His  grace. 

And  He'll  show  me  the  light  of  His  glorious  face. 

2  If  poverty  pinches,  with  hunger  and  cold. 
Remember  the  lot  of  our  Saviour  of  old  ; 

The  fo.xes  have  holes — e'en  the  bird  hath  its  nest ; 

But  never  a  home  had  our  Saviour  for  rest. 

The  glorious  Redeemer  and  Saviour  of  all. 

Yet  He  stoopeth  to  listen  whenever  we  call; 

Our  strength  and  salvation,  our  guide  and  our  friend, 

Wlio'll  be  with  us  to  help  us  and  love  to  the  end. 

3  AVhen  clouds  gather  round  us   He  makes   the  way 

bright, 
He  fills  us  with  joy.  with  love  and  with  light ; 
Oh  I  whatever  liefalls  us  we  never  need  fear, 
Since  in  joy  or  in  sorrow  He  ever  is  near. 
Jesus  I  dear  Saviour,  come,  dwell  in  my  breast, 
When  Thou  art  with  me  I'm  ever  at  rest. 
In  trouble  and  sorrow  be  Thou  ever  near, 
If  Thou  art  my  helper  what  harm  need  I  fear  ? 


A>'KA  BOLVOEK  HOWARD. 


A    PRAYER. 
L.  M. 

O  Son  of  God  !   Redeemer  Tiiou, 

Asceixled  to  Thy  glorious  throne  ; 
Subjeeteil  unto  Him  alone, 

Hefore  whom  all  with  all  shall  bow. 
Be  ours  to  follow,  ours  to  love 

The  pure  example  Thou  hast  given, 
To  lead  us  to  that  l)lessed  heaven, 

liegiin  below,  complete  above. 


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3  Keep  us,  we  ask,  from  placing  trust 

In  aught  save  that  Thou  dost  reveal ; 
Believing  Thou  woulil  naiiglit  conceal. 
That  \vc  bliall  know,  chiklren  of  dust. 

4  When  life's  great  mysteries  appall, 

And  darkling  douhis  come  sweeping  o'er, 
Our  sky,  above  this  mortal  shore. 

Till  blind  we  grope,  or  stagg'ring  fall ; 

5  Thine  be  the  arm  our  souls  to  raise  ; 

Tiiine  be  the  power  to  heal  our  sight ; 
Anil  lead  by  pleasant  paths  of  light. 

Thro'  earth's  oft-shadow'd,  'wild'ring  maze. 
G  When  heavily  the  hand  of  grief 

Upon  our  (juiv'ring  heart-chords  lie, — 
As  with  the  loved,  our  spirits  die, 

And  nothing  human  yields  relief ; — 

7  Shine  Thou  serenely  on  our  sight, — 

A  star  unfurling. — o'er  the  tomb  ; 
Dispelling  all  its  sad'ning  gloom, 

Flooding  its  portal  drear,  with  light! 

8  Thy  Spirit  ever  be  our  guiih; ; 

Through  Thee  to  learn  the  Father's  love  ; 
Through  Thee,  Oh  !  may  the  Hcdy  Dove 
Within  our  souls  fore'er  abid  I 

MARV  r.  WEII8TCB. 
R  cky  Hill,  (^onn.  1883. 

THE    ROCK   THAT    IS    HIGHER. 

1  Oh  I  sometimes  the  shadows  are  deep, 

And  rough  seems  the  path  to  the  goal, 
And  sorrows,  sometimes  how  they  sweep 
Like  tempests  down  over  the  soid. 
Ciiouus — Oh  !  then,  to  the  Rock  let  me  fly, 
To  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

2  Oh !  sometimes  how  long  seems  the  day, 

And  sometimes  how  weary  my  feet ; 
But  toiling  in  life's  dusty  way. 

The  Rock's  blessed  shadow  how  sweet ! 

3  Oh  I  near  to  the  Rock  let  me  keep. 

If  blessings  or  sorrows  prevail  ; 
Or  climbing  the  mountaiu  way  steep, 
Or  walking  the  shadowy  vale  ; 
Then  quick  to  the  Rock  I  can  fly. 
To  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

KLIZAHiml  J0IIN8OIT. 
Set  to  Huaic  by  w.  (i.  nsmEB,  Id  "The  Sheaf."  pub.  by  An  UulL 

LOI    I    AM    WITH    YOU    ALWAY. 

Matt.  xiTiil :  JO. 
TNinc — "Hote  Jinn  a  FountUition.'* 

1  Jesus  !  my  Saviour  !   I  know  Thou  art  near  us, 
Watching  Thy  children  with  tenderest  care, 
Waiting  to  bless  us,  and  ready  to  save  us 

From   sin    and    from    harm,   if   we   seek  Thoo  in 
prayer. 
Cho. — Jesus  is  watching  us  I    Jesus  is  loving  us  I 

When  we  remember  this  can  we  do  wrong  ? 
Jesus  is  watching  us  I    Jesns  is  loving  us  I 
Jesus  is  ueur  to  us  all  the  day  long  ! 


S{>irits  of  evil  are  round  us  to  tempt  us, 

Trying  to  lure  us  from  virtue  and  peace  ; 
Say,  shall  we  yield i*     No!  for  Jesus  is  near  us, 

Speak  but  His  name  and  tempLatiou  will  ceu8C. 
Powers  of  hell  vainly  lure  us  to  evil. 

Trusting  in  Jesus  alone  we  are  strong; 
Satan  is  strong,  but  our  Jesus  is  stronger. 

And  He  is  near  to  us  all  the  day  long. 

XUSA    HOLVOKK  IIOWAItU.   U81 


RENUNCIATION. 

Tune— "/r»uj  Lova  Jf<."— omitting  Chonu. 

Angel  beautiful,  yet  stern, 

EvermoH!  of  thee  I  learn  ; 

I  have  placed  my  hand  in  thine : 

Sign  my  forehead  with  thy  sign  ! 

Lead  me  onward  :   fearlessly 

I  am  vowt^d  to  follow  thee 

O'er  the  desert — to  the  strife, 

Waving  back  the  joys  of  life. 

Love-wreathed  blossoms,  from  each  stem 

Sec  I  pluck  and  scatter  them  ! 

Buds  my  he-art  hath  cherished  much  ; 

Let  them  wither  at  thy  touch  1 

Phantoms  that  before  me  glide 

In  thy  presence  are  defied — 

What  can  cloud  the  soul,  or  chill, 

Learned  by  thee  to  conquer  ill  1 

Go  before  me  mutely  calm. 

In  thy  hand  the  victor-palm. 

And  with  lips  of  still  disdaiu 

Smiling  on  the  spectre  pain. 

So  my  soul  must  learn  to  smile. 

Struggling  on  through  Life's  detilc, 

F.Te  I  gain  the  higher  steeps 

Where  eternal  starlight  sleeps. 

MKit.  M.   A.   M.   CKAMBB,  USL 


LORD,    HELP    ME    WATCR 

Tune— 'Vii<(  lu  /  am."    (F.  lUt.l 

1  Lord,  help  me  watch  with  constant  care, 

Lest  thoughts  of  hate  and  envy  start, 
For  he  that  hateth  nuist  beware 

Lest  guilt  of  murder  stain  his  heart. 

2  Lord,  make  ray  heart  so  much  like  Thine, 

There  shall  be  room  for  love  alone  ; 
Mav  I  not  grieve  when  Thou  h-ost  blest 
My  brother's  life  above  my  own. 

3  Thv  homo,  dear  Lord,  is  one  of  peaco. 

No  soiuid  of  strife,  no  stjiin  of  sin; 
And  none  that  onvv.  none  that  hate. 
And  none  that  kill  can  enter  in. 

HI-UAH  ■.   PAT. 

S«i  lo  Muiic  bj  fmnfu  tiAiuitaoii,  und  by  pw.  D.  C. 


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THE    MOUNT. 

When  anxious  cares  corrode  the  breast, 

Antl  sad  forebo<linj^s  rise  ; 

Wiifii  sore  tt^'inptations  ine  molest, 

And  .sorrow  robs  me  of  my  rest ; 

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And  tearful  turn  to  Calvary. 

When  f;riefs  assail  and  trials  come, 

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When  earthly  hopes  have-  found  a  tomb — 

S\ve«!t  thou;,'lits  of  heavin  di>pil  my  gloom- 

For,  Jesus  I    then  I  look  to  Thee, 

AikI  prayerful  turn  to  Calvary. 

AVhcii  foes  are  fierce,  frien<ls  found  untrue, 

Wiieii  all  is  dark  ami  drear. 

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How  conque.^l  out  of  eoiiHict  grew, 

And.  Je.sus  I  then  I  look  to  Thee, 

And  prayerful  turn  to  Calvary. 


4  When  feeble  pulses,  beating  slow. 
Warn  of  life's  waning  hour  ; 
Then.  Jesus  !  may  I  joyful  know. 
That  Thou  canst  dying  grace  bestow ; 
That  not  in  vain  I've  looked  to  Thee, 
And  turned  in  faith  to  Calvary. 

5  What  rapture  o'er  the  soul  will  steal, 
When  through  eternity 

This  Jesus  shall  His  love  reveal. 
Who  died  the  iieart's  deep  wounds  to  heal ! 
Salvation's  stream  still  flows  from  Thee, 
O  sacred,  blood-stained  Calvary! 

C  Thou  Holy  Blount !  from  thee  we  learn 
Our  daily  cross  to  bear; 
When  burdens  press  to  Thee  we  turn. 
And  find  new  zeal  within  us  burn  ; 
Then  never  let  forgotten  be 
The  debt  we  owe  to  Calvary. 

MItS.    ANNIE   LANMAN    ANUll 


OOSPEL  TEMPERANCE.    AFTER  CONVERSION.    JESU.S  OUR  REFUOE  AND  DEFENCB.  551 


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Tune—  "Merctft  Free."    Gospel  Hymns,  No.  3. 

1  Motliinks  I  can  my  Saviour  see 

Bearing  His  own  heavy  cross ; 
Bearing  that  shameful  cross  for  me ; 

All  tor  me,  all  for  me. 
Now  weeping  o'er  a  guilty  race, 
With  tender  pity  in  His  face  ; 
Struggling  up  Mount  Calvary, 

All  for  me,  all  for  me. 

2  I  see  that  bruised  thorn-clad  brow, 

All  for  me,  all  for  nia^ 
I  see  the  giddy  rabblc^B^v  ; 

All  for  me,  all  for  me. 
I  see  the  Prince  of  glory  die 
For  all  the  race  of  sinners  vile ; 
Creation  trembles  at  the  view, 

All  for  nie,  all  for  me. 

3  The  sun  withdraws  herself  from  sight ; 

All  for  me,  all  for  me. 
Earth  clothes  herself   in  blackest  night, 

Drearily,  drearii)'. 
I  hear  a  voice  from  Calvary, 
The  Son  of  (iod  in  agony, — 
"  H:ust  Thou,  my  God,  forsaken  me?" 

All  for  me,  aU  for  me. 

4  Many  the  blessed  words  He  spoke, 

All  for  me.  nil  for  me. 
Till'  chains  of  death  and  liell  He  broko. 
All  for  me,  all  for  me. 


'T  is  finished  !  "  sinful  man  is  free  ; 
Hark  !  hark  !  those  words  from  Calvary, 
The  Son  of  God  has  died  for  me, 
Even  me,  even  me. 

Stripped  of  sin's  galling  chains  and  strength. 

Can  it  be,  can  it  be  ? 
The  sous  of  earth  are  freed  at  length. 

Even  me,  even  me. 
All  heaven  rejoices,  now,  to  know 
That  God's  own  Son  did  love  us  so. 
Ransomed  us  on  Mount  Calvary  ; 

Praise  to  Thee  !  praise  to  Thee  ! 

MBS.   M.    L.   WRtOBTMAN. 

Harper  City,  Kas.    1883- 


WHAT   CLAIM    HAVE    I? 


1  With  such  a  groveling  heart  how  shall  I  dare 
Ask  Thee,  my  Lord,  to  make  Thy  dwelling  there? 
Because  the  Bethlehem  stable  Thou  didst  share. 

2  With  restless  passions  surging  like  a  sea. 
How  can  I  think  to  find  repose  for  Thee? 
Because  Thy  voice  hushed  stormy  Galilee. 

3  With  guilt's  defilement  stained  without,  within, 
How  may  I  hope  Thy  cleansing  grace  to  win? 
Because  Thou  saidst,  "  I  have  forgiven  thy  sin." 

4  With  soul-afTections  stony-cold  and  dead, 
What  claim  have  I  to  plead  for  life  instead? 
lieeause  in  Josejib's  tomb  wivs  laid  thy  head. 

MAROARFT    J.    rKKHTON. 


QOSI'EL  TEMPERANCE.     AFTER  CONVERSION.    JESUS  OUR  REFUGE  AND  DEFENCE. 


553 


OPPRESSED    WITH    SIN. 

1  Oppressed  witlj  sin  and  woe, 

A  bunluiied  lieiirt  I  hear; 
0|)|iosL'd  l)y  many  a  nii^lily  foe, 
Yet  will  1  not  (It'spair. 

2  I  fed  that  I  am  weak, 

And  prone  to  every  sin  ; 
But  Tliou  who  giv'st  to  those  who  seek, 
Wilt  give  me  strength  within. 

8  I  need  not  fear  my  foes, 
I  need  not  yield  to  eare, 
I  need  not  j^iiik  beneath  the  woes, 
For  Thou  wilt  answer  prayer. 

4  In  my  Redeemer's  name 
I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
And  all  unwortiiy  as  I  am 
My  God  will  welcome  me. 

CUXKLOTTE  BBOKTC. 


SOUGHT   OUT. 

Imlah  IzU:  U. 
Tuue — "  Marlyn"  or  "Rf/uut." 

1  Can  it  be  that  Jesus  sought  me? 

Yes;   Ilis  word  I  must  believe. 
Loved  nie,  chose  me  ere  I  knew  Ilim. 

Sought  that  I  might  Ilim  receive. 
Chose  me,  sought  me,  called  mc  to  Ilim, 

When  a  child.  His  voice  I  heard. 
In  my  youth  He  found  and  saved  me, 

Through  His  blessed,  gracious  word. 

2  Rut  liow  sad  the  truthful  story  I 

I  from  Him  did  turn  away  ; 
Souglit  in  human  love  my  jjleasurcs; 

From  His  heart  I  thus  did  stray, 
Yet,  O  wondrous,  truthful  story, 

Faitliful  still  He  followed  me, 
Souiiht  to  win  me  —  loving  Siiephcrd, 

Called  mc  in  His  fold  to  flee. 

3  Praise  His  name  I   again  He  found  me, 

Held  me  closely  —  kept  me  near. 
More  and  more  His  grace  bestowing, 

While  He  grew  to  me  more  dear. 
Then  there  came  a  time  so  precious, 

When  \\k^  gave  Himself  to  me. 
Whispering,  I  liave  ever  loved  Thee 

Mow  betrothed  Thou  shall  be. 

4  It  was  months  He  had  been  waiting 

For  this  blessed,  gioriou-*  Imur, 
Moving  me  to  wholly  meet  Him, 

Yield  to  Him  my  every  power. 
Oh  I   the  bliss  of  tiiat  one  moment 

Wiien  He  whispered,  "Thou  art  mine!" 
Sj)irit,  soul  and  itody,  gladly 

I  to  Him  did  there  resWu. 


5  Then  He  made  me  Ilia  forever, 

Witli  His  Spirit  set  the  seal  ; 
Love  and  faithl'ulness  effulgent. 

While  Himself  He  did  reveal  ; 
From  that  hour  He  has  been  seeking 

How  to  till  me  with  Hi^  love. 
Like  His  image  to  conform  me, 

Fit  me  for  His  home  above. 

6  As  I  think  of  all. I  marvel. 

Oh  !   how  patiently  He  sought 
To  bestow  His  grace  n[M)n  me. 

Through  the  ransom  He  had  wrought! 
If  I  look  M  all  my  stumbling. 

All  the  failures  I  have  made, 
At  the  poor,  imperfect  lessons, 

And  the  tlebt  of  love  unjtaid. 

7  I  should  sink  with  shame  and  sorrow  ; 

I5ut  I'll  lift  my  eyes  to  Him 
Who  has  bought  me,  owns  me  wholly, 

(.lesus,  let  them  ne'er  grow  dim,) 
And  I  cry,  with  heart  o'erflowing. 

Unto  Him  be  all  the  praise, 
Who  redeemed  me  soul  and  IkxIv, 

And  has  sought  me  all  my  days. 

SLIZABCTB  C  ORCUI.   Hvcll.  ItttL 


SEEN    OF    GOD. 

1  When  in  Life's  most  sunny  path 
IJlessings  rich  my  .>.pirit  hath. 
And  my  cup  o'erflows  with  joy 
Pure  and  sweet,  without  alloy. 

Thou,  God,  seest  me. 

2  When  in  buoyant  health  I  go 
With  firm  footsK'p  to  and  fro. 
And  no  pain  or  suffering  bear. 
Shielded  by  my  Shepherd's  care, 

Thou,  God,  seest  me. 

3  When  my  faltering  footsteps  press 
On  the  thorns  of  sharp  distress. 
And,  o'erwhelmed  with  grief,  I  cry, 
"  Help  nie.  Saviour,  or  I  die  !  " 

Thou,  CJod,  seest  me. 

4  When  I  shall  have  p.assod  the  vale 
Wliere  earth's  fondest  ludpers  fail. 
And  within  the  (Jlory-Laixl 

Saved,  before  Thy  thron<'  shall  stand, 
Hless«''d  Lonl,  .see  me. 

."»   Hid  me  serve  Thee  there  alway, 
'I'hroiigh  Kternity's  gl.id  djiy  ; 
Thee,  whom  now  I  love  unseen. 
Thee,  without  a  cloud  In'tween 
Thy  bright  face  and  me. 

niAKm  R.  Towvnurr. 
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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


ORDERED    IN    ALL   THINGS.    AND    SURE. 
II  Sam.  xxlil :  5. 

1  "  Ordered  "  —  ah  I  just  wliat  I  am  wanting  ; 

So  weak  and  dark  my  mind, 
That  in  my  waverinji  and  my  wandering, 
Wliat's  hcst  I  fail  to  find. 

2  "  In  all  lhiiii:s"  —  this  will  give  mo  resting 

In  l)ody  and  in  soul. 
For  there's  no  countin;!  things  perplexing 
In  life's  mysterious  whole. 

3  "  An<l  sure."     This  crowns  and  seals  the  blessing, 

Now  need  I  m\\\  fdith 
To  still  all  jrloom,  all  sad  suggesting, 
With — "  thus  my  Saviour  saith." 

BELLA  A.  NASilAD, 


THE   OPEN    DOOR. 


1  A  little  child,  with  garments  thin  and  old,  . 

Stands  sliivering  by  the  rich  man's  stately  door ; 
His  lips  are  blue,  and  numb  his  hands  with  cold, 
llis  eyes  with  bitter  tears  are  brimming  o'er. 

2  He  sees  within  the  comfort  and  the  light, 

He  thinks  it  must  be  heaven  to  be  there. 
Can  he  not  enter  ?     Oh  I  to  have  the  right !  c 

To  breathe  but  once  that  warm  and  perfumed  air  ! 

3  His  timid  summons  opes  the  massive  door, 

A  moment  he  is  wrapped  in  warmth  and  light ; 
He  stands  within  the  glow ! — a  moment  more 
It  shuts,  and  leaves  him  in  the  bitter  night ! 

4  Father,  when  cold  and  darkness  wrap  me  round, 

And  earthly  sorrows  crowd  upon  my  sight, 
I  turn  my  gaze  beyond  this  finite  bound. 

And  stretch  out  hands  of  longing  towards  Thy  light. 

5  I  stanrl  beside  Thy  portal,  weak  and  poor, 

And  hear  Thy  sweet  voice  say  to  me,  "  Behold, 
I  set  before  thee  now  an  open  door, 

Come  in,  my  child,  and  shelter  from  the  cold." 

6  "  An  open  door !  "     It  is  the  door  of  grace, — 

"  No  man  can  shut  it,"  says  the  heavenly  voice,       , 
There  stands  no  warder  stern,  with  frowning  face, — 
We  only  have  to  enter  and  rejoice. 

7  Surely  our  "  little  strength  "  may  serve  for  this. 

To  bear  us  through  l\\v  ])orlal  open  wide, 
Where  just  Ix-fore  us  is  unending  bliss. 

And  »Mitering  brings  us  to  our  Father's  side. 

8  O  tempted  brother,  out  in  sin's  dark  night, 

O  weary  mourner,  tossed  in  grief  's  cold  storm,         2 
Look  up  to  where  tlie  beams  of  heaven's  own  light 
Stream  from  the  open  portal  bright  and  warm. 

9  "  No  man  can  shut"  the  door  Cod's  love  holds  wide* 

No  voice  "  forbid  "  those  whom  he  bids  to  "  come  "; 
The  vi'il  was  rent  in  twain  when  .lesus  died; 
"  He  is  the  door,"  enter  and  find  thy  home. 

MMH  i-  ■.   aX&OMU. 


SAINT   STEPHEN. 


O  blessed  martyr,  dying  for  the  Lord ! 

We  envy  him  the  glory  of  his  fate. 
Though  all  that  men  most  shrink  from  (burning  wood 

Of  bitterest  slander,  hiss  of  scorn  and  hate. 
More  cruel  than  the  heavy  stones  they  cast,) 
Made  storm  about  him  as  his  sjtirit  passed. 
We  envy  him  the  peace  that  kept  his  heart 

In  all  the  shock  of  that  mad  passion-war, — 
We,  whose  watched  doors  of  i)atience  fly  apart 

So  often  at  temptation's  lightest  jar  ;  — 
The  peace  that  made  his  countenance  to  shine 
Like  Moses',  hearing  mysteries  divine. 
Full  of  perfect  love  he  knelt  to  die  ! 

He  prayed  his  enemies  might  be  forgiven, 
And  from  the  height  of  that  great  ecstacy 

He  looked  in  through  the  open  gates  of  heaveu ! 
He  saw  the  Lord  !   Pain  o'er  him  had  no  power, 
Entering  to  be  with  Christ  forevermore. 
The  first  to  die  for  Jesus  !  Oh  !  how  sweet 

To  die  for  love  of  Jesus  !  This  we  say, 
And  straight  toward  Golgotha  we  turn  our  feet 

With  faces  like  a  flint ;  but  on  our  way 
We  meet  the  little  crosses  we  must  take. 
And  bear  upon  our  shoulder  for  His  sake. 
And  so  we  shrink,  and  falter,  and  turn  back. 

Or  with  complaints  and  murmurs  take  them  up, 
The  small  denials,  neither  scoiu'ge  nor  rack  ;  — 

We  sigh  to  sit  with  Ease  and  drink  her  cup. 
And  walk  Sloth's  level  gardens  ; —  we,  who  fain 
The  stature  of  Christ's  martyrs  would  attain ! 
And  can  it  be,  dear  Lord,  that  souls  so  weak, 

Remiss  in  watching,  dastard  in  the  fight. 
Shall  walk  upon  the  eternal  hills,  and  speak 

With  Stephen,  bearing  palm  and  robed  in  white  ? 
Ashamed,  in  tears,  we  come  for  help  to  Thee, 
Triumphant  Captain,  Lord  of  victory  ! 

V&AMA  LOCKE  BAILEY.     1881 

WORLD-SICKNESS. 

Of  all  the  maladies  that  fret  men's  hearts, 
And  paralyze  men's  souls,  can  any  show 
Such  crowds  of  victims  rushing  to  and  fro 

For  help,  as  this  dire  ailment?     The  best  arts 

That  wisest  skill  of  pharmacy  imparts 

Have  failed  of  cure.     The  vaunted  healing  flow 
Of  Nature's  sj)rings — alas  !  how  well  we  know 

They  cannot  anodyne  these  inward  smarts ! 

And  yet,  O  fevered  and  world-jaded  soul. 

Consumed  with  deadly  thirst  thou  canst  not  quell. 

There  is  a  living  draiight  can  make  thee  whole  : 
Take  from  the  hand  of  Christ  the  crystal  cup 
Of  His  |)ure  grace — that  Holy  Grail  filled  up 

With  sacramental  wine — ilrink,  and  be  well  ! 

MAIU^ARET  .T.    rRE.STON. 

••  Faith  and  Works." 


TEMPERANCE  CONVENTIONS  AND  ENTERTAINMENTS. 


OOd 


IN   CONVENTION. 

1  "We  come  from  the  hilltop,  wo  como  from  the  valley; 

From  our  shops  in  the  mart,  Iroiu  our  I'urms  on  tho 
h-a  ; 
In  tlie  naini!  of  oiirdoil,  for  our  hearth-^tonos  wo  rally, 
That  till!  lanil  of  tlu'  hravi;  hv.  tiic  home  of  the  fri't!. 
From  our  liomL-s  by  the  laki',  from  our  homes  by  iho 
rivtr. 
From  tho  mansions  of  wealth,  from  the  cottage's 
low  door. 
Wo  i^atlicr  in  ronncil,  ainl  ])h'(lp>  that  W(>  never 
Lay  iknvn  the  dear  cross  till  rum  triumphs  no  more. 

2  As  we  tended  our  flocks  in  the  valleys  of  pleasure. 

Or  watched  o'er  their'pastiino  from  hillsides  of  toil. 
Wo  heard   tho   base   wolf,  who   had    threatened  our 
treasure, 
Exuitiiivdy  laui^h  o'er  the  lambs  in  his  toil. 
And  ho  growled,  as  he  grinned  o'er  their  wretched 
debasement : 
"  You  iiive  me  your  lambs,  and  I  pay  you  the  gold ! " 
Then  mothcrliood  sprung  from  her  vine-tangled  case- 
ment. 
And  rushed  out  to  rescue  tho  wolf-haunted  fold. 

3  Men  say,  with  a  frown  and  a  wag  of  the  finger : 

*•  You  never  can  win  in  this  race  that  you  run  !  " 
But  what  need  we  fear,  except  that  we  linger 

When  the  Father  of  thnndfrbolis  bids  us  go  on. 
Has  (Jod's  ear  grown  heavy  that  it  cannot  attend  us? 

Or  is  His  hand  shortened  that  it  cannot  save? 
If  we  call  ujjon  Him  llis  right  arm  will  send  us 

The  iiarmonts  of  venfreance  for  elothin;:  the  brave. 

O  o  o 

•1  We  come  from  the  hilltops,  we  come  from  tho  valley  ; 
From  our  shops  in  the  mart,  from  our  farms  ou  the 
lea; 
In  the  name  of  our  God,  for  our  hearthstones  we  rally, 
That  tho  lanil  of  tlie  brave  be  tho  honn;  of  the  free. 
From  our  homes  by  tho  lake,  from  our  homes  by  the 
river, 
From  the  mansions  of  wealth,  from  the  cottage's 
hnv  door. 
We  gather  in  council,  and  pledge  that  we  never 
Will  lay  down  the  cross  till  rum  triumphs  no  more. 

AU&A  PKAKUiS.     IMUb. 

THE   TWO    MARTYRS. 

(MAUOARET  MACL,VFLIN.-MARGARET  WILSON'.  May  1685.) 

1   Aye,  the  sea  is  God's,  lie  made  it. 

Set  its  bounds  of  rock  or  sand  : 
All  its  depths  and  all  its  billows 

Ho  hath  measureil  in  His  hand; 
Time,  that  niarreth  all  things  human, 

Cannot  touch  the  raging  sea 
Till  the  flame  from  heaven  descendeth. 

And  the  earth  shall  cease  to  !»• ! 
On  the  Frith  of  Forth,  how  brightly, 

Twice  a  hiuidred  years  a<,'n, 
Ros(>  the  sun  of  bonny  M.ivtime, 

Kissinjr  all  the  waves  a;ilow. 


2  What  is  man  ?     A  shadow  flitting 

O'er  tho  sunny  fields  of  <lawn. 
Seek  again  tin;  place  that  know  him, 

He  forevernmro  has  gone. 
Yet  our  Master's  least  disci|ile. 

Following  Him  with  faith  sid)lime, 
Shall  out-Iivi!  the  mighty  ocean. 

Changeless  through  the  wreck  of  time. 
With  tho  hand  too  weak  for  striving, 

Go<l  shall  overthrow  tin;  strong. 
Heavenly  arches  all  are  ringing 

With  the  martyr's  triumjih  song. 

3  Two  liundnMl  years  ago,  come  marching 

Down  from  Edinboi'ougli,  a  crowd  ; 
Two  pale  women,  led  l)y  sijldiers, 

Many  followed,  weeping  loud. 
Mar^iarol  Madallin,  bowiui: 

With  the  griefs  of  many  years, 
And  her  wrinkled  cheeks  still  dewy 

With  her  little  grandson's  tears. 
Sons  and  daughters  pressing  'round  her, 

With  farewells  and  weepings  sore ; 
They  must  miss  her  love  and  counsel. 

Miss  her  prayers,  forevermore. 

4  And  (our  first  White  Ribbon  leader  I) 

Margaret  Wilson,  frail  and  fair, 
With  a  snood  of  snowy  ribbon 

Binding  back  her  golden  hair. 
"  Dinna  greet  sae,  .Jimmy,"  j>lead  she 

With  her  brother  young  and  dear; 
"  I'll  hear  your  sobs,  an'  no  the  angels. 

When  they  came  to  whisj)er  cheer !  " 
At  the  Frith  of  Forth,  all  halted. 

Loud  the  blackbinls  piped  their  lay, 
And  the  thrushes  in  the  thornrows 

Sang  for  gladness  of  tho  May. 

5  Two  tall  stakes  rose  strong  and  grimly, 

Where  the  sand  and  seawaves  meet. 
There  they  bound  the  helpless  women. 

How  the  waves  laughed  at  their  feet. 
"  Pray  now  for  the  king,  your  master  I 

You  are  taught  to  pray  for  all !" 
"Not  when  jtrotlig-ates  are  bidding!" 

The  ^Liclaflin's  brave  tones  fall. 
Then  they  lifted  calm  eyes  lu'avenward, 

Wliihi  the  morning  waves  rolled  up  ; 
Weak  the  flesh,  but  their  strong  spirits 

Shrank  not  from  the  Master's  cup. 

6  Young  indeed  was  Margaret  Wilson, 

Scarce  eighteen,  and  very  fair ; 
How  her  mother's  heart  would  mourn  her, 

How  the  children  miss  lier  care; 
Such  loveliness  and  sorrow  blending, 

Maile  the  magistrate  relent. 
"  Still  I'll  s.ave  you  from  the  waters. 

If  you'll  break  tlu-  covcianl." 
•*  Nay,  it  wsis  my  ain  han<l  signinl  it," 

I'ntudly  lifting  >ip  her  head. 
"  By  i;race  o'  the  (to<l  o'  tho  covenant, 

I'll  keep  it  aye,"    bhu  tiuid. 


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WOAfAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


7  So  tlio  cruel  waves  crept  landward, 

III  llio  liaiipv  liirlit  of   May. 
Hilt  tilt-  wriiikird  hands  iiu-ek  folded, 

Hid  t!i(!  .snowy  liands  away. 
AVitli  no  fi'ar  and  no  dismaying, 

I'layt'd  tlicy  who  for  Truth  musl  die  ; 
And  abovo  lh(;  troubled  waters 

Heaven  was  tliiol)bing  with  their  cry. 
Slept  the  white  head,  angtd  cradled, 

On  the  ocean's  iu-aving  breast, 
Then  the  gliiiiinering  golden  tresses 

Faded  from  the  billows'  crest! 

8  Though  the  jirayer  of  these  weak  women 

By  the  mighty  was  deniiid, 
Thougli  the  weak  hands  of  these  martyrs 

Could  not  stay  the  o(!ean's  tide, 
"While  the  priests  and  all  their  counsels 

Lie  forgotten  in  the  dust, 
Ever  sounding  through  the  ages. 

Men  shall  hear  thy  prayer  of  trust. 
And  when  all  the  surging  waters 

Hy  the  flames  are  swept  awa}% 
Countless  souls  shall  love  and  bless  them, 

For  the  faith  they  kept  that  daj' ! 

9  Sisters !  ours  the  suow-white  symbol, 

Ours  our  leader's  dauntless  faith, 
We  a  covenant  have  witnessed. 

And  we  keep  it  unto  death ! 
Vowed  to  save  the  young  and  tempted, 

From  the  drunkard's  endless  loss  ; 
Vowod  to  banish  3Iammon"s  temple, 

From  tlie  Shadow  of  the  Cross. 
Doubtless,  when  earth's  mighty  slumber, 

Long  forgotten  in  the  dust. 
Shall  our  ]\Lister's  true  disciples 

Praise  Him,  that  we  kept  our  trust ! 

M.  E.   H.  EVERETT. 

Coudersport,  Pa.    1885, 


THE    FALL   AND   THE    RESCUE. 

1  Temptation  assailed  him  ;  he  yiilded  and  fell ; 
A  spell  was  o'er  him,  a  fearful  si)ell. 

In  weakness  he  yielded  to  ruin's  control. 
Though  it  maddened  his  brain  and  debased  his  soul, 
Till  the  nobh^st  powers  of  his  mind  were  crushed. 
Ami  th(^  voice  within  was  almost  hushed  ; 
And  many  stout  luiarts  gave  up  in  d(!spair 
When  they  saw  the  fearful  wreck  that  was  there. 

2  Yet  some  there  were  of  the  good  of  earth, 
Of  the  noblest  hearts,  of  tin,'  highest  worth, 
WliDse  faith  was  strong  and  whose  hearts  were  brave. 
Will)  knew  tht^  power  of  love  to  save. 

Thi-y  btsouglit  him  to  join  their  noble  band, 
And  kindly  liny  took   ihcir  l)rother's  haml, 
Wiiil<!  with  all  the  fi-rvor  of  love  they  spoke. 
And  helped  him  to  break  the  tyrant's  yoke. 


3  J/e  signed  the  pledge,  and  the  angels  then. 
Who  were  looking  down  to  the  homes  of  men. 
Struck  a  higher  note  on  their  harps  of  love. 
That  resounded  long  through  the  courts  above  ; 
And  the  holy  soul-enrapturing  strain 

Was  caught  on  earth  and  prolonged  again, 
For  they  saw  that  love's  oniniiiotent  power 
Could  coiKjuer  and  save  in  the  darkest  hour. 

4  Jle  signed  the  pledge,  and  his  grief-worn  wife, 
Who  a  living  death  had  known  in  life. 

Who  had  .se('ii  her  youthful  hopes  all  wrecked 
liy  him  who  had  sworn  to  love  and  protect. 
Yet  forsook  him  not  in  that  dark,  dark  hour. 
When  his  soul  was  bowed  by  the  demon's  j)ower. 
Was  now  blessed  with  the  joy  that  none  can  know 
But  those  who  have  felt  the  like  deej)  woe. 

5  Jle  signed  the  pledge,  and  his  children  dear. 
Who  were  wont  to  shrink  with  a  sudden  fear 
From  his  dread  approach,  as  he  used  to  come, 
Now  welcome  their  own  dear  father  home  ; 

And  the  spot  once  known  as  the  drunkard's  hearth 
Is  changed  by  the  pledge  to  a  heaven  on  earth  ; 
And  the  father  now  kneels  with  his  loved  ones  th'ere, 
And  pours  out  his  soul  to  the  Hearer  of  prayer. 

6  Oh  I  lives  there  one  on  earth's  wide  domain 

Who  would  tempt  him  to  drink  of  that  cup  again  ? 
Who  would  strive  his  noble  resolve  to  shake — 
Would  tempt  him  his  hoi}'  pledge  to  break  i 
Who  would  ever  bring  back  that  rescued  soul 
To  bondage  again,  to  ruin's  control  ? 
Sure  such  beings  on  earth  must  be  very  rare ; 
If  one  can  be  found,  Oh  I  where  is  he,  where? 


KI  TH    C.   THOMPSON. 

Southbridgc.  Mass.,  1882. 


REGRET. 

1  A  beautiful  day  without, 

A  careless  day  within — 
Thou  'rt  guilty  again,  poor  soul. 
Of  failure  and  of  sin. 

2  This  morn  thou  didst  promise  God 

With  earth  in  tune  to  keep  ; 
Sweet  music  the  earth  has  made, 
And  thou — ah  !  go  and  weep. 


KATE  Y.  SILL. 


THE   GOOD    SAMARITAN. 

1  Cruelly  beaten  with  many  stripes. 

Cast  out  on  the  world's  highway 
By  the  hand  that  it  knew  and  loved  the  best, 
Th(>  he.art  of  a  woman  lay. 

2  Robbed  of  its  treasures  of  youth  and  love  ; 

Its  beautiful  raiment  in  trust 
Was  rent  in  twain  by  the  spoiler's  hand. 
And  soiled  with  the  blood  and  dust. 


TEMPERANCE.    PARLOR  MEETTNOS  AND  ENTERTAINMENTS 


3  WritliinjT  with  pain  in  the  noonday'B  boat, 

'J'oo  weak  to  inuiin  and  too  jiroiul  to  cry, 
Despised,  forsaken  and  scorned  Ijy  all, 
It  only  cared  to  die. 

4  The  Pride,  by  chance,  like  the  Jewish  priest, 

Came  down  where  the  poor  iieart  lay, 
But  seeing  its  wounds  from  afar,  he  turned 
Aud  went  by  another  way. 

5  An<l  Hope,  Like  the  Levite,  cam<^  and  looked, 

Then  faintly  tin;  faint  lieart  cried 
And  prayed  for  help  from  its  early  friend — 
lb)))!;  passed  on  the  other  side. 

6  But  Son::.  like  the  j^ood  Siimarilan, 

Wad  kind  tu  ihc  woman's  heart, 


Bound  up  it«  wounds  with  n  tender  hand, 
And  heahtd  it  in  every  part, 

7  And  sittini:  '"W  at  the  feet  of  Song, 

'I'he  meek  heart  learned  t<)  sing 
Sneji  lieautiful,  heavenly  melo<lieii. 

That  they  readied  the  ear  of  Uio  King. 

8  And  calling  the  |»oor.  forsaken  heart, 

Willi  Song  lie  itade  ii  go 
And  bind  up  the  broken  and  bruised  wlio  faint 
In  the  world's  wide  Jericho. 

"P.«rl  RlTcfa." 

ttaa.  K.  i.  MICIIouioN  Ifiirini-rlr  Mn   Ilallimnkl. 

Mew  Orlisiu,  U..  tUrch.  IMS. 


COME  AGAIN  WITH  SINGING. 


Word*  ulapUMl  bjr  Mn.  O.  C.  g. 


Mm.  CLARA  H.  SfOTT.    By  per. 


1.  Come  and  itgn  the  pledge    with  liDg    -    Inc   Sweet  and   Jor  -  ooi     ma  -  lio    bring  -  tog ;  Come  and  ilgn  the  pledge, Oome  aod  ilgn  the  pMaa, 


^^m^^^^^^^^^m^^s: 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


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b^^rr^: 


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559 


BE    PATIENT. 

1  TIk?  words  caniu  'iiiiil  my  \v((>|)iiijj, 

Liki;  aii^^el's  soolliin;;  nuiiihcrs — 
"  lit!  IidIiIs  tlici!  ill  Ilis  ki-t-pin;;, 

Who  8le(!j)('tli  not  nor  HlmiibcTH ; 
Oh  !  deeply  doth  Hi;  cherish 

Tiiy  life,  thou  soul  oppressed : 
Feiir  not  to  faint  or  perish, 

Tliou  whom  the  Christ  hath  blessed  ! 

2  He  sits  beside  thee  waiting, 

He  wateheth  all  the  sorrow! 
The  (ires  are  not  abating — 

Th(!y  may  endure  to-morrow  ; 
Yet  n(;ver  from  thy  grieving 

The  Saviour's  looks  are  moved. 
Lest  thou  sliouldst  be  receiving 

Too  strong  a  flame,  beloved  ! 

3  And  whilst  His  care  eiifoldeth 

Eaeh  hour  of  His  designing, 
His  f:ic(!  the  Lord  beholdeth 

Within  His  silver  shining; 
Tlnii  liatli  He  sweet  assuring — 

Thy  (iod,  down-bending  o'er  tlioe— 
That  thou,  through  much  enduring, 

llatii  entered  to  His  glory. 

4  The  trial-fires  shall  soften 

Beneath  that  daylight  splendor, 
Tlu!  pain  that  racked  thee  often 

Sliall  die  to  liushing  tender; 
And  lie  who  all  in  yearning 

Choose  once  thy  long,  long  testing, 
Shall  stay  the  heat  and  burning, 

Aud  give  the  weary  resting. 

MARIIARET  nAVERAFT. 

In  the  ••  QulTcr,-  for  April,  1885^ 


THE    DEAR   OLD   HOME. 

Melody  —  "  Tenting!  on  Ihf  old  camp  i/round,^ 

1  I'm  tliinking  to-niglit  of  the  home  T  had, 

Cherished  in  years  gone  by  ; 
Fi!le<l  the  love  of  each  heart  so  glad, 
How  bright  each  laughing  eye. 
Clio. — Many  are  the  hearts  tliat  are  clouded  to-night. 
Longing  for  the  curse  to  cease. 
Many  are  the  hands  working  for  the  right. 

To  bless  the  land  witii  peace. 
Dreaming  to-night,  dreaming  to-night. 
Dreaming  of  the  dear  old  home. 

2  Oh  I  long,  long  ago  that  home  w.as  mine, — 

Scattered  and  {lerished  all  ; 
I  tell  you  'twas  lost  in  the  blootl-rcd  wine, 
Drinking  has  cjiused  the  fall. 

3  But  lightly  at  first  came  the  tempter's  spell, 

(trowing  so  fast  and  .-lire  ; 
Till  sadly  the  darkne>s  of  midnight  fell 
On  loved  ones,  fond  and  pure. 


4  Ah  !  lost,  lost  to  me  are  tlio  joys  of  home, 

Honor  and  hope  all  gone; 
An  outcast,  a  wretch,  far  away  I  main. 
All  friendless  and  forlorn. 

5  Itiit  show  iiw.  a  hand,  a  helping  hand, 

To  turn  me  to  the  right  ; 
And,  wreck  that  I  am,  I'll  take  my  stand, 
Aud  sigu  the  pledge  tu-night. 

FANNIK  CIIAOWICK. 

Mn.  a.  O.  Smith  :  —  I  noUoe  In  "  Womao'i  Joumkl "  jrour  call  for 
adilitlnnfti  "lijrmns  "  on  U'liipcrmnco  •nil  niladniu.  Ynu  niajr  like  tho 
•bore,  written  by  a  awct't,  cluutviiiil  H'Ml  wlillp  ■  jiatlciit  In  onr  ('miuty 
Hospital.  Bbe  aftcTwartU  dleil  uf  coimuuiption  In  tho  CoriiiniptiTiii* 
Hnmu  In  bvr  natlro  Manaclmmtt*.  Tbu  iKivni  wu  callixl  out  b>  tiia 
•xpciienom  of  tier  rooiu-matv  aud  f  cUoir.<uirrrcr. 

Yuun  truly, 

MAKY  J.   TELroRD. 
IVnrir,  <  •c.li.nul.>.     IffiX 

SIGNALS. 

TO   TnE    "union   SIOXAI.,"   the   OnOAN   OF  THE 
NATIONAL  W.    C.   T.    V. 

1  "We  looked,  at  evening,  from  the  town 

O'er  Casco,  many-islanded, 
And  saw  through  clouds  tho  sun  go  down, 
A  ball  of  vivid  red. 

2  The  fisher's  wife  st(M>d  still  and  white 

Upon  the  shelving  sand, — 
Her  eyes  against  the  level  light 

Were  shailed  by  her  hand. 
8  Her  little  child  stole  up  behind. 

And  heltl  her  by  the  dress, 
AVith  grievefl  lip,  wondering  to  find 

Nor  welcome  nor  caress. 

4  Tht-  crested  tide-waves  from  afar 

Came  in  a-s  coursers  run, — 

The  sullen  breakers  on  the  bar 

Boom(;d  like  a  minute-gun. 

5  A  lion  wakeiKKl  from  bis  lair. 

The  stormy  ea-st  wind  blew. 
And  'round  the  form  still  watching  there 
The  early  flarkness  grew. 

6  Sonorous  through  the  heavy  damp 

A  Ixdl  tolled  out  the  hour, 
And  sndtlenly  the  sign.al-latnp 

Hlaze<l  from  the  light-house  tower. 

7  A  lenglhcneil  beam  the  beacon  cast 

Across  the  seething  foam. 
And  up  tliat  p.ath  of  light  at  Last, 
We  siiw  the  boat  come  home. 

8  O  wife  I   to  hear  with  six-echlesa  bliss 

The  pel)l)les  graze  it«  keel ; 
O  little  child!  a  father's  kiss 

On  cheek  and  lip  tu  feel ! 
•  ••••••  • 

9  The  New  Year  strikes  I   More  cruel  rise 

The  HK-ks  our  co.a>t  that  line  ! 

On  seas  o'er  hung  by  stormier  skies 

Brave  Uniun  Signal,  t»hiue  ! 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


10  Thy  steady  flame  was  lit  on  liijTli 

From  lioim^s  own  altar-tire. 
And  fi'd  l)v  lovt-'s  piiri'  ministry 
May  not  its  fianu-s  expire, 

11  While  yet  one  sin-tosst-d  sonl  afar 

Hy  lieree  teniplation  driven, 
May  see  it  beam — a  gentle  star, 
To  jruide  to  Home  and  heaven  ! 


iAUY  A.   P.  STANSBURT. 
Apiiletou,  Wis.    1883. 


RAGNARS    DAUGHTERS. 


(The  stjuulartl  of  thu  Danes  w:i.s  a  blood-red  flag,  on  wbicl)  wasembrold- 
ertMl  the  liguri:  uf  a  black  ruvuu ,  a  bird  for  wliicb  they  bad  great  veneration. 
The  banucr  was  believe<l  to  be  enchanted,  and  when,  waved  by  the  wind, 
the  raven  seemed  to  flutter  its  w*ing8,  they  hailed  it  as  a  sure  hariiinger 
of  Tictory.  Kagiiar's  three  daughters  arc  said  to  have  embroidered  it  in 
•  dagle  afternoon.) 


10  The  tents  of  our  foemon  tarry 

In  hamlet,  city  and  Kjwii  ; 
Tliick  fly  the  darts  that  earry 

The  (lower  of  our  manhood  down. 

11  At  home  in  the  noontide  golden, 

Afar  from  the  combat's  din. 
Faint  hearts  it  is  yours  to  embolden, 
The  battle  help  to  win. 

12  They  need  in  this  contest  tragic, 

No  bird's  embroidered  wing; 
Outgrown  are  the  days  of  magic, 
And  the  hopes  that  oraeus  bring. 

13  But  th(!y  need  your  [)rayers,  sweet  girlie, 

Your  tears  and  your  Godspeed  true, 
In  the  pink  of  the  morning  early, 
lu  the  noon-tide's  gold  and  blue. 

MATILhA    A    BLACKMAR. 

Grand  Ilaijids,  Mich.  1883. 


1  Oh !  fair  were  Ragnar's  daughters, 

Hlue-eyed,  blonde  and  tall  ; 
They  dwelt  by  the  North  Sea  waters. 
Where  Thor  let  his  hammers  fall. 

2  In  a  certain  noon-tide  golden, 

A  majiic  banner  thev  wroueht  ! 
So  runneth  a  legend  olden, 

From  the  myths  of  Xorseland  brought. 

3  With  many  a  prayer  to  Odin, 

Leaning  on  Frieja's  heart. 
With  woman's  faith  and  foreboding, 
They  i)lied  her  gentle  art. 

4  They  wrought  for  their  sturdy  yeomen 

A  dark,  mysterious  bird, 
Wiiose  .wings  of  good  were  an  omen, 
If  they  by  the  winds  were  stirred. 

5  But  if  close  to  its  sidt;  tin;  raven 

Let  its  folded  wings  a|>pear. 
Each  bold  heart  turn((l  a  craven. 
Each  face  blanched  white  in  fear. 

6  The  outspread  wings  were  a  token 

Of  gooil  to  tl'.e  V^ikings"  arms, 
But,  if  clo.sed,  their  ranks  were  broken. 
And  routed  by  «lire  alarms. 

7  Thus,  in  Hagnar's  ru(U'  dominion, 

His  fair-haired  girls  took  jiart, 

For  the  rise  of  the  liaven's  ])inion 

(iave  the  losing  Vikings  heart. 

8  And  tln-y  fought  in  the  ohl  Norse  manner, 

Kings  of  the  very  sea. 
Inspired  l)y  the  magic  banner 

Wrought  by  those  maidens  three. 

9  O  maids  of  these  later  ages, 

There's  a  sterner  strife  in  view, 
And  a  grainh-r  conflict  wages. 

Than  the  blue-eyed  Norsemen  knew. 


AS    I    HAVE    LOVED   YOU. 


"  This  is  my  commandment,  that  ye  love  one  another  as  I  have  Invod  you.' 
—  IVoriU  of  Jfsus. 

1  For  the  purest  hope  that's  hum.an, 
For  the  good  of  man  and  woman. 
For  the  upright  soulhood  holy. 

For  the  great  heart  strong,  yet  lowly. 
For  the  best  good  of  thy  brother. 
As. I've  loved  you,  love  each  other. 

2  For  the  tender  pity,  bending 
Over  one  who  needs  befriending. 
For  the  love  that  draws  with  wiiming 
Gentle  tenderness  the  sinning 

From  the  evil  wings  that  cover. 
As  I've  loved  you,  love  each  other. 

3  For  the  possible  great  beauty 
That  will  blossom  out  when  duty 
Grows  to  love  of  what  is  holy, 
(Though  the  heart  seems  baseness  solely, 
There  is  good  that  hate  would  smother) 
As  I've  loved  you,  love  each  other. 

4  For  the  thoughts  by  sinning  fettered, 
For  the  brain  that  may  be  bettered. 
For  the  heart  that  needs  refining. 
For  the  soul  that  may  grow  shining, 
Do  not  spurn  thy  fallen  brother. 

As  I've  loved  you,  love  each  other. 

5  Love  them  as  I've  loved  you,  dear  ones. 
Hunger,  weep  and  suffer,  near  ones, 
licave  them  not.  although  they  spurn  you,. 
For  vour  prayers  but  hate  return  you 
(Slowly  love  all  hate  shall  smother). 

As  I've  loved  you,  love  each  other. 


TEMPERANCE.    PARLOR  MEETINGS  AND  ENTERTAINMENTS. 


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fi  VoT  tho  <jran«loiir  of  tlio  human, 
Kor  tlio  (joilliki'  iiu'ii  and  womiiti, 
For  tli(!  ract!  with  holy  laci's, 
For  tlie  soul's  still  latent  i,'racfis, 
For  the  pi'uco  that's  like  no  other, 
Love,  as  I  have  loved  my  brother. 

7  For  tho  jjlad  concordant  nations, 
Uroiii^ht  to  love's  divine  ndalions, 
For  th<^  joy  in  (Jod's  creation, 
For  His  plan's  i^reat  consummation, 
For  the  hi'sl  i;ood  an<l  thy  brother's, 
Love,  as  1  have  loved  all  others. 

KANSIE  BOLTON,  1881 


PEACE.    BE   STILL. 

1  A  fearful  night,  with  great  storm  clouds 

Piled  high  against  the  angry  sky, 
A  little  vessel  madly  tossed 

'Mid  foaming  billows  mountain  high. 

2  Iler  holm  is  gone,  her  sails  are  rent. 

Her  oars  tho  waves  have  swept  away. 
And  o'er  her  now  with  dire  intent 

The  winds  and  waves  impetuous  play. 

3  Tossed  like  a  cork  upon  the  waves. 

The  groaning  ship  and  frightened  crew 
With  ail  liope  gone  in  faith  that  saves, 
IJelore  the  furious  tempest  Hew. 

4  Asleep  upon  th(^  upper  deck 

The  Saviour  all  unmindful  lies  ; 
Unmindful  of  the  threatened  wreck 
And  of  His  children's  anguished  cries. 

5  A  hand  upon  His  arm  is  laid, 

Wiiile  drooping  forms  around  Him  weep, 
"  O  .Master,  wake,  wy  are  afraid. 
Oil  I   nmst  we  perish  in  the  deep  ?  " 

6  The  Master  rose  and  looked  upon 

Those  drooping  heads  and  blanching  cheeks ; 
One  look  of  sad  reproach  He  gave. 
And  then  in  mihl  reproof  He  speaks  : 

7  "  Why  are  ye  fearful  ?  I  am  here. 

The  storm  can  work  to  thee  no  ill." 
Then  standing  forth  among  them  there 
Ho  bade  the  tempest  "  Peace,  be  still." 

8  Peace,  like  the  wings  of  a  white  dove. 

Spread  wide  o'er  all  the  troubled  lake. 
Enwraps  the  stately  ship,  while  love 
Fills  every  heart  for  His  dear  sake. 

9  With  rapture,  beauty,  keen  delight, 

Wliieh  ne'er  bet'ore  their  hearts  had  known. 
They  gaze  with  awe  and  timid  fright 
On  one  who  makes  tho  storm  His  own. 
10  How  blest  to  have  so  strong  a  frieml. 

A  friend  whose  love  is  firm  and  deep ; 
Whose  kind:;oss  soothes  the  bursting  heart, 
As  troubled  waters  fall  lusleop. 


11  What  lM)undless  comfort  in  the  thought. 

When  passion's  waves  in  fury  roll. 
To  know  that  there  is  cue  >in)iig  arm 
That  <:in  the  wrath  of  liends  control. 

12  O  bles>od  ;^'ift  I   this  [irecious  friend, 

And  lilosid  they  who  fear  no  ill. 
But  look  to  Him  whate'er  may  tend. 
And  bid  the  passions,  "  Peace,  1m3  still." 

AX.NIK  A.  CAHTKR.      180. 

IOWA   TO    ILLINOIS-GREETINGI 

Tune  —  ■•  HiAil  th*  Fi-rt." 

1  Brothers,  sisters,  we  are  coming. 

Sailors  true  and  tried, 
On  our  good  shi|»,  "  Prohibition," 

Weathering  wind  and  tiile. 
Don't  you  .see  our  colors  flying 

For  the  graiul  work  done  ' 
Don't  you  hear  our  shouts  of  triumph 

For  the  victory  won  ? 

2  See  !  we  keep  the  pledge  —  our  comi)a.sH  — 

Fastened  to  our  mast ; 
With  tho  cross  of  Christ  al>ove  it, 

Hy  His  Word  hoM  fast. 
Do  you  wonder  that  we  battle 

Bravely  'gainst  the  wrong. 
Sheltered  by  the  Ilock  of  Ages 

As  we  move  along  ? 

3  "  Only  women  —  oidy  children  !  " 

Pa.ssed  from  lip  to  lip 
When  we  launched  ;  but  now  our  numbers 

Fill  a  mighty  ship. 
Crowded  in  and  running  over. 

Barges  on  each  side. 
Men  and  boys  from  every  quarter 

Come  to  take  a  ride. 

4  Temperance  boys,  to  make  the  fathers 

In  the  years  to  come  ; 
Temiwrance  girls,  to  be  the  mothers, 

Each  of  happy  home. 
Wheel  in  line  for  tho  Amendment, 

With  the  Hawkeye  State, 
And  We'll  help  you  free  your  "man-traps" 

Of  their  deadly  bait. 

RATK   IIARKIMITOIt. 

Ft.  Mwluriu.  Juur  2».  laO. 

TWO    LIVES 
1   A  woman's  hand,  white,  soft  and  small. 

With  ro>e-tipp<'d,  taper  fingers, 
Exteniled  with  a  witching  glance. 

Whose  memory  with  me  lingers, 
OlTerini;  to  me  a  brimmiiiir  cup 

Ot  sparkling  w  iiie  I      .\li,  ruin 
Waiteii  u|>on  that  graceful  .act  I 

It  was  niv  soul's  undoing. 
To-ilav  I.  sta^iiering  down  the  street. 

Passing  her  unm-irki-*!.  but  knowing; 
I  wonder.  do«>s  she  dream  wliat  fruit 

Is  gatherctl  of  her  sowing  ? 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


2  A  woman's  hand,  omhrownofl  and  hard 

\\'itli  toil,  l)ut  true  and  tfiidcr, 
And  yi't  more  boautitul  to  me 

Thau  lit  with  diamond's  splendor. 
I  was  a  lonely  lad,  sore  tried 

By  many  a  strong  temptation. 
That  graeious  hand  with  cordial  grasp^ 

It  was  my  soul's  salvation. 
"  O  (iod,  bestow  on  her  all  good 

From  Thy  rich  bounty  flowing!" 
Cries  many  a  soul  from  ruin  saved, — 


Rich  fruitage  of  her  sowing. 


META  E.  B.  THOKNB. 

•Thu  Sigual."    1883. 


Siiss  Jm\ 


Wm  bom  In  BiirllnKtoD,  Vt.  Her  father  wasan  Irish  patriot,  who  at  an 
early  ttite  accoiuiKiiiiLiI  Eiumctt  to  this  country  after  thu  struggle  of  '96. 
Her  mntlier  was  u  daiigliter  of  CoL  Grey,  abrarc  soldier  and  distlnguiHiied 
officer  uf  the  American  revolutionary  army.  With  such  blood  in  her 
veins  she  iiiheriis  that  pure  fervent  jtatriotism,  that  genuine  love  for  the 
]ust  and  th'j  free,  and  that  indignant  scorn  for  oppreasion  and  t>Tanoy 
which  an  often  distinguishes  her  poems.  Her  productions  show  that 
flnisb  of  form  and  condensation  of  idea  which  la  never  attained  but  by 
well-diacipline<l  raiiuls.  and  although  many  of  them  are  so  vigorous  in 
expresaioii  they  are  yet  delicately  beautiful,  oftentimes,  and  portraya  deep 
feeling  and  religious,  moral  jiower.  In  1849,  the  first  volume  of  her 
poems  was  published  in  New  York,  by  G.  Putman. 

THE    WOUNDED   VULTURE. 

(This  incident  is  beautifully  related  In  Miss  Brewer's  diaiy.) 

1  A  kingly  vulture  sat  alone. 

Lord  of  the  ruin  round, 
Where  Egypt's  ancient  moiuimenta 

Upon  the  desert  frown'd. 
A  hunter's  eager  eye  had  mark'd 

The  form  of  that  prouil  bird. 
And  through  the  voiceless  solitude 

His  ringing  shot  was  heard. 

2  It  rent  that  vulture's  plumed  breast, 

Aim'd  with  unerring  hand. 
And  his  life-blood  gush'd  warm  and  red 

Ui)oii  the  yellow  sand. 
No  struggle  mark'd  the  deadly  wound, 

He  gave  no  piercing  cry. 
But  calmly  spread  his  giant  wings 

And  sought  the  upper  sky. 

3  O  wounded  heart !    0  suffering  soul ! 

Sit  not  with  folded  wing. 
Where  broken  dreams  and  ruin'd  ho{)e8 

Their  mournful  shadows  fling. 
Outspread  thy  pinions  like  that  bird, 

Take  thou  the  path  sublime. 
Beyond  the  cruel  shafts  of  sin, 

Ikyond  the  wounds  of  time. 

4  Mount  njiward  !  brave  the  clouds  and  storms  ; 

Above  life's  desert  plain — 
TTicre  is  a  calmer,  purer  air. 
A  heaven  thou  too  mayst  gain. 


And  as  that  dim  ascending  form 

Wa.s  lost  in  (l:iy"s  broad  ligiit, 
So  shall  thy  earthly  sorrows  fade, 

Lost  iu  the  Litiiiite. 

ANNB  CHARLOTTE  LVNCB.     1848. 

KOLLOWING   THE   CLOUD. 
The  Lord  of  Hosts  hath  made  for  me 
A  pathway  through  the  troubled  sea; 
The  great,  dim,  hungry  sea, 
The  black  and  plunging  sea, 
The  Lord  divides  for  me. 
With  lifted  rod  and  outstretched  hand 
He  pointeth  out  the  solid  land  ; 
And  while  the  unknown  path  I  tread, 
His  guiding  cloud  moves  overhead. 
Black  waves  heap  high  on  either  side. 
With  night  and  darkness  far  and  wide. 
The  cold  east  wind  comes  damj)  with  spray, 
Yet  there  is  light  on  all  my  way. 
The  cloud  in  sunset  skies  unrolled 
Held  only  gloom  within  its  fold. 
Kow  towering  high,  transfused  with  light, 
It  streams,  a  beacon  on  my  sight. 
My  cares,  and  doubts,  and  fears  are  gone, 
The  signal  leads,  I  follow  on. 
Assured  no  harm  shall  come  to  me, 
Although  my  path  lies  through  the  sea. 

FLOKA  A.  RANBORK. 
Windsor.  Mo. 

GOD'S   CARE. 
The  fishermen  !of  Brittany  (so  the  story  goes)  are  wont  to  utter  this 
simple  prayer  as  they  launch  their  boats  utmn  the  deep :  "Keep  me,  my 
God !— my  boat  is  so  small,  and  Thy  occsin  so  wide." 

1  O  Bark  of  mine !  fierce  grows  the  tide 
Thou  art  so  small,  the  sea  so  wide  ; 
Iso  shelter  near;  nor  light,  nor  guide  ; 
So  frail  thou  art,  where  canst  thou  hide? 
Thou  doubting  one,  clasp  thou  the  Hand 
Tl'.at  rules  the  wave  ;  at  His  command 
The  storm  shall  cease,  and  safe  and  grand 
Thy  fragile  boat  shall  reach  the  strand. 

2  O  Heart  of  mine  !  so  long  the  way 
Alone,  unaided,  thou  must  stray ; 
There  comes  no  light,  no  welcome  ray, 
To  tell  the  dawn  of  Hope's  glad  day ! 
Thou  foolish  Heart,  thy  sorrow  fake. 
And  from  thy  grief  a  blessing  make  : 
Forget  thyself !     Awake !  awake  ! 

The  night  is  past ;  soon  day  shall  break. 
8  O  Soul  of  mine  !  'tis  fierce  and  long 
That  thou  must  battle  with  the  wrong: 
Thou  art  so  weak,  the  world  so  strong. 
How  canst  thou  gain  the  victor's  song? 
Thou  faithless  Soul,  accept  the  test; 
Keel)  joy  aiilow  within  thy  breast. 
And  lie  who  doeih  all  things  best 
Shall  lead  thee  on  tu  peace  and  rest. 

ANNA    DEMINn.      1881 

In  the  "  Evaugelisl.* 


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gliss  3nia  X  (Dorboii 

Is  a  rraldoDt  of  AuliurnAiU',  Mans.  She  in  jirirate  «  cr.lary  to  Mia 
Frances  K.  WiUard,  »ud  woll  belorcd  by  all  who  kuow  Ikt. 

PcrliikiMalm  ban  June  lunru  for  tbu  Juvi'UilectnJ  Yuu^iK  Wuiuiui'i  work 
in  Toiu;KTauco  tlian  ttuy  Olio  per*m.  SUe  h««  wriiuiii  cmiuil  riWy.  for 
onn  •»  youiiK  and  lur  iiniJucUous  are  alwivya  of  a  high  onkr.  Uor  uu- 
mt'rniu  friend*  and  itdiuircre  expect  uuck  of  ber,  for  tiia  futura.  At 
present,  abe  la  at  work  cumiiillug  a  wiug  book  for  uae  in  Bauds  of  Hope, 
which  proiaises  tu  be  rery  useful.  (Aac.,  IStCj 

AFTER    DARK.    THE   STARS. 

"  The  Eternal  dtara  shine  out  as  soon  as  It  Is  dark  enough," 

A  tirt<l  cliiltl,  n stless,  us  tiie  iiiglit  came  on, 
"Woiul'riiig  ut  t\vili;;ht  where  tlie  day  had  fjone, 
Watched  at  the  window  with  a  wcaiv  si^jh. 
Till  iieaveii  should  haiii^  ltd  sUir-laiu,)s  in  tlio  sky. 
'*  Why  «loii't  they  come,  luamiua  ?  "  she  (luestioiiiug 

said ; 
TJieii  looking  up,  "  Come,  pretty  stars  !  "  she  plead. 
l)(('|it'r  the  shades  of  iiij;hl  arouiul  her  grew, 
Wiiile  patiently  she  peered  the  darkness  through. 
At  last  with  shout  of  joy,  a  star  she  spied. 
"  I  see  one  now  I   Why  not  before  ?"  she  cried. 
The  mother  kissed  her  eager  lips  and  smiled: 
'*  lieeause  it  w:is  not  dark  enough,  my  child." 
S()  shine  the  Eternal  stars  in  sorrow's  might : 
The  deepest  gloom  i>ut  serves  to  show  their  light. 
Take  courage  then.  ()  heart  that  most  hath  bled, 
God  s  stars  of  hope  are  sbiuiug  overheat!. 

kHltk.  A.  aORDOif, 

ETBoston,  Sep.  1881 

WAKING. 

1  I  have  done  at  length  with  dreaming ; 

llencetortb,  O  thou  soul  of  mine. 
Thou  must  take  up  sword  ami  garments, 

W.iging  warfare  most  divine. 
Life  is  struggle,  combat,  victory  ; 

Wherefore  have  I  slumbered  on 
Willi  my  forces  all  unmarshailed, 

With  my  weapons  all  umlrawn? 
Oh  I   liow  many  a  glorious  record 

ilad  tiie  angel  of  me  kept. 
Had  I  done  instea<l  of  doubted, 

Had  I  warre<i  instead  of  wept! 

2  Never  in  those  old  romances 

Kelt  I  half  the  sense  of  life 
That  I  feel  witliin  me  stirring, 

Standing  in  the  place  of  strife. 
8  O  mv  soul,  look  not  behind  thee. 

Thou  hast  work  to  do  at  last ; 
Let  the  brave  toil  of  the  present 

Overarch  the  crumbling  past: 
Build  tliy  i.'reat  act.s  high,  and  higher, 

Uuild  them  on  the  conquered  so<l. 
Where  thv  we.ikness  first  fell  bleeding 

And  thy  tirst  prayer  rose  to  (JimI. 

CAJWILINB  L.   Blllooa. 


THE    WITHERED    HAND. 

1  Behold !   the  hand  U  withered, 

For  no  work  hu.s  it  done. 
To  help  the  burdenwl,  friendless, 

Thiir  weary  journey  on  ; 
And  the  hand  has  dwindled 

And  wasted  all  away. 
Because  it  has  done  nothing 

For  the  .Master  every  day. 

2  Tlie  hand,  it  is  .all  withered. 

No  more  work  can  it  do, 
Because  it  h:is  not  lulK)reil 

And  been  to  others  true. 
Both  hand  and  soul  together 

Are  wasted  all  away. 
For  in  the  .Master's  service 

Naught  h;i>  Ik'cii  done  each  day. 

8  How  many  hands  are  withering? 
Ami  wherefore  should  they  not. 
When  deeds  of  love  and  kindness 

Thev  never  once  liave  wrought? 
Oh!  let  us  ratlier  wear  out 

Th:in  waste  our  life  .away. 

And  see  that  we  do  soineihing 

For  the  Master  every  day. 

Mua.  •.MS.  wooDiN.    1884. 


"FACE   TO    FACE." 

1  Once,  at  the  pleasant  twilight  hour,  when  chill 

And  frosty  grew  the  air  without  our  liome. 
The  cheery  bla/e  ha<l  drawn  the  children  in. 

Well    pleased    beside    its    warmth  and  glow  to 
come. 

2  But  one  is  missed  —  for  papa  is  not  there  — 

And  soon  with  eager  eyes  they  luiste  to  gaze 
From  the  clear  window  pane,  for  one  so  clear. 
His  presence  brightens  all  the  wintry  days. 

3  But  as  they  stand  together  looking  out. 

Their   quickened    breath  spreads  over  the  fair 
glass. 
And  makes  it  dull  and  misty  —  so  in  vain 

Their  wistful  glances  strive  through  it  to  pass. 

4  The  youngest  tries  to  wipe  away  the  slain. 

But  unskilltil  lingers  only  soil  the  more; 
She  grieves,  "  I  csiunot  see  my  pajia  now," 

Her  loving  eyes  with  te.ir-«ln>i>s  brimming  o'er. 

5  'T  is  thus  we  look,  or  think  we  look  for  fiod  ; 

We  dim  the  glass  through  wliich  we  '-darkly  see," 
Then  wonder  whv  our  upward  hniks  an<l  cries 
Bring  to  us  little  of  His  gnice  so  free. 

6  The  world,  alas  1  oft  comes  before  onr  eye*, 

And  d.a/.zled  with  it«  glitter  ami  display. 
We  gaze  with  longing  on  its  offen-*!  g<iod. 
And  from  the  lowly  Saviour  turn  away. 


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7  IVrliaps  we  dim  our  vision  witli  the  tears 

Our  hiesid  l.onl  would  i,d;idly  wipe  away; 
Nor  see  tlio  "silvi-r  lining;"  (if  tlie  cloud 

That  breaks  al)i)ve  our  heads  for  one  brief  day. 

8  The  idol  we  enshrine  wiiliin  nur  hearts, 

He  il  whale'er  it  may,  will  dim  the  pane 
Tiirou^ih  wliich  we  seek  our  Failier's  face  to  view, 
And  mark  our  souls  witii  many  a  soil  and  stain. 

9  So,  gropinjT  'mid  the  shadows  and  the  glooms, 

And  burdened  heavily  with  self-made  cares, 
Struir;iles  witiiin,  temptations  fierce  without, 
Quickly  our  day  from  morn  to  evening  wears. 

10  And  in  that  (piict  twilight  hour,  when  fast 

The  things  of  eartli  are  fading  from  our  sight, 
Our  idols  siiattered,  our  temptations  o'er. 

We  look  while   dawns    the   glorious   heavenly 
light. 

11  All  intervening  clouds  shall  be  withdrawn, 

And  "  face  to  face"  our  Saviour  we  shall  see  ; 
Forgetting  all  these  mists  and  doubts  and  fears. 
Forever  with  our  Fatlier  we  shall  be. 

MItS.    E.    A.    WII.RON. 

In  "Labor  of  Ix>tb."    Springfield,  III.,  1880. 

OUR   NATION. 

1  The  clang  of  arms,  the  clash  of  steel. 

Incited  l)y  tin;  rolling  drum. 
Resounded  loud  for  woe  or  weal  ; 

And  tongues  were  mute,  and  lips  were  dumb, 
As  watching  from  afar,  th(!y  saw 

The  smoky  wave  surge  to  and  fro. 
With  trembling  hearts,  and  lilled  with  awe. 

They  watched,  one  hundred  years  ago. 

2  And  aching  hearts  grew  faint  and  sick, — 

For  long  and  dreadful  was  the  fray. 
I5nt  when  at  last,  so  d.-nsely  thick, 

'l"he  smoke  and  clomls  had  cleared  away, 
I'pon  the  graves  that  sIrewM  the  land, 

W;is  found  a  tiling  in  emhrvo. 
A  nation,  beautiful  and  grand 

Sprung  up,  one  hundred  years  ago. 

3  Since  then,  old  P'ather  Time  has  sown 

The  seed*;  of  (l<-ath,  with  angry  frown. 
Ami  with  his  rntlilos  scythe,  hath  mown 

His  thousands  upon  thousands  down. 
And  yet  she  lives  I   Our  nation  lives  I 

To  bless  the  day  tliat  gave  her  birth  ; 
She  reaches  out  her  hand,  and  giv<!s 

A  *'  welcome  home,"  to  all  the  earth. 

4  IJut  shall  our  banner,  grand  and  fair. 

The  ensign  of  a  nation  free. 
Look  down  on  imman  souls,  that  wear 

The  galling  chains  of  slavery  ? 
]More  dreadful  far  than  any  wrought 

From  iron  ore.  in  furnace  (ins; 
For  while  tliey  l»in<l  the  victim  caught. 

They  (ili  the  soul  with  base  desires. 


5  O  nation  grand  !  O  people  free  ! 

II(»w  long  shall  rum  dominion  hold 
And  blot  out  the  divinity 

God  stamped  on  man  so  strong  and  bold? 
How  long  will  ye  so  idly  stand, 

And  view  the  wrecks  of  human  lives 
That  broadcast  lie  throughout  the  land. 

While  rum,  the  dreadful  demon,  thrives  ? 

6  Arise  !  in  all  the  strength  and  pride 

Of  freedom  and  a  holy  cause, 
Till  our  loved  land  be  |>uri(ied, 

And  joy  abound  through  righteous  laws. 
Then  with  glad  anthems  shall  we  sing. 

Justice  and  truth  have  met  below  ; 
And  to  the  skies  tbe  chorus  ring, 

"  Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessing  flow." 

AMELIA  M    STAKKWEATnER.     Oct.  18M, 

HOME-BREWED    BEER. 

1  The  harvest  of  rich  and  golden  sheaves 

Had  been  safely  gathered  in 
From  the  well-tilled  fields  of  Farmer  Brown, 

And  the  feast  and  mirth  began. 
There  was  good  roast  beef,  there  were  pudilings  rich, 

And  plenty  of  wholesome  cheer; 
But  the  glasses  were  tilled  from  the  crystal  spring. 

Instead  of  with  home-brewed  beer. 

2  And  visitors  wondered  to  see  the  change  ; 

For  William  Brown's  farm-house 
Had  long  and  far  been  famed  for  the  skill 

Of  his  clever  and  thrifty  spouse. 
And  specially  was  it  whispered  round. 

In  homesteads  far  and  near. 
That  none  to  beat  her  could  be  found 

In  her  tap  of  home-brewed  beer. 

3  "III  tell  you  my  friends,"  the  farmer  said, 

As  he  met  iiu|uiring  eyes, 
"Why  water,  instead  of  home-brewed  beer, 

To-<lay  each  glass  sujiplies. 
My  first-born  son,  dear  to  my  heart — 

Words  cannot  tell  how  dear — 
To-day  a  homeless  wanderer  roams 

Because  of  our  home-brewed  beer. 

4  "  He  learned  to  love  it  whilst  a  boy, 

And  the  taste  grew  with  his  years; 
I  saw  his  danger  w  hen  too  late  ; 

I  sought  with  bitter  fears 
To  win  my  boy,  my  first-born,  back 

From  the  i)ower  of  tbe  deadly  snare  ; 
But  all  in  vain  —  he  cared  for  naught 

But  to  (puiff  the  accursed  beer. 

5  "  One  day,  when  drink  had  made  him  m.id, 

And  p.assion  had  made  me  wild. 
I  struck  him,  and  he  returned  the  blow, 

And  I  savagely  fonirht  my  child. 
I  cast  him  forth  from  bis  childliood's  home, 

I  banished  him —  though  'twas  here 
He  had  learned  to  love  the  dangerous  taste 

Of  his  mjther'<  hou;e-brevved  beer. 


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6  "  But  Oh  1  since  then  ray  stricken  heart 

ilath  enli;,'htL'neil  my  once  «l;irk  eye 
To  see  my  folly,  and  tlioujili  too  lute, 

To  choose  a  course  more  wise. 
No  cliihl  of  mine  again  shall  learn 

From  father  or  mother  here, 
Nor  servant  be  taught  by  me  to  love 

The  taste  of  home-brewed  beer. 

7  "  And  Oh  !  may  God  to  my  yearning  heart 

The  wanderer  bring  again  I  " 
And  from  many  a  (|uivering  lip  was  heard 

A  fervent,  deep  "  Amen  !  " 
Tht!  feast  was  over,  the  guests  dispersed, 

With  sol)er  heads  and  clear. 
Acknowledging  they  were  none  the  worse 

For  want  of  the  home-brewed  beer. 

MIUI.  B.  A.  r.  ALLP.If. 

In  "Church  Union"    1884. 

(Thin  nilght  aI»o  b«  read  the  "  Homu-madc  ClJir."    How  nmny  a  life  la 

wn-ck.-.l.  tho  rtmt  iIom  nwanl  ato|w  of  whkli  Ciiii  Ik-  tnuf.l  to  the  ddor 

barrel  in  thu  cellar  at  home.)-ED.  "  Amendment  HiTald." 

TEMPERANCE   APPLICATION   OF  THE 
"BLUE   AND  THE   GRAY." 

1  Asleep  in  their  honored  graves. 

For  home  and  country  they  fell ; 
Alas  I   for  boys  who  march 

In  the  ranks  that  lead  to  hell  I 

2  Marching  down,  day  after  day. 

Hoys  once  noble  and  true, 
Going  to  death,  the  Gray, 

To  drunkard's  graves  the  Blue. 
8  Hearts  that  beat  high  with  hope  ; 

Eyes  that  were  fixed  on  the  goal ; 
Hands  once  pure,  grasping  the  cup 
That  is  death  to  the  priceless  soul. 

4  What  are  you  doing  to-<lay? 

Must  we  look  in  vain  to  you 
To  break  the  chains  of  the  (Jray, 
To  free  the  limbs  of  the  Blue? 

5  Better  a  thon>and  times 

Our  boys  in  battle  should  fall, 
Than  live  as  the  victims  of   Kum, 
Bounil  in  its  fatal  thrall. 

6  To  the  rescue,  O  good  and  true. 

Souls  are  in  pt-ril  to-<lay  ; 
Sweep  the  curse  from  reach  of  the  Blue, 
Save  from  its  Uiint  the  Gray  ! 

MBS.  OKOROtA  Hl-UtE  H'LCOO. 

A   TALE   OF    LONG    AGO. 
Now  hark,  ye  friends,  to  my  story — 

A  story  of  long  ago. 
When  thi-  (lark  .^ueen.  Bloody  Mary, 

Was  tilling  the  land  with  w(X'  ; 
When  the  glowing  sun  of  morning 

Set-med  to  blush  with  a  deeper  re<l. 
As  it  min^l'-d  it-  irim-<i)n  rays 

With  the  blood  of  the  uoblc  dead  : 


When  the  silver  moon  of  evening 

Grew  pale  ami  .sad  at  the  »>iglii 
Of  dark  aets  and  liendi>h  horrors. 

Wrought  under  cover  of   night ; 
Wht'ii  strong  men,  aye  1  and  lair  maideus, 

Died  without  murmur  or  moan, 
And  joined  the  ransomcil  spirits 

Around  their  liedeemer's  throae. 

'T  was  evening  ;   the  glow  of  sunset 

Mad  pas.sed  froni  the  western  sky. 
And  the  moon  with  borrowed  sph-ndor 

Shone  gentle  and  calm  on  high. 
On  I  In-  dark  edge  of  a  forest 

A  beautiful  maidiMi  stoixl. 
With  her  fair  face  toward  the  highway, 

Iler  back  to  the  lonely  wotxl. 
She  pii-hed  back  the  clinging  bu.shes 

Which  hindered  her  nimble  feet, 
Ainl  .>tepped  out  into  the  highway  ; 

The  air  was  astir  with  the  swe»-t. 
Low  music  of  night-winds  singing 

In  the  rustling  tree-tops  near — 
The  |)relude  of  sweeter  music. 

Which  her  soul  was  soon  to  hear. 
Then  she  chvsped  h«'r  slender  fingers, 

And  lifted  her  .soft,  brown  eyes  ; 
Shi-  thought  of  her  loving  Saviour — 

Of  that  home  beyond  the  skies ; 
That  home  where  troubles  are  ende<l — 

That  home  of  the  pure  and  blest — 
"  Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest." 
O  maiden  I   bow  in  reverence. 

And  strengthen  your  soul  with  prayer. 
The  angels  e'en  now  are  waiting 

To  carry  your  bright  soul  there. 

She  threw  back  her  flowing  tresses. 

An  I  walked  up  tlie  winding  way  ; 
While  th(^  mooidieams  playing  round  her 

Made  her  road  seem  bright  as  d;iy  ; 
As  her  swift  feet  Iwre  her  onward. 

Her  thoughts  flew  back  to  ihe  glen 
Where  her  old  father  w:i.s  hitlden — 

Ave  I   hitlden  from  the  fieree  men 
Who  had  threatened  him  in  aiig<T, 

And  ilriviii  him  from  hi.-,  h<mie. 


But  whv  doe.s  she  start  aH"!  tremble. 

While  her  clieeks  grow  pjde  jts  death  ? 
"Oh  I    I  hear  the  Inimp  of  horses  !  " 

She  whisjuTs  with  al»:it<il  breath  : 
"I  liear — O  Tliou  gmul  (mkI.  help  us! 

Thi-  tro<>|)ers  !   tliev  come  this  way  I 
ftly  father,  my  |»oor.  |)oor  fat  Iter  1 

Lord,  keep  him  safely,  I  pray  I  " 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


She  stands  tliere  motionless,  silent ; 

She  licars  on  the  (jiiicl  air 
Tiie  tnuiip,  tramp,  trani|)  of  the  horsemen, 

But  her  feet  refuse  to  stir. 
And  now  she  sees,  winding  slowly 

Up  the  road,  an  angry  band  ; 
Those  willing  servants  of  JMary, 

Who  had  lilletl  witli  woe  the  land. 
Shall  she  flee  ?     Ah  !  they  have  seen  her, 

And  with  shouts  of  savage  glee 
They  spur  their  horses  to  meet  her. 

Hack  in  the  shadow  draws  she, 
Half  hoping  that  they  may  pass  her, 

Yet  feeling  her  hojje  is  vain  ; 
Oil  they  come  !  still  on  !     They  reach  her, 

And  each  rider  draws  his  rein. 
"  Ah,  ha  !  the  young  cub  is  cornered, 

And  mark  me,  her  sire  is  near. 
Now  take  ye  her,  men,  and  bind  her 

Lest  she  should  escape.     I  fear 
She  will  not  be  glad  to  answer 

The  questions  we  ask  her.     Come, 
Ye  need  not  weep,  my  fair  damsel, 

We're  not  as  tender  as  some 
You've  seen,  and  tears  will  not  move  us; 

If  you  would  save  your  life,  tell 
Us  where  your  father  is  hidden. 

And  trust  me,  all  will  be  well." 
The  girl  stepped  forth  from  the  shadow, 

While  tear-drops  flashed  in  her  eye ; 
Thus  spake  she  to  the  gruff  leader : 

"  Hark  ye  !    I  fear  not  to  die  ; 
Y''our  soldiers  need  not  to  bind  me — 

I  will  not  escape  their  hand  ; 
I  know  'tis  to  find  my  father 

Y^e're  seeking  now  through  the  land ; 
Ye  call  him  'Heretic,'  'Madman,' 

'Teacher  of  errors  and  lies.' 
I  knOfV  he  is  true  and  Christian — 

Heir  to  a  home  in  the  skies. 
What !  tell  you  where  he  is  hidden ! 

IJetray  my  father  to  you  ? 
'T  were  far,  far  better  to  suffer 

For  that  which  is  good  and  true." 
"  She  takes  of  her  father's  spirit," 

So  muttered  one  of  the  train  ; 
But  their  leader,  full  of  anger. 

Flung  far  to  the  ground  his  rein, 
And  sprang  adown  from  his  saddle. 

And  stood  by  the  gentle  maid  ; 
"Now  tell  whore  your  father  hideth. 

Or,  by  St.  Patrick,"  he  said, 
"I'll  j)icr<-e  thy  lieart  with  this  dagger; 

I  will  show  no  grace  to  thee." 
"It  is  well,"  replied  th(!  inaidi'ii, 

"As  Cod  will.th,  let  it  be." 
"Anil  saycst  thou  so,  proml  damsel  ? 

Will  you  tlirow  your  life  away  ? 
Once  more,  only  once,  I  ask  lluie — 
Come,  girl  I  will  you  tell  me  ?     Say  !  " 


"  No,  never.     God  is  my  witness." 
And  she  meekl\'  bowed  her  head. 

A  steel  blade  Hashed  in  the  moonlight— 
A  sigh — and  she  sank  down  dead  ; 

To  the  place  of  "  many  mansions," 
Another  pure  soul  had  fled. 

A  silence  came  o'er  those  horsemen. 

Gazing  on  the  dead  girl  there. 
With  moonbeams  forming  a  halo 

Of  glory  around  her  hair ; 
Then  each  man  turned  him  round  swiftly, 

And  rode  from  that  forest  wild, 
Forgetting  the  hidden  father 

In  their  murder  of  his  child ; 
And  there,  'neath  the  stars  of  heaven, 

With  night  winds  kissing  her  brow, 
Lay  sweetly  the  marlyred  maiden — 

Her  troubles  all  ended  now. 
The  moon  sank  low  in  the  heavens  ; 

The  wind  moaned  hymns  o'er  the  dead ; 
The  grave-owl  watched  the  dead  maiden 

From  the  leafy  bough  o'erhead. 
Oh  !  grand  was  the  cause  she  died  for. 

And  bitter  the  death  she  died ; 
But  glory  and  peace  forever 

She  found  on  the  "other  side;" 
And  Oh  !   may  the  noble  courage 

Which  burned  in  that  young  girl's  breast, 
Find  life  again  in  our  bosoms. 

Till  our  souls  at  last  find  rest ! 

ELIZA  CARAOLI.  BNELL.     1880. 

THE    PURE    IN    HEART. 

"  Blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart  for  they  shall  see  God." 

1  I  asked  the  angels  in  my  prayer, 

With  bitter  tears  and  pains. 
To  show  mine  eyes  the  kingdom  where 
The  Lord  of  glory  reigns 

2  I  said  "  INIy  way  with  doubt  is  dim. 

My  heart  is  sick  with  fear  ; 
Oh !  come  and  help  me  build  to  Him 

A  tabernacle  here ! 
8  ''  The  storms  of  sorrow  wildly  beat, 

The  clouds  with  death  are  chill ; 
I  long  to  hear  His  voice  so  sweet 

AVho  whispered,  '  Peace,  be  still !  ' " 

4  The  angels  said  "  God  givetli  you 

His  love — what  more  is  ours  ? 
And  even  as  the  gentle  dew 
Descends  upon  the  flowers, 

5  "His  grace  descends,  and  as  of  old, 

He  walks  with  men  apart. 
Keeping  the  promise  as  foretold. 

With  all  the  pure  in  heart. 
C  "  Thou  needst  not  ask  the  angels  where 

His  iiabitations  be ; 
Keep  thou  thy  spirit  clean  and  fair. 

And  He  shall  dwell  with  thee." 

ALICE   CAal 


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THE    NEW    DAY. 

1  Silent  has  Imhmi  the  iiii,lit,  and  Oh  !  so  long! 

With  woary  moon  lonver  sailing  west; 
Save  that  a  l)ir(l  at  inidniglit  trilled  a  song, 
A  dream  ot  daylight,  irum  his  moonlit  nest. 

2  The  hills  lay  couched  in  slumher,  range  on  range; 

The  earth  was  lloating  in  a  silver  web, — 
That  mystery  of  calm  hefore  a  change; 
That  lull  of  waiers  at  the  lowest  ebb. 

3  Some  drowsv  notes  were  all  the  bird  could  sinj. 

Soft  as  the  scattered  drops  of  summer  dew ; 
Then,  hushed  within  the  quiet  of  his  wing, 

lie  sang  no  more  ;  but  now  the  dream  comes  true. 

4  A  thrill  runs  through  the  spaces  of  the  night, 

And  Hutters  on  the  wavy  eastern  line ; 
Beyond  the  stars  dilates  a  distant  light, 
The  luminous  outtlow  of  a  day  divine. 

5  With  slow  ai)proach  it  deepens  into  bloom, — 

Kaint  jasmine  yellow,  with  a  Hush  of  rose ; 
And,  brightening  till  it  makes  the  stars  a  gloom, 
O'er  all  the  long  uncertainty  it  Hows. 

6  What  though  the  perfect  day  is  yet  iniborn ! 

Sweet  was  the  carolled  vision  of  the  bird  ; 
Glad  are  the  tidal  colors  of  the  morn. 

And  Heaven  is  pledged  without  a  single  word. 

7  The  waves  of  light  are  breaking  on  the  shore, 

Pulsing  in  cadence  to  a  mightier  How, — 
The  strong  uplift  of  nobler  hopes  before. 
The  great  new  future  rising  in  the  glow. 

8  Above  the  hill  surges  the  day  at  last, 

The  longed-for  day,  eifulgent,  high  and  wide ; 
Turn,  turn,  gray  earth,  and  leave  the  darkiMied  past, 
And  swing  thyself  upon  the  incoming  tide  I 

U»i;i«A    BCSIISELL. 
In  "  AtUutio  MoDtUy." 


PATIENT  WITH   THE    LIVING. 

1  Sweet  friend,  wlien  thou  and  I  are  gone, 

Heyond  earth's  weary  labor. 
When  small  shall  be  our  need  of  grace 

From  comrade  or  from  neighbor. 
Passed  all  the  strife,  the  toil,  the  care, 

And  done  with  all  the  sighing. 
What  tender  ruth  shall  we  have  gained, 

Alas,  by  sim[)ly  dying. 

2  Then  lips  too  chary  of  their  praise 

Will  tell  our  merits  over, 
And  eyes  too  swift  our  faults  to  see 

Shall  no  def(>ct  discover. 
Then  hands  that  would  not  lift  ."i  .<!fonn 

Where  stones  were  thick  to  cumber 
Our  steep  hill-path,  will  veatter  flowers 

Above  our  pillowed  slumber. 


3  Sweet  friend,  perchance;  both  thou  and  I, 

Kre  love  i^  past  forgiving, 
Should  lake  the  earnest  Icshon  home— 

He  patient  with  the  living. 
To-day's  repressed  rebuke  may  save 

Our  blinding  tears  to-morrow  ; 
Then  |)atiencu — e'en  when  keene.sl  edge 

May  whet  a  nameless  sorrow. 

4  '  T  is  ea.sy  to  be  gentle  when 

Death's  silence  shames  our  clamor, 
And  easy  to  discern  the  l)est 

Through  memory's  mystic  glamour; 
But  wise  it  were  for  thee  and  me. 

Ere  love  is  past  forgiving. 
To  take  the  tender  lesson  home — 

Be  patient  with  the  living. 

MARiiAHET  E.  RANGBTUL 


THE  HEART  UPON  THE  THRONE. 

Oh  I  tend'rer;  than  a  mother's  love. 

The  heart  upon  the  thione. 
That  bends  with  pitying,  watchful  care, 

To  catch  th(!  faintest  tone  ; 
That's  touched  by  our  inHrmities, 

That  marks  the  sparrow's  fall. 
Oh!   tempted  one,  fear  not.  for  He 

Will  heed  thy  slightest  call. 

Miwi.  B.  M.  rroiiR*- 
Umcnlbol.  Mo.  1884. 


THE    UNSEEN    KINGDOM 

*  Daniel  li :  44  :  Luke  xtII  :  20. 

1  The  gifted  toll,  in  song  and  history, 

How  went  the  game  of  nations  ag(>s  gone; 
Who  lost,  who  won,  as  crowned  ones  play  at  war. 
They  tell  us  how  As.syria's  glory  waned. 
How  Persia  found  decay,  how  Kgypt  fell, 
How  Greece  forgot  her  valor,  and  how  Home 
Became  as  iron  mixe<l  with  miry  cla}. 

2  Keen  men  look  through  the  riot,  eaglen-yo*!. 
And  to  the  surface-gazers  bare  the  springs, 
Tlu'  si'cret,  strong,  tdectric  springs  that  movo 
The  mad  machinery  that  makes  tlie  eartli 

In  all  her  nerves  to  tremble,  anil  the  thrones, 
The  ancient  principalities  and  |K)wers, 
The  <'berished  institution.s,  olil  as  sin. 
To  fall  like  Lucifer. 

3  They  show  us  these. 

Ami  yet.  aii<l  yet  they  do  not  sec  His  hand. 
The  humblest  'inong  the  children  marks  so  well ; 
The  H.'iiid  Omnipotent,  th.it  works  through  all. 
And  ever  for  that  kingdom  without  end 
He  hath  set  up  on  earth. 


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4  The  years  move  on, 

Anil  fluMi  tlie  feiilurii's  ;  men  rage  and  strive; 
Tlii-y  lift  till'  voice  lor  passion,  power,  and  fame; 
Tliey  will  and  do,  a.ul  tiironirli  and  by  tliem,  still 
Unreeked  of  and  unknown,  lit-  wills  and  does, 
And  slowly  and  most  snrely  in  this  world 
His  kingdom  growetli  on! 

5  Lift  lip  your  heads. 

Ye  brazen  gates  that  long  liavo  shut  Ilim  out ! 

Be  lifted  U|>.  ()  everlasting  doors. 

And  let  the  King  come  in  I     Most  glorious  time 

When  .lesus  shall  he  King,  and  He  alone! 

Wiien  Mars  shall  die  and  Maninion  hide  her  face; 

Oppression,  Bribery,  aud  bitter  \\'rong  — 

The  false  gods  and  usurpers ! 

6  Lord,  how  long!'' 

How  long  before  Thy  saints,  the  meek  of  earth. 
Beneatii  the  whole  broad  heavens  shall  reign  with 

Him  ? 
Our  souls  are  faint  with  waiting,  while  the  blood 
Reaches  the  horses'  bridles  !     So  we  cry ; 
But  Thou  art  calm  on  Thine  eternal  Throne ; 
Thy  patience  wearies  not ;  Thy  word  is  sure  ; 
And  though  the  vision  tarry,  it  will  come  ;  — 
The  kingdoms  of  this  world  shall  all  become 
The  kingdoms  of  our  Lord  and  of  His  Christ! 
Rejoice  and  break  out  into  singing.  Earth ! 
Forever  and  forever  He  shall  reign  ! 

UNA  LOCKE  BAILET, 
In  "Star  Flowers." 


DESERT. 

"  Who  being  dead,  yet  speaketh." 
'Come  ye  yonnelves  apart  iuto  a  desert  place,  aud  rest  awhile."— Mark  vi :  31* 

Here  in  this  silent,  barren  place  I  lie,        • 

And  hide  my  head,  and  hush  my  breath,  and  stop 

My  ears,  and  shut  the  light  out  from  my  eyes ; 

0  Master,  Master,  hear  my  lonely  cry  ! 

1  am  so  parclied,  so  weary  unto  death, 
Willi  weariness  not  gentle,  languid,  soft, 
That  lulls  one  like  a  child  on  mother's  lap. 
But  that  falls  l)a(;k  U])()n  me — brain  and  heart 
And  .soul,  and  stiHes  out  the  very  breath 
With  which  I  cry  for  rest. 

Dear  Master,  I 
Have  run  for  Thee, —  outstripped  Thy  utmost  word  ; 
Toiled,  struggled,  yearned  and  pleaded — fought  with 

wrong. 
And  wrestled  for  the  right —  ))0ured  out  my  soul 
Like  rain,  for  all  earth's  anguished  and  oppressed. 
How  oft  I  longed  to  sink  upon  the  way ! 
But  bitter  cries  of  heljiless  human  souls. 
All  bliiitled,  starving,  tortured,  and  eiicliained, 
Still  lured  me  on,  and  I  was  fain  to  give 
Light,  help  and  comfort,  though  my  own  lianda 

faltered— 
My  own  soul  gasped  for  breath. 
I  was  aiuue  : 


I,  though  unworthy,  had  to  lead  Thy  host — 
Ilad  to  Ix-  strong  and  brave,  and  face  the  storm, 
Though  flesh  and  heart  oft  failed,  and  those  I  led 
And  tho.se  I  toiled  for.  turned  and  wounded  me. 
But  w  hat  am  I,  that  1  should  weakly  moan  ? 
What  were  such  toil  and  loneliness  to  Thine, 

0  lowly,  lonely  Saviour  of  us  all ! 
Supreme  in  love,  in  sntfering  and  grief. 
And  (let  me  rest  myself  upon  the  thought,) 
Supreme  in  power  and  patient  wisdom  too. 

0  Master,  turn  Thy  face  and  speak  to  me! 
Let  me  creep  humbly  to  Thy  blessed  feet. 

1  am  not  fit  to  touch  Thy  shining  robe. 
To  lean  u])on  Thy  breast,  as  one  of  old, — 
But  let  me  only  hide,  lowly  and  still, 

In  some  soft  shadow  by  Thy  footstool  cast ; 

Content  to  lie  and  husli  my.self  so  near 

The  radiance  aud  the  fragrance  of  Thy  throne. 

MRS.    MARY   L.    (iRIFFITH. 

Taiua(|ua,  Peuo.      1885. 

JOHN    HAS    LOST    IT. 

1  "  You  are  late  to-night,  John,  do  you  know  it  ? 

The  sujiper  is  cold.  I'm  afraid," 
And  the  wife  scanned  appearance  and  features, 
And  earnest  the  quest  that  she  made. 

2  "  Why,  !Marv,  no  need  to  be  an.xious — 

The  sujjper,  I'm  sure,  is  all  right ; 
But  there's  something  I'm  wanting  to  tell  you, 
Before  I  can  eat  it  to-night. 

3  "  I'd  a  nice  job  to  finish  this  morning, 

I'd  been  at  it  three  or  four  days  ; 
And  I  hoped,  Mhen  'twas  done,  that  the  master 

Would  think  it  deserving  some  praise. 
4  "  I'd  just  put  the  fini.shing  touches. 

When  the  master's  voice  came  to  my  car, 
And  I'm  sure,  you  can  hardly  believe  it, 

The  words  that  I  couldn't  help  hear. 

5  "  'Yes,  Jones  is  the  workman  w  ill  suit  you, 

He's  the  very  best  one  I  have  got. 
He's  steady,  clear-headed,  and  skillful, — 
The  best  one  in  all  of  the  lot.' 

6  "  'T  was  that  wealthy  young  Rogers,  with  master, 

That's  bought  the  Ford  mansion  and  mill ; 
And  that's  building  the  big  manufactory, 
Just  down  at  the  foot  of  the  hill. 

7  "  Well,  I  rushed  from  the  shoji  in  a  hurry, — 

I  reeled,  as  if  drunk  as  a  fool  ; 
But  I  kneeled  and  thanked  God  for  His  goodness- 
Then,  I  rose  up,  collected  ami  cool. 

8  "And  when  I  came  back,  tiiey  were  standing 

Just  by  the  last  job  1  had  done, 
And  Rogers  was  saying  to  master, 

'  You're  right,  sir,  that  Jones  is  the  one. 

9  '•  'You  say  that  lie  always  is  busy, — 

You  know  that  lu;  don't  drink  a  drop,' 
'Why.  he's  not  lost  a  day  in  a  Iwelveiiiouth,^ 
A  lid's  the  soberest  man  in  my  slioji. 


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]  0  "  Says  master,  and  afterwards  added  : 

'  I  doii'i  know  wliicli  way  I'm  to  turn  ; 
You  are  ahlc  to  pay  hitter  wa^'es, — 
I  can't  pay  liim  what  he  can  earn.' 

11  "  Well,  tlie  lon<i  and  the  sliort  of  it  all  is, 

AVe're  to  move  to  Ford  place,  riyht  away  ; 
Tliere's  a  cottaiie,  a  garden  and  pasture, 
Kent-free,  just  as  long  as  we  stay. 

12  "  It's  a  first-rate  niacliinist  is  wantinjf 

For  the  mill  and  the  factory  to  care; 
I  shan't  have  much  time  to  he  iiMe, — 
liul  the  wa<;es  'ii  be  pretty  fair." 

15  Then  the  wife  sol>hed  alcmd  in  thanksi»ivinn', 
Witli  a  joy  to  her  heart's  very  core  ; 
'•  You  have  lost  it !  ()  .John  !  you  have  lost  it ; 
Tiiank  (.io<l!  you  will  have  it  no  more." 

14  "  Why,  what  have  I  lost?  my  dear  Mary — 
I'm  sure  I've  not  lost —  I  have  found- 
For  till'  very  In-st  job  I  have  pot  ten 
In  all  the  whole  country  around." 

"  O  .lohn,  you  remember  the  winter"  — 

Anil  her  voice  was  a  pitifid  sob, 
'•That  we  had  neither  victuals,  nor  firing, 

F(U-  no  one  would  give  you  a  job  ; 

"  You  had  gotten  a  bad  name  for  drinking, 
And  the  needed  work  had  to  be  done 

By  a  cool  head,  a  hand  that  was  steadv, — 
We  sulTered,  for  vou  could  jiet  none. 

••  You've  l)een  solwrnow  more  than  a  twelvemonth, — 
Nigh  two  of  them  —  three  !   if  a  dav. 

And  you've  lost  the  bad  name  you  had  gotten, — 
When  we're  happy,  how  time  slips  away  !  " 

"  Well.  Mary,  in  your  way  of  losini;. 

I've  lost  a  great  deal  more  than  that: 
Kagmd  pants,  and  a  coat  all  in  tatters. 

Torn  shirt,  and  a  shocking  bad  haU" 

'•  And  may  be,  you,  too,  have  lost  something, — 
•lust  think  if  you  haven't,  dear  wife; 

Poor  clothing,  poor  foo<l  and  |H)or  housing, 
Autl  a  torture  gone  out  of  your  life. 

"  Ah,  Mary  !   I'm  sure  if  Go«rs  blessing 

Will  guidt^  me  in  future  aright. 
You'll  be  always  as  hopeful  and  happy 

As  we're  both  of  us  feeling  to-night  ? 

•*  .\nd  now  you  may  put  tip  th«'  supper. 

We  shall  gnitefidly  eat  it  to-nii;lit. 
Every  ini)r>el  will  have  special  relish  I 

Oin-  hearts  mv  so  clieerful  and  light." 

ADEI.IA  C.   flKAVnt. 

Mujr  aiiarp  eollcgc.  W  iiichcstor,  Tgou.     1883. 


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THOSE    LITTLE   SHOES. 

1  Yon  think  I  choose  a,  sid)jeet 

That's  strange  to  speak  on  here  .' 
You  think  it  has  no  reference 

To  rum,  or  wine,  or  beer? 
Just  listen,  wliile  I  tell  vou 

A  story  sad  and  true; 
It  seems  to  me  so  touching. 

Perhaps  it  m.ay  touch  you. 

2  I  heard  it  from  a  father 

\N  ho  knew  the  power  of  drink, 
And  felt  he  had  been  rescued 

From  destruction's  awfid  brink 
He  told  it  in  a  meeting 

Much  like  this  here  to-night. 
He  told  it  ho|)ing  thus  to  learl 

Some  one  to  choose  the  right. 
8  He  said  :  "I  once  was  wealthy, 

My  father's  priih;  and  jov  ; 
He  thought  that  nothing  was  too  good 

To  lavish  on  his  l)ov. 
The  finest  education 

'Ihat  this  land  can  afford 
He  gave  me,  and  then  sent  me 

To  spend  a  year  abroad. 

4  "  T  was  there  I  learneil  to  tam|MT 

AVith  wine  and  lager  beer  ; 
Oh  !  never  touch  a  drop  of  them, 

I  beg  each  yoimg  man  here. 
I  came  back  to  my  home  again. 

Nor  dreamed  of  any  harm. 
Old  Alcohol  knows  well  the  way 

To  keej)  us  from  alarm. 

5  "  I  studied  a  profession 

An<l  marrieil  a  dear  wife. 
With  sweetest  of  fair  roses 

I  meant  to  strew  her  life. 
I  felt  so  strong  to  battle 

With  all  ills  for  her  sake, 
^  et  day  by  day  was  forging 

Those  chains  so  hard  to  break. 
C   '•  I  need  not  stop  to  tell  you 

How.  as  the  months  went  by, 
King  Alcohol  grew  stronger. 

And  weak  and  weaker  I. 
It  only  takes  a  few  short  vears 

F'or  a  drunkard  to  grow  |Kxir  ; 
When  oni-e  the  wiiuM-up  chains  him. 

His  ruin  is  most  sure. 
'    '■  I  fell  as  many  another 

Is  fallin>;  everv  dav  ; 
In  youthful  <lays  in  sorrow 

My  wife's  lirown  hair  turned  prey. 
We  moved  front  our  fine  houM* 

To  a  Init  ImiiIi  |MMir  and  small, 
I  scan-ely  earneil  a  shelter 

For  mv  familv  at  all. 


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8  "  One  bitter  night  lust  winter, 

1  liiid  none  to  the  old  inn 
Wiu-re  I  spent  my  evenings,  tlien, 

In  reveling  \\w\  sin  ; 
My  wife  with  bilter  agony 

Said,  '  Leave  nic  not  alone ' ; 
Bnt  I  heedtd  not  the  pleadings, 

Nor  my  little  baby's  moan. 

9  "  As  I  passed  throngh  the  bar-ioom 

A  sound  ft'U  on  my  ear 
Of  childish  laughing  joy, 

A  sound  most  sweet  to  hear; 
The  landlord's  little  daughter 

Lookrd  up  and  me  espied, 
'Oil  !  see  my  pretty,  shiny  shoes. 

My  new,  nice  shoes  ! '  she  cried. 

10  "  Then  like  a  flash  of  lightning 

It  darted  through  my  brain 
That  I,  who  brought  my  loved  ones 

But  pain  and  want  and  shame, 
Was  with  my  money  buying  shoes 

For  other  cliildren's  feet, 
And  leaving  my  own  darling's  bare 

To  walk  through  snow  and  sleet. 

11  "  I  rushed  out  of  that  bar-room 

To  my  own  home  once  more  ; 
I  found  my  children  huddled 

In  a  heap  upon  the  floor ; 
I  clasped  my  baby's  naked  feet 

Close  in  my  warm,  hard  hand ; 
Oh  !  how  their  cold  pierced  to  my  heart, 

No  one  can  understand. 

12  "I  vowed  that  from  that  hour, 

With  the  help  of  God  on  high, 
No  one  should  ever  listen 

To  my  little  children's  cry 
Because  their  feet  were  aching 

With  the  bitter,  bitter  cold. 
While  I  was  spending  for  strong  drink 

^ly  hard-earned,  precious  gold. 

13  "  And  my  vow  has  ne'er  been  broken, 

Though  it's  been  a  dreadful  fight, 
As  all  who  see  my  face  can  tell. 

As  I  stand  here  to-night, 
Bnt  I  thank  my  heavenly  Father 

For  the  warning  sent  that  night 
By  those  little  shiny  shoes. 

To  lead  me  to  the  light." 

14  0  fathers,  are  you  spending 

Your  money  at  the  bar? 
Oh  1   let  this  simple  story 

Live  as  a  gniiling  star, 
To  lead  you  liai-k  to  virtue 

And  paths  of  truth  an«l  right; 
Then  shall  I  not  have  spoken 

In  vain  to  you  to-night. 

"DOT."   1882. 


THE   FIRST   INSPIRATION  OF  COLUMBUS. 

STATUE   IN   TlIK   HALL   OF   THE   MUSEUM  OF  FINE  AKT8, 
BOSTON, 

1  Ilnsh  I  softly  tread,  and  let  no  word  of  thine 

Dis.solve  the  spell  that  lingers  round  that  form. 
That  seated  figure,  while  a  thonglit  divine 

With  promise  grand  the  childish  heart  doth  warm 

2  The  half-shut  book,  perchance  a  volume  lent, 

Holds  greater  charm  than  many  an  ancient  scroll ; 
What  wonilrous  words  within  that  book  have  sent 
The  thou^iht  electric  nulsinji  through  the  soul? 

©  loo 

3  His  eyes  are  fixed  upon  the  western  main, 

As  though  he  saw  the  glorious  outline  rise 
In  all  its  plenitude  of  hill  and  plain, 

Of  that  New  World  his  inner  sense  descries. 

4  The  waves,  unheeded,  dash  against  his  feet ; 

So,  unsubdued,  he  saw  in  after  years 
The  thousand  obstacles  that  rose  to  meet 

A  scheme  like  his,  so  fraught  with  hopes  and  fears. 

5  That  prophecy,  in  grand  fulfillment  now. 

Throughout  this  broad,  fair  land,  our  eyes  may  view; 
That  inspiration  waits  with  holy  glow 

To  thrill  each  heart  with  hope  and  faith  anew. 

6  Although  four  times  a  hundred  years  have  flown, 

That  lesson  echoes  still  with  accents  plear: 
"  Whatever  bars  before  us  may  be  thrown, 
Success  is  sure  to  those  who  persevere." 

ALICE  C.   JENNINGS,     188L 
From  a  Poem  Entitled 

THE    NEED   OF   THE    HOUR. 
There's  a  mighty  temptation,  the  growth  of  age, 

Deep  set  in  the  life  of  to-day  ; 
There  is  falsehood,  that  staineth  the  world's  printed 
pa^e. 
That  leadeth  in  dishonor's  way. 
To  be  true  to  the  best  that  lies  in  our  power, 
To  be  true  to  the  right,  is  the  need  of  the  hour. 

EI.LA   DARE. 

ROLL   ON,   TEMPERANCE   TIDE. 

1  Hull  on,  temperance  tide  ! 

Let  thy  soundings  be  deep,  let  thy  reachings  be  wide, 
Out  of  that  ocean  that  circles  our  earth. 
Boundless  and  mighty  thy  movings  had  birth  ; 
Sweep  o'er  the  fens  of  pollution  and  wrong. 

For  the  cleansing  of  body,  salvation  of  .soul, 
For  the  help  of  i\\G  weak  and  the  joy  of  the  strong, 

For  a  pathway  of  peace  let  thy  clear  crystal  roll. 

2  Roll  on,  temperance  tide  ! 

For  the  waters  of  life  in  thy  billows  abide  ; 
Over  the  low  sands  of  dry  barren  need, 
Over  the  rough  rocks  of  hardness  and  greed  ; 
For  the  raisiiig  of  life  that  in  darkness  has  lain, 

For  the  helping  of  heart,  for  the  saving  of  home, 
For  the  healin-j;  of  nation  from  plague  spot  and  stain. 

From  the  hand  of  the  Lord  let  thy  full  flooding  come. 

Al'ltlLLA   I-lllHKR. 

Cottage  GroTV,  Mina.,  Aug..  1883. 


TEMl'ERASCK.     PARLOR  MEETIXOS  AND  ESTERTAISMENTS. 


571 


STEPPING  IN  FATHER'S  TRACK. 


LOUISE  S.  UPHAM. 


M.  FRANC-EH  RKGUSH. 


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2  IIow  should  you  walk,  O  fathers,  lest  too  late 

You  strive  to  eall  some  erriiij:  wanderer  buck  ! 
For  prect'pts  best  on  tiiose  examples  wait 
That  leave  the  brightest  track. 

3  So  live  that  when  the  deepeniii-^  snow  of  ai;o 

Shall  bold  your  I'ailiug  strength  in  bondage  back, 


Your  children's  liest  and  noblest  heritage 
Sliall  be  your  sliining  track. 
4  And  wlien  the  household  and  the  hearth  are  gone. 
And  tender  looks  and  tones  may  not  come  back, 
Y'our  mantle  long  may  rest  upon  the  son 
Who  steps  iu  father's  track. 

LucisK  B.  rruAM.    im 


MARINER'S  HYMN. 


Mm.  SOUTUEY. 


Mlu  M.  F.  EKGLIsn.    Wnt  UltebelL  lows.  UM. 


Launch  thy  bark,   mar  - 1  -norl  Christian,  Ood  sjicimI  tboe!  Lot  loose  tho  rtnl  -  dor  liands.CJood  anc^Is     lead  thee. 
Look        to     tlio     wcatlirr  -  bow,  Uroakers  are  round  tliee;  Let  fall     tl»e   phun-nict  now,  sliallowi  mav  prouml  thee. 
••What     cif  thenijht.watclinian,  Whatof     the       nii;lit  ?  ""•'inudy — all     qui    -  et —     No  land  ><-t — .ills      ri^lit." 
IIow     gainstlu!    leak     so  fast '.*  Clear  out    the       hold;    Hoist   up     th<>      nii'rehan-<lisp,  Hi-avt*  mil   the        Rold; 
^^lack      not  your  sail     yet       At    in  -  let     or     Is  -  land;  Straight  for  the   bva-con  sleor.Straight  forthc     Idghland; 


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So —     lot     the     vcs    -    sol  woar — Thoro  swept  tho  hU.«u 
At     an  hour  whon  soom-«'ih     .Se  -  cur  -  est        to     tlH-o. 
Hur  -rah!the     bar  -  bor's  near— F.0I  the      rwi  liRhts! 


can  -  >'a3  on.    Cut  through  tho  foam;   Christ-Ian,  out     an  -  clior  now — Hoaven  Is  tby  bomc. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


JUBILATE. 

"Tlie  atlThory  board  of  the  Grand  Army  of  the  RuiJUbllc,  which  ia  to 
encamp  on  a  in^nJ  acUi;  In  DonvL-r.  thin  aiiminur,  inc-t  onu  <liiy  \a»'.  weuk, 
in  tliat  city, anil  lU-ci'Unl  tliut  no  Ui|Uor  ahouid  l>f  nohl  on  the  KrountU  to 
tempt  the*  aercnty  tlixnaand  aiilillcra  who  will  nhiirt'  in  the*  pluasuri-a  of 
Uie  reunion.  Thoy  cvon  wrnt  ao  fiir  aa  Ui  make  t-lT<  irt^a  to  a.'curi*  juriwlic- 
tioo  over  oa  much  adjacent  ground  aa  iK>sHihli>,  for  the*  aaki*  of  ciicircliug 
the  '  boyi  In  blue '  with  a  wide  awvcp  of  tcoiptationlcai)  territory."  -  The 
"  Union  SIsnal"  of  May  3.  1884. 


1  O  wives,  who  in  agony  mea.sured  the  years, 

Till   your    fainting   hearts    cauglit    the    far    echo  of 

cheers, 
And   from    out  of   the   deatlwlamps  the  loved  ones 

returned 
To  the  welcoming  arms  that  so  sorely  had  yearned ; 
O  mothers,  whose  sons  out  of  war's  crimson  rain. 
Came  with  battle-scars  grim  to  the  home-nooks  again, 

2  Ye  may  hid  them  go  forth  at  the  bugle-call  now, 
^Vith  a  song  in  your  heart  and  a  smile  on  your  brow. 
For  no  amhusii  awaits  tliem,  no  batteries  hide, 
Willi   their   engines   of    death,    the  far  "camp-fire" 

beside  ; 
Anil  the  shields  that  they  bear  from  the  shelter  of 

iioine. 
All  unsullied  and  stainless  shall  back  to  you  come. 
Thank  God  for  the  men  who  are  brave  and  true  I 
Ko  snares  will  be  set  for  the  "  boys  in  blue." 

3  Though  no  deadly  foe  assail  you, 

Heroes  brave  to  do  or  dare, 
Comrades,  rally  !     The  reveille 
Sounds  once  more  upon  the  air  ! 

4  Once  again  in  midnight  solemn 

lie  the  camp-tire's  stories  told  ; 
Once  again  the  mighty  column 
Muster,  as  in  days  of  old. 

5  Wiiile  you  cheer  the  star-gemmed  banner 

Proudly  waving  overhead, 
While  through  all  your  glad  hosanna 
Wails  a  requiem  for  tlie  dead  ; 

6  We  at  home,  your  wives  and  daughters, 

Sisters,  mothers,  on  our  knees, 
Hearts  athrob  with  love  you've  taught  us, 
Thank  the  Lord  for  men  like  tliese. 

ALICE  M.  UUERNSKr. 


LIGHT   ON    THE    HILLS. 

Light  on  the  distant  hills! 

While  we  in  shadow  rest, 
O  light  that  gleams  through  broken  clouds 

Tliat  sail  from  east  to  west ; 
That  break  and  move  an<l  drift  apart, 

Hcvealing  clearest  blue, 
And  -ilvcr  edges  liright  and  clear 

Where  gleum»  the  sunshine  through. 


Light  on  the  distant  hills  ! 

Where  pure  on  winter  days 
The  white  snow  lies  against  the  skies ; 

Where  auiumn's  robes  of  haze 
Fall  round  her  sandaled  feet,. 

Where  summer  grasses  creep  ; 
On  which  the  years  with  dying  tears 

Pass  onward  to  their  sleep. 

Light  on  the  distant  hills  ! 

Beyond  whose  farthest  rim 
Are  loving  friends,  whose  trust  and  truth 

Through  changes  grow  not  dim  ; 
And  homes  where  welcome  warm  awaits 

And  pleasures  wing  the  hours  ; 
And  graves  where  faithful  hearts  are  still 

Beneath  the  grass  and  flowers. 

Light  on  the  distant  hills  ! 

That  clearly,  calmly  rise, 
Though  weary  grow  the  youthful  feet 

And  dim  the  love-lit  eyes  ; 
The  calm,  grand,  everlasting  hills. 

That  ever  changeless  stand, 
Though  nations  mourn  their  ruler's  fall 

And  war  sweeps  o'er  the  land. 

Light  on  the  distant  hills  ! 

The  light  of  truth  and  right  ; 
The  years  sweep  on,  the  nations  move. 

And  goodness  gathers  might. 
The  winds  of  God  shall  sweep  the  clouds 

Away  across  the  sky. 
And  all  the  shades  shall  be  dispelled 

That  in  the  valleys  lie  ; 
And  though  these  shadows  linger  still. 

The  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 
And  while  we  wait  and  work  and  pray. 

The  liiiht  shines  ou  the  hill. 


ELIZA  O.  FEIRSOir, 


AT    EVENING   TIME. 

1  When  fades  the  sunlight  in  the  western  sky, 

When  dimly  shadows  fall  on  sea  and  land. 
When  l)reezes  whisper  of  tin;  day  gone  by, 

And  home  the  blackbirds  fly,  a  chattering  band, 
Tlien,  lonely  In-art,  faint  not.  but  be  thou  strong, 
Thy  life  shall  also  have  its  evening  song. 

2  Shoreward  at  dusk  the  sea-gull  takes  her  flight, 

And  slowlv  all  the  brinv  tide-waves  break;  • 

Homeward  the  skilfs  return  again  at  night. 
And  fishing  dories  safest  harbor  make. 

'T  is  evening  hours  that  bring     the    wanderers 

home  ; 
Take  courage,  heart,  thine  eve  shall  also  come. 

JULIA   MKHEDITU. 


TEMPERANCE.    PARLOR  MRETIXOS  AND  ENTERTAINMENTS. 


573 


HOW  LONG? 


Hin  M.  E.  SERV08& 


Mn.  liK<».  CLINTON  SMITH.  Un. 


How  loiijj,  how  long,  shall  iiiotliers'  heart*  All  luliih'^s  in  their  powi-r    to    »av<',  | 
See       vile     ill -temp' ranee, license  J  ileatli,Dru:;ilipwii  their  <larliii'.;-iti>  the  (;nive'.'  | 
I'he        vil  -  est  drunk -art!       of    to  iluy  WuMinie     a  pure  anj  guilt  -  less  ehihl. 
And     had    his  liiotli    .    i-r  held  the  power.  We  still  should  liilU  him  uii  ■  dc-Iiled; 
Men  drive  the  Tempt  -  er  from  their  lionieK,  Yet  buihl  him  dens  on  ev-ery  street,  j 
And       li-cuuM   hull      to       set  his  siiarea  i'u  trap  the  yuuiij;  aud  wayward  feet,  j 


So  iiian-_v    art^.  wiles,  | 

Such  siroiij;  teini  h-staiid.  i 

Kut     Sulan's  sia^  ^         :  as  ini-ii,  I 

Wrought  Well  their  master's  (»ul  desire,    j 

Uorothers,     is  this  wUe  or    ri^hl?   i 

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THE   SOCIAL   CUP   OF    FRIENDSHIP. 


ELMINA  B.  BALLOU  WALDO 


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MARY  FRANCES  ENGLISH.    VKi, 


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.     j  I.icl't  up  'h**  ^'■'1  «nd  sproal  the  hoard, Rnnc  on  the  fes-lal  cheer;  We'll  drink  and  merry  be     to-nleht.  For  th(/«»  we  lore  are  here. 
■    '  I.et      not  the  false,  de-cHpi-ive  wine   To  friendship's  Imard  he  hm't, For  well  we  know  its  co-ral  depths  With  ruin's  •eed*  are  fraiiitht. 
Shall  pure  af-fection's  ph-ili,'e  lie  drunk  In  pois*>n's  dri-cfrid  howl?  .-Vnd  ih.ih  this  emblem  shadow  fotihTlie  feelin,r<<     of   the  soul?.  • 
no,  the  pure  and  generou.sspriiij^  .VSection'slypeshould  prove;  Kruin  thisalone  ourcups  we'll  till.Ia  pledt^in^;  those  we  love. 


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574 


WO^fAN^  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


THE    DEAR   OLD   SPRING. 

1      Wo  qiialT  a  cnp  of  water  cold 

III  lioiiur  of  our  cause  tu-iii^rlit ; 
Ami  in  its  strt'iijitli  our  hearts  are  bold 

To  <'oU(iuer  all  tlie  foes  of  ri;ilit. 
Fill  liii,'h  tlio  crystal  <;ol)let  to  its  brim, 
There's  health  and  slreii!j;th  and  joy  within. 

2  Oh  I   I  reni('inl)er  the  clear,  mossy  spring 

Far  away  amon^  tiie  everj^ret^n  hills, 
Where  the  wild  bird  dips  its  [lurple  wing. 

And  the  violet  its  azure  chalice  fills — 
Wiiere  the  briglil,  sparkling  water  bubbled  up 
From  the  glittering  sand  to  fill  my  cup. 

3  Long  ago,  ere  the  white  man  made  here  a  home, 

The  grand  old  trees  were  monarchs  of  the  soil, 
And  <lusky  warriors  with  their  sweetheartvS  roam — 

(The  hunter's  fearless  art,  their  only  toil — ) 
They  came  to  the  spring  to  slake  their  thirst 
Where  the  doe  and  her  fawn  had  quenched  theirs 
first. 

4  Tliev  hollowed  the  trunk  of  a  beechen  tree, 

The  sylvan  tube  they  sunk  in  the  shining  sand, 
And  liie  gushing  waters  in  laughing  glee 

liubble  over  the  rustic  curb,  on  every  hand, 
And  flowing  away  formed  a  brooklet  clear — 
That  brook  to  my  childish  heart  so  dear. 

5  Oft  when  I  was  yet  a  careless  child. 

Tiirough  the  meadows  green  I  strayed, 
W'reathing  my  crown  of  blossoms  wild, 

Culled  along  the  pathway  where  I  j)layed ; 
And  bore  my  pitcher  to  the  dear  old  spring 
Whose  cooling  draught  might  please  a  king. 

C  There  were  blossoming  trees,  and  singing  birds, 

And  dragon-flies  strange,  with  their  gauzy  wings  ; 
And  whis]iering  tones,  like  spoken  words, 

Canu;  to  my  soid  from  flitting  things. 
That  hither  and  hither  around  me  flew — 
Whence  came,  or  whither  bound,  I  never  knew. 

7  Tliere  were  cowslips,  with  their  cups  of  gold,      , 

Violets  that  seemed  fallen  from  the  sky  ; 
IIcj)alicas,  in  their  simple  beauty  told. 

And  fragile  innocence,  so  strangely  sJiy ; 
Anil  sweet  .May  pinks  —  oh  I  so  thick  they  grew, 
As  if  crowding  the  path  to  peep  at  you. 

8  The  path,  in  a  socMable  sort  of  a  way, 

Went  in  and  out  among  the  grass, 
F<dlowing  the  curves  of  a  brook  at  play, 

Or  trying  its  threads  of  silver  to  pass. 
Among  the  grass  and  (lowers  —  still  I  dream 
Are  playing  bo-peep  both  path  and  stream  I 

'J   Following  their  win<lings,  with  fancies  wild. 

Day  by  day,  I  bore  my  pitcher  to  the  spring, 
And  the  ipiestioning  soul  of  the  lonely  child, 

Found  fom|)any  strange  iti  everything — 
Filled  more  than  my  pitcher  at  the  founUiin  clear, — 
Ami  the  draught  grows  sweeter  year  after  year. 


10  Whence  the  spring  threw  up  its  crystal  rain, 

Like  a  li<|ui<l  lau;ili  on  the  summer  air, 
I  traced  the  brooklet's  silver  skein 

Writing  strange,  sweet  music  everywhere  ; 
And  the  viewless  wind  caught  up  the  sound, 
And  bore  the  soft  whisper  far  around. 

11  Oh  !  I'd  like  to  drink  from  that  dear  old  spring. 

From  my  cups  of  leaves,  as  in  days  of  old. 
To  hear  the  same  old  birds  in  gladness  sing, 

And  catch  the  butterfly's  wing  of  gold  ! 
But  the  i)ure,  bright  wat(!r  sparkles  everywhere. 
And  the  gifts  of  our  Father  are  free  as  air. 

(  KI.KJfTIA   RICE  COLBY. 

NOT    ONLY   THESE. 

1  Not  only  harbors  filled  with  ships. 

That  come  and  go  across  the  seas. 
Weighed  down  with  commerce  on  their  trips, 

The  fruits  of-  trafHc  and  the  keys 
To  motives,  actions,  and  of  aims. 

That  move  the  forces  of  the  race 
To  wealth  and  lust  of  larger  gains — 

To  greed  of  power  and  higher  place. 
Not  only  these  our  country  asks  to-<lay. 
That  she  may  lead  her  children  on  alway  ; 
That  she  may  hold  within  her  strong,  right  hand 
The  subtle,  secret  force,  that  siiall  command 
The  cominji  ages  to  unfold  to  view 
New  forts  of  progress,  met,  and  conquered  too. 

2  Not  only  crowded  streets  of  trade, 

Filled  full  with  noise,  that  stuns  the  sense, 
That  makes  the  timid  sore  afraid 

To  find  their  way  through  throngs  so  dense. 
Not  massive  granite  piles,  that  reach 

From  earth  to  greet  the  sky  above, 
Not  merchant's  wares,  that  haste  to  preach 

The  times'  great  sermon,  of  "  real  push  and  shove." 
Not  only  these,  our  country  needs  this  hour, 
But  knowledge  of  these  vital  truths,  that  shower 
Their  blessings  down  on  people  who  nuist  learn, 
That  private  word  and  public  faith  must  earn 
Tiie  bounteous  harvest  of  enduring  wealth. 
And  of  a  growing  nation's  prosperous  health. 

3  Not  only  fashion,  with  its  show. 

Nor  slothful  ease,  nor  love  of  self, 
Nor  vain  and)ition,  nor  the  flow 

Of  glittering  streams,  of  golden  pelf. 
That  rush  along  the  ways  of  life. 

That  numb  the  sense  and  craze  the  brain, 
That  change  the  mother  and  the  wife 

To  courtiers  of  a  gew-gaw  train. 
Not  only  these,  our  country  fain  would  own, 
But  women  of  a  .sovereign  heart,  whose  home 
Is  made  in  virtue's  great  stronghold. 
In  love  of  right  and  honor's  mold. 
Where  children  trace  the  truth  along  each  day, 
And  build  it  in  their  lives  and  tread  the  way 
Of  royal  souls  whose  honest  work  at  length 
Shall  yield  our  country's  life  its  neeiled  strength. 


KI.I.A    DARK. 

Iq  "Tbc  luter-occau. "    18S4 


TEMPERANCE.    PARLOR  MEETINQH  AND  ENTERTAIS.VENTS. 


COULD    WE    BUT    KNOW. 

1  Coiilil  we  l)Ut  know  tlu-  st'crot  cares 

Tliat  lurk  in  every  mortal  breast, 
We  ne'er  h\  thou^ilitless  word  or  deed, 
Would  add  one  pang  to  tliat  unrest. 

2  Could  w(!  but  know  of  cruel  wounds 

That  throb  and  beat  in  many  a  heart. 
How  would  we  strive,  by  tenderest  touch, 
Some  balm  of  healinj,'  to  impart. 

3  Could  wo  but  know  what  thorny  paths 

Full  many  weary  pilirrinis  tread. 
Would  we  not  count  it  blessed  boon 

Sweet  Howers  on  such  dark  paths  to  slicd  1 

4  We  cannot  know.      But  if  we  list 

To  what  the  whisperini;  angels  say, 
We.  to  our  fellow-men,  will  bo 
Gentle  ami  merciful  alway. 

5  To  help  the  n<<edy— cheer  the  sad, 

And  uive  the  erring  kindly  care  ; 
This,  this  will  make  the  unseen  cross 
Of  heavy  hearts  less  hard  to  bear. 

KXELINK  aUEHJIAN  BHITII. 

CHRIST'S   PATIENCE. 

Ah.  how  His  patience  shames  our  discontent ! 

How  foolish  all  our  fretfulness  appears! 

Did  He  not  love  us  all  those  weary  years? 
And  yet  His  days  in  cpiiet  toil  were  spent. 
He  knew  the  cause  whereunlo  He  was  sent; 

His  world  stood  waiting,  and  there  were  anguished 
tears 

For  Him  to  wipe,  the  dead  upon  their  biers 
To  be  awaked,  and  men  called  to  repent. 
And  little  children  to  be  blessed,  the  hill 

Of  Calvary  to  climb  ;  yet  day  by  day, 
Unreco<;ni/ed.  He  calmly  worked  until 

The  Time  was  come.     O  blessed  Lord,  we  pr.iy 
That  bv    Thy  life  we  may  take  pattern  still, 

And  in  Thy  path  may  follow  patiently. 

ELCANOH    A.    niNTIR. 
lu  -as,  TlUH*" 


WISHING    AND    PRAYING. 

The  (ollowlug,  wrllU-n  b>-»  foniior  pupil  i>f  Rockfonl.nilnoi*.  8«mln«r7. 
will  «m\  a  T«poii»iT.'  i-clio  lu  llic  hrarU  of  Tcry  ni  »uy  p>m1  wnmrn  who 
haro  uol  yet  ciilen->l  into  actlTe  wnricc  hi  »ii  j  tlcM  ^if  the  MMtor'i  work 
for  Hln  chllitrcn.  M*j'  ull  «uch  ilcar  »i»t«r»  l>e  nMuimlwl  that  the  time  U 
short.    "  Suoa  the  nUbt  oometh  wherein  uo  man  can  work." 

1  Give  me  a  heart  that  is  pure  and  true, 

Free  from  all  seltish  thought  ; 
Giant  n\e  a  jKiwer  in  this  worlil  to  do. 
That  I  live  not  for  nought. 

2  I  was  praying  this  in  wistful  tone. 

Wrapped  in  the  ilarkness  there, — 
Bv  niv  window,  looking  into  the  night, 
"wishing  inv  life  were  fair. 


3  Aloft  Venus  hung  her  ydlow  lamp. 

Anil  blood-nd   .Mars  wa.s  m<ii  ; 
Jupiter  too.  with  his  char  white  liglit ; 
.Sirius  lovely  green. 

4  The  heavens  were  all  alight  with  stars ; 

The  earth  with  shadows  deep. 
Seemed  the  lit  place  for  me  to  live, 
A  soul  with  its  life  a-sleep. 

5  I  know  there  is  some  goinl  in  me, 

For  often,  as  on  this  night, 
A  weary  longing  seizeth  my  heart, 
A  longing  to  use  my  might. 

G  But  when  comes  the  beautiful  morning, 
All  purpose  sinks  to  sleep; 
The  morning  so  bright  to  the  worker, 
The  waving  lields  to  reap. 

7  I  see  then  the  number  of  lab'rers 

Are  fiw  and  far  between  ; 
I  know  that  the  lields  are  all  ready. 
Waiting  the  gathering  in  : 

8  But  .selfishness  says  to  me  list'ning, 

**  Let  others  the  hard  task  do. 
Let  them  break  away  from  their  self-thoughts. 
And  work  the  hot  day  through." 

9  I'm  strong  as  the  strongest  in  wishing. 

In  work  the  most  remiss  ; 
Oh  I  give  me  a  heart  that  its  longing 
Means  something  more  than  this. 

NELLIE  n.   RIPB. 

Bdrtdan.  la    1881 


THE   UNSEEN   GUARD. 

1  To  his  courtiers  spake  the  monarch  with  trouble  in 

his  eye  : 
"  Will  ye  tell  us  who  among  us  is  a  traitor  and  a  spy  ? 
Iklv  stratagem  is  ballled.  my  ambush  set  at  nought. — 
AVho  tells  the  King  of  Israel  the  secret  of  my  thought?" 
Then  answered  back  a  courtier :  "  'T  is  none  of  us,  O 

King  ; 
But  a  i)roi)het  dwells  '\x\  Israel  who  maketh  known 

the  thing; 
Conferrings  in  thy  council  with  chosen  friends  apart, 
Thy  wonls  within  thy  chamber  and  thy  thoughu  within 

thy  heart." 

2  Then  spake  the  King  in  anger :  "  Go,  spy  where  he 

may  be ; 
Take  chariots  and  horsemen  and  bring  him  b.ack  to  me. 
The  servant  of  Klisha  rose  up  at  break  of  day, 
And  lo,  alwut  the  city  the  host  of  .Syria  lay  ! 
He  sought  in  haste  his  master,  his  lips  were  white 

with  fear : 
*♦  Alas,  for  we  are  taken !  the  Syrians  are  here  I 
How  shall  we  do.  my  m.xster  ?  "   Elisha  calmly  smiled 
Like  one  who  sees,  untroubled,  the  terror  of  a  child. 


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WOMAN  /y  SACRED  SONO. 


3  "  Foar  not,"  he  answered  kindly,  "  for  they  that  he  4 

with  us 
Are  more  than  our  hosicgers ;  "    lie  lificd,  sixakiiig 

thus, 
His  aged  hands   to  heaven  :   "  Lord,  open  Thou  his 

f.vcs : "  5 

The    j)rayer   had   instant  answer,  and  starting  with 

surprise. 
The  young  man  saw  the  mountain  as  't  were  with  fire 

aliglit. 
And  a  vast  and  wondrous  army  flashed  glory  on  his  n 

sight. 

4  With  while,  resjilendent  horses  went  chariots  and  the 

cars. 
And  the  gems  upon  the  bridles  had  the  splendor  of 

the  stiirs  ; 
Of  the  color  of  the  lightning  were  the  chariots  every 

one. 
And    they  that  stood  withiu  tlicm  wore  armor  like 

the  sun  ! 
And  the  triumph  of  tlicir  nuisic  thrilled  the  listener 

like  a  sliont, 
For  legion  upon  legion  of  the  hosts  of  God  were  out ! 

5  "O  blin  1  and  foolisli  Syrians  IHiturn  the  way    ye 

camt! !  " 
^wildered  and  mistaken  they  think   they  see  and 

know  ; 
The  propiiet  tiius  they  follow  as  sheep  to  slaughter  go; 
He  leads  tliem  to  Samaria,  to  the  army  of  their  foe. 
"  My  father,  shall  I  smite  them  ?  "  the  King  of  Israel 

said. 
"  Nay,  nay,"  Elisha  answered,  "  hut  set  before  them 

bread. 
And  thus  refreshed,  the  captives  back  to  their  master 

send." 
So  did  t!ie  king  of  Israel, — and  so  the  war  had  end, 

6  Full  oft  we  read  tin;  story  as  something  passed  away- 
All  in  the  vanished  ages. — unheeding  tiiat  to-day. 
Invisii)le  and  eountle^s.  with  tlasliing  swords  of  flame, 
The  host  of  (iod  encami)elh  'round  those  that  fear 

His  name. 

URANIA    LOCKE  UAILEV.    18S0. 


Life  hath  its  harvest  moons, 

Its  tasselled  corn  and  purple-weighted  vine; 
Its  gatiiered  sheaves  of  grain,  tiie  blessed  siim 
Of  |)ienteous  reaping,  bread  and  pure  rich  wiue ; 

Full  hearts  for  harvest  tunes. 

Life  hath  its  hopes  fulfilled; 

Its  glad  fruitions,  its  blest  answered  prayer, 
Sweeter  for  waiting  long,  whose  holy  air 
Indrawn  to  silent  souls  breathes  forth  in  rare 

Grand  speech,  by  joy  distilled. 

Life  hath  its  Tabor  heights  : 

Its  lofty  mounts  of  heavenly  recognition. 
Whose  unveiled  glories  flash  to  earth  monition 
Of  love  and  trutii,  and  clearer  intuition. 

Hail  !  mount  of  all  delights  ! 

lUAVUIlE  C.   OILBEBT  JEFFEKY.      1883. 

WHY   THUS    LONGING? 

1  Why  thus  longing,  thus  forever  sighing. 

For  the  far-off,  unattained  and  dim. 
Wliilt!  tli(!  beautiful,  all  around  thee  lying. 
Offers  up  its  low,  perpetual  hynni  ? 

2  Poor  indeed  thou  must  be  if  around  thee 

Thou  no  ray  of  light  and  joy  canst  throw — 
If  no  silken  cord  of  love  hath  bound  thee 
To  some  little  world,  through  weal  and  woe ; 

3  If  no  dear  eyes  thy  fond  love  can  brighten — 

No  fond  voices  answer  to  thine  own  ; 

If  no  brother's  sorrow  thou  canst  lighten, 

15y  daily  synijiathy  and  gentle  tone. 

4  Not  by  deeds  that  win  the  crowd's  applauses. 

Not  by  works  that  give  thee  world-renown, 
Not  by  martyrdom  or  vaunted  crosses. 

Canst  thou  win  and  wear  the  immortal  crown. 

5  Daily  struggling,  though  unloved  and  lonely, 

Every  day  a  rich  reward  will  give  ; 
Thou  wilt  find,  by  hearty  striving  only, 
Aud  truly  loving,  thou  canst  truly  live. 

UAKKIl^T   W.    SEWALL,   1884. 


BLIGHT-BLOOM. 

1  Lif(!  hath  its  barren  years  ;  — 

When  blos.soms  fall  untimely  down  : 
When  ripened  fruitage  fails  to  crown 
The  sunnner  toil  :  when  nature's  frown 
Looks  oidy  on  our  tears. 

2  Life  hath  its  faithless  days. 

This  golden  promise  of  a  morn 
That  seemed  for  light  ami  gladness  born, 
Meant  only  noontide  wreck  and  scorn, 
Hushed  har[)  instead  of  praise. 

3  Life  hath  its  valh-ys  too, 

Where  we  must  walk  with  vain  regret. 
With  mourning  clothed,  with  wild  rain  wet, 
Toward  !>unli;;ht  hopes  that  soon  may  set 
All  ({ueuched  in  ])itying  dew. 


Sl:irn  (Llcmiiur. 

• 

By  her  profound  conviction  of  its  ni.mi;  sit'iiificaiice,  Mary  Clemmer  has 
eniioblol  journalism.  Kiiiuestcul  U)  « i  it<^  llie  poem  for  thp  New  York 
Prow  AsiuKiation  ut  its  mct'tiug  in  ISSl,  slic  rt^pouded  with  her|Hx:ui  ca- 
UUed  "  Tlie  Juuriia'.isl,"  in  which  these  stanzas  oocur : 

THE   JOURNALIST. 

1  Exalt  thy  calling  !     On  its  .spotless  shield 

Write  truth,  write  honor,  valor,  first  and  last. 
Cravens  may  clutch  thy  stars,  and  thou  not  yield; 
Love  them,  and  hold  them  fast  I 

2  Thus  Greeley  wrote  in  fresh,  heroic  youth  ; 

Thus  Margaret  Fuller  wrote  her  way  to  power; 
Thus  Howies— unvaiuiuished  in  a  raiu  of  truth — 
Went  ilown  in  manhood's  flower. 


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3  Tims  Cards  writes — rare  Siilncy  of  tin'  jicii — 

O'Rfilloy  siiij^s,  iiiid  (Jodkiii  draws  liis  stt-cl ; 
Thus  Scliiirz  liis  liiirhi-st  liouor  takes  again, 
To  write  tliu  until  wc  fuel. 

4  Defender  of  the  I'eople.  of  the  State, 

Kindlir  and  ([nickener  of  majestic  lhoui;ht, — 
Sure  of  the  finest  triumph,  thou  canst  wait 
The  crown  thy  patience  wrought. 

5  To  serve  thy  generation,  this  thy  fate : 

"Written  in  water"  swiftly  fades  thy  name, 
But  he  who  loves  his  kind  does,  first  ami  late, 
A  work  too  great  for  fame. 

While  Mre.  Clumiuer-HudjoD  li  not  kuuirii  lu  a  sihcIuIUI  In  ivrorm, 
abv  U  r.'UtMl  uiM)ii  a«  a  iMitcul  force  iu  gi-'iiuiul  ailvanoeiiuMit. 

When  thu  ciiiu«  itiipviiLi  to  hur  lu'intl  powvr.  ahu  \tjL»  Iho  full  counieoiif 
her  coiivictiDiis.  Th>Nie  who  art*  uiilinK  the  cauw  of  tMtliticul  cnfraiichUu- 
ment  of  woiufii ;  th*mv  who  are  coiiAccratiiitf  their  liv*ii  tiit<>ni|H*niriCi-,  to 
philanthrt'pyi  f^nJ  i"  \ln.  Huilwiu  not  Diilyii  Myniiiatliizer  anil  tlit^heliier. 
but  the  iimiiircr.  To  Iilt  the  life  iji.  Inilcitl.iniiru  than  meal.  aii<l  the  need 
of  one  huiulile  human  heart  iji,  to  Mary  t'lemiuer-HuJion,  more  than  the 
fame  or  a;iiiIaUH<>  of  tli^.'  worUl.  -  U  wton  Tmnller. 

Shic  '  the  alnire  lettir  troa  wriUii.  Mm  Iluilwin  ha*  "  fallen  aaleep." 
Her  earth  work  U  eml.il.  S!ie  il.'purtetl  this  life  laxt  Augiut  (18»ll,  hut 
her  memory  auil  her  works  remain,  an  eudiiriug  iwoet  isoeuae. 


TO    A    YOUNG    FRIEND. 

1  Oh  I   remembiT,  my  friend,  though  the  earth  may  bo 

bright. 
Time  drives  on  its  years  with  untamoable  flight, 
And  the  deeper  its  spell  rouiifl  the  spirit   is  cast. 
Tin;  darker  the  struggle  to  leave  it  at  last. 

2  11  'member  that  God  hath  revealed,  of   1 1  is  love. 
That  there  is  but  one  heaven.  His  temple  above; 
And  this  is  the  bliss  at  which  mortals  should  aim, 
To  walk  in  liis  presence,  and  honor  His  name. 

3  Alas!   that  so  many,  and  thou  with  the  rest, 
Slionldst  ilreain  in  this  world  to  be  jierfeetly  blest ; 
With  never  one  thought  of   His  goodness  and   power, 
Whose  hand  gived  the  sunshine,  and  sends  dowu  the 

shower  I 

4  Oh  I  pause  but  an  hour  in  thy  careless  career. 

And  ha  Wisdom  but  once  brciithe  her  words  in  thine 

ear ; 
Let  Religion  but  show  thee  one  glimpse  of  her  light. 
And    the  joys    that  now  charm  thee  will    fade  into 

night. 

JAXE  amniox. 

THE    BITTER    WATERS    SWEETENED. 

Exodu*  kt:  22-3&. 

1  A  mighty  host,  inspired  by  (lod's  command. 

On  through  the  thirsti'onsuming  desert  press, 
Willi  voiceless  longing  for  that  goodly  laixl 

Whose  promi.se  bright  their  onward  path  doth  bless. 

2  No  water,  with  \\»  gladdening  coolness,  brings 

Kefreshment  to  e:ieh  faint  anil  weary  frame  ; 
But  see!   amid  that  ;:reenness  sure  there  sprin^js 
A  living  stream,  whose  healing  they  may  claim. 


.'5   Hope  gives  new  strength  to  eager  footsteps*  toil. 

Am!  with  new  joy  de..ponding  hearts  are  thrilh-d  ; 
But  ah  I    what  means  that  swift  and  strong  reeod  i 
The  long-songht  fount  with  bitterne.vs  is  tilled. 

4  Yet  why,  O  Israel  !  cloud  with  doubt  thy  brow  ? 

Is  thine  .VIniighty  Lord  not  still  with  thee? 
Behold,  relief   He  |H)inteth  even  now  I 

And  power  attends  it — "  Cast  thou  in  the  tree." 

5  IIow  oft,  like  Israel,  have  we  seen  some  spot 

Of  promised  rest  in  out]ine<l  distance  sweet, 
With  iilad  relief  to  cheer  our  weary  lot. 
And  toward  it  press  with  undelav  ing  feet, 
G  Only  to  tind  that  disap|Kiintment  sere 

l3oth  bid  our  Injpes  like  autumn  leaves  to  fall  ! 
Yet,  as  of  old,  attentive  faith  may  hear 

"  Cast  in  the  tree  " — the  Lord's  restoring  ciill. 

7  While  disappf)intmcnt,  sin  and  pain  combine 

To  bring  tin;  Marahs  that  v.e  nsay  not  Hee, 
Each,  all,  transtignred  by  tin-  touch  divine. 

Are  filled  with  blessing, — '*  C'ast  thou  in  the  tree." 

8  Bill  Christ's  nnceasing  love  and  boundless  j>ower. 

Light  for  each  problem,  sjtrength   for  duty  bring  ; 
Cleansing  for  sin,  till  Heaven's  own  glorious  hour 
lu  sweetness  shall  dissolve  each  bitter  thing. 

AUCB  c.  JO'.viNua.  18M. 

THE    VOYAGE    OF    LIFE. 

Tune— "JifnrfyM,"  or  "Rr/ut/r." 

1  While  across  time's  o<'eaii  sailing. 

Should  thy  sky  adverstdy  lower, 
And  temptation's  waves  assailing 

Hock  thee  with  alarming  jMiwer; 
When  thy  faith  Iw'gins  to  waver. 

And  thy  strength  anil  ho|>e  grow  small, 
R;»ise  thine  arms  to  heaven,  where  Je^us 
Waits  to  heed  thy  faintest  call. 
CiiOKLS — Look  to  Jesus  !      Look  to  Jesus  ! 
Whatsoe'er  thy  trouble  bo. 
Trust  in  Jesus  !     Trust  in  Jesus  ! 
He  will  prove  a  friend  to  thee. 

2  Should  thy  friends  most  loved  and  cherished 

All  desirt  or  wound  thee  sore. 
And  fond  ho[>es  like  snow-flakes  perishe«l. 

Cheer  thy  spirit  nevermore  ; 
When  thy  heart  is  sick  with  trouble, 

And  thy  mind  dark  with  despair. 
Look  to  .lesns,  who  reganls  thee 

With  the  tenderest  love  and  care. 

3  All   reganlless  of  derision. 

Whatsoever  mav  In-fall, 
Though  all  tear-tlimmeil  he  thy  vision, 

And  fresh  trials  m.iy  appall, 
Ixnig  .-us  life's  vovage  is  tending 

Ontwanl,  nean-r  to  its  end. 
Look  to  Jesus,  He  will  prove  thee 

An  unfailing,  precious  friend. 

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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


LOST  TREASURES. 

1  If  soino  kind  power,  wlicn  our  youth  is  pnfled, 

Ami  life's  lii'Nt  freshness  lost  in  languid  noon, 
Should  stay  awhile  the  doom  by  Fate  intended, 
Aud  grant  us  generously  one  precious  boon — 

2  Saying,  "  With  thwartings,  bitterness  and  trial, 

Your  toilsome  days  thus  far  have  been  oppressed  : 
Choose  now  some  blessing,  fearing  no  denial. 

To  light,  and  charm,  and  beautify  the  rest  ;  " 
"What  should  we  ask  ?  the  prize  of  young  ambition  ? 

Fame,  j)()wer,  wealth,  and  gifts  of  priceless  cost? 
Ah  !  no — our  souls  would  utter  the  petition  : 

"  Give  us — Oh  !  only  give  us  back  our  lost !  " 

4  No  visioned  bliss,  no  pleasure  new  and  splendid. 

No  lofty  joy  by  longing  never  crossed. 
No  new  light  undreamed  of,  heaven-descended, 
Only  our  own — the  treasures  we  have  lost ! 

5  For,  wearied  out  with  strife,  and  gl^e,  and  clamor, 

Grown  wiser  with  our  years,  and  clearer-eyed. 
No  more  beguiled  by  dreams  nor  cliarmed  by  glamour, 
We  dread  tli?  new,  and  prize  the  known,  the  tried. 

6  Ah  !  what  a  crowd  of  joys  would  gather  round  us, 

Could  we  but  have  our  vanished  back  again  ! 
The  heart  unspoiled,  the  strength  and  hope  which 
crowned  us. 
The  bounteous  life,  the  ignorance  of  pain — 

7  The  innocence,  the  ready  faith  in  others. 

The  sweet,  spontaneous  earnestness  and  truth. 
The  trust  of  friends,  tlu;  tender  eyes  of  mothers, 
And  all  the  rich  inheritance  of  youth — 

8  The  plans  for  noble  lives,  that  earth  thereafter 

Might  be  more  pure;  the  touch  of  love's  warm  lip 
And  saving  hand  ;  the  sound  of  childish  laughter, 
The  peace  of  home,  the  joy  of  comradeshii). 

9  We  had  them  all ;  and  now  that  they  have  left  us. 

We  count  them  carefully  and  see  their  worth, 
And  feel  that  time  and  fortune  have  bereft  us 
Of  all  the  best  and  dearest  things  on  earth. 
1 0  Ah  !  yes !  when  on  our  hearts  the  years  are  press- 
ing, 
And  all  our  flower-plants  are  touched  with  frost. 
We  ask  no  more  sonu^  new,  untasted  blessing — 
But  only  sigh,  "  Oh !  give  us  back  our  lost !  " 

KI-IZAnETII    AKER8. 

"  BalUwiu'g  Montlily." 


IN   THE    LONG    RUN. 

1   In  the  long  run  fann^  finds  des(!rving  man. 
The  lucky  wight  may  prosper  for  a  day, 
But  in  good  time  true  merit  leads  the  van, 

And  vain  pretence  unnoticed  goes  its  way. 
There  is  no  chance,  no  destiny,  no  fate. 

But  fortune  smiles  on  those  who  work  and  wait, 
In  the  Ion;;  run. 


2  In  the  long  run  all  godly  sorrow  pays  ; 

Tliere  is  no  better  thing  than  righteous  pain ; 
The  sleepless  nights,  the  awful  thorn-crowned  days, 

Bring  sure  reward  to  tortured  soul  and  brain ; 
Unmeaning  joys  enervate  in  the  end. 

But  sorrow  yields  a  glorious  dividend 
In  the  long  run. 

3  In  the  long  run  all  hidden  things  are  known  ; 

The  eye  of  Truth  will  jtenetrate  the  night. 
And,  good  or  ill,  thy  secret  shall  be  known. 

However  well  'tis  guarded  from  the  light, 
All  the  unspoken  motives  of  the  breast 

Are  fathomed  by  the  jears  and  stand  confessed, 
In  the  long  run. 

4  In  the  long  run  all  love  is  paid  by  love, 

Though  undervalued  by  the  hearts  of  earth  ; 
The  great  eternal  Goverment  above 

Keeps  strict  account  and  will  redeem  its  woik. 
Give  thy  love  freely  ;  do  not  count  the  cost ; 

So  beautiful  a  thing  was  never  lost 
In  the  long  run. 

ELLA  WHEF.LEB. 

"  Advance"  , 

OUR    EASTER    DAY. 

1  Wlien  is  our  Easter,  nay,  nor  book,  nor  creed 

Can  tell  for  you  nor  me  ; 
Though  over  all  the  land  with  joyous  speed. 
The  bells  ring  merrily. 

2  For  we  may  kneel  by  altars  hung  with  flowers — 

Flowers  with  no  thorn's  alloy — 
And  still  the  lenten  sorrow  may  be  ours. 
But  not  the  Easter  joy. 

3  It  is  that  day  that  soul  casts  off  its  chain — 

For  souls  know  bond  and  prison — 
It  is  that  day  when  Doubt  and  Hate  are  slain. 
And  Faith  and  Love  are  risen. 

4  When  to  the  soul's  neglected  garden-blot 

Comes  joy's  awakening  ray  ; 
When,  from  the  graves  that  human  eyes  see  not. 
The  stone  is  rolled  away. 

5  When  with  clear  eyes  we  see  the  mountain  height. 

Above  the  mist  that  bars  ; 
When  through  the  clouds  we  see  the  constant  light 
Of  Truth's  eternal  stars. 
G  And  though,  because  of  this  no  glad  bells  ring, 
Though  neither  song  nor  prayer 
Are  heard  of  men  ;  though  no  sweet  censers  swing 
Their  odors  on  the  air ; 

7  Though  on  no  altar  builded  by  men's  hands 

Bloom  violet  or  rose  ; 
Though  all  the  pulses  of  the  teeming  land 
Beat  softly  'neath  the  snows  ; 

8  Still  do  we  know,  unhelped  of  book  or  creed, 

Though  other  lips  gainsay. 
That  we  have  won  our  life's  supremest  need. 
Our  own  true  Easter  day. 

CAKLOTTA   PERRr. 


TEMPKRANCK     PARLOR  MKKTINOH  ANU  KNTKHTAIMaHNIS. 


WHOSOEVER    LOVETH    ME. 

1  Swoot  to  mo  are  liours  of  t\vil'n,'lit, 

Wlicii  tlu!  l)iisy,  liurryinj,'  ilay 
Linjit-rs,  just  to  softly  {lalluu- 

()iio  by  one  each  ^'oldcn  ray. 
Till  tlie  mystic  sliailows  miii.u'le 

With  tilt!  fast  receding,'  iifilit. 
As  slie  folds  the  soft  {,M-t'y  curtains 

O'er  the  portals  of  tlie  night. 

2  When  tlie  straiii,'e  and  tender  yearnings 

Of  the  soul  for  all  that's  pure, 
For  the  solving  of  lift^'s  lessons 

Into  somelliing  higluT,  truer, 
Kindle  each  of  life's  ideals 

Into  fresh  and  vivid  glow, 
As  the  peace,  and  rest,  and  sweetness 

All  our  being  overflow. 

3  When  the  hope,  and  faith,  and  courage. 

Scattered  throuj:h  long  rlays  and  years. 
Seem  to  thrill  each  inmost  til»re 

Till  the  heart  is  tilU-il  witii  t.-ars. 
And  we  lift  each  pain  and  trouble, 

All  our  weariness  aiul  care. 
All  our  earthly  sin  and  weakness 

In  a  silent,  trustful  prayer. 

4  Floating  down  the  great  forever. 

Time  has  gone  but  little  space. 
Since  those  skies  and  just  such  twilights 

Left  their  gentle  soothing  trace 
On  the  life  of  our  Great  Master, 

Tracing  out  with  eyes  Divine, 
Those  same  starry  constellations. 

From  the  hills  of   Palestine. 

5  'Neath  fair  Lebanon's  tall  cedars. 

Where  sweet  Kedron  seeks  the  sea. 
On  the  Mount,  or  in  the  garden, 

Uv  the  side  of  Galilee  ; 
Passing  by  the  eager  jwople. 

When  the  busy  day  had  flown  ; 
When  the  twilight  irathered  softly, 

.lesus  sought  to  be  alone. 

6  Oh  !   the  love  which  took  our  sorrow, 

Pain  and  trouble,  guilt  and  death  ; 
Lifted  them  with  patient  pleading,    ' 

Eager,  supplicating  breath. 
Up  to  eyes  of  pitying  mercy, 

To  a  Father's  tender  care ; 
To  a  Father's  faithful  promise. 

In  a  hopeful,  trusting  prayer. 

7  We  can  almost  see  His  cominjj 

From  that  gunlen  on  the  hill. 
All  the  love  anil  pain  ami  anguish 

Linvjering  almut  Ilim  still. 
As  He  tells  llis  dear  disci|)le'» 

Som»>thing  of  the  gloom  and  dread 
Somethinij  of  the  storm-cloud  gathering 

Over  His  devoted  head. 


8  Ab  He  says,  in  sad  entreaty, 

"  Whosoever  lovelh  me, 
Let  him  lake  my  cross  u|Nin  him, 

Let  him  fed  earth's  misery. 
All  it<i  hardslii]is,  darkness,  error, 

All  its  faithless,  blind  despair. 
All  its  suffering  an<l  sadness. 

Taking  them  to  heaven  in  prayer." 

9  Daily  then  this  bunleii.  sisters. 

Falls  on  every  (.'hri>tian'«  lu-art ; 
Some  one's  grief,  or  guilt,  or  folly. 

Some  one's  i-ntss  to  U-ar  in  part  ; 
Some  small  share  of  life's  gnat  errors, 

Seeking  out  your  heart  and  mine. 
As  our  human  love  and  pity 

Lead  us  up  to  Love  Divine. 

10  Sisters,  we  must  not  be  weary, 

Lo !  the  Lord  who  owns  the  land. 
Has  been  sciuling  out  the  me>isage. 

"Come  anil  lend  a  helping  hand  ;  " 
Ami  the  rea|)er  gains  >\veei  wages, 

As  with  patient  toil  an<l  care, 
Precious  fruit  for  life  eternal 
To  the  "Harvest  home"  we  bear. 

MKM.  A.   r   Ot'KTO.H.     NoT.  1884. 


THE    SOWER. 

1  In  the  dim  dawning  sow  thy  seed. 

And  in  the  evening  stay  not  thy  hand. 
What  it  will  brini;  forth — wheat  or  weed — 
Who  can  know,  or  who  understand.' 
Few  will  heed. 
Yet.  sow  thy  .seed. 

2  See,  the  red  sunrise  before  thee  glows. 

Though  close  behind  thee  night  lingers  still; 
Flapping  their  fatal  wings,  come  the  black  foes, 
Follow  ing.  following  over  the  hill. 
No  response ; 
Sow  thou  thy  8ee<l. 

3  We,  too,  wont  sowing  in  gl.id  sunrise; 

Now.  it  is  twilight :   sad  shadow.'  fall. 
Where  is  the  harvest?   Why  lift  we  our  eyes? 
What  couhl  we  .see  here  ?  liul  Go<l  weth  all. 

Fast  \\U'.  flies ; 

Sow  the  go<Ml  8ee<I. 

4  Thoui;h  we  may  c.i.st  it  with  tremblinjr  hand. 

Spirit  half  broken,  heart-sick  and  faint ; 
His  winds  will  scatter  it  over  the  land  : 

His  rain  will  nourish  ami  cleaii.se  it  from  taint 
Sinner  an<l  saint. 
Sow  the  gool  seed. 

DiKtii  ■rutcM  cmAis. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


WHAT    IF. 

1  Wo  somotimcs  moan  at  the  weight  of  care 

W'liiili  will  lu-vt-r  let  us  frci-, 
Wlun  we  ioiij;  so  iiuicii  to  do  and  dare 
In  tile  broader  fields  we  sec. 

2  And  tlie  days  and  years  keej)  gliding  by, 

Whether  dark,  or  dull,  or  fair  ; 
And  give  no  heed  to  our  piteous  cry, 
"It  is  hard,  so  hard  to  bear  ; 

3  To  see,  like  a  shadowy  host,  pass  by 

The  possible  things  of  fate  ; 
"With  only  a  glimmer  of  comfort  nigh, 
And  that  hardest  of  tasks — to  wait." 

4  What  if  the  work  we  are  sighing  to  do, 

Is  lying  about  us  now  ? 
What  it'  llie  edict  both  wise  and  true. 
He  this  ?  To  the  present  bow, 

5  Wliat  if  (iod's  purposes  are  fulfilled 

In  the  dreary  and  barren  now  ? 
"What  if  the  garland  His  love  lias  willed. 
Be  pressing  thy  aching  brow  ? 

6  What  if  the  mist  of  lon'jinir  and  tears 

t  roui  our  troubled  gaze  could  fall  ? 
And  we  should  see  that  these  pain-marked  years 
Were  valued  the  most  of  all  ? 

7  What  if  the  mysteries  (iod  can  keep, 

8o  hidden  from  mortal  view  ; 
Be  surety  and  strength  lor  the  souls  that  weep, 
To  carry  them  safely  through  'i 

8  What  if  the  shadows  along  our  way 

Some  clearer  vision  endow  ; 
And  we  shall  see  in  a  future  day, 
That  the  trial-test  is  now  ? 

KUZA  M.  HIOKOK. 

Charlestown.  Maae.,  March,  1883. 


QUESTION   AND   ANSWER 

1  A  new  day  stretches  before  me, 

A  day  unlived  and  untried  ; 
I  know  not  what  it  will  bring  me. 
What  sorrows  or  joys  may  betide. 

2  It  may  be  some  pleasure  awaits  me ; 

It  may  be  keen  anguish  and  pain  ; 
Tiiough  my  morning  be  pleasant  and  sunny, 
VjTc  noon  the  dark  clouds  may  bring  rain. 

3  How  shall  I  plan  for  these  hours, 

On<;  l)y  one,  as  they  come  through  the  day? 
How  lill  them  with  actions  the  wisest? 
How  think  of  tlie  best  tilings  to  say  ? 

4  And  how  r:\n  I  keep  myself  safely 

From  danger  and  harm  the  day  through  ? 
It  awes  me  to  feel  I'm  so  helpless, 

Willi  no  knowledge  of  wiiat  I  should  do. 


An  answer  seems  floating  around  me  : 

"  No  danger  of  going  astray. 
While  God  is  your  Guide  and  Protector, 

Your  refuge  and  strength  all  the  day. 
"  And  though  a  new  day  lies  before  you. 

As  yet  all  unlived  and  untried, 
God  knoweth  what  it  will  bring  you  ; 

You  are  safe  while  you  keep  by  His  side." 

EDITH  J.   STODDARD. 
MiUurd.  Maw.  18S1. 

GOLDEN    ROD. 

Thon  hast  the  glow  of  the  summer  sun 

In  thy  beautiful  upturned  face  ; 
Yet  when  we  ask,  "  Has  autumn  come  ?  " 

Thou  noddest  with  gentle  grace. 
How  came  the  sunshine  to  touch  thy  brow, 

And  leave  there  its  garland  of  gold  ? 
Whisper  it  low,  I'm  listening  now. 

To  all  thou  mayest  unfold. 
O  Golden  Rod,  that  gladdens  all  eyes  I 

Like  tliee  ought  our  lives  to  be  brii^ht ; 
And  maybe  an  angel  will  come  from  the  skies 

To  touch  us  with  heavenly  light. 

ANXA   A.   CORDON. 

En  route.  Sept.  10,  1883. 


^Ihabftlr  garrctt  ^roluning. 


Elizabeth  Barrett  was  bom  in  London  in  1803.  hut  passed  a  part  of  her 
youth  near  the  Malveru  Hills,  in  Herefordshire.  She  beKan  to  write  at 
an  early  age.  In  1826  she  published  her  poem.  "Esoay  on  Mind." 
Whilst  residing  at  Torquay  for  her  health,  she  had  the  misfortune  to  be- 
hold the  death  by  drowning  of  a  brother,  which  threw  a  shallow  on  her 
after  life.  After  this  she  went  to  London,  and  published  niAnv  poems, 
which  met  with  great  siiccess.  In  1849  she  married  Robert  Browning, 
the  poet,  after  which  they  weut  to  Italy,  where  she  died,  June  29,  186L 


COMFORT. 

Speak  low  to  me,  my  Saviour,  low  and  sweet, 
J'rom  out  the  hallelujahs,  sweet  and  low. 
Lest  I  should  fear  and  fall,  and  miss  Thee  so. 
Who  art  not  missed  by  any  that  entreat. 
Spiak  to  me  as  to  Mary  at  Thy  feet  I 
And  if  no  precious  gums  my  hands  bestow. 
Let  my  tears  drop  like  amber  while  I  go 
In  reach  of  Thy  divinest  voice  complete 
In  humanest  aHiiction,  thus  in  sooth 
To  lose  the  sense  of  losing.     As  a  child. 
Whose  song-bird  seeks  the  wood  for  evermore, 
Is  sung  to  in  its  stead  by  mother's  mouth,  • 
Till,  sinking  on  her  breast,  love-reconciled, 
He  sleeps  the  faster,  that  he  wept  before. 

MBS.   nROWNINO. 


TEMPERANCE.     FAHLOH  MEETIAOS  AJUD  Ka\TKRTAI.\MESTS. 


f<»l 


4  Avert  the  dark  doom!  hunt  the  monster  to  doaih 
With  \veii|i<ms  (i<xl  ;,'ivfH  for  th<'  Icitth-  of   ri;^hl! 
Preach,  tf:uli,  vole  :iiiil  pray,  wajj;";  tlie  war  iii;(lil 
ami  <lay. 
Till  tilt;  la.^t   howl   ia  heunl  from    tluH    Moloch   of 
ii)i;4lit. 
"  Too  late  "  it  may  he  for  the  ajjed  ones  now  ; 
"Too   late'."    is  their   wail,    while    tlie    red    fang 
destroys. 
And  our  a;4onized  moan  cleaves  its  way  to  the  Throne : 
'•  (jod  save  our  Kepublic  by  saving  the  l»oys  I  " 

Mm.   HKI.I.IE  II.    llllADLKr. 
Wulilui;Uiu.  D.  a 

O   TIRED    HEART. 

1  O  tired  heart, 
(iod  knows  I  • 

Not  you  or  I, 
Who  reach  our  hands  for  pifta 

That  wise  love  must  deny. 
We  blunder  where  we  fain  woul<l  <lo  our  iM-st, 
Until  a-weary,  then  we  cry,  "  Do  'I'liou  the  rest." 
And  in  His  hands  the  tan<;li>d  threads  we  place, 
Of  our  poor,  blinded  weavinj.',  with  a  shanie<l  face. 
All  trust  of  ours  lie  sacredly  will  keej). 
So  tired  heart — (Jnd  knows — go  thou  to  work  or  sleep. 

2  O  tired  iieart, 
(lod  knows, 

Wliere  we  but  ptiess, 

Of  unknown  future  years. 

Their  joy  or  bitterness. 

-,      ,  .,  ,,       ,,    -,        ,  ..,wi    n.v   Kmif's  hiiiie  of   For  we  are  finite,  limited,  enfurled, 

Mv  chiMluxKl  s  deep  trust  and   ni}    soul  s   nope  oi '  i,i  ,„  „«,1J 

J    .  '  Ills  vision  in  Its  sweep  reaches  from  worul  to  world. 

Our  hidden,  complex  selves.  His  eye  doth  see. 

And  witii  exceedini:  tenderness,  weijrhs  e<pially. 

O  wisdom  intiuitel  O  love  naught  can  o'erwhelin  ! 

llest,  tired  heart — God  knows, give  unto  Him  the  helm. 

UANNAU   COI>I>lNUTU.<(. 


SOMEWHERE. 

1  How  can  I  cease  to  pray  for  thee  ?     Somewhere 

In  (iod's  threat  universe  tluai  art  tiMlay  ; 
Can  He  not  reach  tliee  with  His  teiiiler  care? 
Can  He  not  hear  me  when  for  thee  I  pray? 

2  What  matters  it  to  Him  who  holds  witliin 

The  hollow  of   His  hand  all  worlds,  ail  space, 
That  thou  art  done  willi  earthly  pain  and  sin  ? 
Somewhere  within  His  ken  thou  hast  a  place. 

3  Somewliere  tliou  livest  and  hast  need  of   Him  ; 

Somewhere  thy  soul  sees  higher  heijrhts  to  climb  ; 
And  somewliere  still  there  may  be  valleys  dim. 
That  thou  must  pass  to  reach  the  hills  sublime. 

4  Then  all  the  more,  because  thou  canst  not  hear, 

r(X)r,  human  words  of  blessing,  will  I  pray, 
O  true,  brave  Iieart,  (iod  bless  thee  wheresoe'er 
In  His  great  universe  thou  art  to-<lay. 

MKH.  J.  C.   n.  DORR. 
From  "  Scribucr"»  Monthly."    1874. 

SAVE    THE    BOYS. 


\  poor  iilil  (IninkarJ  when  urged  to  reform  ; 
ikI»  sake,  fin  Ihr  6«kj  .'  " 


"It'»  tno  late  for  mo,"  »al<l  a 
too  tattfur  Mr.  but,  ob  '.  for  0<k1 

1  "It's  too  late  for  me,"  was  the  poor  drunkard's  cry  ; 

••  I've  fallen  too  low  for  forgiveness  or  peace. 
For  the  Demon  of  Drink  holds  my  soul  o'er  the  brink, 

And  never  can  I  gain  reprieve  or  release. 
I've  a  ruined  frame  and  a  crime-blackened  name, 

A  sunless  old  age  and  a  desolate  even, 
In  exchange  for  my  life,  my  home,  and  my  wife, 


heaven 
If  some  one  had  only  warned  me  to  beware 

Of  the  tirst  faUil  glass  that  tempts  and  destroys, 
I  'd  have  taken  a  vo\v.     It 's  too  late  for  me  now — 

Too  late,  but,  oh  !  for  God's  sake,  save  the  boys  I " 

2  'T  is  a  <Tand,  (io<l-like  mission  to  rescue  the  souls 

That^are  wandering  in  mazes  of  darkness  and  sin, 
To  lead  them  u])  higher,  with  courage  insjiire 

Each  faint-hearted,  struggling  one   victory  to  win. 
But  by  far  'tis  a  loftier,  holier  work 

To  protect  the  ilear  children  while  yet  they  are  pure. 
To  bid  them  beware  of  the  Drink  Demon's  snare, 

Whose  glitt.-ring  meshi's  their  youii'4  feet  allure. 
O  mothers  and  fathers  \   keep  vigilant  guard  ; 

The  black  wolf's  abroad,  cruel,  treacherou.s  and 
bold. 
And  its  fangs  may  devour  in  one  careless  hour 

Some  iniuHvnt  lamb  of  your  precious  home-fold. 

3  O  Christians  and  patriots!  dis.-ern  ^t-  not  how 

(Jod's  Cliureh  is  defied  by  this  flemon-lxMst  wild? 
How  Columl>ia's  proud  fame  .and  glory-crowned  name 

.\re  tarnished,  imperilled,  guiltnlyed.  and  <lefil.-d  ? 
Will  not  ureal  .lehov.ah's  dreail  ihnnd.rbolt  crush 

The  nation  that  looses  this  hydra-he.ad  Ixast 
'Mons  its  peo|)le  to  roam,  till  tlx-re's  ne'er  a  home 

That  is  not  despoiled  for  its  horrible  feast  ? 


IN    PRISON. 

SlTT.V^nl.E    Fon    FLOWER  MISSIO.H     DAT    KNTERTAIXMKST. 

1   Gwl  pity  the  wretched  prisoners, 
In  their  lonely  ctdls  t<Mlay  ! 
Whatever  the  sins  th.at  tri|i|M-d  them, 
G«m1  pity  them  !  still  I  .say. 

2  Only  a  strip  of  sun-hinc. 

Cleft  by  rusty  bars  ; 
Only  a  jtatch  of  azure, 

()idy  a  cluster  of  stars  ; 
Only  a  barren  future. 

To  starve  their  hope  u|)on  ; 
Only  stinging  memorii-s 

Of  a  pa-st  that's  better  gone. 

3  Only  scorn  from  women. 

Only  hate  from  men. 
Onlv  rene>r««'  to  whisp.T 

Of  a  life  that  might  hare  been. 


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4  Onco  they  were  little  children, 

And  perhaps  tiuir  unstained  feet 
"Were  led  by  a  gentle  mother 

Towards  the  goKlen  street ; 
Tiierefore,  it  in  life's  forest 

They  since  have  lost  their  way, 
For  the  sake  of  her  who  loved  them, 

God  pity  them  I  still  I  say. 

5  O  mothers,  gone  to  heaven  ! 

With  earnest  heart  1  ask 
That  yonr  eyes  may  not  look  earthward 

On  the  failure  of  your  task  ; 
For  even  in  those  mansions 

The  choking  tears  would  rise. 
Though  tiie  fairest  hand  in  heaven 

Would  wipe  them  from  your  eyes! 

6  And  yon?  who  judge  so  harshly. 

Are  you  sure  the  stumbling-stone 
That  tripped  the  feet  of  others 

^Iigl:t  not  have  bruised  your  own  ? 
Are  you  sure  the  sad-faced  angel 

Who  writes  our  errors  down, 
"Will  ascribe  to  you  more  honor 

Than  him  on  whom  you  frown  ? 

7  Or,  if  a  steadier  purpose 

Unto  your  life  is  given  ; 
A  stronger  will  to  conquer, 

A  smoother  i)ath  to  heaven  ; 
If,  when  temptations  meet  you, 

You  crush  them  with  a  smile  ; 
If  you  can  chain  pale  passion 

And  keep  your  lips  from  guile  ; 

8  Then  bless  the  hand  that  crowned  you, 

Ilemembering,  as  you  go, 
'T  was  not  your  own  endeavor 

That  shai)ed  your  nature  so  ; 
And  sneer  not  at  the  weakness 

Which  made  a  brother  fall, 
For  ilu!  hand  that  lifts  the  fallen 

God  loves  the  best  of  all. 

9  And  pray  for  the  wretched  prisoners    ' 

All  over  the  land  to-day, 
That  a  holy  hand  in  pity 
May  wipe  their  guilt  away. 


MAY  KILEV  HMITU. 


THE    PRISONER'S   CHILD. 

TO   BE   USED  CM   FLOWEU   MISSION    DAY. 

1  The  dull,  cliill  prison  building, 
Oh  I  what  a  gloomy  sight ! 

It  wears  in  boldest  morning 
Thr  coward  scowl  of  night. 

Tlu;  warni.  frcsii  light  approaches, 
And  shuddering  lurns  away  ; 

Williiu  \is  shadow,  louuiiiig  foul, 


No  joyous  thing  will  stay ; 
Yet  tliere's  a  light  within  my  cell, 

A  lovely  light  its  walls  enclose ; 
My  ha])j)y  child — my  daughter  pure— 
My  wild,  wild  rose. 

2  The  prison  sounds  are  dreary 

To  one  who  hears  them  long  ; 
The  murderer  talking  to  lumself. 

The  drunkard's  crazy  song. 
My  jjrison  door  grates  harshly, 

It  bodes  the  jailer's  scowl ; 
The  jailer's  dog  sleeps  all  the  day. 

To  wake  at  night  and  howl. 
Yet  there  is  music  in  my  cell, 

And  joy's  own  voice  its  walls  enclose ; 
My  heaven-bird — my  gladsome  girl — 
My  wild,  wild  rose. 

3  Her  mellow,  golden  accents 

O'erflow  the  air  around, 
As  if  the  joyous  sunshine 

Resolved  itself   to  sound. 
She  carols  clear  at  morning. 

And  prattles  sweet  at  noon  ; 
And  sings  to  rest  the  weary  sun, 

And  ringeth  up  the  moon  ; 
And  when  in  sleep  she  visits  home 

(My  daughter  knows  the  angels  well). 
She'll  fearless  rouse  the  awful  night 

Her  happy  dreams  to  tell. 

4  Oh !  some  have  manj'  treasures. 

But  others,  I,  have  none  ; 
The  dear  Creator  gave  me 

My  blessings  all  in  one. 
The  wealth  of  many  jewels 

Is  garner'd  in  her  eyes  ; 
The  worth  of  many  loving  hearts 

Within  her  bosom  lies  ; 
She's  more  to  me  than  daily  bread, 

And  more  to  me  than  night's  repose; 
My  staff,  my  flower,  my  praise,  my  praj'er, 
My  wild,  wild  rose. 

ELIZA  L.  sruoAT.    1841, 

FOR   THE   "SHUT    IN"    ONES. 

"  PIIIAIIIKOTII." 

1  The  night  had  spread  her  curtain 

O'er  Israel's  countless  host ; 
Shut  in  by  sea  and  mountain, 

It  seemed  that  they  were  lost. 
Tluiir  cruel  foe  behind  them  lay, 
How  to  esc;n)o  they  saw  no  way. 

2  But  God,  their  (Juide  and  Leader, 

Was  watching  day  and  night ; 
He  knew  how  to  deliver 

From  I'haraoh's  boasted  might. 
The  cloud  —  His  presence  stood  between. 
The  foe  't  was  dark  —  to  Israel  sheen. 


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588 


3  Now  while  they  feared  and  doubted 

.Jehovah's  word  and  power 
To  h'ad  tlicin  out  of  bon(hige, 

Give  Canaan  for  tliuir  dower, 
Their  God  His  plan  was  working'  out — 
The  moru  would  hear  them  victory  shout. 

4  He  stretched  His  hand  Almii;hty 

And  lo  !  the  sea  turned  hack  ; 
Ou  each  side  stood  in  waiting 

Anil  left  an  open  track, 
Through  which,  dry  shod,  tliey  all  passed  o'er 
In  safety  to  the  other  shore. 

5  That  which  proved  their  deliverance 

God  used  to  overthrow, 
Beneath  the  lied  Sea  waters. 

His  own  and  liicir  j^reat  foe. 
Methiiiks  I  hear,  while  falls  the  rod, 
"  Be  still,  and  kuow  that  I  am  God  " 

6  Oh  !  let  us  all  rememl)cr 

Our  Ciod  is  just  the  same ; 

He  knows  how  to  deliver, 
•' .lehovah  "  still  His  name. 
Though  all  around  our  way  is  hedged. 
To  bring  us  forth  His  truth  stauds  pletlged. 

7  What  though  our  foe  besiege  ua 

And  seek  to  overcome  ; 
Our  .lesus  stands  between  us, 

He  is  our  Shield  and  Sun, 
Who  suffered,  being  tempted  here. 
That  He  might  succor  saints  so  dear. 

8  Let  us  like  faithful  Abram, 

Against  all  hopi-  believe. 
Ami  stagger  not,  imt  trust  Him — 

He  never  will  deceive. 
His  glory  we  shall  surely  see, 

Aud  shout  aloud,  glad  victory  ! 

MIUl.    K.   a  OREKS.      ("KWtt.") 

Bfookljni.    1884. 


A    ROYAL   SERVICE. 

DEDICATED  TO  "THE  WAITING  O.VES  "   IN'  TIIK 
KIM,r>OM    AND   PATIENCE  OF  JE^IS  CHai>T. 

1  Among  the  blaster's  c.il lings  of  high  honor, 
One  oftentimes  we  miss, 
Becanst"  our  hearts,  in  tluir  impatient  yearning, 
Fail  to  j>erceive  its  bliss. 


2  Fail  to  j)erceive  the  gnindeur  of  ita  service. 
The  deep,  sweet  joy  it  brings. 
And  deem  some  other  easier  or  nobler, 
With  richer  harvestings. 

8  And  so  we  may  not  choose,  but  Christ  apiwinta  tu 
The  work  of  sitting  still. 
And  saith,  "  My  chilil,  in  quietness  and  patience 
This  service  now  fulfill." 

4  Since  all  these  hoars  of  weariness  and  waiting 

Are  precious  unto  me. 
Each  one  must  needs  be  freighted  with  some  blew- 

iiig, 
Love's  perfect  choice  for  me. 

5  Then  think  not  thou  art  kept  within  the  shadow 

Of  long  inactive  years. 
Without  some  purpose  inlinitely  glorious, 
Some  harvest  sown  ui  tears. 

6  And  so  there  comes  a  glory  and  a  gladness 

Into  the  weary  days. 
And  in  our  hearts  there  shines  a  solemn  radiance. 
Inwrought  with  (juiet  praise. 

7  We  learn  that  we  are  given  this  sweet  service 

Because  the  Master  sees 
That  thus  His  delegates  must  oft  be  fitted 
For  higher  embassies. 

8  We  praise  Him  for  these  lonely  hours  of  waiting, 

Aud,  trusting,  look  above. 
Till  all  the  hush  and  silence  of  their  service 
Grows  luminous  with  love. 

9  We  muse  upon  that  ministry  at  Nazereth, 

I'ntil  it  seems  to  be 
A  fellowship  most  sweet,  a  royal  honor, 
To  wait,  O  Christ,  with  Thee. 

10  And  ever  as  we  stand  within  the  shadow 

Of  those  long  years  of  thine. 
Our  waiting  days  grow  better,  holier,  grander. 
Their  service  more  sublime  ; 

11  Until  at  la»t  we  liear  Thy  dear  voice  saying, 

*•  Child.  I  have  neeil  of  thee 
To  fill  this  place  of  trust  and  honor, 
To  do  this  work  for  Me." 

12  And  then,  as  fellow-workers  with  the  M.a8ter, 

We  shall  arise  and  go 
Forth  to  the  harvest-fields  of  earth,  it  may  be, 
The  reaper's  joy  to  know. 

13  Or  to  some  perfect,  wondrous  ser^'icc  yonder. 

Within  that  Holy  Place, 
Where,  veilless,  in  it-s  full  tr.insfigurr<l  glory. 
His  servants  sec  His  f.icc. 

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1st  Te.\(JK. 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 

TARRY  WITH  ME,  O  MY  SAVIOUR. 

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luMrilieil  to  the  memben  of  tbe  old  "MANKtKUHOB  CLUB,"  CUuton,  Iowa. 


Mrs.  C.  H.  SCOTT. 


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From  "Royal  Anthem  Book."    Mm  H.  C  Scntt,.by  jwr. 
"About  Iwi-nlvHiin-  Mari.  xince  I  heard  tin-  Kev.  Dr.  Di'.xliT,  of    lid.-^lim,   priMch  a  srrmnn  on  'The  Adaptedness  of  Rulision  to  the 
Wants  of  thi'  .V;;>il.'      I  wriit  home  and  cinbiidicil  the  ihought  in  the  hymn.     I  sent  il  In  Mr.  Ilallnck,  for  'The  .Mes.-engcr.'     lie  returned 
it  a.-!  'not  ndiiptrd  In  l)if  rciulcnt  of  Om-  paper.'     Years  after,  I  sent  it,  without  any  .signature,  to  the  lilllc  .\iidovcr  p.ipcr.'" 

So  writes  the  aulhon-ss,  Mrs,  Cnnilini'  I,   .Smith  ;  (The  wife  of  the  Kev.  Charles  Smith,  pastor  of  the  South  Church,  Andover,  Mass.  ) 
foniierly  Canpliin'  L.  Spriitrne,  of  .Siih'ni,  Mass.  '  ' 

The  hymn  refiTn-il  to  "  Tarry  with  me,'*  is  now  one  of  our  most  justly  celebrated  hymns,  found  in  many  collections,  and  is  beautifully 
uct  to  music  by  Mrs.  Scott. 


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585 


THROES    AND    THROWS. 

1  "  What  are  you  doing,  0  brotlior,  to-(luy  ? 
Tlirowiii;;  your  ballot  so  pre(Mous  away, 
IiiUj  tlu!  iMifiiiy'.s  liaiids  to  play  ?" 
Yes,  I  am  tlirowiiij^  as  tnarlyrs  threw  down 
Life,  for  a  kingiloin  above,  and  a  crown, 
Those  wrong-headed  martyrs  of  Smithficld  town. 
As  the  passenger  list  in  the  Mayflower  threw 
Away  coiintrv.  and  home,  and  iiappiness,  too, 
(A  fortunate  throw  both  for  me  and  for  you.) 
There  was  throwing  away  was  akin  to  mine 
Wlien  the  blue  boys  and  grey  stood  up  in  line, 
And  threw  away  self  for  a  thought  divine, 
To  shudder  and  shiver  in  Arctic  cold. 
Charge  iioine  to  the  ghosts  you  may  there  behold, 

"Ah!  you  threw  away  life  in  those  regions  old!" 
Tell  a  million  farmers,  all  over  the  land. 
Who  are  scattering  seed  with  lil»eral  hand, 

"Ye  are  fools  and  blind,  ()  wasteful  l)and  !  " 
Tell  workers  and  waiters,  the  wide  world  o'er, 
Who  see  the  invisible  evermore. 
Tell  to  them,  as  they  pull  for  the  farther  shore, 

"Ye  are  throwing  away  your  wavering  stroke, — 
Turning  your  backs  on  the  goml  ye  invoke ; 
Forsake  your  frail  bark  for  our  riba  of  oak." 

ANNEX. 

After  martyr-woe  came  the  church's  weal. 
There's  a  shining  wake  at  the  Mayflower's  keel. 
And  freedom  Hashed  from  the  foeman's  steel. 
In  the  Arctic  zone,  life's  jewels  thrown  down, 
Science  proudly  sets  in  her  gleaming  crown. 
When  the  summer  and  autumn  shall  smile  again, 
AVhere  the  sowing  and  throwing  away  have  been 
Shall  be  food  for  the  numberless  children  of  men. 

IVtlK  A.   WILLARO. 

Latrobe,  Pk.    ISM. 
A    PALM    BRANCH. 

1  Glad  chimed  the  Christmas  bells  while  softly  fell  the 

snow, 
Angels  sang  for  joy  in  heaven,  "  Peace  to  all  below, 
Goo«l  will  ft)  nuiri  I  "    while  homes  in  shadow  lay  and 

blight 
Because   of  reeling   steps    that   cime    to   those    who 

watched  l)y  night. 
Sad  hearts   overburdened  with  weary  weight  of  woo. 
Scarce  heeded  those  glad  bells  ten  changeful  years 

ago; 
Then  a  torch  was  lighted  for  tearful  eyes  to  see, 
A  sweet  strain   filled   the  air,  "  liock   of  ages,  cleft 

for  me  ! " 

2  The  echoes  rang  out  clear,  reaching  homes  every- 

where ; 
Bells  that  were  rung  that  night  by  n>pc8  of  faith  and 

prayer  ; 
Joy  to  sad  hearts  they  brought     "  Give  to  the  winds 

thv   fears  \  " 


A  clarion  note  of  hope —  "  God  counts  all  thy  tears," 
This  was  the  song  the\  sang — the  western  crusade  song 
Hundreds    of    voices    caught,    and    still    the    strains 

prolong. 
From  grand  Ohio's  forest  hills,  echoed  in  Iowa — 
From  Maryland  to  Michigan,  from  Maine  to  Florida. 

3  Praise  God  for  Ililisboro",  its  women  brave  and  true. 
For  Frances  Willard,  our  hearts'  queen,  a  Woo<lbridge, 

and  a  Piigh  ; 
A  Buell  with  pure  hand,  our  banner  white  to  wave, 
A  Stevens  full  of  courage,  Maine  to  our  arniy  gave. 
Praise  God  for  our  leaders,  a  brave,  heroic  band. 
Who  bear  the  taunts  of  foes,  for  God  and  native  land. 
Praise  Go<l,  sun-blessed  east,  and  prairies  of  the  west. 
In  all  the  southland  too,  let  llis  dear  name  be  blest! 

4  On  this  Memorial-Day.  let  none  forget  to  bring 

A  sweet  thanksgiving  offering,  while  all  voices  sing 
"  We  will  lift  up  our  heads,"  on  Christ   the   liock,  we 
st^ind. 
Battling  to  overthrow  the  Rum  Power  in  our  land. 
"  Be  not  afraid  I  "  our  Captain  says,  why  need  we  fear? 
He'll  overturn  the  wicked  !     Victory  is  near ! 
Forward  !     Sing  all  along  the  line  again  our  crusade 

songs. 
With  praise  unto  our  God  to  whom  all  praise  belongs ; 

MJU.  OEOR<iIA   Ul'Lllt  M'LKOD. 

BiaUmon,  Dw.  lOl  USX 


GOOD  CHEER  FOR  THE  CHRISTMAS    TIDE. 

1  Has  the  world  grown  old  and  you  do  not  know 
That  the  setting  sun  leaves  its  afterglow. 
And  the  purple  mists  of  yon  cloudland  rise 
To  reflect  the  woods  and  azun*  skies, 

While  the  living  green  of  the  summer  days 
Turns  to  golden  lints  in  the  autumn  haze? 

2  That  the  bells  of  yonth  ring  a  merry  chime 
But  to  echo  on  in  our  manhcxxl's  time, 
And  the  carollings  of  early  morn 

Are  songs  of  thi'  night  by  the  zephyrs  borne, 
While  the  flowing  tiile  of  the  restless  sea 
Ebbs  away  with  a  softer  melody  ? 

3  Do  yon  ever  tire  in  your  work  of  love  ? 

Ah  !   the  cross  is  here,  but  the  crown's  above. 
In  each  wand'ring  soul  is  a  hidden  germ 
That  will  flower  if  Us  iM'auty  you  discern. 
Then  dissolve  the  niist.s  of  this  world  of  tears 
With  the  smiles  of  ho|>e  in  the  emlless  years. 

4  I/Ot  each  heart  atlnne<]  to  a  minor  strain 
Breiuhe  the  joyous  notes  of  a  glad  refrain. 
Sin"!  a  song  of  cheer  that  will  echo  on 

Till  it  dii's  away  near  thr-  gnat  while  throne. 
Thus  you  tint  your  lives,  as  the  setting  sun, 
With  an  afterglow  of  a  work  w«ll  done. 

UMMim  cAmrmwu.  sMtra     un 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


DAVID    HOLLOWAY. 

1  At  iiu>k  of   C'liristm;is   tvcniiijj,    before   the   lamps 

were  l)riglit, 
The  chihlrfii  crept    beside   iiie,   in    the   Iiearth-fire's 
ruddy  h;;lit. 
Tired  of  dolls  sind  liorses,  of  pieture-books  and  play, 
To  hear  the  story  over  of  David  Ilolloway. 

2  One  rainy,  gray  December,  the  floods  came  leaping 

free 
Out  of  the  stony  mountains  and  woods  of  Tennessee, 
Leaving  a  wasted  valley  beiiind  them  in  their  track, 
Swellinj,'  the  creek  Sweet  Water  to  a  torrent  wild 

and  black. 
8  Like  a  chari'injr  host,  the  waters  beat  on  the  bridjre 

amain, 
Till  the  heavy  timbers  parted  with  many  a  creak  and 

strain, 
And  there,  where  flying  rail-cars  went  smooth  and 

safe  before, 
Was  but  a  yawning  chasm,  and  the  rapids'   hungry 

roar. 

4  From  far  and  near  there  gathered  a  band  of  work- 

men strong, — 
With  ringing  axe  and  hammer  they  wrought   the 

whole  day  long, — 
Of  rough  trvinks  of  the  forest,  they  built  the  bridge 

again. 
And  heard,  from  far,  at  nightfall,  the  rumbling  of 

the  train. 

5  Soon,  like  a  flaring  comet  with  single  eye  of  flame. 
And  trail  of  glowing  cinders,   the  panting  engine 

came. 
With  hand  upon  the  throttle,  cried  David  Holloway : 
"  Ho  I   men,  liave  any  tested  this  bridge  ye  built  to- 
day :' " 

6  And  when  he  heard  their  answer,  he  shouted  loud 

once  more, 

"  Unloose  the  engine's  couplings  and  I  will  go  be- 
fore ! 

Better  some  unknown  weakness  my  single  life  should 
cost. 

Than  risk  a  Inmdred  others  before  the  bridge  is 
crossed  !  " 

7  He  touched  the  valve,  and  slowly  the  great  wheels, 

gleaming,  turned. 
Athwart  the  looming  timbers   the  lurid  head-light 

burned. 
And  every  heart  beat  softly,  and  still   was  every 

tongue, 
While,  o'er  the  middle  current,  unwavering  he  hung. 

8  One  moment  more,  and  safety  the  faithful  deed  had 

crowne<I, 
WluM,  sudflcnly,  a  trembling  that  seemed  to  seize 

tlic  ground — 
A  crash  that  froze  with  horror  the  listeners'  blood 

to  hear. 
And  the  black  ruin  swallowed  engine  and  engineer! 


9  So,  in  the  night  and  darkness,  died  David  Holloway, 
The  one  to  save  the  many,  as  on  that  sadder  day, 
AN'luMi  the  dear  Christ  taught  the  ages  from  Calvary's 

lonely  cross. 
The  blessedness  of  sacrifice,  and  the  gain  that  come 

by  loss  ! 

10  And  so,  I  told  the  children,  he  keepeth  Christmas 

best 

Whose  patient  hand  is  lifted  to  make  another  blest ; 

And  he  who  at  his  duty  stands  loyal,  brave  and  true. 

Finds  every  day  a  holy  day  and  all  the  long  year  new ! 

MAKV  A.   P.  8TAKSBGBT.     1881. 

A    CHRISTMAS   SONG. 

1  Hang  up  the  vine  and  the  holly. 

Sign  the  cross  over  the  door. 
That  joy  coming  in  with  the  Christmas 
May  go  from  the  place  nevermore. 

2  Gather  love-gifts  for  the  children; 

Guard  well  the  mystical  way 
That  the  Christ-child  comes  at  the  mid-hour 
To  bless  with  bright  favors  the  day. 

3  Bring  in  good  cheer  and  be  merry, 

Be  glad  and  carol  sweet  song  ; 
The  star  of  a  Bethlehem  desert 

Looked  down  on  a  Christ-happy  throng. 

4  Go  ye  in  hovel  and  highway. 

Guests  to  bring  in  to  the  feast ; 
Angels  shall  unawares  greet  ye 

In  those  the  world  counteth  as  least. 

5  Sound  the  sweet  Christ-loving  anthem  ! 

Echoes  will  bear  it  on  high, 
To  the  angels  made  joyous  forever 
By  Christmas  of  love  in  the  sky. 

6  Bow  down  and  worship  the  Spirit 

Of  the  feast,  the  invisible  King. 
Lo !    He  Cometh  in  scarlet  and  purple, 
To  gather  a  world's  offering. 

MARIE    LE   BA.BCN.     1884. 

THE   OLD   AND   THE    NEW. 

1  Let  the  New  Year  bring  what  it  willf  O  friend. 

Nothing  have  we  to  fear. 
The  past  it  was  good ; — let  the  good  past  lend 

The  future  its  glow  and  cheer. 
Aye,  good,  though  its  darkling  clouds  dropped  rain, 

And  its  care  seemed  never  to  cease  ; 
After  the  gloom  there  was  light,  and  the  paiu 

Was  only  the  road  to  peace. 

2  There  is  nothing  to  fear  in  the  coming  year. 

Though  the  smile  be  faint  on  its  face, 
Bett^'r  than  Iioj)e  is  a  faith  that  will  grope 

In  the  dark  for  the  hidden  grace  ; 
Better  than  joy  is  the  brave  employ 

Of  th('  days  in  the  Master's  field. 
But  the  harvest  still  is  the  work  of   His  will  ; — 

To  make  it  thrive  or  yield, 


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S  Is  not  thine  or  mine,  but  the  task  divine 

Of  One  who  has  waited  hxij;, 
In  sorrow  and  travail  of  soul,  lo  see 

His  world  redfcined  from  wron<;. 
And  the  truth  is  this,  that  the  work  is  His, 

And  nolliiiii;  have  we  to  say  ; — 
lie  carries  tlie  care  for  the  whole  lony  year, 

We  for  each  little  day. 
4  As  hour  by  hour  roveiils  His  power, 

Unfolds  His  wondrous  will. 
His  cross  we  hear.  His  work  we  share. 

Or  wait  resiijni-d  and  still. 
Patient  to  suift^r  or  brave  to  do, 

What  can  we  have  to  fear  ? 
Old  years  are  His,  and  His  the  new — 

Ho  cuu  make  it  a  glad  New  Year. 

MAKY   L.   UH'KINHnN.     1881 
"  Amciicui  BctormuT." 

CHRISTMAS. 


1  Sweet  bells  are  rinf^injj  far  and  near, 

The  holly  gleams  upon  the  wall ; 
The  merry  Christmas  time  is  here, 
And  j;ladncss  rei<;;ns  in  hut  and  hall. 

2  It  is  the  time  of  all  the  year 

To  meet  in  kindness  and  irood  will, 
To  brush  away  the  sellish  tear. 
To  see  the  good,  forget  the  ill. 

3  To  seek  the  poor,  the  sick,  the  old, 

To  carry  sunshine  to  their  homes, — 
Homes,  ah  !  so  comfortless  and  cold. 

Where  "  Merry  Christmas  "  rarely  cornea. 

4  To  put  the  old  year's  sorrows  by. 

To  let  our  sail  complainings  cease  : 
To  greet  each  other  lovingly. 

With  words  of  gentleness  and  peace. 

5  Anil  let  the  old  year,  as  he  goes, 

Take  with  him  all  that  we  may  rue, 
While  with  our  higher  aims  and  hopes 
We  wait  to  welcome  in  the  new  ! 

LrLC  W.   iUTCBILL. 

A    PRAYER    FOR    CHRISTMAS    EVE. 

1  ()  I^ionl,  there  sit  apart  in  lonely  places, 

On  this,  the  gladdest  night  of  all  the  year, 
Some  stricken  ones  with  sad  and  weary  faces. 

To  whom  the  thought  of  Christmas  brings  no  cheer. 
Kor  these,  O  Father,  our  |M>ti(ion  hear. 
And  send  the  pitying  Christ-child  very  ne.ir. 

2  Lord,  there  bo  toiling  ones,  on  whom  life's  bunlen 

Presses  so  ceasele-islv,  thcv  have  no  time 
To  snatch  for  a  brief  hour  rt'st's  birssrd  guerdon 
Or  swell  by  one  faint  note  our  Christmas  chime. 
For  theie,  O  Fatlier.  onr  petition  hear  ; 
Send  thou  the  lowly  Chri-t-<liild  viry  near. 


3  And  there  be  tempt4.>d  souls  this  night,  still  waging 

Such  desperate  warfare  with  all  i-vil  |H>werh  ; 
Anthems  of  peace,  while  the  dread  strife  is  raging, 
Sound  but  as  mixkery  througii  tlnir  midnight  houra. 
For  these,  O  Father,  our  jtelition  hear. 
And  send  the  tempted,  sinless  Christ<-bild  near. 

4  O  Lord,  some  sit  by  lonely  hearthstones,  sobbing, 

Who  feel  this  night  all  earthly  love  denied  ; 
Who  hear  but  dirges  in  the  loud  ImM's  thri>l)bing. 
For  loved  Dins  lost,  who  blessed  last  Christmas-tide. 
For  these,  O  Father,  our  iKtition  hear. 
And  send  the  loving  Christ-child  very  near. 

5  For  those  who,  from  disease  of  Iwdy,  languish. 

For  those  who  weep  for  children  gone  astrav. 
For  those  whose  sore  hearts  hide  in  secret  anguish 
Some  grief  which  shrinks  from  the  clear   light  of 
day  ; 
For  all  who  suffer,  our  petition  hear, 
And  send  Thou  Christ,  tlie  Comforter,  most  near. 

KLLA   DCCCOEB  OITTIiiaa. 
Oolorxlo  Spring!,  CoL    U81 


THE    UNCHAINED    MONSTER. 

1  An  unchained  monster  roams  to-night 

Through  streets  of  city  and  town, 
And  few  are  the  hands  and  few  are  the  hearU 

That  are  lifteil  to  crush  him  down. 
Hi^  outer  robe  is  strangely  fair; 

And  his  smile  is  strangely  bright; 
But  bl.icker  his  hand  and  blacker  his  heart 

Than  ever  was  earthly  nighL 

2  He  clasps  the  hand  of  innocent  youth 

While  he  wears  his  sweetest  smile. 
And  that  hand  grows  dark  and  darker  with  crime, 

.\nd  cich  thought  is  mixed  with  guile. 
O'er  man,  in  the  pride  of  m.anhood's  years, 

He  is  throwing  his  awful  spell. 
He  is  leading  him  down,  forever  down 

Where  the  feet  take  hold  on  hell. 

3  The  trembling  steps  of  palsie<l  age 

Are  following  at  his  call  ; 
He  enters  unitidden  the  lonely  cot 

And  the  high  palatial  hall. 
And  troman!     Oh  I   softly  speak  that  name. 

Ye  mothers  and  sisters  and  wives. 
And  weep  and  pray  for  the  fallen  ones. 

For  the  darkened  homes  and  lives. 

4  Oh  !  list  to  the  bitter  wail  of  woe 

That  couK-s  from  hovel  and  hall. 
Where  the  iiiicliaiiied  monster's  hand  has  been 

.\nd  rluinii'd  tlnir  In-st.  their  nil. 
Then  rise  in  lln'  might  that  <Jod  ha'«  given. 

And  strike  thai  monster  low. 
There  is  love  to  man  and  glory  to  God 

In  every  conijueriug  blow. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 
THE  RUIN  RUM  HATH  WROUGHT. 


5  Oh !  rise,  as  you  prize  your  happy  homes, 

Nor  wi-ary  in  the  strife 
Till  tiio  lowest  one  in  the  monster's  thrall 

Is  raisi<l  to  a  liiiflier  life. 
Arise,  for  the  battle  is  tiie  Lord's, 

He  is  calling  for  you  to  come 
And  fight  till  lowly  lies  the  form 

Of  this  UDchuiued  monster,  Rum. 


KATIK  OUNN. 

Sed  Oak,  Iowa.    1879. 


ONE    MORE. 

"  3fine,  these  sweet,  fresh  pinks  and  geranium  leaves  ? 

Oh  !  at  home,  when  tlie  mossy,  wooden  eaves 

Were  dripping  and  gurgling  with  clear  May  rain, 

And  I  waij  a  girl  —  ah,  me  I   what  a  pain 

Shoots  through  my  heart  like  a  knife  at  the  thought — 

I  used  to  smell  sweet  geraniums  and  pinks. 

As  they  sifted  their  breath  through  broken  links 

Of  rain.     O  pure,  lost  days,  your  rosy  flame 

Shines  out  from  the  past  on  my  woe  and  sliame. 

And  lights  up  the  ruin  the  years  have  wrought. 

To  me,  it  seems  that  was  ages  ago, 

So  long  that  a  life  once  as  pure  as  snow, 

Has  had  time  to  be  dyed  in  the  darkest  sin. 

Let  me  think — how  did  it  all  first  begin  ? 

Oh  I  yes,  I  remember.     The  winter  was  cold. 

And  tlie  w  alk  from  home  to  the  school-house  was  long ; 

And  father  said  it  would  make  me  more  strong. 

And  brace  me  up  for  tl)e  last  trying  year 

Of  study  at  school,  if  I  drank  good  beer. 

And  so,  never  dreaming  the  viper's  fold 

Could  come  from  the  cup  he  placed  to  my  lips, 

From  th(!  hand  that  I  loved  to  its  finger  tips, 

I  drank  for  the  health  of  boiiy  and  brain. 

(iod  1   would  I  had  died  ere  its  first  dark  stain 

Sullied  my  soul,  and  prepared  tiie  black  way 

For  my  girlish  feet  on  the  downward  road. 

Ah.  ine  !   how  quickly  the  hard,  heavy  load 

Of  the  drunkard's  chain  held  me  tight  and  fast. 

^lotlier — dear  mother — discovered  at  last 

The  danger  threat'ning,  and  vain  did  she  pray 

Her  one  precious  daughter,  her  one  dear  girl, 

Miiiiit  be  snatched  from  the  maddening,  blinding  whirl, 

Ami  restored  to  goodness,  j)urity,  heaven  ! 

Alas  I   the  subtle  and  pois'nous  leaven 

Had  sjiread  o'er  and  tainted  body  and  soul. 

(Jood  friends,  let  me  quickly  pass  over  the  years 

Of  sulT'ring  that  followed  my  poor  motlier's  tears; 

Her  head  bowed  with  shame,  her  dear  hair  grown  gray, 

A'^  I  sank  lower  and  lower  each  day, 

I'ill  a|)pctite  grew  beyond  my  control. 

Filled  with  bitter  remorse,  my  father  died. 

And  I.  who  had  once  been  th«^  pet  and  pride 

Of  that  sweet  country  lioine.  in  anguish  fled 

Away  from  siirht  of  the  living  or  dead. 

O  Go<l !   how  I've  suffered,  may  i/ou  never  know. 


I  've  hidden  away  from  those  I  loved  best ; 

My  heart  ever  filled  witii  a  wild  unrest 

With  this  cursed  thirst  that  is  worse  than  hell, 

Driving  me  on  to  deeds  that  I  dare  not  tell — 

Yet  once  I  was  spotless  and  pure  as  snow. 

1  have  gone  without  shelter,  have  begged  for  bread, 

Have  walked  the  hard  streets  till  my  sore  feet  bled, 

Searching  for  something  to  drown  the  sharp  pain, 

The  mem'ry  of  days  that  can  ne'er  come  again  ; 

Longing  and  praying  for  peace,  love  and  rest, 

Though  it  be  in  death  on  my  mother's  breast." 

She  paused,  and  the  good  women  gathered  there, 

'Round  the  hospital  bed,  that  sweet,  glad  day, 

With  their  tear-W(!t  faces,  could  only  pray 

That  that  peace  which  we  cannot  understand. 

Might  guide  her  poor  .soul  to  the  "  better  laud." 

Then  softly  and  low  on  the  cool  spring  air. 

From  the  lips  growing  stiff,  came  the  simple  prayer: 

"  Dear  Lord,  I  shall  lay  me  down  now  to  sleep, 

I  pray  Thee  forever  my  soul  to  keep. 

Good  night,  dear  mamma, — the  whij>poor-will 

In  the  orchard  is  singing "  the  lips  were  still. 

And  one  more  victim  to  "  strength'ning  "  beer 
W^as  added  to  thousands  who  go  each  year. 
But  those  women  adorned  with  their  ribbons  white, 
Went  out  with  their  sad  hearts,  stronger  to  fight 
For  the  sons  and  daughters  on  every  land — 
For  God  and  their  homes  and  their  native  land. 

LAUKA  J.  RnTENUOlSE.     1881. 

DO   SOMETHING. 

1  Wliite  was  her  hair  with  the  snow  of  years. 

Bent  and  so  toil-worn  her  rugged  frame. 
Furrowed  her  cheek  with  bitterest  tears. 

Crushed  her  poor  heart  with  its  grief  and  shame. 
One  of  her  boys,  aye,  her  eldest  born. 

So  full  of  promise,  his  childhood  pure, 
Now  a  mark  for  the  finger  of  scorn  ; 

Sorrow  like  this  is  hard  to  endure. 

2  Tried  for  murder  I     Condemned  to  die  ! 

His  niotlior  went  sadly  to  and  fro. 
Bearing  j>etitions  to  places  high. 

Praved  men  in  power  to  let  him  go. 
"  Let  iiim  go  free,  'tis  Rum  you  must  bind. 

My  boy  was  mad,  if  he  struck  that  blow, 
My  Willie  was  always  good  and  kind. 

Until  he  took  to  the  drink,  you  know  ! " 

3  They  pitied  her,  too,  those  men  in  power, 

So  sad  was  the  mourning  mother's  wail ; 
God  hclj)  women  with  sorrow's  dower. 

For  little  man's  pity  can  avail. 
AVith  promises  kind  they  thought  to  stay 

The  plaintive  cry — "Oh  !  do  soincthing,  do  !  " 
She  haunted  their  steps  day  after  day. 

Pleading,  "  Save  Willie,  God  will  save  you  I  " 


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4  IIo  leaned  bis  head  on  her  faithful  breast. 

As  he  liail  iloiii-  in  iiis  cliildhocMl  years, 
It  scenu-d  likr  tlif  uld-tinie  peace  and  rest, 

When  slif  sODtlied  liis  >;rief  and  calmed  his  fears. 
"(Jo  to  tile  judge  at  the  break  of  day, 

Try,  inotiur,  to  see  the  good  (^ueen  too, 
Beg  them  to  pardon  me,  beg  and  pray. 

Save  me  somehow,  Oh  I  for  Uod's  sake,  do !  " 
•  «*••• 

5  Long,  long  in  his  grave  her  boy  had  lain, 

lint  in  weary  rounds  the  days  she  jMist^ 
Bearing  a  scroll,  street  after  street, 

In  sun  and  storm,  she  wandered  through. 
Pleading  with  tliose  she  chanced  to  meet — 

"  Dou't  promise,  only  do  somethiiuj,  do  !  " 


MKH.   <>r.liK<.IA    III'UE  M  LBOD. 


In  "EpUcopal  MeUuxUft," 

THE    MARCH    OF   THE    SIXTY  THOUSAND. 

1  Not  with  a  firm  and  measured  step 

Moves  on  the  mighty  host. 
No  well-trained  soliliers  in  tiie  ranks 

Does  their  grim  leader  bojist ; 
Oh  !   no  ;  they've  drained  the  (>oison  cup, 

And  in  its  depths  have  found 
The  adder'.->  bite,  tlie  serpent's  sting, 

That  gave  the  deailly  wound 

2  Lured  by  the  tempting  cup  they  drauk, 

To  "  seek  it  yet  again  ;  " 
Quick  to  its  work  the  poison  sped, 

And  ran  through  every  vein. 
It  cpiencheil  affection's  tender  flamo 

Kor  those  once  loved  so  well. 
And  kindkMl  in  the  heart  instead 

The  very  fires  of  hell  ; 

3  Hurled  reason  from  her  royal  throne, 

God's  glorious  image  marred  ; 
Behold  the  wreck,  no  more  a  man, 

Bleeding  and  torn  and  scarred. 
Behold  the  soul  !     Oh  !  dreadful  fate  I 

Well  may  the  angels  stand 
Weeping  at  such  a  sight  as  this 

In  our  l>eloved  land. 

4  A  vamiuished  army,  on  they  move, 

With  reeling  steps  and  slow  ; 
Stumbling  into  their  yawning  graves 

They  fall,  to  rot  IkIow. 
O  (iimI  I   that  such  a  thing  should  be. 

And  to  our  doors  Ik-  brought, 
Antl  we  look  calmly  on,  and  see 

The  work  the  fiend  has  wrought. 

5  And  we  look  calmly  on  and  he.ir, 

Throughout  our  stricken  laud, 
The  wail  of  I^chels  comfortless, 

A  sad,  heart-broken  band. 
"  Why  stand  ye  idle  all  the  day  ?  " 

The  call  rings  loud  and  cle.ar ; 
"Thy  brother's  bloo<l  cries  from  the  ground. 

Thou  soon,  alas  !  shalt  hear. 


Rouse,  brother,  sister,  to  the  work ! 

Spring  (piickly  to  your  |)08t ! 
And  hand  to  hand  the  conllicl  wage 

Agaiuht  the  fiendish  host; 
Grim  alcohol  has  long  arrayed 

Against  the  souls  of  men, 
And  in  the  strength  of  Go«l,  our  trust, 

We  shall  not  tight  iu  vain. 

BLizAarru  t.  ulilkim,  Uli 


ARE   THE    BOYS   SAFE   TO-NIGHT. 

1  The  storm-king's  abroad,  the  wind  is  keen, 

The  hail  falls  thick  and  fast  : 
Are  the  boys  for  whom  we  brighten  home, 

Out  in  tlie  wintry  bhist? 
Oh  !   if  this  were  all,  we  should  not  grieve, 

That  they  are  out  of  sight ; 
The  Hum-King  gathers  his  victims  now,— 

Are  the  boys  safe  to-night  f 

2  In  palace  homes  do  our  nders  dwell  ; 

Whose  money  keeps  them  there  ? 
The  drunkard's  chililren  on  straw  may  lie. 

Or  j)erish  imvwhere. 
Tlie  downward  way  that  the  boys  arc  on, 

Leads  to  ruin  anil  blight. 
Shall  we  sit  idly  and  fold  our  hands  ? 

Are  the  boys  safe  to-night  ? 

8  The  mothers'  tears,  oidy  mothers'  prayers. 
Between  tlirir  souls  and  death. 
Eight  minutis  knell,  if  the  bdl  should  toll, 

Like  sad  and  sobbing  breath. 
Would  tell  of  a  blighte<l  life  gone  out, 

A  soul  shut  from  the  light. 
O  God  !  Thy  people  rouse  to  work 
And  save  the  boys  to-night  I 

MBa.  oBOKoiA  nrLait  M*Laoo. 
B^Umora.  Feb.  UM, 


FIRST   AND    LAST. 

I.F.AVINfi    HOME. 

1  Come  and  walk  with  mc,  Mary,  before  the  sun  lias 

set, 
Tho*  to-morrow  is  my  wedding  day,  we  are  not  parted 

yet, 
I  want  to  walk  thro'  all  the  paths  I  may    not    tread 

again, 
And  the  joy  that  thrills  within  my  heart  is  strangely 

blent  with  pain. 

2  Let  us  go  thro*  the  orchard  into  the  woods  In-yond, 
Where  we  found   tlie   patch  of  wintergrecns  cioao 

to  the  little  pond 
Whereon  the  shining  surface,  the  wat»'r-lilies  bloom. 
Making  the  faint  air  tremble  with  Uieir  subtle,  tweet 

p«*rfume. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


3  Ilcrc  they  arc,  their  pure  white  petals  and  golden 

lu'iirts  :ij;lo\v 
With  strange,  wild,  spicy  sweetness  ;  1  have  always 

loved  tiiL'iii  so. 
We  must  p:irt,  O  lovely  flowers,  I  must  leave  you, 

but  I  ijo 
To  mei:l  a  happier  future  than  your  pulseless  hearts 

call  know. 

4  Here  is  the  old  oak  tree,  where  oft  we  sat  beneath 

tlie  shade. 
And  here's  the  little  brook  where  we  happy  children 

played. 
Do  you  remember,  Mary,  how  wet  we  got,  the  day 
We  tried  to  wash  our  two  pet  lambs  ?  and  then  they 

ran  away. 

5  We  can't  be  always  children,  and  life  is  not  all  sport. 
Here  we  are,  grown-up  women,  and  yet  the  time 

seems  short. 
We  have  loved  each  other,  Mary,  thro*  all  the  happy 

years. 
But  to-morrow  is  my  wedding  daj',  and  your  cheek 

is  stained  with  tears. 

6  My  heart  is  full  and  tender  as  I  think  of  all  Heave, 
But  my  future  shines  so  fair  before  me  that  I  cannot 

grieve. 
I  have  no  tears  to  shed,  Mary,  tho'  it  is  sad  to  part, 
My  happiness  is  safe  with  him,  who  shrines  me  in 

his  heart. 

RETURNING  HOMB. 

1  Let  us  walk  slower,  Mary,  let  me  lean  upon  your 

arm, 
It  seems  so  good  to  be  at  home  and  see  the  dear  old 

farm. 
I  remember  when  we  walked  here  last,  before  I  went 

away, 
You  were  so  kind  to  bring  me  home,  Mary,  so  kind 

to  let  me  stay. 

2  Since  I  left  you,  Mary,  a  young  and  happy  wife, 
I've  drank  the  dregs  of  sorrow,  till  I  wearied  of  my 

life. 
I  could  bear  the  sting  of  poverty,  and  sickness  and 

disgrace. 
But  my  poor  heart  broke  with  longing  to  look  upon 

your  face. 

3  At  first  my  life  was  lighted  by  my  husband's  love 

alone. 
Like  a  |)leasant  path  before  me,  the  sunny  future 

shone. 
And  ere  I  wakened  from  my  dream  to  find  my  life 

less  sweet. 
The  sacred  mother-love  crept  in  and  made  my  joy 

comjilete. 

4  I  trembled  lest  mv  happiness  might  be  too  great  to 

last. 
And  M  hi'ii  my  sweet  child  moaned  and  died,  my  bit- 
ter tears  fell  fast. 


But  I  lived  to  be  the  saddest  thing  that  creeps  along 

tliro'  life 
Shivering  with  shame  and  terror,  a  brutal  drunkard's 

wife. 

5  Hush  !  do  not  curse  him,  Mary,  my  poor  heart  loves 

him  still, 

Tho'  he  drove  me  out  into  the  storm  when  I  was 
weak  and  ill. 

'T  was  the  drink  that  turned  him  demon.  I  have 
heard  liiin  weep  and  moan 

When  the  cruel  frenzy  left  him,  and  he  thought  him- 
self alone. 

6  And  if  you  see  him,  Mary,  if  he  comes  when  I  am 

dead. 

Tell  him  I  loved  and  prayed  for  him,  the  last  words 
that  I  said. 

Tell  him  my  heart  was  homesick  for  my  little  child 
in  heaven. 

And  if  he  shuns  the  cursed  cup  he  yet  may  be  for- 
given. 

7  I  am  very  tired,  Mary,  and  your  cheek  is  stained 

with  tears. 
We  must  part,  but  I  am  happier  than  I  have  been 

for  years. 
Wlio  knows  but  God  may  save  him  yet,  and  lead 

him  to  that  rest 
Where  I  shall  spring  to  meet  him  with  my  baby  on 

my  breast. 

SSIXK  M.   HASOK. 


THREE   STEPS   OF    INTEMPERANCE. 
(Descriptive. ) 

Taken  from  a  true  incident  related  by  John  B. 
Gough  in  one  of  his  lectures,  which  commences 
describing  the  youth  in  the  dangerous  act  of  taking 
the  first  glass.  His  hand  trembles,  his  cheek  is 
suffused  with  a  crimson  blush,  and  he  turns  slyly 
away,  as  if  dreading  to  meet  the  gaze  of  those 
around  him. 

The  first  step  taken,  he  becomes  more  bold,  and 
less  susceptible  of  feeling  and  the  voice  of  con- 
science ;  and,  becoming  e.xcited  by  the  maddening 
effects  of  the  fatal  bowl,  he  drinks  deeper  and 
deeper,  until  he  becomes  lost  to  every  influence  of 
good,  and  entirely  given  up  to  the  will  of  the 
tempter. 

llis  poor  broken-hearted  wife  falls  a  victim  to 
his  cruelty  and  neglect,  and  is  laid  on  her  couch, 
dressed  for  the  tomb.  In  the  midst  of  this  melan- 
choly scene,  the  inebriate  stalks  in.  His  friends, 
with  the  hope  of  reform,  lead  him  to  the  chamber 
of  death,  and  leave  him  alone  by  the  cold  form  of 
his  once  happy  and  lovely  wife.  lie  stands  with- 
out a  si^h  :  that  wliieh  "hiteth  like  a  serpent  and 
stingeth  like  an  adder  "  has  sealed  the  very  foun- 
tains of  grief  in  his  soul — he  has  no  tears  to  shed. 


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For  a  momont  he  Bcems  rivotcil  to  tho  S|>ot. 
Thon,  witli  tli<!  fury  of  a  <It'iiion,  lie  rustics  for- 
ward, autl  with  cruel  hlovvs  seeks  to  take  vengeance 
on  the  colli  and  lifeless  form  hefore  him.  His 
friends,  hearing  what  was  being  done,  hastened  to 
th(!  spot,  to  remove  liini  by  force. 

This  is  a  true  picture  of  thousands,  who,  in  a  sim- 
ilar manner,  have  fallen  victims  to  the  foul  Des- 
troyer, who  tempted  them  to  ijike  theKiusr  glass. 

1  Why  am  I  here  ?     I  woultl  't  were  past ; 

I  never  tasted  wine  before  ; 
One  glass,  my  Jirst,  shall  be  my  last ; 

'Tis  wrong,  'tis  wrong,  I'll  drink  no  more! 
lie  drank,  he  blushed,  a  thrill  of  shame 

Came  o'er  him  when  the  deed  was  done  ; 
Poor  youth,  his  conscience  warned  in  vain, 

The  work  of  ruin  had  begun. 

2  Less  timid  now,  with  bolder  look 

He  saw  the  wine-cup  sjnirkle  higli  ; 
Now  deeper  <lrank,  nor  Itlushed   to  brook 

The  pitying  glance  of  friendship's  eye. 
lie  mingled  with  a  reckless  throng; 

lie  tarried  at  the  midnight  game  ; 
The  cruc^I  jest  and  meaning  song 

He  heard  without  one  thought  of  shame. 

3  And  where  was  she,  that  fair  young  bride, 

Who  lived  and  smiled  f(jr  him  alone  ; 
His  idol  once,  his  joy  and  pride — 

Was  there  no  music  in  her  tone  ? 
The  bird  forsaken  pines  away, 

A  flower  unloved  will  cease  to  bloom  ; 
' T  was  thus  she  drooped  from  day  to  day. 

And  soon  they  dressed  her  for  the  toml). 

4  He  came,  they  drew  aside  the  pall 

From  that  cold  face,  so  still  and  white  ; 
They  thought  aHliction  might  recall 

The  erring  wanderer  to  the  right. 
No  sigh  he  breathed,  no  tear  he  shed, 

His  bloodshot  eyes  with  fiendish  glare 
A  m(»ment  rested  on  the  dead, 

Then,  like  a  tigi-r  from  his  lair, 

5  Rushed  forward  with  a  dreadful  shriek  : 

His  vengeance  in  Iier  lifeless  clay 
With  cruel  blows  he  sought  to  seek. 

Till  forced  by  stronger  hands  away  I 
Tims  had  intemperance  crushed  at  last. 

And  buried  in  the  fatal  Im)w1, 
The  dearest  intMuories  of  the  i)ast. 

The  noblest  feelings  of  the  soul. 

6  Let  not  this  solemn  warning  p.ass 

Unheeiled  from  tlu'  listening  ear  ; 
Dash  from  your  lips  the  tempting  glass, 

Aiitl  turn  away  with  drear!  and  fear. 
There  is  a  voice  that  speaks  within. 

That  points  you  tipward  to  the  skies  ; 
That  bids  you  leave  the  path  of  sin. 

And  tly  the  death  that  never  dies. 

FAXSV  CROBBT,    IStl 

Prom  "Singing  Pilgrim,"  by  per   rhilip  PliiIli|M. 


CHARGE    OF   THE    RUM    BRIGADE. 

A    I'AICOIiV. 

1  All  in  league,  all  in  league, 
All  in  league,  onward  ! 

All  in  th.:  Valley  of   Heath 
Walked  the  Six  Hundre<l. 
"  Forward  the  Kiim  Brigade  ! 
Cheers  for  the  Whisky  raid  !  " 
Into  th«!  Valley  of   Heath 
Walked  the  Six  IIundre<L 

2  "Forward  the  Rum  Urigade  !  " 
Were  all  their  friends  dismayed? 
Yes,  and  the  sohliers  knew 
Each  one  had  blunden-d. 
Theirs  not  to  make  reply. 
Theirs  not  to  reason  why, 
Tlieirs  but  to  drink  and  ilie ; 
Into  the  \  alley  of    Death 
Walked  the  Six  Hundre<l. 

3  Drunkards  to  the  right  of  them, 
Drunkai'<is  to  the  left  of  them, 
Drunkards  in  fnint  of  them. 
One  million  numbered. 

Oaths  fell  like  shot  and  shell, 
lium  di<I  its  work  so  wull ; 
Into  the  jaws  of  death. 
Into  the  mouth  of  hell 
Walked  the  Six  Hundred. 

4  Garments  torn,  cuplxiards  bare, 
Chihlren  with  naught  to  wear, 
SIeei)iiig  in  gutters  there 
Fathers  are  lying,  while 

All  the  world  wonderecL 
I'lunged  into  want  and  woe, 
Onward  they  madly  go, 
Weeping  in  anguish 
Wives  sit,  for  well  they  know, 
Shaltercfl  anil  siindere«l. 
None  will  come  bark  who  go 
Of  the  Six  Hun<lre<L 

f)  Curse*  to  right  of  them, 
Curses  to  left  of  them, 
Cursefl  b«;hin<i  tht-m 
Volleye<l  luid  thundered. 
Storme<l  at  by  tliow^  who  sell. 
They  wlio  hiul  paid  so  well. 
Well  had  b<;ea  plun<lere«I. 
Clenched  teeth  and  livid  brow, 
D<lirium  tremens  now. 
Thus  young  and  old  men  fell 
Into  the  jaws  of  death. 
Into  the  mouth  of  hell, 
Not  one  was  left  of  tliem, 
I/cft  of  Six  Hundre«l. 


yji 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


AikI  cl.ispiMl  her  in  a  mad  embrace — 

(Jnat  (JodI    I  shiver  now. 
A  jjoidcn  daj^ger,  with  juwclied  hilt, 

Slie  wore  upon  lier  breast. 
In  tiiat  iieree,  passioned  chisp  of  mine 

Into  licr  bosom  it  pressed. 
She  shuddered,  moaned,  and  all  was  o'er — 

My  life,  my  love,  was  dead. 

***** 
When  I  awoke,  grim  prison  walls 
AVere  closed  above  my  head. 

Hut  not  for  long,  for  madness  came, 
And  through  the  prison  guards 
They  bore  me  to  asylum  halls. 

For  years  I  walked  those  wards ; 
Tiiey  say  that  Reason  once  again 

Sits  right  upon  her  throne  ; 
But  wretched  Misery's  by  her  side, 

And  I  am  all  alone. 
My  mother  slet^ps  beneath  the  earth, 

Struck  down  with  bitter  woe  ; 
My  love  is  sleeping  by  her  side, 

And  now  I  too  shall  go. 
A  gleam  of  silver,  then  a  flash, 

A  cry  of  anguished  pain, 
And  Herman  Ia^c  lay  still  and  pale — 

Would  never  move  again. 

MRS.   H.  V.   BOYCE. 
lu  tbe  -Bugle  Call." 


THE   BISHOP'S   EPITAPH. 

("  After  seven  miles  ridiug,  passing  through  a  wood  heretofore  sacred 
to  Juuo,  we  came  to  Monte  Fiascone,  the  head  uf  the  Falisci,  a  faiium.s 
people  in  old  time,  heretofore  Faleruum,  as  renowned  for  its  excellent 
wine  as  naw  for  the  story  of  the  Dutch  bishop  who  lies  buried  in  Faviauo's 
church,  with  this  cpitath  : 

"  Propter  Est,  est,'  dominus  mens  mortuus  est." 
Because  having  ordered  his  servant  to  ride  on  before,  enquire  where  the 
best  wine  w,is,  and  there  write  'F.st,'  the  man  found  some  so  good  that  be 
wrote  "Est,  est."  and  the  bishop,  drinking  too  much,  died,"— "Evblyk'B 
DiARV,"p.  85^.J 

He  was  a  bishop,  and  he  loved  good  wine; 

In  fact,  without  it  he  could  scarcely  dine. 

Imperial,  Rhenish,  Rurgundy,  or  Tent, 

Chian  or  Lesbian,  its  own  virtue  lent ; 

Whether  pure  honey,  or  the  spiced  perfume 

Of  myrrh  and  cassia  in  the  must  found  room, 

Score-year  old  wine,  or  sweet  juice  newly  pressed, 

The  bishop  souglit  alone  the  very  best. 

Of  worthy  deeds  by  this  good  bishop  wrought 

(And  that  his  life  with  many  such  was  fraught 

We  cannot  doubt)  no  record  now  remains  ; 

K.une  leaves  for  them  his  labor  for  his  jjains. 

I  low  many  poor  lie  blessed  with  word  and  deed. 

How  many  liungry  souls  he  stooped  to  feed, 

1  low  mui'li  of   "  manliness  "  his  actions  bore, 

How  in.uiy  stars  within  his  crown  he  wore — 

No  hint  of   these  the  traveller  esj)ies 

On  the  prou'l  marble  where  the  bishop  lies. 


The  unsparing  stone,  in  one  sententious  line, 
Tells  only  how  he  died  through  love  of  wine. 
Strange  that  a  life,  with  good  deeds  thickly  pressed, 
On  this  one  error  for  its  fame  should  rest — 
The  good  he  wrought  all  buried  with  its  bones, 
The  ill  proclaimed  from  out  the  very  stones ! 

He  was  a  bishop,  and  he  loved  good  wine  ; 
Riding  one  day  beneath  the  sky  so  fine 
Of  fair  Italia,  near  the  spot  he  drew 
Which  famed  for  choicest  wines  full  well  he  knew. 
Rich  old  Falernian,  with  its  fame  replete. 
Should  with  Falernum  make  his  bliss  complete. 
"  Ride  on,"  he  to  his  servant  gave  command. 
As  fair  Falernum's  spires  were  just  at  hand, 
*'  Ask  where  good  wine  is  had — the  very  best — 
And  mark  the  place  for  me  by  writing  '  Est.'  " 

Full  well  his  servant  heeded  the  command; 
He  quickly  found  of  wine  the  choicest  brand. 
So  good,  indeed,  so  surely  sure  the  best 
That  in  his  zeal  he  quickly  wrote   "  Est,  est ;  " 
And  when  the  bishop  came  and  read  the  sign, 
What  did  he  lose  in  that  Falernian  wine  ? 
The  "  manliness,"  of  which  he  had  such  store. 
That  he  could  quaff  enough  just,  and  no  more. 
Why  did  this  manliness  forsake  him  quite. 
This  power  of  choice  that  always   chose  the  right  ? 
Why  did  the  bishop,  with  his  creed  so  fine, 
Fall  a  sure  victim  to  this  best  of  wine  ? 
Ask  of  the  stoue  ;  its  answer  is  the  best : 
"  Propter  '  Est,  est,'  dominus  meus  mortuus  est." 
***** 

Perchance  in  Faviauo's  church  that  stone  may  yet  be 
seen. 

Which  long,  by  way  of  warning,  held  the  bishop's 
memorj'  green  ; 

But  should  the  marble,  like  his  bones,  have  crumbled 
quite  away, 

The  lesson  it  so  long  proclaimed  will  not  be  hushed 
to-day  ; 

It  mocks  the  "  moderation  "  dream  held  by  the  very 
best. 

And  writes  anew  the  epitaph,  "  Dominus  meus  mor- 
tuus est !  " 

JULIA   P.  BALLAHD.      1882. 

PLEDGE    ME    NOT    IN    WINE. 

1  Oh  !  pledge  me  not  in  wine  ! 

I  shiver  with  icy  dread  ; 
And  cold,  and  white,  a  deathly  fear. 
Drops  into  my  heart  like  lead. 

2  Oh  !  pledge  me  not  in  wine ! 

Thro'  its  mist  of  rosy  foam 
I  count  the  beats  of  a  broken  heart. 
And  I  see  a  desolate  home. 

3  There's  a  picture  laid  away, 

Under  the  du.st  of  years  ; 
Come  look  on  it,  and  your  heart  will  weep 
Like  a  summer  cloud  in  tears. 


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4  Night,  and  a  storm  of  wind  and  sleet, 

A  lu'urth  without  tir«A  or  iigiit ; 
A  woinuu,  an  angry  man,  and  a  dour 
Ttiul  open»  into  thu  niglit. 

5  Hot  hands  that  cling  to  the  crazy  latch, 

Li|H  rigid,  and  white  with  pain 
A  blow —  a  wailing  balK', 
Out  in  tlu!  wind  and  rain. 

6  A  woman  diad  in  the  pitiless  storm, 

And  sparkling,  on  the  sand, 
Dear  Cio«l  I   a  golden  marriage  ring 
Drops  loose  from  her  wasted  hand. 

7  A  white  snow,  striving  through  broken  clouds, 

A  horrified  man  at  prayer. 
The  ery  of  a  passion,  :ill  hearts  remorse. 
And  a  ])assion  all  hearts  <lespair. 

8  This  is  the  picture  laid  away, 

Under  the  dust  of  years  ; 
And  thus  the  red  wine  seems  to  me 
The  flowing  of  blooily  tears. 

9  Then  pledge  me  not,  tho'  the  wine  be  bright 

As  the  crimson  light  that  tlows 
From  tiie  sunset's  cloudy  gates  of  fire. 
Of  the  morning's  vein  of  rose. 
10   I'ut  down  tho  cup,  't  is  l)rimme<l  with  bloo<l. 
From  bleeding  hearts  like  mine, 
For  hope,  for  joy,  for  love's  dear  sake, 
Oil  !   pledge  me  not,  in  wine. 
• • 


HATE    OF   THE    BOWL. 

1  Go,  feel  what  I  have  felt, 

Go.  bear  what  I  have  Iwrne — 
Sink  'neath  the  blows  a  father  dealt. 

Ami  the  colil  world's  scorn  ; 
The  sufferer  on  from  year  to  year — 
The  sole  relief  the  scorching  tear. 

2  Go,  kneel  where  I  have  knelt. 

Implore,  beseech  and  pray  ; 
Strive  the  besotted  heart  to  mdt. 

The  downward  course  to  stay  ; 
Be  djishcd  with  bitter  curse  a.side. 
Your  prayers  burles(pie<l.  your  tears  defufl. 

3  Gt),  weep  as  I  have  wept. 

On  a  loved  father's  fall  ; 
See  every  proraisitl  blessing  swept. 

Youth's  sweetness  turnitl  to  gall. 
Life's  fading  flowers  strewn  all  the  way 
That  brought  me  on  to  woman's  d.iy. 

4  Go,  see  what  I  have  seen. 

Behold  the  strong  men  Ixiw, 
With  iinashin;:  te«'th,  lips  bathed  in  blood, 

A  cold  and  livid  brow  ; 
Go.  catch  his  withering  glance,  and  see 
Then<  mirrored  his  soul's  misery. 


5  Go,  hear  and  feel,  and  see  and  know, 

All  that  my  soul  hath  felt  and  known  ; 
Thou  look  u|)Oii  the  wine-cup's  glow, 

Scf  if  its  Ii4-auty  can  atone  ; 
Think  if  its  flavor  you  will  try 
When  all  proclaims,  " 'T  ia  drink  and  die" 

6  Tell  me  I  hate  the  Jwwl?  — 

I  late  is  but  a  f»'cbl»;  word  ; 
I  lout  he,  abhor,  my  very  soul 

With  strong  disgust  is  stirred. 
Whene'er  I  see,  or  hear,  or  tell 
Of  that  dark  beverage  of  hell. 

Bx  *  7*^11  Udf  «bo  WM  told 

tlukt  >>ir  mmM  k  moonmuiiao 

Id  b«r  halxml  at  AiaoboL 


THE    PENDULUM    OF   TIME. 

1  And  still  do  they  go,  at  lierk  of  their  foe, 

Down  to  their  vnn-  ; 
And  still  tilli'th  in  his  army  of  sin  ; 

Hanks  <lo  not  thin; 
And  the  poiuiulum  of  time  swingeth  on  to  and  fro, 
And  homes  that  were  darkened  no  re-lighting  know* 

For  despair  id  the  giu-sl  that  they  hold. 

2  And  still  press  along  the  wiM  surging  throng, 

The  highway  of   wrong  ; 
And  swift  in  their  train  come  cries  of  the  slain, 

Cut  down  like  grain. 
And  tho  pendulum  of  time  swingeth  on  to  and  fro, 
An<l  hearts  that  wore  loyal  sink  down  in  their  woe, 

Knowing  grief  such  as  ne'er  can  Ik;  told. 

3  The  young  and  the  gay  slip  down  the  dark  way, 

Lost  in  tlu!  fray  ; 
And  women  in  friglit,  with  lips  that  are  white, 

Cry  at  the  sight ; 
But  the  |>endulum  of  lime  swingeth  on  to  and  fro. 
And  with  each  slender  stroke  a  mother  lies  low. 

As  her  boy  to  the  rum  fiend  is  sold ! 
From  a  paper  b7  bcllk  kcluhmi  tuwne.  In"  Union  SisDal.''  ML 


airs.  I.  gi.  J):irt50ugb 

II  the  wir«  nt  the  ReT.  L.  Itartami«h,  u(  Sioux  Falli,  DakoU.  Bb*  ta 
Ml  MUiiMt  worker  in  fnrrtcn  mli«i<'iii\  trtnpnrmno-,  mai  tDmnf  ("od 
cauMS.  Hho  hm«  written  nunj  branitful  hjnnna,  •orac  nf  which  bar* 
been  art  tn  uituic  bjr  ntrimu  mrmlx'rv  of  bor  moirioal  (amllj.  Aa  a  goa- 
pel  orancalUl,  the  baa  (cw  ini|«r1on  among  wnoMn. 

THE    DEMON    ALCOHOL. 

1  There  is  trouble  in  many  a  home  to-day. 

There  is  sorrow  in  many  a  heart, 
liecjiuse  of  the  Demon  Alcohol, 
Because  of  his  htdlish  art. 

2  No  pity  hath  he  for  the  grey-haired  sire. 

But  scoffs  at  his  prayers  and  his  sighs. 
Unheeding  the  scalding  tenrs  that  fall 
From  sorrowful  ago-lK'dinuno»l  eyes. 


r>'j<j 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


3  He  proys  upon  manhood  so  noble  and  strong, 

Destroying  both  body  and  soul, 
For  love  to  one's  iieij;lil)or  and  love  to  one's  God, 
Are  drowned  in  the  maddening  bowl. 

4  He  seeks  out  the  young  and  the  lovely  and  fair. 

And  drags  tluin  to  infamy  down, 
Enfeebled  and  fettered,  his  victims  are  found 
In  haujlet,  and  city,  and  town. 

5  They  have  "  sorrow,"  and  "  woe,"  and  "  redness  of 

eyes," 
And  "  babbling,  contentions,"  and  "  wounds," 
Their  moutlis  are  with  curses  and  bitterness  filled, 
lu  their  ears  horrid  wailing  resounds. 

6  He  snatches  the  bread  from  the  hungry  child's  grasp. 

And  oft  in  its  stead  gives  a  blow, 
Pursuing  with  vigor  his  deadly  work. 
Till  he  lays  the  starved  sufferer  low. 

7  And  this  is  the  work  that  is  now  being  done, 

Heliind  painted  window  and  screen, 
And  no  less  effectually  carried  on 

Behind  the  bright  lights  red  and  green. 

8  But  strangest  of  all,  Lo !  the  right  may  be  bought, 

Of  a  goverment  all  men  call  good. 
To  give  to  the  people  a  poisonous  cup, 
And  receive  in  return,  gold  and  blood. 

9  And  O  Christian  woman,  have  ye  nought  to  do, 

And  no  prayers  to  offer  to  heaven  ? 
Have  ve  no  tears  to  shed,  and  no  words  to  speak. 
That  help  to  the  right  may  be  given  ? 

10  Oh  I  have  ye  no  fear  that  this  same  dreadful  foe 

May  enter  your  own  happy  home  ? 

He  may,  all  unheard,  so  stealthy  his  step 

E'en  now  to  the  entrance  be  come. 

11  The  blood  of  slain  thousands  cries  out  from   the 

ground 
To  Christians  all  over  the  land, 
For  vengeance  unsparing  ;  Oh  !  will  you  not  hear 
And  join  with  the  right,  heart  and  hand  ? 

12  We  read  that  the  fervent  effectual  prayer 

Of  a  righteous  man  much  doth  avail. 
And  though  heaven  and  earth  shall  both  pass  away, 
Not  a  word  Christ  hath  spoken  shall  fail. 

13  And  mothers  and  wives  doth  in  agony  cry, 

At  morning,  at  night  and  at  noon. 
From  palaces  high,  and  from  cottages  low, 
"  O  God,  send  deliverance  soon." 

14  O  Demon  Intemperance  I  thou  fiend  of  strong  6?rtVi^  / 

Thy  murderous  work  we  now  see  ; 
But  tiiy  triumph  shall  end,  thy  victories  cease, 
And  the  con(jucror  the  conquered  shall  be. 

MKH.   1.  M.  HART80UGB. 
Bioux  Falls.  U.  T.    1883. 


THE    CRY   OF   THE    CHILDREN 

God  pity  the  children  born  to  a  heritage  of  sin  and 
drunkenness  I  Mrs.  Browning's  ''  Cry  of  the  Children" 
was  never  more  forcible  to  our  tiiou<;hts  tlian  in  lookinsr 
over  the  record  of  a  few  days  past.  To  tlie  wife  of  the 
notorious  Max  La  Fontane,  a  Chicago  thief,  and  the 
mother  herself  a  convict  also,  were  born  twin  babes,  at 
the  Joliet  penitentiary,  and  the  account  states  that  the 
father  and  mother  seem  to  have  no  thouglit  of  the 
shame  brought  upon  the  little  unconscious  innocents, 
born  in  prison,  of  convict  parents.  Pitiful,  too,  the 
story  of  a  recent  Monday  of  driving  rain  in  Chicago, 
when  a  mother  and  her  two  little  children  were  set  out, 
with  their  few  belongings,  into  the  street,  to  face  the 
raging  tempest  as  best  they  miglit.  Tiie  landlord's 
patience  was  completely  exhausted  on  account  of  the 
drunken  husband  and  father,  and  the  poor  innocents 
had  to  suffer,  though  the  woman  is  industrious  and 
anxious  to  care  for  her  children. 

Then  that  poor  little  waif,  known  as  "  Little  Corkey," 
a  small  newsboy,  "  found  beastly  drunk  on  the  streets 
of  Chicago,  and  fined  by  the  justice  $10.00  and  costa! 
He  is  three  feet  five  inches  tali,  and  is  seven  years  of 
age."  What  a  pathetic  picture  !  And  "  what  will  the 
harvest  be  ?  " 

"UNION  SIfiNAL." 

1  Do  ye  hear  the  children  weeping,  O  my  brothers, 

Ere  the  sorrow  comes  with  years  ? 
They  are  leaning  their  young  heads  against  their 

mothers, — 

And  that  cannot  stop  their  tears. 
The  young  lambs  are  bleating  in  the  meadows, 

Tlie  young  birds  are  chirping  in  the  nest ; 
The  young  fawns  are  playing  with  the  shadows. 

The  young  flowers  are  blowing  toward  the  west; 
But  the  young,  young  children,  O  my  brothers, 

They  are  weeping  bitterly  ! 
They  are  weeping  in  the  play-time  of  the  others, 

In  the  country  of  the  free. 

2  Do  you  question  the  young  children  in  their  sorrow, 

Why  their  tears  are  falling  so  ? 
The  old  man  may  weep  for  his  to-morrow, 

Which  is  lost  in  long  ago. 
The  old  tree  is  leafless  in  the  forest, 

The  old  year  is  ending  in  frost. 
The  old  wound,  if  stricken,  is  the  sorest, 

The  old  hope  is  hardest  to  be  lost ; 
But  the  young,  young  children,  O  my  brothers, 

Do  you  ask  them  why  they  stand 
Weeping  sore  before  the  bosoms  of  their  mothers 

In  our  happy  Fatherland? 

3  They  look  up  with  their  pale  and  sunken  faces. 

And  tlieir  looks  are  sad  to  see ; 
For  the  man's  hoary  anguish  draws  and  presses  • 
Down  the  cheeks  of  infancy  ; 
"  Your  old  earth,"  they  say,  "  is  very  dreary ;  " 

"  Our  young  feet,"  they  say,  "  are  very  weak  ! 


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Two  paces  have  we  taken,  yet  are  weary  ; 

Our  i^rave-ri'st  is  very  far  to  seek. 
Ask  tlie  -a'^vaX  w!iy  they  weep,  and  not  the  cliiMren, 

For  tlio  oiitsiile  earth  is  cohl. 
And  wo  yoiini;  cues  stand  withont,  in  our  bewiUlering, 

Aiul  tlie  jjraves  are  for  tiie  old." 

4  "True,"  say  the  chihlren,  "it  may  happen 

That  we  die  before  our  time. 
Little  Alice  died  hist  year — tlie  grave  is  ahapen 

Like  a  snowball  in  the  rime. 
We  looked  into  the  pit  prepared  to  take  her, 

Was  no  room  for  any  work  in  the  close  clay  ; 
From  the  sleep  wherein  she  lieth  none  will  wake  her, 

Crying  "Get  up,    little  Alice  !   it  is  day." 
If  you  listen  by  that  grave,  in  sun  and  shower. 

With  your  ear  down,  '.ittle  Alice  never  cries  I 
Could  we  see  her  face,  be  sure  we  should  not  know  her, 

For  the  smile  has  time  for  growing  in  her  eyes. 
And  merry  go  iier  moments,  lulled  and  stilled  in 

The  shroud,  by  the  kirk  chime. 
"  It  is  good  when  it  happens,"  say  the  children, 
"That  we  die  before  our  time." 

5  Alas,  alas !  the  chihlren,  they  are  seeking 

Death  in  life,  as  best  to  have  ; 
They  are  binding  up  their  hearts  away  from  breaking 

With  a  cerement  from  the  grave. 
Go  out,  eliiidrcn,  from  the  mine  and  from  the  city  ; 

Sing  out.  ehildrt'ii,  as  the  little  thrushes  do; 
Pluck  your  handfuls  of  the  meadow-cowslips  pretty  ; 

Laugh  aloud  to  feel  your  tinijers  let  them  through ! 
But  they  answer,  **  Are  your  cowslips  of  the  meadosva 

Like  our  nee<ls  anear  the  mine  ? 
Leave  us  quiet  in  the  dark  of  the  coal-shadows, 

From  your  pleasures  fair  and  fine  I 

6  "For  Oh  I  say  the  children,  "  we  are  weary, 

And  we  cannot  run  or  leap ; 
If  we  cared  for  any  meadows,  it  were  merely 

To  drop  down  in  tht-m  and  sleep. 
Our  knees  trendde  sorely  in  the  stooping; 

We  fall  upon  our  faces,  trying  to  go  ; 
And,  underneath  our  heavy  eyelids  drooping, 

The  reddest  Mower  would  look  as  pale  as  snow. 
For,  all  day,  we  drag  our  burden  tiring 

Throu;;h  the  coal-<lark  underground  ; 
Or,  all  day,  we  drive  the  wheels  of  iron 

In  the  factories,  rou.ul  and  round. 

7  "For,  all  day,  the  wheels  are  droiung,  turning, — 

Their  wind  comes  in  our  faces — 
Till  our  hearts  turn  our  heads  with  pulses  burning, 

And  the  walls  turn  in  their  places  ; 
Turns  the  sky  in  the  liigh  window  blank  and  reeling; 

Turns  the  long  light  that  dri>ps  adown  the  wall ; 
Turn  the  blaek  flies  that  crawl  along  the  ceiling  ; 

All  are  turning,  all  the  day,  and  we  with  all. 
And  all  day  the  iron  wheels  are  droning  ; 

And  sometimes  we  could  pray, 
"  O  ye  wheels  (breakiii'i  out  in  a  mad  moaning.) 

SUip  I   and  be  silent  for  ti>-<lay  I "' 


8  Aye  !  be  silent !  Let  them  hear  each  other  breatliiug 

For  a  moment,  mouth  to  mouth  ; 
Let  them  touch  each  other's  hands  in  a  fresh  wreatliiog 

Of  tlx-ir  ten<ler  human  youth! 
Let  tiiem  feel  that  this  colli  uietftllie  motion 

Is  not  all  the  life  (io<l  fashions  or  revt>als ; 
Let  them  prove  their  living  souls  against  tlie  notion 

That  they  live  in  you,  or  under  \ou,  O  wheels! 
Still,  all  day,  the  iron  wheels  go  onward, 

(trinding  lifi'  down  from  its  mark  ; 
And  the  children's  souls,  which  (io<l  is  calling  sunward, 

Spin  on  blindly  in  the  dark. 

9  Now  tell  the  poor  young  children,  O  my  brothers. 

To  look  up  to  llim  and  Jiray  : 
So  the  l{lesse<l  One,  who  blesseth  all  the  others, 

Will  bless  them  another  <lay. 
They  answer,  "  Who  is  (Jo*!  that  He  shnidd  hear  ub. 

While  the  rushing  of  the  iron  wheels  is  stirred? 
When  we  sob  aloud,  the  human  creatures  near  us 

Pass  by,  hearing  not,  or  answt-r  not  a  won!. 
And  ire  hear  not  (for  the  wheels  in  their  resounding,) 

Strangers  speaking  at  the  door: 
Is  it  likely  Go<I,  with  angels  siuging  round  Ilim, 

Hears  our  weeping  any  more? 

10  "Two  words,  indeed,  of  praying  we  rememl)er, 

And  at  midnight's  hour  of  harm, 
'  Our  Father,'  looking  upward  in  the  chamber. 

We  say  softly  for  a  charm. 
We  know  no  other  words,  except  '  Our  Father,' 
And   we  thuik   that,  in   some  pause  of  angels' 
song, 
God   may   pluck   them   with   the   silence  sweet  t) 
gathi'r, 
And  hold  both  within  His  right  hand  which  is 
strong. 
'Our  Father!  '     If  He  heard  us  He  would  surely 

(For  they  call  Him  goo«l  and  mild) 
Answer,  smiling  down  the  stit-p  world   very  purely, 
'Come  and  rest  with  me,  my  child.' 

11  "  But  no!  "  say  the  children,  weeping  faster, 

"  He  is  sjK'echless  iis  a  stone. 
And  they  tell  us.  of  His  image  is  the  master 

Who  commands  us  to  work  on. 
Go  to!  "  s.ly  the  children  ;   "up  in  IL'aven, 

I^ark,  wheel-like  turning  clouds  are  all  we  find  ; 
Do  not  mwk  us  ;  grief  has  n>ade  u-*  unlndieving ; 

We   look    up   for  Go<l,  but  tears  have  mode  us 
.      bliml." 
Do  you  hear  the  chihlren  weeping  and  disproving, 

()  my  brothers,  what  ye  preach? 
For  (lo<r8  i>ossible  is  taught  by  His  worM's  loving. 

And  the  children  doubt  of  each. 

12  And  well  may  the  children  weep  Wlore  you! 

They  are  weary  ere  they  run  ; 
They  have  <iever  seen  the  sunshine  nor  the  glory 

Which  is  brighter  than  the  sim  : 
They  know  the  grief  of  man.  without  his  wi«lom  ; 

They  sink  in  man's  de.^pair,  withuut  his  calm  ; 


598 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO 


Are  slaves,  without  the  liherty  in  Christdom  ; 

Are  martyrs,  by  the  pang  without  the  pahn ; 
Are  worn,  as  if  with  age,  yet  unretrievingly 

Tiie  blessing  of  its  memory  cannot  keep  ; 
Are  orphans  of  tiie  earthly  love  and  heavenly  ; 

Let  them  weep  I     Let  them  weep ! 
13  They  look  up,  with  their  pale  and  sunken  faces, 

And  their  look  is  dread  to  see, 
For  tliey  mind  you  of  their  angels  in  their  places, 

With  eyes  turned  on  Deity. 
"  How  long,"  they  say,  "  how  long,  O  cruel  nation. 

Will  you  stand  to  move  the  world,  on  a  child's 
heart — 
Stifle  down  with  a  mailed  heel  its  palliation. 

And  tread  onward  to  your  throne  amid  the  mart? 
Our  blood  splashes  upward,  O  gold-heaper, 

And  your  purple  shows  your  path  ! 
But  the  child's  sob  curses  deeper  in  the  silence 

Tliau  the  strong  man  in  his  wrath  !  " 

ELIZABETH  BARRETT  BROWNIKO. 

SOLILOQUY   OF    A  DRUNKARDS    MOTHER. 

1  Lift,  lift  ye  clouds  of  gloom,  from  off  my  soul ! 
No  more  in  blackness  o'er  my  spirit  roll. 

Nor  crush,  with  mountain  weight,  hope's  feeble  wings, 
Now  prone  where  dark  despair  its  shadow  flings. 

2  Come,  Holy  Spirit !  breathe  upon  the  slain  ! 
Slain  hopes  and  aspirations,  till  again 

I  feel  that  life  and  duty  have  for  me 

A  charm,  and  set  my  wounded  spirit  free. 

3  Free  from  the  chain  that  sorrow  deftly  winds 

Of  sympathy  for  him,  whom,  to  me,  nature  binds, 
For  whom  my  life  were  not  a  gift  too  dear 
If  it  might  ward  away  the  ill  I  fear. 

4  'T  is  said  that  some  would  even  dare  to  die 
A  friend  to  save  ;   and  even  so  would  I. 
My  life,  my  all,  how  freely  would  I  give, 
If  only  he,  for  whom  I  pray,  might  live. 

5  But  if  the  love  a  dying  Saviour  gave 
Hath  not  the  charm  his  soul  to  win  or  save, 
How  vain  an  offering  were  my  life,  or  love ! 

Nor  would  my  death  his  thought  indifferent  move. 

6  In  sidlen  tides  doth  sorrow  sweep  my  soul  I 
I  sink  beneath  where  swelling  billows  roll, 

O  God !  if  yet  it  might  not  be  too  late,  • 

May  mercy  lead  him  through  life's  open  gate ! 

EMILY    PUTMAN   WILLIAMS. 

AppletOD  City,  Mo. 

WRECKS. 

1  When  summer  skies  bend  lovingly 

This  world  is  wondrous  fair ; 
It  wraps  us  in  a  sheen  of  gold. 

When  o'er  it  broods  no  care. 
But  all !   the  storm  lurks  just  beyond. 

It  ris(!s  at  a  breath, 
It  strews  tlie  beaten  earth  with  wrecks  ; 

Its  pathway  marked  by  dtuith. 


}  A  mother's  heart  beat  high  with  hope, 

Pride  mingled  vvitii  her  joy. 
For  every  promised  good  she  craved 

Was  centered  in  her  boy. 
She  did  not  see  the  storm-idoud  then, 

Nor  yet  the  shadows  fall 
Across  the  picture  she  had  drawn — 

That  shadow  was  a  pall, 
i  How  oft,  alas  !  the  golden  glow 

Of  morning  greets  our  eyes, 
And  promises  a  gorgeous  day 

With  only  smiling  skies  ; 
But  soon  thick  darkness  settles  down. 

An  unrelenting  cloud. 
And  gathers  up  the  last  bright  ray — 

Wrapped  in  a  dismal  shroud, 
c  The  mother  looked  with  bated  breath 

Upon  the  gathering  gloom. 
She  saw  it  wrap  her  little  world, 

She  saw  the  opening  tomb. 
She  saw  the  throbbing  tide  of  life, 

Aflame  with  subtile  ill 
Bearing  the  idol  of  her  life 

A  drunkard's  grave  to  fill. 
The  world  will  not  withhold  the  meed 

Of  praise  for  honest  worth. 
And  he  had  climbed  the  heights  alone 

Nor  thanks  to  noble  birth  ; 
That  makes  the  hero,  not  the  man, 

And  he  had  won  the  goal  ; 
Not  dreaming  of  the  dark  absyss 

That  waited  for  his  soul. 

******* 

That  son,  in  manhood's  pride  and  power, 

A  servile  slave  had  grown. 
A  slave — he  held  the  maddening  cup. 

His  proudest  dream  had  flown. 
He  struggled  with  the  deadly  foe, 

As  brave  men  fight  in  death. 
But  demons  grew  exultant,  when — 

He  drew  his  latest  breath. 

CASS  IK  BT,  GKOBOK,     1881. 

THRALL. 

T  am  held  like  a  captive  knight, 
I  am  hidden  away  from  sight, 
1  cry  like  a  child  for  the  light. 

I  am  bound  by  the  crudest  thongs, 
I  quiver  with  outrage  and  wrongs, 
Like  a  slave  I  sing  a  slave's  songs. 

At  night,  when  the  mad  moon  gleams, 

Still  viler  my  vile  lot  seems. 

For  at  night  I  dream  a  slave's  dreams. 

At  morning,  at  even,  at  noon. 

The  tliong,  far  or  near,  late  or  soon, 

Makes  me  cry  out  for  death  as  a  boon. 


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6  Such  the  8ad  story  they  told  to  me, 

III  a  home  once  so  fair — 
Told  hy  a  iiiotlifi-  crusln-d  and  lone, 

And  cTowiitd  with  silvtry  hair, 
"Whitened  hy  gr'uA,  not  aj.'e,  tluy  said  ; 

The  shallow  from  her  face, 
They  had  no  h<)|it;  tliat  joy  again 

On  earth  could  e'er  elFace. 

7  We  mothers  know  not,  if  shall  be 

This  record  made  in  tears. 
For  otir  home  treasun-s,  sheltered  now. 

In  childhood's  blessed  years. 
Somebody's  boys  fall  every  day, 

Ik;nealh  the  Kum-Fiend's  tread ; 
O  riders  of  the  nation,  wake  ! 

Their  blood  is  on  your  head  I 

mm.  (iEOH'MA  IICLilE  M'LSnD. 
Baltimore.  Feb  ,  M.  KM. 

CUP    OF    PERIL. 

1  Cnp  of  peril  !   I  touch  thee  not 

While  of  all  that  are  dear  to  me. 
There  be  one  that  .shareth  the  awful  lot 
Of  a  soul  accursed  by  thee  ! 

2  Cup  of  peril  I   Thy  flash  and  (low 

(JIows  red  with  innocent  blood  ; 

Thy  drops  are  poison  bitter,  I  know  ; 

The  ruin  comes  in  like  a  flotnl  I 

3  Cup  of  peril !  1  snat<h  thy  rim 

From  the  fjrasp  of  the  youn<j  and  stronjj ; 
VoT  their  strenj^th  shall  fail  and  their  eyes  grow  dim 
By  the  sting  of  thine  ad<ler  tongue  I 

4  Cup  of  peril  I    I  cast  thee  down  I 

In  warnings  voice  all  my  breath  ! 
Thy  gleam  hath  a  giant  terror  grown. 
And  the  touch  of  thy  plague  is  death  ! 

Miis.  u.  iirscoB  nxiRT. 
Mar.  M.  UB. 

TEMPERANCE   SONNET. 

1    For  thee  the  l)oacon  lights  of  ages  shine — 

Shine  warningly  where  fearful  w  n-cks  were  made  \ 
Was  it  for  naught  that  Homer,  undismayed. 

Pictured  for  thee,  in  each  immortal  lino. 

Dclufled  ones  who  ilrank  the  luscious  wine. 
Drank  from  the  golden  Im>wI.  as  (  irce  bade. 
And  by  her  hateful  sorceries  b<t rayed. 

JyOst  the  firm  w  ill.  and  grovdrd  into  swine  ? 
Drank  from  the  jxiisoned  cup.  oblivii>u*nc«»^ 

Lost  to  the  love  of  home,  ami  luitivc  land — 
I^»st  to  the  joys  of  othi-rs.  or  di^lniis  ; 

Transform«d  at  la.»t  to  brutes  by  ('inn-'s  wand. 
Still  tempters  hand  tin-  fatal  1k>wI — IW'ware  ! 
Lest  blind  old  Homer  saw  thtj  pictured  snare. 

AJIVIB  LSirTMAL  •■nV. 


5  I  quail  'neath  a  tyrant's  dread  eye, 
1  mutter  vague  threats,  and  still  try 
To  sunder  the  horrible  tie. 

6  Hut  my  struggle  is  all  in  vain, 
Aly  captor  claims  me  again. 
And  anon  I  clank  the  same  chain. 

7  O  crudest  bondage  of  all, 
AViiich  well  may  the  strongest  appall, 
Body  free,  but  a  soul  in  thrall. 

HATTie  TVNO  UllUWOU).     IML 

Sirs.  (Storgia  Jjulsf  SltXcoti.  • 

wife  of  ReT.  Dr.  HoLeod.  la  well  known  to  Uie  tltnsir  world,  bv  liotb 
her  iiroeo  and  Terse,  Ai  a  temptTauce  worker  ami  writer  of  tempeisnoe 
poems  of  a  high  order,  the  bai  few  cqiuli,  and  hor  articles  are  eaceriy 
■ought. 

AMONG    SHADOWS. 

1  "  My  early  home  was  beautiful, 

In  a  fair  Southern  clime, 
Complete,  when  Gotl  my  first-born  gave 

In  the  glad  summer  time. 
I  used  to  dream  sweet  waking  dreams. 

In  the  still  evening-tide. 
Of  what  my  boy  would  grow  to  be — 

My  strong  staff  and  my  pride. 

2  Years  pa.sseil — bright  boyhood,  princely  youth. 

Honors  were  early  won, 
His  name  in  praise  on  every  lip : 

I'roud  mother,  loving  son  I 
They  pledged  him  at  the  fistal  board^ 

In  wines  so  rare  and  old. 
That  almost  fabulous  I  deemed 

The  history  they  told. 

3  As  dark  as  sin,  the  poison  taint 

That  stirred  the  lite-blocxl  then : 
Better  tiiat  day  my  boy  had  died, 

Honored  by  princely  men  ! 
Better  the  fair  young  face  hml  Iain 

Hen<'ath  the  winter  sod. 
Than  sta'iiped  willi  sin,  telling  how  far 

A  soul  has  strayed  from  God  ! 

4  Gone  down  1  step  following  fast  on  step; 

Alas  I   that  this  should  be. 
Fettered  witii  sin  the  fearless  feet 

Once  bounding  glad  and  free  ! 
Eves  once  so  clear  and  beautiful. 

Now  vacant,  bleared  and  dim— 
I  wonder,   '  Is  (io<l  pitiful,' 

Whene'er  I  look  on  him. 
h  Soon  it  will  end — in  broken  heart. 

And  ruined  life  for  me  I 
Must  his,  poor  outcast  on  the  earth, 

A  drunkard's  record  l)e  ? 
O  weary  mother  I   wandering  chiM, 

Would  (mmI  that  death  ha<l  come, 
Insteail  of    this  foid  sin,  to  blight 

And  desolate  my  home." 

r>aii«ht«>rof  late  Siiricron  I    HiiIm-.  I'   H   Narjr.  and  wtfr  nf  RrT    Al«i  W   Mr!.r»l.  I>  |i  .  of  Canada.  •  lh«»V«taal  wn««T      Mr>   'II       I  li  i  ■illn  «r 

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Fltwiita.  aiid  \%  know*  thnmffh  the  Sinitb  an  **n#  wh4i  did  mtieb  for  Khr  cauiir 

Sautbeiu  U'eraijr  loatltute  for  Yuoiig  LwUea,  u<M  of  the  moat  impular  loaUttiUana  la  BatUtw*. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


THE   RUIN    RUM    HATH    WROUGHT.  3 

1  asked  my  sweet  baby,  before  she  could  speak, 

"  What  is  life  ?  " 
Tlie  dimples  grew  deeper  in  each  velvet  cheek. 
The  ruby  lips  parted  in  innocent  smile, 
Bright  blue  eyes  were  twinkling  in  mirth,  all  the  while, 
The  mouth  was  filled  full  with  a  little  round  fist. 
It  was  tasted  and  tasted  and  eagerly  kissed. 
But  one  little  linger  went  up  to  her  eye  ; 
My  tiny,  grieved  baby  began  then  to  cry. 
I  felt  tliat  my  (piestiou  had  now  its  reply.  4 

"  A  smile  and  a  tear  is  my  life." 

Ten  clad,  sunny  summers  had  gone,  when  I  said, 

"  What  is  life  ?  " 
She  paused  in  her  romping  and,  drooping  her  head. 
Replied  all  so  earnestly,  "  Wait,  let  me  think. 
Why  !  I  guess  it  is  to  breathe,  to  eat  and  to  drink. 
To  work  when  you  have  to,  to  play  when  you  can, 
And  never  do  half  that  you  promise  and  plan. 
"When  the  sun  sliines  bright,  to  be  happy  and  glad. 
When  it  rains  and  is  dark,  to  be  fretful  and  sad. 
W^hen  you  try  to  be  good,  you  want  to  be  bad. 

That  is  all  I  can  tell  you  of  life." 


I  asked  her  again,  on  her  glad  bridal  morn, 

"  What  is  life  ?  " 
She  gave  me  a  rosebud  with  never  a  thorn. 
But  many  were  waiting  to  pierce  her  young  brow. 
A  cross  hewn  from  granite,  was  that  bridal  vow. 
The  heart  she  had  given,  so  trusting  and  true. 
Was  pierced  by  the  arrows  of  Death,  thro'  and  thro'. 
The  wine  cup  had  planted  her  thorn  bush  of  grief 
And  the  day  of  her  wifehood  was  darkened  and  brief. 
The  grave,  all  so  restful,  brought  welcome  relief, 

For  God  took  her  burden  of  life. 
I  said  to  the  husband  who  murdered  my  child, 

"  What  is  life  ?  " 
He  answered  in  anguish,  remorseful  and  wild, 
With  laugh  like  a  demon  from  regions  below, 
"  Her  life  has  a  record  as  white  as  the  snow  ; 
But  mine  was  her  curse  and  her  cup  full  of  gall. 
It  drank  up  her  lifeblood,  has  woven  her  pall. 
And  I'm  left  alone  with  Cain's  mark  on  my  brow. 
My  hand  stained  with  blood,  tho'  the  world  asks  not 

how. 
The  fire  of  my  torment  is  kindling  now. 

My  heaviest  burden  is  life." 

KATHARINK  C. 

In  "  The  Crusade."    1879. 


FATHER'S  A  DRUNKARD,  AND  MOTHER  IS  DEAD. 


(the  FIBST  ORIGINAI.  TEMPERANCE  SONO  PUBLISHED  IN  THE  CITY  OF  WASHINGTON.) 


Poetry  by  Mrs.  NELLIE  H.  BRADLEY,  of  Washington,  D.  C.    1856. 


Music  by  Mrs.  E.  A.  PAEKHXTRST.    1858. 


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raised  her  pale  face,  and  with  tears  dimming  her  sweet  blue  eyes,  answered  mournfully:  "I  have  no  home, 
Father's  a  drunkard,  and  Mother  is  dead." 

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608 


THE    LOST    WILL. 

1  Tlic  snow  lay  lioavy  on  tli<»  groiiml, 

And  heavy  on  tlie  poor  man's  lint ; 
IJnt  sonicthini^  lu'avior  on  liis  lii-ait 
The  iloor  of  hope  had  wcll-nigli  shuL 

2  It  was  not  that  no  kindly  word, 

No  smile  of  love  was  left  hira  still ; 
It  was  not  that  his  friends  were  lost: 
It  wwi — tliat  lie  had  lost  his  will. 

3  His  will,  which  in  his  better  moods 

Said  :   "  ^Vife  and  homo  are  sacred  yet ; 
And  I  irill  leave  the  tempting  cnj) — 
My  face  ayainst  it  firmly  set." 

4  His  will — which,  when  before  him  stood 

The  sparklinj^  poison,  qnick  pavo  way, 
P^oniid  him  at  nu>rn  ii  crinpinj;j  .slave — 
Worse  tiian  a  slave  at  close  of  day. 

5  Tlie  clieerfnl  hells   this  New  Year's  morn 

Uin;;  ont  to  poact-fnl  homes  pood  ciie«'r, 
AikI  plad  resjionse  from  happy  hearts 
Spring  up  to  meet  the  opening  year. 

6  "  The  cursed  bolls  !   how  bland  their  tono 

To  tlioso  who  moot  in  love  and  joy  ! 
Or  is  it  /,  a  cursed  man. 

Whoso  waking  conscience  they  annoy  ? 

7  "  I  think  of  one  whose  blushing  cheeks, 

OiicerofV  as  the   buds  of  .Inne, 
Long  washeil  by  bitter  tears,  are  bleachtnl 
And  all  hor  nature  out  of  tune  ; 

8  "  From  wearying  years  of  hope  dofprred— 

Of  an;;uish  tongue  can  never  tell — 
Till  sorrow  hopes  for  no  relief — 
All  from  this  one  accursed  spell  ! 

9  "  It  shall  not  hr  !      I  trill   those  cheeks 

A^'ain  to  bloom — thos<>  eyes  to  glow; 
I'll  take  a  New  Year's  gift  to  hor — 
Fit  time  such  favor  to  l>cstow. 

10  '■  With  silver  it  will  not  be  bought — 

There's  not  a  p<'nny  in  my  purse ; 
IJut  I  will  take  to  her  mi/.filf' — 
A  blessing,  and  /to  more  a  curse. 

11  And  I  will  come  with  steady  stop. 

Ami  ready  speech  and  kindly  wonl. 
And  bring  now  hop<'.  and   kindle  joy 
Whore  happy  tones  are  seldom  hoard." 

12  lie  sought  his  home  with  lovn  for  all. 

For  they  had  Ih'oh  a  sorrowing  band — 
Said  to  his  wife,   "  A  Now  Year's  gift!  " 
And  placed  a  paper  in  hor  hand. 

13  A  pledge  !  and  well  she  knew  who  wrote 

The  name  so  boldly  signed  Ik-Iow  ; 
"  I  thought  that  I  had  lost  my  will," 

WiUJ  addetl,  "  that  'tis  found  I'll  show." 
1 1  That  Now  Year's  gift,  what  joy  it  brought 

To  six  triotl  souls  I  njay  not  t*dl ! 
Ilusbiunls  restored,  and  fathi-rs  savo<l — 

2'htir  wives,  their  children  know  it  well. 


15  .Say  not  the  drunkanl's  doom  is  sealo<I — 
That  only  fancy  paints  liiin  saved  ; 
A  W(tid,  a  look,  a  tear,  a  prayer, 

I^lay  break  the  chain  that  long  enslaved. 

10  .Seek  out  the  man  by  many  scorne*! ; 
Plead  with  him — he  is  human  still, 
'lis  not  all  fancy;  many  hare. 

And  many  more  mmj  tind  their  will  I 

17  The  snow  lies  lu-avy  on  the  ground. 
And  heavy  on  the  jMxir  man's  hut ; 
O  ye  who  pity  human  woes. 

Leave  uot  the  door  of  hojM'  ipiite  shut! 

MHJI.  JUUA  r.   BAiXAKO.     UM 


'AM    I    MY   BROTHERS   KEEPER?' 


1  With  tottering  stop,  and  fronzie*]  eye. 
The  s.id  inebriate  hurries  by, 

To  the  ac«uised  den 
Where  Lucifer's  hiph  priest  aw.'iits. 
To  lure,  through  the  infernal  gates, 

ilis  faltering  fellow  men. 

2  The  victim  enters — grasps  the  cup. 
And  ipiatTs  the  <leinon  nectar  up  ; 

lie  drinks,  to  tlrown  his  caro.. 
O  thou,  who  standest  on  the  nn-k. 
Above  the  surging  bilK)w's  sluM-k 

See  thou,  thy  brother  there. 

8  Withold  thy  ronsure,  t.iunt  and  fro\m. 
His  sins  and  W(ms  have  l>orne  him  down 

To  elTortless  despair, 
III-  sinks  iM-noath  his  heavy  lojul — 
lie's  prostrate,  on  a  thorny  ro.ad  ; 
Say,  shall  we  leave  him  there  ? 

4  .Shall  wo  not  lend  a  kindly  hand. 

And  with  our  strength  help  him  to  stand, 

And  fiml  some  safer  w.iy 
For  the  poor  harr:i.sse<l,  trembling  feet, 
Some  shelter  from  the  burning  heat 

And  burden  of  the  day  ? 

5  Oh  I  by  the  ])owor  of  wonl  and  d<!o<l. 
Show  liiin  how  human  hearts  can  bleed 

At  sight  of  human  woo  ; 
Show  him  a  love  that  will  not  shrink 
To  snatch  from  folly's  fnulest  brink, 

The  wanderer,  lost,  Ixdow. 

6  So,  shalt  thou  lift  thy  brother  up— 
So.  in  thy  measure,  taste  the  cup 

Thy  Saviour  draini-d  for  thoe ; 
So  life  shall  bridg<'  on  from  the  tomb, 
And  in  lyove's  warm.  |Mreiinial  bloom 

The  captive  shall  be  fretv. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


IT   MIGHT    HAVE    BEEN. 

1  Say  not  "it  niij;1it  liavc  hcfii,"  would  you  discern 

'lliu  derj)  .siiiiiilicanoc  of  tliat  wliich  is. 
iNo  lot  Ko  lair.ililc  tiiat  it  may  luit  learn 
Its  bliare  of  joy,  its  inodieiiin  of  liliss. 

2  "  It  niiglit  have  been  "  will  drift  you  far  away 

rVom  the  strouj;  niooriiij^s  of  a  Father's  love; 
For  oidy  lie  eai^  safely  j;uide  the  way 

Through  channels  where  life's  hidden  currents  move. 
8  lie  knows  how  weak  we  are,  how  broad,  how  high, 

The  powers  lie  lends  which  all   our  naturi's  hem. 
He  knows  what  stress  and  strain  may  wrench  and  try, 

And  we  the  stroii''er  tides  of  beinjis  stem. 
4  And  what  II(!  asks  is,  that  when  sorely  pressed, 

We  reach  our  hands,  and  trustful  place  them  where 
His  own  may  <frasp  them.     Here  alone  is  rest, 

And  comfort,  and  emergence  from  despair. 
6  Tempte<l  and  fallen,  steejicd  in  sin  and  shame, 

l'lun;,'rd  (o  very  depths  of  infaniy, — 
Lift  u\)  your  eyes,  behold  the  heavens  aflame, 

With  the  bright  promise  of  what  yet  may  be. 

MRS.    ANN'IE  TUKJfKR, 

Uauiiibol,  Sept.  7tb,  1873, 

THE   T^EST. 

"  Nay,  not  till  Christ  bath  the  wholu  being  fraught." 

1  It  looks  a  goodly  ship,  the  favoring  breeze 

Filling  its  sails,  above  the  cloudless  sky, 
The  peaceful  sea  beneath  ;   no  danger  nigh. 
It  is  a  goodly  ship,  but  not  by  these 
*Tis  judged.      Wait  till  the  storm-king  frees 
Its  ministers  ;  the  winds,  the  waves,  the  shock 
Of  mountain  billows  and  the  treacherous  rock, 
Shall  say  if  it  be  strong  to  ride  the  seas. 

2  Not  till  the  bitter  storms  of  life  have  sought 

Vainly  to  whelm  :  not  till  the  waves  of  wrong. 

Sorrow  and  loss,  despair  and  doubt  have  fought 
For  mastery ;  not  till  the  siren  throng 

In  vain  tiicir  all-tMitrancing  wiles  have  wrought, 
Dare  any  soul  to  say,  Lo,  I  am  strong ! 

CABLOrTA  PERRV. 
Milwaukee. 


A    PLEA. 

After  rvwllng  of  a  (Irunkartl  who  was  highly  connoctctl  anil  held  hon- 
ershle  pusiiion  In  tbo  army,  the  account  ending  with  the  remark.  "He 
b  a  rulucU  man." 

1  Call  him  not  ruined  while  life's  tide  is  flowing 

Warm  through  his  veins. 
And  reason,  by  sure  signs,  is  daily  showing 

It  still  retains 
Its  throne  within  the  mind  once  strong  and  noble, 

Once  brave  and  true. 
To  will  and  plan,  direct,  command  and  venture, 

Decide  and  do. 


2  Call  him  not  wholly  ruined,  noble  brothers, 

Yon,  who  are  strong, 
Temptations  to  resist,  and  bravely  battle 

With  vice  and  wrong, 
Hasten  to  him  and  kindly  tell  him,  others 

Who  fall,  arise, 
Regain  all  tiny  had  lost  and  add  unto  it 

Much  which  men  prize. 

3  Call  liim  not  ruined,  though  so  lowly  fallen, 

Kemember  that 
While  there  is  life,  hope  firmly  ma)'  be  cherished 

Still  to  comljat. 
Resist  and  re-resist  the  tempter's  sieges, 

Man  has  grown  strong. 
And  joins,  from  degradation  resurrected, 

Karth's  noble  tlirorig. 

4  Call  him  not  ruined,  tell  him  of  his  darlings, 

His  parents  dear, 
His  brothers,  sisters,  friends  and  soldier  comrades, 

Then  when  a  tear 
Drops  from  his  eye,  speak  tenderh-,  speak  softly, 

Of  wife  and  child, 
Who  love  him  still,  and  wait  to  kiss  him  welcome 

Though  so  defiled. 

5  Call  him  not  ruincfl.  tbo'  .so  nearly  perished, 

Rememljcr  that 
While  life  remains  hope  rightly  may  be  cherished. 

And  we  combat 
With  men  or  demons  who  with  selfish  fury 

Struggle  and  strive 
Away  from  God  and  all  things  pure  and  holy, 

To  drag  or  drive. 

ASGIE  FULLER. 

HELP    THE    DRUNKARD    TO    REFORM. 

1  Scorn  not  the  drunkard  if  he  falls, 

But  reiich  him  out  a  helping  hand, 
Set  him  upon  his  feet  again. 

And  bid  him  try  again  to  stand. 
Tell  him  that  as  the  little  child 

First  learns  to  walk,  so  he  must  learn 
Each  time  he  falls  to  rise  again, 

And  from  temptation  bravely  turn. 

2  Tell  him  that  effort  is  the  price 

Of  all  success,  and  he  must  try 
Over  and  over,  till  he  grows 

Able  to  pa.ss  temptation  by, 
Able  to  say  the  firm  word,  "  No," 

And  stick  to  it,  whoever  sneers, 
Able  to  be  a  brave,  true  man, 

In  spite  of  ridicule  or  jeers. 

3  Tell  him  that  millions  daily  pray 

For  him  and  every  tempted  one, 
That  Heaven  awaits  to  give  him  grace 

Temptation  to  resist  and  shun. 
Aye,  tell  him  this,  and  tell  him  more, 

But  never  pass  him  by  with  scorn. 
Lest  he,  despairing,  fall  again, 

Cursiuff  the  hour  that  he  was  born. 


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4  Scorn  not  tlie  drunkanl.  tlio'  he  fall, 

1I(!  is  tliy  brotlicr,  just  tlie  same, 
And  holds  upon  thy  lovo  and  aid 

A  douhic,  yes  a  treblt.'  claim. 
Wiiih;  life  continues,  there  is  hojio 

That  reason  will  assert  its  sway, 
Will  with  temptation  hravely  cope, 

Aud  gloriously  your  toil  repay. 


lo  the  "  Vouiurv.*    Igg]. 
FIGHT  ON.    BRAVE    HEART.    FIGHT  ON. 

1  Fi;.dit  onward  to  the  bread),  brave  heart. 

When  till  victory  o'er  life  is  won! 
To  mourn  is  but  the  coward's  part 

Thou  hast  the  warrior's  now  be^jnn  ; 
Pour  out  thy  last,  best,  ruddiest  drops; 
But  till  thy  wild  j)ulsations  stop, 

Fi-j;ht  on,  brave  heart,  (i>,dit  on  I 

2  The  kniijht  of  old,  souiiht  Christ's  dear  grave. 

When  joy  from  eartJdy  home  had  gone; 
For  this,  he  dared  the  wintry  wave, 

And  roamed  o'er  burning  waste  alone  ; 
Make  then  a  wiser  julgrimage 
To  thine  own  grave  in  youth  of  age  ; 

Figlit  on,  bravo  heart,  light  on.° 

t*T«  R.  ODIN, 

3lire  €.  |cnniiigs 

Wm  horn  In  Wotxiostcr.  Maai.  Her  father  wm  a  clergyman,  icttled  In 
Tarloiu  |>aru  of  iluit  .Ut,.  f..r  thirty  »^y„u  yi-ars.  At  tha  a«o  of  eight, 
her  hvariiiK  woi  oiitircly  lost  through  nil  attack  of  ncarl.a  fuTur.  Htr  i-d- 
UMtlou  haa  Iwon  chiefly  carried  on  at  home.  aii<l  through  her  own  effort*. 
For  four  yearn  «huattena«l  the  Horace  Mann  School  In  Boatoift  After 
being  connec:cil  three  years  with  the  y^iciety  to  Encounve  Studlt-s 
at  Home,  »he  waa  offered  a  poailinn  as  Uacher.  which  jilace  she  luui  ao- 
ceptahly  filled  f..r  seven  years.  bikI  which  she  now  occupies.  She  liegan 
writInK  In  1S71.  and  her  pocins  already  number  one  hundred.  For  fiftcva 
or  twenty  years,  hers  has  been  a  silent  life.  No  melo<Iy  from  human 
Tolco.  or  song  of  bird,  has  reaclie.l  her  ear;  yet  I  doubt  not  the  dlrino 
harmonies  and  the  still  small  voice  of  God  have  bec!i  all  the  sweeter  and 
richer  U>  her  Imm-wt  soul  and  understanding.  In  I8S0  she  published  a 
Tolumo  of  poims  entltle<l  Heart  Echms,  a  book  of  ran-  merit,  without 
one  poor  or  limping  bit  of  verse  within  its  pages.  She  Is  about  to  l«ie 
another  volume,  for  which  we  predict  an  extensive  aalo. 

SPILT    WATER. 

II.  Sam.  xlv:  U. 

1  Because  the  joy  has  run  to  waste 

That  our  life-goblet  bore: 
Wilt  thou  upon  the  scattered  drops 
Look  downward  evermore  ? 

2  BehoM,  a  hundred  brimming  eups 

Thy  (idd  prepares  for  thee: 

And  richer  for  tlie  loss  of  one 

The  sweetness  lelt  shall  be. 

3  In  weepirig  ffr  our  vanished  hours 

The  passing  ones  we  slight  ; 
In  mourning  o'er  our  unused  powers 
Wu  give  them  deeper  blight. 


4  Each  fleeting  moment  earnest  pleada 

That  present  duty  elaims 
Our  fullest  strenj;tli,  our  worthiest  deeds, 
Our  highest,  holiest  aim.s. 

5  No  roeks  or  stones  a  cause  supply 
^  ^  To  make  the;  stream  recede  ; 
They  only  lift  its  waves  more  high — 

They  cannot  check  its  Hpee<!. 

6  So  following  N.itiire's  changeless  laws, 

When  bitter  things  we  meet. 
Our  lives  should  flow  without  a  pause 
Above  them,  strong  and  fleet. 

7  Then  stoop  no  more;  with  fond  design 

To  raise  the  droj)s  from  dust :  — 
They  are  not  lost — a  hand  Divine 
Holds  every  one  in  trust. 

8  But  though  the  joy  has  run  to  waste, 

^  That  one  life-goblet  bore  ; 
Unto  the  eternal  Fount  of  Life, 
Look  upward  evermore. 

ALirr  r.  Jcxxi.<«oii.    1881 
In  ••  The  Christian  Mecretarj* 
Hartford,  Cuua. 

ONLY   A    BIRD'S    NEST. 

1  Weary  and  liearLsick,  with  wasted  form 

And  eyes  that  glowed  like  a  smouldering  fire. 
Scarcely  heeding  the  fierce,  pold  storm 

That  swept  along  with  unflinehing  ire. 
While    the    bare    trees   shivered,  a7id    moaned,  and 

sw.iyed, 
'Neath  the  cutting  fury  tlio  storm-king  made. 

2  But  through  it  all,  with  an  angry  tre.id 

And  lips  that  trembled  with  cur.ses  deep, 
A  heart  with  all  of  its  bright  dreams  dead, 

And  eyes  that  looked  as  not  made  to  weep, 
A  woman  wandered  through  a  city's  street 
While  the  storm-winds  of  winter  against  her  beat. 

3  The  people  p.assing  her  turned  to  see, 

^\  ith  sneering  lips  and  scornful  eve. 
"  O  (Jod  !"  she  cried  ;  "  in  Thy  scorn  hear  me, 

And  grant  my  prayer  —  that  I  long  to  die! 
While  dying  I  curse  them  with  latest  thought 
For  the  cruel  misery  they  have  wrought! 

4  "  Once  I  was  \n\To  and  free  from  care, 

The  days  passed  by  like  swift,  sunny  dreams; 
No  coarser  place  than  the  country,  fair, 

Filled  full  of  flowers  and  birds  and  stre.ims  ; 
Where  innocence  reignetl,  and  pravcr  and  praise 
Swept  up  to  heaven.     Those  iH-rfect  days ! 

5  "  But  now  I  never  dare  to  j»my. 

All  nliii  are  cruel,  and  life  is  cold. 
My  faith  and  iniKwenee  swept  awav  ; 

Lost,  almost,  the  thought  of  lh.«*days  of  old  I 
O  (Jo<l,  to  die  !"  and  .•»i;.ninst  a  tree 
In  the  gathering  darkness  st,aggerv«l  she. 
G  "Go*l  pity  mo — pity!"  in  accrnfn  faint 

She  cried,  as  hot  tears  suffused  her  eye*. 


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When,  lo,  as  in  answer  to  lior  complaint, 

TluT*'  fell  at  luT  feet  —  while  in  ylad  surprise 

She  cauiilit  and  |)ress('(l  it  upon  Iht  breast  — 
A  poor  litthi  storm-lorn  sparrow's  nest ! 

7  And  as  it  rested  there  on  her  breast, 

It  wafted  her  baek  to  her  ehildiiood'u  home; 
Away,  from  tiie  city's  busy  mart. 

Away,  to  tlui  country's  peace  and  bloom. 
And  she  niurnmred  faintly,  as  tears  fell  fast: 

"  O  God,  I  pray  Thee,  forgive  the  past ! 

8  "  Wipe  out  all  the  crime,  and  shame,  and  sin. 

And  give  me  some  of  Thy  love  and  rest 
In  the  better  life  that  I'll  begin 

Just  for  the  sake  of  this  sparrow's  nest ! 
Give  back  the  faith  of  my  youthful  days 
In  the  life  that  stretches  in  rugged  ways !" 
•  »•*»* 

9  Five  years,  and  far  in  that  better  life 

That  .she  had  chosen,  she's  living  now ; 
A  loving  mother,  a  happy  wife. 

With  smiling  li|is  and  care-free  brow  — 
Living  in  (Jod's  full  peace  and  rest 
That  came  to  her  with  that  sparrow's  nest! 

MIK«  J.  R.   LUDLUM. 
In  "The  Advance."    New  York,  Aug.  1845, 

REPENTANCE. 

1  If  the  Lord  were  to  send  down  blessings  from  heaven 

as  thick  and  as  fast  as  the  fall 
Of  the  drops  of  rain  or  the  flakes  of  snow,  I'd  love 

Ilim  and  thank  Ilim  for  all; 
But  the  gift  that  I'd  crave,  and  the  gift  that  I'd  keep, 

if  I'd  only  one  to  choose. 
Is  the  gift  of  a  broken  and  contrite  heart,  and  that 

He  will  not  refuse. 

2  For  what  is  my  wish  and  what  is  my  hope,  when 

I've  toiled  and  prayed  and  striven. 
All  the  days  that  I  live  upon  earth  ?  It  is  this —  to 

be  forgiven. 
And  what  is  my  wi-sh  and  what  is  my  hope,  but  to 

end  where  I  begin. 
With  an  eye  that  looks  to  my  Saviour,  and  a  heart 

that  mourns  for  its  sin  ! 

3  Well,  perhaps  you  think  I  am  going  to  say  I'm  the 

chief  of  sinners,  and  then 
You'll  tell  me,  as  far  as  you  can  see,  I'm  no  worse 

than  other  men. 
I've  little  to  do  with  better  or  worse,  I  haven't  to  judge 

the  rest ; 
If  other  men   are  no   better  than  I,  they  are  bad 

at  the  best. 

4  I've  nothing  to  do  with  other  folks  ;  it  is  n't  for  me 

to  say 

What  sort  of  men  the  Scribes  might  be,  or  the  Phar- 
isees in  their  day  ; 

But  we  know  that  it  wasn't  for  such  as  they  that  the 
kingdom  of  heaven  was  meant ; 

And  we're  told  wc  shall  likewise  perish  unless  we  do 
repent. 


5  And  what  have  I  done,  perhaps  you'll  say,  that  I 

should  fret  and  grieve  ? 
I  didn't  wrangle,  nor  curse,  nor  swear  ;  I  didn't  lie 

nor  thieve  ; 
I'm  clear  of  cheating  and  drinking  and  debt.  Well, 

perhaps,  but  I  cannot  say  ; 
For  some  of  these  I  hadn't  a  mind,  and  some  didn't 

come  in  my  way. 

6  For  there's  many  a  thing  I  could  wish  undone,  though 

law  might  not  be  broken  ; 
And  there's  many  a  word,  now  I  come  to  think,  that 

I  could  wish  unspoken. 
I  did  what  I  thought  to  be  the  best,  and  I  said  just 

what  came  to  my  mind  ; 
I  wasn't  so  honest  that  I  could  boast,  and  I'm  sure 

that  I  wasn't  kind. 

7  Well,  come  to  things  that  I  might  have  done,  and 

then  there'll  be  more  to  say ; 
We'll  ask  for  the  broken  hearts  I  healed,  and  the 

tears  that  I  wiped  away. 
I  thought  for  myself  and    I  wrought  for  myself — 

for  myself  and  none  beside  ; 
Just  as  if  Jesus  had  never  lived,  as  if  He  had  never 

died. 

8  But  since  my  Lord  has  looked  on  me,  and  since  He 

has  bid  me  look 
Once  on  my  heart  and  once  on  my  life  and  once  on 

His  Blessed  Book, 
And  once  on  the  cross  where  He  died  for  me.  He  has 

taught  me  that  I  must  mend. 
If  I'd  have  Him  to  be  my  Saviour,  and  keep  Him  to 

be  my  Friend. 

9  Since' He's  taken  this  long  account  of  mine  and  has 

crossed  it  through  and  through, 
Though  lie's  left  me  nothing  at  all  to  pay.  He  has 

given  me  enought  to  do ; 
He  has  taught  me  things  that  I  never  knew,  with  all 

my  worry  and  care. 
Things  which  have  brought  me  down  to  my  knees, 

and  things  that  will  keep  me  there. 

10  He  has  shown  me  the  law  that  works  in  Him  and 

the  law  that  works  in  me. 
Life  unto  life  and  death  unto  death,  and  has  asked 

how  do  these  agree  ; 
He  has  made  me  weary  of  self  and  of  pelf ;  yes,  my 

Saviour  has  bid  me  grieve 
For  the  days  and  years  when  I  didn't  pray,  when  I 

didn't  love  nor  believe. 

11  Since  He's  taken  this  cold,  dark  heart  of  mine,  and 

has  pierced  it  through  and  through. 
He  has  made  me  mourn  both  for  things  I  did  and 

for  things  I  tlidn't  do  ; 
And  what  is  my  wish   and  what  is  ray  thought,  but 

to  end  where  I  began. 
With  an  eye  that  looks  to  my  Saviour,  and  a  heart 

that  mourns  for  its  sin ! 

IK>RA  OREENWEU. 


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A   TURKISH    TRADITION. 

1  'T  is  snid  tlio  Turk,  when  passing  down 

An  Kiisttrn  street, 
If  any  scrap  ol'  j)aper  cliance 
His  eyes  to  greet, 

2  Will  never  look  away,  like  us, 

Unhecdingly, 
Or  pass  the  little  fragment  thus 
Regardless  by. 

3  But  stop  to  j)ick  it  up  because, 

Oh  !  lovely  thought  ! 
The  name  of  (Jod  may  thereupon 
Perchance  be  wrought. 

4  In  every  human  soul  remains, 

However  dim, 
Some  image  of  the  Dioty, 
Some  trace  of  Him. 

5  And  how  can  we,  then,  any  scorn 

As  fold  and  dark, 
Tliat  bear,  tlu)ui,'li  frail  and  lowly,  still 
Tiiat  holy  mark  ? 

6  And  since  His  impress  is  upon 

All  nature  seen. 
How  can  we  aught  disdain  as  common 
Or  unclean  ? 

MYKA  I1ILLA.RD. 


WASTED   FOUNTAINS. 

And  their  noblea  hare  aent  their  little  nncs  to  the  waters  :  thc7  came 
to  the  pit«  auU  (uuud  uu  Matvr.  they  rvturaol  with  Ihuir  reaacu  empty. 
Jeremiah  xtr:  3. 

1  "When  the  youthful  fever  of  the  soul 

Is  awakened  in  thee  first. 
And  thou  goest  like  Judah's  children  forth 

To  .>;lake  the  burning  thirst. 
And  when  dry  and  wasted  like  the  springs 

S()ui;ht  by  that  little  band. 
Before  thee,  in  life's  emptiness, 

Life's  broken  cisterns  stand; 

2  Up  and  onward  !  towanl  the  East 

Green  oases  thou  shalt  find, — 
Streams  that  rise  from  liiglier  sources 

Than  the  pools  thou  leavesl  behind 
Life  has  import  more  inspiring 

Tiiau  the  fancies  of  thy  youth  ; 
It  has  hopes  as  hi^jh  as  Heaven, 

It  lias  lal)or,  it  has  truth. 

3  It  has  wrongs  that  may  be  righted, 

Noble  deeds  that  may  Ihi  done  ; 
Its  great  battles  are  unfought. 

Its  great  triumphs  are  unwon. 
There  are  cru,>hed  and  broken  sjiirits, 

That  electric  thoughts  may  thrill  ; 
Lofty  dreams  to  Ix'  einlxxlied 

By  the  might  of  one  strong  will. 


4  Then;  are  (jod  and  Heaven  almve  theo. 

Wilt  thou  laiij;uisii  in  despair? 
Tread  thy  griefs  beneath  thy  feet. 

Scale  the  walls  of   Heaven  by  prayer. 
'T  is  till-  Key  of    the  Aposlhr 

That  will  open  Heaven  l)elow  ; 
'T  is  the  ladder  of  the  Patriarch, 

Whereon  angels  come  and  go. 

AKNB  CIIAKLOTTC  LTSCn. 

SHE   SAILS    BY   THE  STARS. 

1  She  is  liiunched  on  the  wave — the  goo<l  hliip  Prohibi- 

tion, 
Tile  wave  of  humanity  boundli-ss  and  free  ; 
Around  her  staunch  gunwale  in  tierce  ebnlitioii 

The  mad  waters  foam  as  she  heads  out  to  sea  ; 
White  floats  her  canvas    with    brisk   ])reezes   fanning 

her. 
Straight  steers  her  rudder,  with  strong  sinews  man- 
ning her. 
Safe  shall  her  voyage  be — cool  courage  planning  her; 
"God  and  our  country,"  lier  watchword  shall  be. 

2  What  does  she  sail  by,  the  ship  Prohibition  ? 

How  meet  the  breakers,  the  shocks  and  the  jars  ? 
How  safely  steer  olf  the  reefs  of  sedition  ? 

How  shun  the  iceberg  that  shatters  and  mars? 
Justice,  her  guiding  star,  shines  through  the  darkest 

night, 
Peace  and  prosperity  lend  her  their  lambent  light. 
Health,  hope  and  happiness  shine  on  her  ever  bright, 

Truth  is  her  compass — she  sails  by  the  stars. 

3  What  docs  she  carry,  the  ship  Prohibition, 

Under  her  breastplate  of  staunch  iron  bars  ? 
What  treasure  rare  does  she  hold  in  transition, 

Guarded  by  strong  arms  of  veteran  tars  ? 
Hope  for  the  hopeless,  now:  weeping  so  wearily. 
Help  for  the  hel(>less,  whose  hands  hang  so  drearily, 
Homes  for  the  homeless — glad  news  riiiginii  cheerily  ; 

She  carries  goixl  tidings,  who  sails  by  the  stars. 

4  She  is  out  on  the  sea — the  go<Kl  .ship  Prohibition, 

The  treacherous  se.-i  of  political  w.irs  ; 
Sweet  baby  hands  clasped  in  childish  ]>ctition. 

Sad  woman  eyes   watching   her   broail   streaming 
bars  ; 
Their  souls  deepest  sympathies  seaward  are  wending. 
Their  sad  supplications  in  unison  blending. 
Its  earnest  l)esc«'chings  to  heaven  ascending, 

"God  speed  the  sailors  who  sail  by  tlie  stars." 

5  Ho  !   seiul  out  your  pilot  !    the  ship  Prohibition 

Has  sighted  the  land,  coining  bark  from  tin-  wars; 
Prond  floats  her  ]iennant  alM)ve  competition, 

Loml  ring  the  cheers  from  her  jubilant  tars  ; 
Arms   art-   stretched    scawanl    from    waiting   heaii 

yearning, 
Souls  lifted  upw.artl  with  high  purj>ose  burning, 
Vif-lory  sails  with  her,  homeward  rfturning, 

God's  beacons  guide  her — she  sails  by  the  stars! 

lus.  Line  MramwcTaBa. 

In  "I'nioo  NgnaL* 

Mcmpliia  Trnn..  Aim..  UM. 


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JOIN  THE  HOME  PROTECTION  ARMY. 


Words  aad  Mtuic  by  Mrs.  GEO.  CLINTON  SMITH. 


DfET. 


cheeks 

so 

finds 


and  eyes     of     a    -    zure;    Smiles    like  those 
ber  paths    of    vir    -  tiie,       Know      not     of 
hei  loved  ones  yield  -  ing       Blind    -  ly       to 


the    an  -  gels    wear, 
our  grief    to  -    day, 
the  mad'ning     bowl. 


Ah! 

Or 

Ah! 


my    boy 

your  hearts 

ye      lit 


was 

would, 

tie 


^ 


«=* 


Sz-k-^ 


T-— ;5^    ^    1^  r^pS    »- 


t"  '^^ 


brave  and      no  -  ble,  Kind   and  gen  -  tie,  fond       and  true,     Till 
sym  -  pa  -    tliiz-ing,  .Join  with  ours    to    right    this  wrong.  That 
feel      the       sor- row  That      a    sis  -  ler's  heart   must  know,  When 


the  de  -  nion  drink 
en  -  gulfs  the  land 
she    sees     her        fa    - 


enslaved  him. 
In  mourning, 
ther,  brother, 


■^=2.        1-^-^-^        1-*-- 


Chobus, 


Then    my     heart  first      sor  -  row      knew.  Friends  of    temp'rance,  rise  with        vig    -  or,  La  -  bor    in        the 
And    calls    forth      a         mi  -  uor       song. 
Tread   the    path    that    leads     to        woe. 


^ 


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--_W_-L 


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^^ 


J—s  -•- 


-^^ 


1 


s^SeB 


Lome  protection,  home  protectiou, 


TEMPERANCE     PARLOR  ENTERTAINMENTS.     UOME  PROTECTION. 


COi^ 


PROHIBITION. 

READ   AT  LAKE  ULLFF    COXVENTIOX,    ISSl. 

1  111  tho  (lays  that  are  past, 

Wlicii  our  i;ran(lsiri'.s  wore  yoiiii;,'. 
Tlu'ie  were  knights,  strong  lUitl  brave. 

Who  to  "  fairo  lady^'s  "  s»'>g  J 
Wlio  pledged  on  tlicir  hincca 

Their  honor  and  faitli, 
And  vowed  to  be  coiistaut 

And  loyal  till  death. 

2  Those  chivalrous  days 

With  their  valor  are  gone, 
Yet  modern  kiiiglits 

With  tiieir  full  armor  on, 
Are  marshalled  lu'lore  her 

Their  pledges  to  mako 
To  this,  their  fair  lady, 

Onr  beautiful  lake. 
She  fills  up  each  glass, 

As  they  bow  at  her  shrine. 
Yet  firmly  forbids  theiu 

To  pledge  her  in  wine. 
'Tis  clear  sparkling  water 

She  lifts  to  their  view, 
And  urges  them  forward 

To  dare  and  to  do. 
Let  tliis  be  the  motto 

Engraved  on  your  shield : 
"  'T  is  through  Prohibition 
Rum's  bulwarks  must  yield." 
8  Oh  !  now,  most  of  all. 

When  a  mother  and  wife 
Are  bending  iu  tears 

O'er  a  slow  ebbing  life, 
When  the  nation's  great  |)ulso 

Throbs  and  quivers  with  paia 
For  him  who,  perchance, 

May  not  rally  again. 
We  think  of  the  mourners- 
rale,  haggard  and  thin — 
Made  widows  and  orj)hau3 

By  wliiskey  and  gin  ; 
Of  maniiood  despoiled 

liv  a  deatllier  blow 
Than  ever  was  hurle<l 
By  a  Booth  or  Guitcau. 
4  When  tho  terrible  truth 

That  our  Lincoln  was  dead 
Was  tiashed  over  the  wires, 

We  shuddered  with  dread  ; 
But  'twas  only  the  clay 

That  we  placed  'neath  the  sod. 
The  soul  of  our  chief 

Mounted  upward  to  God, 
And  angels  came  forth 

In  a  worshipping  crowd, 
With  snowy  wings  folded. 
Aud  shining  heads  bowed, 


To  touch  but  the  hem 

Ol    the  garnieiitJi  of  one 
Whose  life-work  was  grandly 

And  fearlessly  done  ; 
W^ho  dashed  from  the  bondmua 

His  fetters  and  goad, 
And  thus  upon  millions 

Blest  freedom  bestowed. 

5  And  Garfield — Ifiiow  ye 

That  sui-h  men  cannot  die! 
The  licnj  may  wounded 

And  sufTering  lie. 
But  his  courage  and  firnuiesg. 

And  patience  and  trust. 
Will  live  when  the  perishing 

Body  is  dust. 
And  she,  the  worn  watcher. 

Whose  eyes  may  not  dim 
"While  bravely  imparting 

Fresh  courage  to  him, 
Her  anguish  all  hidden, 

Her  grief  so  intense 
Concealed  through  these  hours 

Of  awful  suspense. 
To  what  shall  we  liken 

The  wound  of  the  heart. 
Inflicted  on  her 

By  the  miscreant's  dart  ? 

6  And  have  we  a  type 

Of  the  mother  whose  arm 
Reached  out  for  her  "  baby  " 

To  shield  him  from  harm  ? 
Who  wondered  why  danger 

Should  threaten  her  "  boy," 
The  light  of  her  life, 

And  her  widowhood's  joy  1 

7  Yes,  yes !  there  arc  thousands 

Of  homesteads  tonlay, 
Where  wives  sit  in  tears 

By  their  idols  of  clay, 
Where  wounds,  deep  and  mort;d, 

Show  deailly  work  done, 
With  weapons  more  fatal 

Than  pistol  or  gun. 
Where  silver-haired  mothers, 

Half  wihl  from  alarms, 
Look  vacantly  down 

On  their  |)Oor  empty  anna. 
And,  shivi-ring,  sub, 

"  O  my  baby — my  son  ! 
Once  noble  and  pure. 

But  now  lo>t  and  undone  1 
Mv  cliilil  never  liarnn  <l  liim, 

And  yet  he  !nu>t  fall. 
I'iercefl,  wounded  to  death 

By  the  rumsullur's  ball." 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


8  Poor  motliors  !    crushed  wives  I 

Your  petitions  arc  lioard, 
Jt'liovali  is  witii  you, 

Our  cauip  has  bet'ii  stirred, 
We  are  souu<liu£r  the  Sigtud 

Of  wliiskey's  defeat, 
And  trust  soon  to  make  it 

Assured  and  complete. 


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13  Then,  sisters,  arouse  je ! 

Press  forward  to  wiu  ; 
Let  your  reformation 

In  justice  begin. 
By  concert  of  action, 

Henceforward  declare 
Your  right,  as  free  women, 

Tlie  franciiise  to  siiare  ; 
Your  right  to  proclaim 

That  the  man-traps  shall  move 
Beyond  reach  of  your  son, 

And  the  husband  you  love ; 
Your  right  to  assist 

Witii  your  votes  and  your  purse 
In  freeing  our  land 

Of  this  terrible  curse. 


KATE   HA BBI KOTOW, 

Lake  Bluff.  1881. 


10  And  what  shall  wc  say 

To  the  women  who  stand 
Like  cities  of  refuge 

Throughout  our  broad  land? 
Who  tread  the  dark  alleys — 

The  bv-ways  of  sin — 
To  lift  up  the  fallen 

And  gather  them  in  ? 
Who  murmur  (dear  hearts) 

O'er  each  wandering  one, 
Smoothing  back  the  damp  locks, 

"  He  was  some  mother's  son." 

1 1  Or,  finding  a  starving 

And  hinirtbroken  wife, 
From  sympatliy  moan, 

"  Slie,  perchance,  w'as  the  life, 
The  joy  of  the  home 

That  her  presence  once  blest — 
By  fatlu^r  protected. 

By  mother  caressed." 

12  This.  tJiia  I  would  say 

To  liie  grand  working  throng 
Who  are  roiling  the  ball 

Prohibition  along  : 
No  woman  with  sons 

Or  with  daughters  should  pause 
Till  she  be  a  sharer 

In  framing  our  laws  ; 
Till  tlie  den  of  the  gambler, 

The  gilded  saloon, 
Whose  breath  is  more  fatal 

Than  fiercest  simoon. 
Are  swept  from  the  land 

Tln-y  have  withered  with  blight, 
By  I  lie  votes  of  the  women 

Kow  i)leading  for  right. 


BEFORE    DAWN. 

1  Lon^  is  the  night,  and  we  ride 

Into  the  east,  it  seems. 
Friend  and  foe  at  our  side, 

Through  a  laud  of  shadows  and  dreams. 

2  Voices  to  left  and  right 

Out  of  tlie  darkness  call, 
"  Travellers,  what  of  the  night  ?  " 
Wayfarers,  wanderers,  all ! 

3  From  magical  gardens  behind. 

Songs  and  sweet  echoes  enthrall : 
"  Lo,  here  are  your  idols  enshrined  ! 
Return  for  the  flowers  you  let  full ! " 

4  Ah,  never ! — forever  away 

Through  the  dark  and  the  mist  we  speed, 
Born  on  the  unknown  day. 
And  the  echoing  songs  recede. 

5  Loomoth  a  watch-tower  tall ; 

"  Watchman,  what  of  the  night  ?  " 
For,  behold,  in  the  windowed  wall 
Surely  there  shineth  a  light. 

6  But  dumb  is  the  oracle,  cold 

Is  the  window  emj)ty  and  high. 
And  the  light  it  seemeth  to  hold 
Is  a  star  in  the  eastern  sky. 

7  Prophet,  poet,  and  saint 

Have  said  that  a  dawn  will  break; 
But  chilled  by  the  darkness,  we  faint. 
Will  those  who  are  sleeping  awake? 

8  They  have  slept  so  long  and  so  deep ! 

Our  luiarts  are  aweary,  our  eyes 
Are  heavy  :  we  too  must  shup. 

Shall  we  wake  with  the  Day  in  the  skies  ? 

ANNA   IIOYNTON. 
*'  Lippincott's  Magazine. ' 


TEMPKRASCE.    PARLOR  ESTERTAl\.Vr.NTS.     HOME  PROTECTlOIf. 


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LE    MENU. 

At  a  Jliincr-party  eireii  to  one  of  our  eelebtmteJ  arm;  affloen  on  lbs 
occanlim  (.r  liU  lilrttulny,  tlitj  "Mouu,"  piiUulio.1  In  tUo  i»\>m  ..f  iha 
next  iiioruiiik-.wiu  »  poetical  cataluuge  ofwtuea  aud  TlauJj,ouiuiueuclu(: 

"  F^ill  up  tlio  glass  !  wo  drink  to-night 
To  the  (lark  thiys  of  tlio  ii:tiion. 
Wo  tlriiik  to  (hiys  wo  can  I  forjjet. 
Of  camp,  ami  gun,  anil  ration." 
And  suu'gt'stc'il  the  following  \wv\i\ : — 

1  Drink,  drink,  drink  ! 

Kiich  Itrand  of  tlio  Nation's  curse; 
Drink,  drink,  drink  ! 

And  dtfds  of  tin-  bnivo  nh<'nrs<> ; 
But  know — a  natural  law  conlrolN — 
Tiioiinh  you  litt'd  it  not,  you  must  swallow  bouIh, 
For  men  are  watching  your  ranks  to  swell 
Whoso  ruined  lives  may  your  intlueucc  tell. 

2  Drink,  drink,  drink  I 

III  8|>ito  of  our  "  woman's  fears." 
Drink,  drink,  drink  ! 

Ill  spite  of  our  prayers  and  tears. 
The  foes  of  our  home  with  a  subtle  dart. 
Have  taken  aim  at  the  Nation's  heart ; 
And  many  who  fought  by  our  brave  who  died, 
Are  fighting  now  on  the  foemau's  side. 

3  Drink,  drink,  drink  ! 

Our  boys  !  —  Must  they  follow  still  ? 
Drink,  drink,  drink  ! 

Ah  !   worse  than  bullets  can  kill  ! 
Gml  speed  the  day  when  with  might  ^livine. 
Some  bold,  brave  leader  shall  coiMjuer  wine, 
Ami  win  a  victory  |)ure  that  may 
Protect  our  homes  aud  our  loved  for  aye ! 

LYDIA  U.  TILTOW. 


PROHIBITION. 

Oh  !   think  of  the  homes  made  desolate 

Hy  the  ruby,  sparkling  bowls  ! 
And  think  of  tlie  hearts  tiiat  are  breaking 

For  the  lost  and  ruined  .souls 
Of  fathers,  husbands,  brotiiers, 

Led  on  to  drunkards'  graves 
By  the  Demon  Drink,  who  bound  thcra, 

His  hopeless,  helpless  slaves! 

In  mercy  snatch  the  brimming  rnp 

From  thy  faltering  brother's  grasp. 
And  tht!  hand  that  felt  the  serpent's  sting 

In  h)vini;  kindinjss  clasp  ; 
Ami  lead  him  from  the  tottering  brink 

Before  it  In-  too  lale. 
Be  up  and  doing!     Tliere's  no  tim«! 

To  lin;:er  nor  to  wait. 


Then  let  us  jiray  that  God  will  bless 

Tin!  iKibie  temperance  cause  ; 
That  prohibition  soon  may  bo 

Olio  of  tho  Nation's  laws. 
How  grand  't  would  be  for  us  to  know 

That  from  eiidi  j>oIe  to  pole 
The  rulers  of  the  world  would  pass 

A  Veto  ou  the  bowl. 


CI.III>  M.  ADAKa. 

rituton,  Pa.  ItN. 

Ill  "f;ciiuo{  Poatry.** 


A    STRIKE    AGAINST    ALCOHOL. 

1  A  grand  strike  is  surely  |)eiiding, 

Rally,  Christians,  one  and  all ; 
Strike  !  against  the  cruel  wages 

Of  the  tyrant.  Alcohol. 
He  defrauds  you  of  your  earnings. 

Of  vour  maiilio(Hl,  and  gooil  name, 
While  he  pays  in  wretched  coinage, 

That  can  bring  you  only  shame. 

2  He  is  asking  for  your  favor. 

In  the  ]iittance  that  he  pays 
For  the  privilege  of  murder 

In  our  alleys  and  highways  ; 
For  the  blackest  crimes  commiltt^^l 

O'er  the  nation,  one  and  all, 
Are  incited  by  the  fury 

Of  the  demon  Alcohol. 

3  Our  dark  prison  walls  are  telling 

Of  his  fearful  deeils  of  blootl ; 
And  a  title  of  crime  is  surging 

O'er  the  nation,  like  a  H<M>d  ; 
Fraud,  'mid  splendor  in  high  ]ilacCR, 

Want  and  wretchedness,  in  low, 
Is  the  jirice  that  we  are  paying 

For  our  liquor  revenue. 

•1   lie  alone  couhl  send  the  bullet 

Through  our  noble  Lin(*oln's  brain  : 
He  alone  applies  the  torches 

To  the  tierce,  deatli-<lealing  tntin  ; 
Eagerly  he  chisps  the  pistol. 

ISraiidishes  the  glittering  knife; 
Tlirusts  aside  the  angel,  Mercy, 

As  she  ple.iils  for  precious  life. 

5  Will  you  longer  serve  the  robl>er? 

Shall  his  stealthy  jewelle«l  hand 

Clasp  tho  fetters  that  enslave  you, 

Alijcct  slave  at  his  commn^ml  ? 
Scorn  his  brilx-s,  and  spurn  his  proffers. 

Rally,  brothers  I   one  and  all  ; 
Strike  against  the  cruel  w.-iges 
Of  the  tyrant.  Alcohol. 

MiiK.  LI  I T  H.  wAanmcrmii.    t 
mm  "  Eakoa  of  8m«.*  br  l 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


FALTER  WHO   MAY,   FOLLOW  WHO  DARE  1 

1  The  voice  is  the  voice  of  a  leader, 

Tlic  words  ring  in  the  air ; 
"  All  \e  who  may  not  falter, 
Follow  all  ye  who  dare!" 

2  To-<lay  is  the  day  of  a  battle, 

The  brunt  is  hard  to  bear ; 
^taiid  back  all  ye  who  falter, 
Make  room  for  them  who  dare ! 
8  The  fight  is  the  fight  for  Freedom, 
The  colors  are  God's  we  wear ; 
O  coward  souls  who  falter, 

Make  room  for  them  who  dare  ! 

4  By  twos  and  by  threes  we  are  stronger 

Than  the  powers  of  the  air ; 
"We  need  you  not  who  falter, 
Stand  off  from  them  who  dare! 

5  The  thrones  and  the  kingdoms  are  rocking. 

The  tyrants  in  despair; 
For  help  to  you  who  falter. 
Will  flee  from  them  who  dare ! 

6  The  voice  is  the  voice  of  a  leader, 

The  words  ring  in  the  air, 
"  All  ye  who  may  not  falter. 
Follow  all  ye  who  dare  I 

7  For  the  cup  in  the  Lord's  hand  gloweth, 

Follow  )'e  on  with  prayer ; 
It  is  death  if  you  but  falter, 
It  is  life  if  you  but  dare  !  " 

HELEN  HUNT.    May,  1867. 


TO   THE    RESCQE. 

DEDICATED  TO  THE   PEOPLE,   ON  BEHALF  OF 
PKOHIBITION. 

1  In  a  home  of  destitution, 

Lies  a  woman  once  so  fair. 
That  the  Angels  bending  o'er  her 

Kissed  the  bright  threads  of  her  hair; 
Watclied  how  her  soul's  pure  shadow 

Flitted  o'er  her  baby  face, 
Whispered  "  Near  the  Land  of  Calv'ry, 
Waits  for  her  a  shining  place." 
Chorus. —  To  the  rescue  !  To  the  rescue ! 
Help  her  to  that  heavenly  place  ! 

2  But  that  hair  now,  dark  and  matted 

Lies  upon  the  filthy  floor ; 
Straying  from  a  brow  besotted. 
Kissed  by  angel  lips  no  more. 
An<l  a  dark  and  ghastly  shadow 

Broods  above  her  woman  face. 
And  the  angels  weep  beside  her 
For  the  vacant  heavenly  place. 
To  the  rescue !  To  the  rescue ! 
Help  her  to  that  heavenly  place ! 


3  At  her  breast  a  puny  infant ; 

And  the  baby's  wail  goes  up, 
Crying  to  the  God  of  Abel 
'Gainst  the  alcholic  cup. 
O  ye  wise  and  noble  Statesmen  I 

O  ye  ladies  fair  and  fine  ! 
Stop  your  ears  against  its  wailing, 

God  shall  close  Jlis  ears  'gainst  thine. 
To  the  rescue  !  To  the  rescue ! 
Save  her  child  and  God  save  thine. 

4  Listen  !  Hear  that  mother  crying, 

"  I  am  poisoning  my  child  ! 
And  I  know  it !  Oh  !  I  know  it ! 
And  it  almost  makes  me  wild  ! 
'  T  is  the  rum-shops  !  'T  is  the  dram-shops ! 

For  I  cannot  pass  them  by  ! 
Oh  !  the  demon  drags  me  to  them ! 
Will  men  never  hear  my  cry  ? 
To  the  rescue  !   To  the  rescue ! 
Men  and  women,  hear  her  cry  ! 

5  0  ye  Christian  Legislators  ! 

O  ye  freemen,  ballot-armed ! 
List  the  wail  of  thousand  mothers, 

And  the  infants  in  their  arms 
Crying  to  the  God  of  Abel, 

And  Jle  listens.     Will  ye  not? 
Drive  the  tempter  from  the  nation  ! 

Cleanse  your  brows  of  Cain's  foul  blot! 
To  the  rescue  !  To  the  rescue  ? 
Banish  rum-shops  !   Will  ye  not ! 

MRS.  H.  N.  K.  OOFF.  by  per. 

Set  to  Music  by  dr.  thos.  h.  peacock. 

Published  by  Azru  GoS,  Fhiladeiphia. 


NOT    ALONE. 

■  Commit  thy  way  unto  Him,  trust  also  in  Him  and  He  shall  bring  it  to  pass. 

Psalms:  xxjtvii  :  5. 

"  Castiug  all  your  care  upon  Him,  for  He  careth  for  you."  i  Peter  v :  7" 

1  O  pilgrim  worn  and  weary, 

Op])ressed  with  toil  and  care. 
When  life  seems  dark  and  dreary, 

Bring  all  to  God  in  prayer. 
He  knoweth  every  sorrow 

He  feeloth  every  jiain, 
Then  trust  Him  for  the  morrow 

Thou  shalt  not  trust  in  vain. 

2  When  tcm]iests  gather  o'er  fhee 

And  (lays  grow  chill  and  drear. 
When  all  seems  dark  before  thee 

With  srarc(!  a  ray  to  cheer  ; 
Then  go  to  Him  who  loves  thee 

And  tell  Him  all  thy  care, 
For  He  is  strong  and  loving 

And  He  will  hear  thy  prayer. 


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3  Go  tell  Ilim  all  tliy  sorrow. 

Tell  Iliiii  tliy  toil-i  and  ti-ars, 
Comiiiil  to  lliiii  tcHiiiorrow 

Willi  all  its  liopos  aii<l  fears. 
Tru>t  Him  who  rules  tin-  leiiipest, 

Who  trusts  Ilim  shall  not  tail. 
The  Lord  .Jehovah  rei;iiielh  ! 

And  Justice  shall  prevail ! 

4  Ah  !  not  alone  we  struggle ! 

We  have  a  Friend  on  hiirh ! 
Then  hear  to  Him  thy  Imrden, 

He  heartith  when  we  cry. 
The  weariness  and  watching 

Kndnre  for  hut  a  night ! 
A  brighter  day  is  dawning, 

Joy  cometh  with  the  light ! 

ANNA  IIiiLroKE  HOWARD.  18SS. 

DAILY   STRENGTH    FOR    DAILY    DUTIES. 

1  Open  the  East  Gate  now. 

And  let  the  day  come  in, 
The  day  with  unstained  brow, 

Untouclied  by  care  or  sin. 
For  her  wo  wateli  and  wail. 

Wait  with  tlie  binls  and  dew  ; 
Ol)en  the  Eastern  (Jatc, 

And  let  the  daylight  through. 

2  Unlift  thy  daily  toil 

Witli  brain  all  fresh  and  clear, 
Strong  hands  that  have  no  soil, 

And  heart  untouched  by  fear. 
Marcliing  unto  thy  noon. 

Marching  unto  thy  rest — 
When  shadows  lengthen,  soon 

Comes  c;ilm  and  peaceful  rest. 
8  Open  the  Western  Gate, 

And  let  the  ilavli'dit  go 
In  pomp  of  royal  state. 

In  rose  and  amber  glow. 
It  is  so  late,  so  late, 

The  birds  sing  sweet  and  low- 
Open  the  Western  (Jate 

And  let  the  daylight  go. 

4  Lay  down  tby  daily  toil, 

Glail  of  thy  labor  done, 
Glad  of  the  night's  assoil. 

Glad  of   thy  wages  won  ; 
Witli  hearts  that  foixlly  wait. 

With  grateful  hearts  aglow, 
Pray  at  the  Wt-.steni  Gale 

And  let  the  daylight  go. 

5  Pray  at  the  Eastern  gate 

For  all  the  day  can  ask ; 
Pray  at  the  We.-.tern  (Jate. 

Holding  thy  finished  task. 
It  waxeth  late,  so  late. 

The  night  falls  cold  and  gray  ; 
But  through  Life's  Western  (iate 

Dawus  Life's  Eternal  Day. 

MARY  A.   BURB. 


OUR    FAILURES.    HIS   SUCCESSES. 

1  When  we  have  tried  with  all  our  best  endeavor, 

And  spared  our  work  no  cost, 
It  is  not  well  to  sit  us  down  for  failure, 
And  eouni  tiie  battle  lost. 

2  For  (Jod  may  liave  a  hurer  way  of  reckoning, 

And  call  our  los.sos  gain. 
Better  to  save  our  strength  for  untried  conflicts, 
Not  waste  in  bootless  pain. 

3  I  think  the  (Jod  of  justice  will  not  ask  us 

To  open  His  closed  door  ; 
Unless  He  swing  it  wide  for  our  ingoing. 
We  nee<l  not  watch  it  more. 

4  I  think  the  God  of  pity  our  hand  closes, 

Lest  we  cast  down  our  pearl 
Before  the  feet  he  knows  would  only  trample, 
And  back  our  sweet  gift  hurl. 

5  I  think  the  watchful  F'ather  stays  our  footsteps 

When  just  outside  love's  door, 
And  see  us  wreck  our  boat  against  the  quicksand 
In  sight  of  longed-for  shore. 

6  And  still  He  says  to  us  :  "  Ye  are  my  children. 

If  j'e  <lo  my  commands." 
We  haste  to  (lo  them,  but  His  bands  surround  us. 
And  hold  our  willing  hands. 

7  But  if  the  heart  is  loyal,  willing,  eager, 

And  turns  the  appointed  way. 
If  we  begin,  and  (Jod's  cross-purpose  frustrates. 
He  calls  it,  we  obey. 

8  Our  evening  time  may  be  all  light  with  glory 

Our  day's  success  has  won, 
Since  (Jod  has  counted  all  our  faithful  efforts, 
As  liuished  work,  well  done. 

MI8.S  A.  C.  HCAMMKLL. 
Uiilarl,  Ham.    U8L 


MARINERS. 

1  We  are  mariners  and  God  the  sea, 

And  though  we  make  false  reckonings  and  run 
Wide  of  a  righteous  course  and  are  undone, 
Out  of  His  deeps  of  love  we  cannot  be. 

2  For,  by  those  heavy  strokes  we  misname  ill. 

Through  the  lierce  lire  of  sin,  this  tempering  doubt, 
Our  natures  more  and  more  are  beaten  out. 
To  perfecter  rcfiectious  of  Ilid  will. 

AUCK  CART. 


NIGHT  BRINGETH   COUNSEL. 

1  To  tired  brain  and  aching  head. 
To  those  who  through  the  day. 
With  miml  distres.se<l,  have  toile<l  for  bread, 
Well-nigh  Utn  weary  e'en  to  pray  ; 
To  such  night  bringeth  counsel 


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2  To  those  perplexed  aldne  in  mi  ml. 

Whose  doubts  liavc  l);mi>licd  sicop, 
AVIio  wvixry  waltli  and  vi-,ril  i<c(  p  ; 
"Vyiio've  soui,dit  ill  vain,  all  day,  to  find 
The  needed  .stren-rtli  or  Helper  kind, 
To  such  niglu  bringeth  counsel. 

3  Perchance  ihev  find  iiight's  quiet  rest 

Can  all  their  doubts  dispel ; 
And  learn  to  say,  "  He  knoweth  best 

Who  doetli  all  things  well  ; 
And  surely  He  will  give  the  light 
We  seek  to  do  our  work  aright." 
To  us  night  brrngeth  counsel. 

4  0  blessed  night  I  with  darkness  crowned, 
In  thy  sweet  silence  we  have  fouud 

Help  in  our  precious  need. 
Refreshed  we  rise  to  meet  the  strife 
'T  wixt  right  and  wrong  in  daily  life 

Which  waits  us  all.     To  us  indeed 
Is'ight  hath  brought  counsel. 

MAKOAIIET  D, 

COUNSEL. 

1  Strive  not  to  fill  an  angel's  part 

Without  an  angel's  wing ; 
But,  as  it  is,  thy  human  heart 

To  God,  thy  Maker,  bring. 
His  patience  never  doth  abate 

Howe'er  we  sin  and  fall  ; 
Be  patient  with  thyself,  and  wait 

Till  patience  conquers  all. 

2  Grieve  never  that  thy  daily  task 

A  homely  outline  shows  ; 
For  bulbs  unsightly  oft  may  mask 

The  sweetest  flower  that  blows. 
The  work  so  light  esteemed  may  gain 

A  place,  and  claim  a  power 
That  works  far  grander  seek  in  vain 

Though  unto  heaven  they  tower. 

3  Look  not  without  for  blame  or  praise, 

Look  upward  and  within  ; 
And  through  the  swift  revolving  days, 

With  each  thy  task  begin. 
And  lo  1  as  grows  the  kiii<:ly  tree 

By  force  of  upward  might. 
Thy  life  to  those  around  siiall  be 

Majestic,  strong  and  brigiit. 

4  With  patience  work,  with  gladness  love, 

Nor  seek  results  to  scan  ; 
Who  works,  but  will  not  wait,  must  prove 

A  discord  in  (iod's  jilan. 
Let  body,  mind,  and  soul  and  will 

To  lalior  be  addn-ssed — 
Press  thou  with  courage  onward  still, 

And  leave  to  Him  the  rest. 

Al.ln  I'.  JKNNINQS.     1RS3 
Froui  "Tliu  CluuUuiquiiti." 


ONE   SEED. 

1  ft  chanced — upon  a  certain  time, 
A  traveller,  in  an  Eastern  clime, 
Whirling  away  an  idle  hour, 
Roaming  the  woods — espied  a  flower! 

So  strangely  beautiful,  he  gathered,  pressed  with 

care. 
To  study  with  more  time,  its  beauty  rare. 

2  Returning  homeward  to  his  native  land, 
The  book  was  opened  by  a  careless  hand. 
The  flower — crushed — was  thrown  away. 
Lost  was  it?  wait!  One  spring-time  day 
A  tiny  leaflet  peeped  above  the  ground ; ' 
The  coming  days,  another  and  another  fouud. 

3  Warm  winds,  sun,  rain,  and  dew, 
Nourished  the  plant,  until  it  grew 
Its  natural  size  :  to  buds  gave  birth  ; 

And  from  the  buds,  fair,  glorious  blooms  burst 

forth  ! 
Again  the  traveller  idly  passing  by, 
Deligiited,  the  strange  flower  again  does  spv  ! 
Gazes  btnvildered  ;  "  It  is  but  aTdream  I  fear. 
How  is  it  possible,  the  plant  is  here .!"' 

4  He  did  not  know  a  seed  lodged  in  the  book 
With  the  crushed  flower,  fell  in  this  sunny  nook, 
Took  heart,  and  sunward  groped  and  pushed  its  way. 
Grew  stronger,  taller  each  returning  <lay. 
Unwavering,  steadfast,  it  performed  its  duty, 
Until  a  sturdy  plant  grew,   robed  iu  wondrous 

beauty. 

5  Of  trusting  perseverance,  a  memorial  wlorous ; 
A  cheering  symbol  to  weak  hearts,  and  dolorous. 
With  every  bloom  the  seed  was  multiplied. 
Gathered,  and  scattered  far  and  wide ; 

Till  over  all  the  world  its  mates  were  sown; 
The  plant,  admired  and  loved  wherever  known. 

6  Let  us,  'gainst  intemperance  strive  to  cope, 
A  lesson  learn  from  this  of  faith  and  lioj)e. 
Though  we  be  few,  and  met  with  scorn  and  sneer. 
Keep  we  our  lights  a-burning  bright  and  clear. 

A  constant  dropping  wears  and  clefts  a  stone, 
A  constant  warfare  will  King  Alcohol  dethrone. 

7  Be  not  discouraged !  Take  for  guide,  the  seed ; 
Remembering  this !  The  greater  is  the  need 
Of  work,  the  strong(>r  must  we  work  ; 
Leave  not  a  cranny  where  the  curse  may  lurk. 

8  E'en  though  our  eyes  may  not  behold  the  d.iy 
That  sees  intemperance  lose  its  wretched  sway. 
Sumd  firm  !    Let  us  not  weary  be 

In  doing  well.     Some  will  the  reajiing  see; 
Let  us  faint  not !  but  work,  hand  clasped  in  hand, 
*'  For  God,  and  home,  and  native  land  !  " 

MRS.   EMMA  L.  A.  Pt'FFER-     1885. 


TEMPERANCE  ENTERTAINMENTS.    ENCOURAOEMENT  FOR  THE  TOILINO  ONES. 

Sirs.  m.  ^,  mm. 


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AWAKE   TO    EFFORT. 

1  Awake  to  effort  wliilo  the  (l:iy  is  sliiiiinu, 

Tlur  time  to  labor  will  not  alwavs  last  ; 
And  no  n'j^ret,  repentanee,  nor  repininj^, 

Can  brini;  to  us  ajjain  the  buried  |>ast. 
The  silent  sands  of  life  are  failing  fast ; 

Time  tells  our  busy  pulses,  one  by  one, 
Anil  shall  our  work,  so  needful  and  so  vast, 

Be  all  eonipleted,  or  but  just  begun, 

■When   twilight  shadows  vail   life's  dim  departing 
sun  ? 

2  What  duties  have  our  idle  hands  neglected  ? 

What  useful  lessons  have  we  learned  and  taught  ? 
What   warmth,   what   radiance    have   our    minds  re- 
flected ? 

What  rich  and  rare  materials  have  we  brought 
For  deep  investigation,  earnest  thought  ? 

Concealed  within  the  soul's  unfathomed  mine, 
IIow  many  a  sparkling  gem  remains  unwrought. 

That  Industry  might  place  on  Learning's  shrine. 

Or  lavish  on  the  world,  to  further  Ciod's  design  ! 

3  The  smallest  hark  on  life's  tunndtuous  ocean, 

Will  leave  a  track  behind  for  evermore  ; 
The  lightest  wave  of  influence,  set  in  motion, 

Extends  and  widens  to  the  eternal  shore. 
We  should  be  wary,  then,  who  go  before 

A  myriad  yet  to  be,  and  we  should  take 
Our  blaring  carefully  when;  breakers  roar. 

Anil  fearful  tem|iests  gather;  one  mistake 

May  wreck  unuumbered  barks  that  follow  in  our 
wake. 

4  To  effort !  ye  whom  God  has  nobly  gifted 

With  that  prevailing  power,  undying  song; 
For  human  good  Kt  every  hand  be  lifted. 

For  human  gooil  let  every  heart  be  strong. 
Is  there  no  crving  sin,  no  grievous  wronjr. 

That  ye  may  help  to  weaken  or  repress? 
In  wayside  hut  and  hovel — 'midst  the  throng 

Down-trodden  by  privation  and  distress — 

Is  there  no  stricken  lieart  ye  can  cheer  and  bless  ? 

5  Sing  idle  [songs]  lays  to  idle  harps  no  longer : 

(Jo  peal  an  anthem  at  the  gate  of  heaven — 
Exertion  makes  the  fainting  spirit  stronger — 

Sing  till  the  bonds  of   Ignorance  are  riven. 
Till  dark  Oppression  from  the  earth  is  driven  ; 

Sing  till  from  every  land  and  every  sea 
One  universal  triumph-song  is  riven, 

To  hail  the  long-<-xpected  jubilee. 

When  every  bond  is  broke  and  every  vassal  free, 
fi  And  ye,  whose  birthright  is  the  glorious  dower 

Of  eloquence,  to  tiirill  tlie  iunnnrtal  soul! 
Use  not  unwisclv  the  transccndint  power 

To  waken,  guide,  restrain,  tlirect,  control 
The  heart's  deep,  earnest  feelings  ;  let  the  goal 

Of  yo»ir  andiition  l>e.  a  name  en>hrined 
By  love  and  gratitude  «|>«)n  the  scroll. 

Where  generations  y<"t  unl>orn  shall  find 

The  deathless  deeds  of  those  who  loved  and  blessed. 

■ARAU    T.  BOLTilX. 


Ladr  Willie,  k  wiiiiuui  •>(  IiIkIi  atloliiiiichU,  viu  burn  In  IreUod.  a- 
bout  the  y.«r  13.10.  uij  ii  at  |)ri-«.ut  a  r>i.Miiil  .if  ly.n.Ii.ti.  EusUnd. 
Her  •Ml.  Owar  Wilde.  It  well  kiioini  u  the  a|«iiUe  of  lieaiilr. 

Mri.  WiMe  luu|>ubli«lietlkTnlunie  of  pijvnM.  mjuiyiif  which  >f>pe«red 
je»n  nft  under  the  iiom  ilc  |iluiuo  uf  ••Si>er»iiza."  in  the  ItuUin  SniUm. 
She  i>  Terjr  lattriutic.  an'l  in  full  sjmipatliy  with  all  moTeioenu  that 
hare  for  their  ubjoct  the  be«t  iiiteruiit«  of  her  iiatire  laud. 

MAN'S    MISSION. 

1  Human  lives  are  silent  teaching. 

He  they  earnest,  mild,  and  true; 
Noble  deeds  are  noblest  preaching 

From  the  consecrated  few. 
Poet-1'riests  their  anthems  singing, 
Hero-swords  on  corslet  ringing. 

When  Truth's  banner  is  unfurled; 
Youtiiful  preachers,  genius  gifted. 
Pouring  forth  their  souls  uplifted. 

Till  their  preaching  stirs  the  world. 

2  P^ach  must  work  as  God  has  given 

Hero  hand  or  poet  soul — 
Work  is  duty,  while  we  live  in 

This  weird  world  of  sin  and  dole. 
Gentle  s|)irits,  lowly  kneeling. 
Lift  their  white  hands  uj)  appealing. 

To  the  throne  of  heaven's  King ; 

Stronger  natures,  cnlminatins' 

I.  .  .      " 

n  great  aiJtions,  incarnating 

What  another  can  but  sing. 

3  Pure  and  meek-<'yed  as  an  angel. 

We  must  strive — must  agonize  : 
We  must  preach  the  .saint's  evangel 

Ere  we  claim  the  saintly  prize. 
Work  for  all — for  work  is  holy  ; 
We  fultill  our  mission  .solely 

When,  like  heaven's  arch  al>ove. 
Blend  our  souls  in  one  emblazon. 
And  the  siK'ial  diapason 

Sounds  the  perfect  chord  of  love. 

4  Life  is  comlwt,  life  is  striving. 

Such  our  destiny  below — 
Like  a  scythed  chariot  driving 

Through  an  onwaril-|)ressini;  foe. 
Deepest  sorrow,  scorn  and  trial, 
Will  l»ut  teach  us  self-denial  ; 

Like  the  Alchemists  of  old. 
Pass  the  ore  through  cleansing  flro 
If  our  spirits  would  .osiiire 

To  be  (iod's  retined  gold. 

5  We  are  struggling  in  the  morning 

With  the  s|>irit  of  the  night. 
But  we  trample  on  its  scorning — 

Lo  I   the  eastern  sky  is  bright. 
We  niu^t  watch.     The  day  is  breaking; 
Soon,  like  Mi-mnon's  statue  waking 

With  the  suiiri-ic  into  sound. 
We  shall  raise  our  voice  to  heaven. 
Chant  a  hymn  for  coiupiest  L'iven, 

Seize  the  palm,  nor  heed  the  wound. 


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0  "Wo  must  hoiifl  our  tlionjrhts  to  earnest, 

Would  we  strike  the  idols  down  ; 
Willi  a  jjiirpose  of  the  sternest 

Taki"  the  Cross,  and  wait  the  Crown ; 
SulTeriiii,'s  human  life  can  hallow, 
tSulVt  rinirs  lead  to  Ciod's  Valiialla — 

Mei'kly  bear,  but  nobly  try, 
Like  a  man  with  soft  tears  flowing, 
Like  a  God  with  conquest  glowing, 

So  to  love,  and  work,  and  die  ! 

SPEaANZA  (UiUi,  W.  B.  WILSI). 

GOD'S    WORK. 

1  Gatliering  brands  from  the  burning. 

Plucking  them  out  of  the  fire, 
Lifting  the  sheep  that  have  wandered, 

Out  of  the  dust  and  tiie  mire  ; 
Bringing  home  sheaves  from  the  harvest 

To  hiy  at  the  Master's  feet, — 
Lord,  all  Thy  hosts  of  angels 

Must  smile  on  a  life  so  sweet. 

2  Speaking  with  fear  of  no  man, 

SjK'aking  with  love  for  all, 
Warning  the  young  and  thoughtless 

From  the  wild  beast,  "  Alcohol ;  " 
Showing  the  snares  that  the  tempter 

Weaveth  on  every  hand, — 
Lord,  all  Thy  dear,  dear  angels 

Must  smile  on  a  life  so  grand. 

3  Fighting  the  bloodless  battle 

With  a  heart  that  is  true  and  bold, 
Figlitiiig  it  not  for  glory, 

Fighting  it  not  for  gold, 
But  out  of  love  for  his  neighbor, 

And  out  of  love  for  his  Lord  ; 
I  know  that  the  hands  of  the  angels 

Will  crown  him  with  his  reward. 

4  For  whoso  works  for  the  ]\Iaster, 

And  whoso  fights  Ilis  fight 
The  angels  crown  with  a  star-wreath. 

And  it  glows  with  gems  most  bright. 
They  wear  tiiem  forever  and  ever. 

The  saints  in  that  land  of  bliss, 
And  1  know  that  heaven's  best  jewel 

Is  kept  for  a  soul  like  this. 


ELLA  WHKELSR. 


SELF. 

Pale  in  the  distant  view, 
W^herc  the  horizon's  blue 

Measures  its  rim. 
Low  lii's  tlie  far  away, 
Veiled  in  tile  hazy  day, 
Hamlet  and  forest  grey, 

Outlined  and  dim. 


2  Semblances  weird  and  briglit. 
Castles  of  prince  and  knight, 

Palaces  fair, 
Ships  that  go  sailing  by. 
And  on  the  bending  sky 
Turrets  and  domes  on  high  ( 

Loom  in  the  air. 

3  Thus  rise  serene,  sublime, 
Through  the  soft  haze  of  time, 

Far  o'er  the  plain, 
Temples  of  regal  thought, 
Castles  of  conquests  wrought. 
Ships  with  life's  treasures  fraught, 

Sailing  the  main. 

4  Oh  !  vision  soft  and  fair  ! 
Oh  !  treasures  rich  and  rare! 

They  shall  be  won. 
Only  as  thought  shall  blend, 
Only  as  friend  with  friend. 
Seeking  a  noble  end, 

Battle  we  on. 

6  Life  hath  its  evil  days, 

Time  hath  its  changeful  ways. 

But,  purpose  high. 
Truth  set  in  perfect  thought 
Great  deeds  in  concert  wrought, 
(Thou  may'st  be  counted  naught), 
These  shall  not  die. 


Mas.  B.  E.  KARCr.     1881 


CONSECRATION. 

1  I  will  work  with  all  my  might. 
While  the  Lord  shall  give  me  light. 
Soon  will  come  the  silent  night. 

2  Soon  my  toil  on  earth  must  close 
In  tliat  hour  of  calm  rejiose, 
Undisturbed  by  friends  or  foes. 

3  Should  I  therefore  now  complain 
Of  my  weariness  or  pain, 

Or  of  labor  done  in  vain  ? 

4  Rather  let  me  strive  to  be 
INIore  devoted,  Lord,  to  Thee, 
Thou  who  hast  done  all  for  me ! 

5  Grant  that  I  may  not  repine; 
IVfake  my  will  conform  to  Thine  ; 
Keep  me  by  Thy  grace  divine. 

6  Then,  though  humble  be  my  place, 
If  Thy  footsteps  I  can  trace, 

I  shall  yet  behold  Thy  face. 

7  Patient  let  nic  work  and  wait ; 
Come  the  summons  soon  or  late, 
I  shall  gladly  meet  my  fate. 


KATE  CAMERON. 


TEMPERANCE  ENTERTAINMENTS.    ENCOVRACEMEST  FOR  THE  TOILINO  ONES. 


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THE    RIVER. 

1  Far  up  on  tho  mountain  tlu;  river  begins, — 

I  saw  it,  11  tiireuil  in  the  sun. 
Then  it  grew    to   a    brook,    and    through   dell    and 
through  nook 

It  dimpled  and  danced  in  its  fun. 
A  ribbon  of  silver,  it  sparkled  along 

Over  meadows,  be-sprinkh'd  with  gold  ; 
With  a  twist  and  a  twirl,  and  a  loop  and  a  curl 

Through  tlie  pastures  the  rivulet  rolled. 

2  Then  on  to  the  valleys  it  leajjed  and  it  laughed. 

Till  it  stronger  and  stiller  became  ; 
On  its  banks  the  tall  trees  rocked  their  boughs  in  the 
breeze, 

And  the  lilies  were  tapers  aflame. 
The  children  threw  pebbles  and  shouted  with  glee, 

At  the  circles  they  made  in  the  stream, 
And  the  white  lisher-boat,  sent  so  lightly  afloat. 

Drifted  off  like  a  sail  in  a  <lream. 

3  Doep-hearted.  the  mirth  of  its  baby-life  past, 

It  toiled  for  the  grinding  of  corn  ; 
lu  shores  heard  the  beat  of  the  lumberman's  feet, 

His  raft  on  itd  current  was  borne. 
At  inlet  and  cove  where  its  harbors  were  fair. 

Vast  cities  arose  in  their  pride, 
wAjid  the  wealth  of  their  streets  came  from  beautiful 
fleets, 

Forth  launched  on  its  affluent  tide. 

4  The  glorious  river  swept  on  to  the  sea. 

The  sea  that  engirdles  the  land. 
But  I  saw  it  begin  in  a  thread  I  eouM  spin. 

Like  a  cobweb  of  silk  in  my  hand. 
And  I  thought  of  the  river  that  flows  from  the  throne; 

Of  the  love  tliat  is  deathless  and  free  ; 
Of  the  grace  of  1 1  is  peace  that  shall  ever  increase, 

Christ-given  to  you  and  to  me. 

5  Far  up  on  the  mountain  and  near  to  the  skv. 

The  cujiful  of  water  is  seen. 
That  is  brimmed  till  its  tide  carries  benisons  wide 

Where  the  dales  and  the  nu-adows  are  green. 
Is  thy  soul  like  a  cup  ?     Let  its  little  be  given. 

Not  stinted  nor  rlmrlish  to  One 
Who  will  fill  thee  with  love,  and  thy  faithfulness  prove, 

And  bless  thee  in  shadow  and  sun. 

MAKUAKrr  E    KAMOvTCR. 

New  York.  ISSa 

•  "a  a  Tinua.* 

A    CUP   OF   COLD    WATER. 

1  Only  a  cup  of  water. 

Mnt  it  was  cool  and  clear. 
And  given  with  a  pleasant  smile, 
A  kindly  word  t)f  cheer. 

2  Otdy  a  cup  of  water. 

Hut  !is  the  pilgrim  (piaffed. 
He  felt  refreshment  in  the  cup. 
And  healing  in  the  draft. 

I       •  ^'"  ''•"•Tl»»t,r»»»  l».rnni>  ih»  l«ieo(ah<»to.     Kb«  Im*  wrlMvn  utd  bawl 


.  3  Only  a  cup  of  water, 

Hut  with  it,  words  she  gave. 
Of  One  who  liveil  a  pilgrim, 
And  died  a  worM  to  save. 

4  Only  a  cuj)  of  water, 

'T  was  all  she  liad  to  give  ; 
IJut  while  life  an<l  sense  remain 
That  memory  will  live. 

5  Then  wait  not  for  aliundance. 

Give  of  your  little  store  ; 
With  gentle  word,  and  willing  hand, 
He  askelh  nothing  more. 


JVLU  M.  BKMKrrr.    laM. 

Hjuiiill«i.  Mu. 


THE   SUNRISE    NEVER    FAILED    US    YET. 

1  Upon  the  sadness  of  the  sea 
The  sunset  broods  regretfully  ; 
From  the  far,  lonely  spaces. 
Withdraws  the  wistful  after-glow. 

2  So  out  of  life  the  splendor  dies; 
So  darken  all  the  happy  skies  ; 

So  gathers  twilight,  cold  and  stern  : 
But  overheail  the  planet-s  burn. 

3  And  up  the  east  another  day 
Shall  chase  the  bitter  dark  away  ; 

What  though  our  eyes  with  tears  be  wet  ? 
The  sunrise  never  failed  us  ycC 

4  The  blush  of  dawn  mjiv  yet  restore 
Our  light  and  hope  and  joy  once  more. 
Sad  soul,  take  comfort,  nor  forget 
That  suurise  never  failed  us  yet ! 

•  CKUA  THAZTia. 


AS   ONE    HIS    MOTHER    COMFQRTETH. 

1  Thy  way  lies  over  the  mountain  road, 

The  end  thou  canst  not  see ; 
And.  chihl,  thou  hast  a  weary  load. 

Wilt  paustr  and  re.st  with  me? 
As  one  his  motlnr  comfortcth. 

So  will  I  comfort  thee. 

2  The  night  grows  ilark.  the  storm  is  wild. 

Thy  bunlen  hanl  to  Ijoar  ; 
Why  stagger  on,  thou  weary  child. 

When  I  am  here  to  share  ? 
Kay.  as  a  mother  comforteth, 

To  take  myself   thy  care. 

3  To  be  thy  refuge  from  all  harm, 

To  take  thy  grief  and  smart  ; 
To  me  the  pain,  for  thee  the  b;ilm ; 

Thou  of  myM'lf  a  [>art ; 
I  make  thy  eradle  in  my  armx. 

Thy  pillow  is  my  heart, 

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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


Tlicrc  rest  thee  now ;  in  every  sound 

Of  wind,  or  wave  or  tree, 
Hear  thou  my  whisper!  "I  have  found 

A  child  !  "     Stay  close  by  me  ! 
As  one  his  motiier  comforteth, 

So  will  1  comfort  thee. 

MAUY   L.DICKINSON,      1883^ 


CONSECRATION. 

When  with  sorrow  the  costly  anointing  is  made, 

And  all  worldly  ami  selfish  ambitions  are  laid 

Oil  the  altar  of  burninji,  and  there  sacrificed, 

Then  the  soul  with  the  blood  of  the  offering  baptized 

May  enter  the  Holy  of  Holies;  draw  near 

To  the  wonderful  Presence,  and  hear 

III  that  hollow  seclusion,  the  message  divine 

To  the  jM'ople  without,  who  seeking  a  sign 

Can  see  but  a  clouil,  not  the  glory  within, 

The  jM'ople  who  wait  in  their  blindness  and  sin 

For  the  words  of  forgiveness  and  hope,     lilest  is  he 

Whom  the  Lord  hath  appointed  His  high  priest  to  be. 

MATTIE  R.  PKAACE. 


THE    MORNING    PSALM. 

"  Road  us  a  psalm,  my  little  one." 

All  untried  day  had  just  begun. 

And,  ere  the  city's  rush  and  roar 

Came  passing  through  the  closed  home  door, 

The  family  was  hushed  to  hear 

The  youngest  child,  in  accents  clear, 

Read  from  the  Book.     A  moment's  space 

The  morning  look  died  from  each  face, — 

The  sharp,  keen  look,  that  goes  to  meet 

Opposing  force,  nor  brooks  defeat. 

"  I  will  lift  up  mine  eyes,"  she  read, 
"Unto  the  hills."     Who  was  afraid? 
What  had  the  psalm  of  pilgrim  life 
To  do  with  all  our  modern  strife 
"  Heboid,  he  that  doth  Israel  keep 
Shall  neither  slumber,  nor  shall  sleep. 
The  Lord  thy  keei)er  is,  and  He 
Thy  shade  on  thy  right  hand  shall  be ; 
The  sun  by  day  shall  not  thee  smite. 
The  moon  shall  hurt  thee  not  by  night." 

And  the  child  finished  the  old  psalm  ; 

And  those  who  heard  grew  strong  and  calm  ; 

The  music  of  the  Hebrew  words 

Thrilled  tlinn  like  sweet  remembered  chords, 

And  brought  the  heights  of  yesterday 

Down  to  the  lowlands  of  to-day, 

And  seemed  to  lend  to  common  things 

A  mystery  as  of  light  ami  wiiii:s; 

And  each  one  felt  in  gladsome  mood, 

And  life  was  beautiful  and  ;roo<l. 


4  Then  forth,  where  duty's  clarion  call 
Was  heard,  the  household  hastened  all. 
In  crowded  haunts  of  busy  men 

To  tt>il  with  book,  or  speech,  or  pen, 
To  meet  the  day's  demand  with  skill 
And  bear  and  do  and  dare  and  will. 
As  they  must,  who  are  in  the  strife 
And  strain  and  stress  of  modern  life, 
And  would  succeed,  but  who  yet  hold 
Honor  of  higher  worth  than  gold. 

5  These  are  the  days  of  peace  we  say, 
Yet  fiercest  fights  are  fought  to-day  ; 

And  those  who  formed  that  household  band 

Had  need  of  strength  that  they  might  stand 

In  firmness  and  unruHkd  calm; 

But  sweetly  did  their  morning  psalm 

Amid  the  clamor  loud  and  long. 

Like  echo  of  a  once-loved  song, 

Rise  in  their  hearts  and  make  them  strong. 

5  At  close  of  day  they  met  again. 

And  each  had  known  some  touch  of  pain. 
Some  disappointment,  loss  or  care. 
Some  place  of  stumbling,  or  some  snare. 
"  And  yet  the  psalm  is  true,"  said  they, 
"  The  Jjord  preserveth  us  alway. 
His  own  were  safe  in  days  of  yore. 
And  from  this  time  and  evermore. 
If  skies  be  bright  or  skies  be  dim. 
He  keepeth  all  who  trust  in  Him." 

MARIANNE    FARNINOHAM. 
Id  "  London  Cbristian  World." 


WHEN    THE  DAY  BREAKS,  THE  SHADOWS 
FLEE   AWAY. 

The  night  is  dark,  O  Lord  I    I  cry  to  Thee  ! 
How  black  it  is,  no  one  but  Thou  canst  see, 
For  years  the  gathered  darkness  has  increased, 
Each  year  in  vain  I  thought  to  be  released. 

"  Let  patience  have  her  perfect  work,"  I  said, 
As  from  each  sorrow  broke  my  soul  in  dread, 
"  For  time,  however  long,  must  pivss  away. 
And  then  will  come  eternity's  bright  day  ; 
I  then  the  beauty  of  the  King  shall  see, 
In  that  far  distant  land  forever  be ; 
How  jietty  all  my  cares  shall  there  appear, 
From  every  eye  He'll  wipe  away  each  tear. 
Then  clear  as  noon-day  shall  we  stand  revealed. 
Through  His  great  power  every  wound  be  healed. 
All  clouds  shall  vanish,  each  misjndgment  flee, 
Beiiolding  Him,  like  Him  we  changed  shall  be. 
No  sordid  care  or  grief  shall  then  restrain 
The  godlike  powers  of  the  heart  or  brain  ; 
Tlien  they'll  grow  more  than  we  can  understand, 
For  love  is  the  pure  climate  of  that  land. 
If  we  are  faithful  in  this  field  of  strife. 
We'll  reach  the  garden  of  iiniuortal  life.'' 


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"'Tis  but  a  little  while,"  oiir  Lonl  doth  say, 
Wiieii  darker  grows  the  i;looin  and  our  di^uiuy. 
Oti  1   holy,  loving,  truest  Lord  and  Friend, 
'J'liou  trod'st  the  bitter  journey  to  the  end, 
Tliat  I  might  leel  less  lonely  in  my  grief. 
Ami  as  'tis  best,  will  make  it  long  or  brief; 
Oil  !   help  mt;  now  in  thi^  my  darkest  night, 
'Till  all  earth's  shadows  llee  before  Thy  Light. 

ANSIK    r     B.VLI>WIK. 

lu  "Tlio  Churchiiuui." 

HEROES 

1  Our  world  has  battle-fields  where  truth  and  right 
Find  heroes  nobler,  greater  in  Gotl's  sight. 
Than  they  who  fall  foremost  in  gory  tight. 

2  Great  hours  bring  forth  groat  souls,  but  bugle-call 
Summons  u  host  poor,  impotent  and  small. 

To  that  Go«l  sends  forth  in  his  cause  to  fall. 

3  Beyond  the  smoko  of  baftle  lies  the  prize. 
The  mee<l  of  strife  und  toil  and  saeriliee  ; — 
Some  gain  it  here,  but  others  iii  the  skiefi. 

4  The  man  who  braves  the  world's  neglect  and  scorn, 
'I'o  lift  the  lowly,  sueeor  the  forlorn. 

Who  eontpiers  self — he  is  the  liero  born. 

r»   His  name  may  die.  forgotten  by  liis  peers, 
Hut  yet  the  seed  he  sowwl  in  care  and  tears, 
JShall  ln'ar  rich  harvests  through  immortal  years. 

rRASCKK    A.  8I1AW. 

Mlnais|Kjli«.  Miiiu.,  1SS3. 

THE  TIME   IS   SHORT. 

1  I  sometimes  feel  the  thread  of  life  is  slender, 

And  soon  with  me  the  lalwr  will  be  wrought; 
Then  grows  my  heart  to  Other  hearts  more  tender — 
The  time  is  short. 

2  A  shepherd's  tent  of  reeds  and  flowers  decaying 

The  night-winds  soon  will  crumble  into  naught; 
So  seems  ray  life,  for  some  rude  blast  delaying — 
The  time  is  short. 

3  Up,  up,  my  soul,  the  long  spent  time  redeeming ; 

Sow  thou  the  seeds  of  better  deeds  and  thought ; 
Light  other  lamps  while  yet  thy  lamp  is  beaming — 
The  time  is  short. 

4  Think  of  the  good  thou  might'st  have  done  when 

brightly 
,  The  suns  to  thee  life's  choicest  season  brought ; 

Hours  lost  to  God  in  pleasure  passing  lightly — 
The  time  is  short. 

5  The  time  is  short.     Then  be  thy  heart  a  brother's 

To  every  heart  that  neeils  thy  help  in  aught ; 
Soon  thou  may'st  need  tlie  sympathy  of  others — 

The  time  is  short. 
C  Jf  thou  hast  friends  give  them  thy  be>i  endeavor, 

Thy  warmest  impidst;  and  thy  purest  th«>ught. 
Keeping  in  mind    and  wonl  and  action  ever — 

The  lime  is  short. 


7  Where  Sunnner  winds  aronia-ladi-n  liover. 

Companions  rest,  their  work  forever  wmu'dit. 
Soon  other  graves  the  moss  and  fern  will  cover — 
The  time  is  short. 

8  Up,  up,  my  soul,  ere  yet  tlio  shadow  falhth  ; 

Some  good  return  in  latter  sj-asons  wmught 
Forget  thyiielf,  wInn  duty's  angel  ealleth — 
The  time  is  short. 

I)   Hy  all  the  lapses  thou  liast  been  forgiven, 

By  all  the  lessons  prayer  to  thee  hath  taught. 
To  others  teach  the  sympathies  of  Heaven — 
The  time  is  short. 

KLI7.Alimi   ■■IIEN'TtHII. 

Author  of  "Stcpt  IIcmTcQwanL* 


MARTYRDOM. 

A  Rj>octral  band  ! 
Pale  with  the  reflex  of  the  dreamless  land  ; 
Star-eyed  and  holy  as  a  summer's  nighu 

Scarre<l  o'er  with  many  a  wound. 
Heart,  brain,  limb,  sinew,  marked  by  agony, 
Earh  in  Fate's  hour — alone  ! 

Karth  heap<'d  her  torments  on  them,  ground 
Her  tteth  in  execration  ;  none 
Were  found  to  aid  them  in  the  withering  blight 
Of  life's  long  torture ;  but  the  tongueless  sea 
Bore  witness,  and  the  breeze  that  quivered  by, 
The  sun,  that  veiled  its  light, 
The  inborn  consciousness  of  right 
Sent  up  their  protest  to  the  throne  on  high. 
And  Heaven  heard  the  agonizing  cry, 
While  seraph  voices  chanted  in  reply, 
"  To  lose,  but  not  to  die  !  " 

P>arth's  go<llike  ones! 
Who  would  not  rather  wear  the  martyr's  brow 
Than  all  the  baubles  of  her  favored  sons 
Whose  Wrong  o'ermasters  Right  ? 
Alas  !    for  Earth  I 
Her  common  life  is  teeming  o'er  with  dearth 
Of  courage,  such  as  that  which  gilds  the  Now 
Of  woe  and  agony  and  mocking  slight. 
With  truer  splendors  than  the  Orient  flings 
O'er  tinsel  kings. 
Whose  gain  shall  Xm  their  loss. 

Glide  on,  pale  h.aloes  of  the  Past, 
Torture,  and  scorn,  ami  cross 
Have  crowned  ye  high  at  last ! 

Yet,  ere  ye  pass  away. 

Have  none  rejilaced  ye  here? 
Is  there  no  martynlom  to-day 
U|Kin  this  tronbb'd  splnre  ? 
In  words  of   Ihime 
The  answer  came,       • 
Stani|Md  with  the  seal  of  Heaven's  lui|MTial  Name. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


"  The  suffering  and  tlie  poor, 

Tlie  lowly  of  tlu;  land, 
Tlio  spirits  that  endure 

Willi  fainting  heart  and  liand, 
Who  templed  sorely,  overnnieli  and  long, 
Still  bravely  choose  the  Right  and  spurn  the  Wrong; 
They  who  encounter  hate 

For  conscience  borne. 
Breasting  the  waves  of  fate, 

Despised,  forlorn ; 

They  wlio,  alone,  dare  stem  the  seething  tide 
Where  black  corruption's  sin-clad  navies  ride, 
Yielding  heart's  love  and  life's  bright  hopes,  to  be 
To  unborn  souls  the  (champions  of  the  free; 
They  who  serenely  bear  the  false  friend's  frown. 
Injustice,  cruelty  that  wrings  the  soul. 
Shall  yet  with  us  attain  the  glorious  goal 
Where  gleams  the  Martyr's  crown  !  " 

ISABELLA  A.  SAXON,  1884. 


A   SONG   FOR   SORROWFUL  WOMEN. 

1  O  Thou  who  for  gloom  of  the  future 

Art  pressed  with  the  boding  care, 
And  sick  for  the  coming  sorrow 
Dost  utter  the  Master's  j)rayer, 

2  Come  walk  in  the  ancient  Garden 

In  the  early  morning  dim  ; 
The  few  larjre  stars  of  the  twilight 
Are  singing  their  ceaseless  hymn. 

3  The  small  birds  swing  on  the  branches 

In  the  fresh  day's  new  delight ; 
And  the  air  is  spiced  with  sweetness 

Where  the  llowcrs  have  dreamed  all  night. 

4  But  where  the  heart  of  the  Garden 

Is  lu-avy  with  evergreen  fir, 

AVith  cypress  rising  behind  it. 

There  standeth  a  sepulchre. 

5  And  sorrowful  ■women  question. 

As  they  enter  the  fiowery  way  : 
"  Oh  !  who  from  the  tomb  of  the  Master 
Shall  roll  us  the  stone  ?  "  they  say. 

6  "And  why  should  the  joy  of  creation 

Still  rise  with  the  incense-breath. 
When  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory 
Is  sleeping  the  sleep  of  death  !  " 

7  O  weeping  and  loving  women  ! 

Come  see  where  the  Master  lay  I 
From  the  &v[t\x\v\\Tc  forever 

Has  the  stone  been  rolled  away! 

8  Ami  He  now  walks  in  the  (Jarden 

Who  hung  on  the  cross  above ! 
Ami  the  teniler  hands  that  were  wounded 


Are  full  of  the  "ifts  of  love  ! 


I'llANIA    L.    UAILEY. 


ONLY    IN    PART. 

"Lo,  thcuc  are  parts  of  His  ways  :  But  huw  litUe  a  imrtion  is  heard  of  Him." 
Job  xiT :  14. 

1  So  near  comes  darkness  to  our  light, 
So  near  lies  weakness  to  our  might, 
So  near  is  sorrow  to  our  bliss, 

So  near  death's  dagger  to  life's  kiss. 
That,  when  there  dawns  a  fair  and  cloudless  day, 
We  look,  at  once,  to  see  it  pass  away 
And  dark  night  fall  instead.     And  every  joy 
Seems  but  to  be  a  proof  of  its  alloy. 
And  life  iuself  seems  but  the  touch  of  dec-tli. 
With  which  he  searches  for  oui-fleeting  breath. 
Aye  true ;  if  life  is  only  what  we  know. 
And  see  and  touch  and  realize  below ; 
If  immortality  be  nothing  more 
Thau  a  false  light  upon  a  shadow- shore. 

2  So  near  to  virtue  lie|h  sin, 
So  often  evil  seems  to  win. 

So  weak  seems  God,  devils  so  strong, 
So  false  the  right,  so  true  the  wrong. 

That,  almost,  it  doth  seem,  if  God  would  win, 

He  must  employ  the  enginery  of  sin  ; 

And  that,  if  man  would  know  the  truth,  he  must 

At  first  begin  to  doubt  and  to  distrust 

All  truth ;  and  that,  if  he  would  holy  be, 

He  first  must  feed  upon  impurity. 

Aye  true;  if,  from  the  standpoint  of  a  man. 

You  seek  the  heighth  and  breadth  of  God  to  span; 

You  are  too  short  in  stature,  and  your  eye 

Was  not  constructed  for  infinity. 

Contracted  circles  hedge  our  life  about, 

And  all  is  dark  if  faith  gives  place  to  doubt. 

Say,  what  is  doubt  but  darkness?  Faith  is  light. 
And  what  is  weakness  but  the  lack  of  might  i 
And  death,  and  sorrow,  falsity,  and  sin 
Are  nothing  but  the  lack  of  God  within ; 
And  God  is  life;  and  if  that  life  be  ours 
And  in  us  dwells,  then,  by  its  sacred  powers, 
All  that  we  lack  of  jnu-ity  or  strength 
Shall  flow  into  and  (ill  our  veins  at  length  ; 
And  we  shall  see  and  know  all  that  vniknown 
Brings  doubt ;  and  faith  to  us  shall  be 
The  very  substance  of  reality, — 
The  world  of  light,  whose  richness  is  our  own. 

What  if  the  world  wliere  God  seems  not,  rolls  near, 

With  all  it  holds  of  darkness  and  of  fear, — 

A  wandering  star,  reserved  to  blackest  night. 

Where  truth  seems  false,  and  wrong  seems  only  right .'' 

Heed  not  the  shade  it  cast  in  piissing  by  ; 

'T  will  soon  be  lost  in  God's  immensity. 

It  has  no  orbit;  but  as  meteors  fall 

Into  the  sun  and  are  consumed,  so  all 

The  worlds  of  darkness  and  of  doubt  shall  tend 

Toward  CJod.  and  in  His  truth  and  glory  end. 

MIS.    S.    M.     I      II  EN  I:  V. 

By  permissiou  Dr.  J.  }I.  Vine 'ii*.. 


TKMrERAyCE.     TlilBUTK  TO  OUR   WoMEX. 


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Wa»  bom  at  ChurchTHte,  near  Rnch»t*r,  N.  Y.,  In  1S39.  Hi-r  vt- 
nnla  moTi-d  to  <;herllu,  ().,  whou  thu  wai  tut  three  yc«r»  oM.  mil  l>»« 
ynn  later  nettlwl  ou  a  farm  near  J»ut»TUle.  Wla.  Wh-n  a  clilM.  Iwr 
uatural  <'l(icutliiiiarr  gifu  were ooniplcuoua  andahew»»  (on«l  nf  .U-clalm- 
lug  illrriuif  |N>eniii  to  her  tmodaXK*.  Tlilrteun  jrean  of  bi-r  life  w.-re 
apeut  with  hi-r  brother  Ollrir  and  .Urliut:  "iater  Maa  In  the  dear  old 
farm  homo  with  IU»«ble»,donnrr  wltid..w»,r»nibllng  roof,  llltlr  porch.* 
erauDltn  and  out  of  the  way  ui»ik«.  acjttered  here  and  thirr.  Her 
father  and  mother  were  both  educated  and  cultured  people,  and  had 
been  teachers.  Co:iii'<|ueutly  an  pains  were  siiarrd  lu  the  education  of 
their  children.  In  18S9  Mis*  WUIarU  fradualed  with  blgh  honors  from 
Northwestern  Feui^o  Seminary.  Soon  after  this  she  wrote  a  beautiful 
memorial  Tolumn,  a  touching  tribute  to  her  deToted  sister,  who  was 
eaUe<l  to  "  come  up  higher"  This  book  is  entitled  "Nineteen  Beautiful 
Tears,"  and  has  had  an  rxteuaire  sale. 

After  teaching  uwtiilo  In  the  Cieneeee  WnUeyan  Seminary,  Lima.  N.  Y.. 
Miss  Wlllard  !ip«'nt  twii  ye*r»  or  more  111  Kur  '    «tudylng  and 

obeerrlng,  writing  li.imo  graphic  arc.'unt*  <'f  ■*.  whii'h  ap 

pcared  ill  Tariotu  paiiern.    Her  lecture  *>n 'T!-     i  .*pronouiuvd 

by  the  |>rei>s  uniMUally  fine.  Boon  alter  her  return  Ui  America,  site  camo 
into  note  as  a  public  sp>'aker.  thronith  tri'lnc  an  aen>unt  of  her  trarel*  in 
Palestine,  at  a  nii^<inar>  '  Tills  leil  Ut  inrita- 

tlous  t4>  Ux'ture  all  over  t!  .  ;;<<iis  Women,"  Kate 

Sanborn  says  lu  her  aih :■.  of    .Miss  U'illard - 

"ITp  to  the  time  of  the  'Woman's  Cnuaile  In  Ohio,  her  attention  Iwd 
nerer  been  calleil  particularly  ^>  the  teni|>eranc»  qurttlnn,  but  with  that 
•olemn  crisis,  there  came  to  her  what  die  calla,  'an  arrest  of  thought,' 
and  as  a  result  she  felt  called  to  gire  up  all  her  oth<-r  interests  and  dero'.e 
herself,  heart,  brmlu.  Unly,  l«>  tile  work  of  saving  m'li  fr'mi  the  cruel 
temptations  of  the  salions.'  At  this  time  she  xcupl'd  the  jHisi- 
tion  of  Dean  In  the  Woman's  Department  of  Northwestern  I'nlTcrsity, 
and  bad  been  for  seTvral  year*  (since  1S71I  Prnddcnt  of  the  Woman's 
Coilegr,  Kranstim,  IIL  On  two  oocaaious,  since  entering  U)i<m  the  tem- 
perance work,  she  temporarily,  for  the  atke  of  others,  deroU^l  hernclf  to 
other  work,  Tiz:-wheD  she  assisted  Mr.  M>v>dy  in  his  crangelistic  ami  r«- 
TiTal  meetings  In  Boston,  and  when  after  the  sudden  death  of  lur  brother 
Oliver,  she  assomcd  the  editorship  of  the  rhicagn  "Evooing  Prwt " 

She  Is  now  serving  her  sevei  Ih  term  as  rrcsidenl  of  t)ie  Woman's  Na- 
tional Christiau  Temperance  Uuion,  and  has  vi^itoil  every  state  In 
the  I'nloo,  aiblresaing  grand  masa  meetings,  ami  organizing  Tem- 
perance I'nlous  lu  all  the  peiodpal  citiea.  and  lias  visited  every 
territory.  No  snrrr  prwif  of  Miss  Willar<I's  eminent  fitness  and 
qmdiflcations  for  h-r  missioo  can  be  giren.  than  reference  to  her 
reception  by'  the  Soothem  people  while  on  her  tour  among  them. 
ITotwithstauding  their  strong  prejudice  asainst  Northern  women, 
and  capecially  tbow  aildraainc  aadienoea  fran  pulpit  and  platform. 
the  moat  fastldiota  ooaa,  of  butb  mlnl«t«T  and  people,  accorded  her  a 
eoidlal  wetcom*  wban  thar  bad  oooe  nen  and  heard  bcr.  and  iiideeil  It 
i*  not  extravagant  to  say  that  her  visit  through  the  Soutli  and  West  was 
one  continued  ovatioo,—  as  Mis*  .Sanbuni  so  tmb'  and  beautifully  «ajs. 
By  the  way.  It  was  stie  who  first  mgieated  that  Ilayitack  Mountain  1>a 
ehriatened  Mount  Uarflcld.  durtng  tboM  last  UrriMi-  days  of  our  la- 
mented PisaUenl's  fearfol  snffevinc.  Sba  laid  :-  "Surely  he  is  entitled 
by  the  (randeor  o(  hia  character,  ttia  height  of  bis  fortitude,  and  the 
depth  of  th«  people's  love  for  him.  to  the  apotheosis  of  their  everlasting 
hUls."  Is  it  uol  Just  like  nor  Mia*  WiUard  always  to  be  thinking  of, 
and  doing  tor  othen  t  Her  praise  worthy  tact  and  continued  det^'rmiua- 
tion  fiuds  vnioa  in  the  olos*  at  one  at  bet  many  admirable  lectures  :  — 
"  We  oisan  to  (o  aliaiaht  on.  We  mean  to  b«  as  (oodnatured  as  >un- 
ahlne.  bnt  aa  poriilanl  as  tat*.'  And  acain;  "Saooeaa  doesn't  liappcn. 
It  is  orsanind,  in*  snuitod     eaiitiiTcd,  by  cooaeerated  oommon  sense." 

The  attempt  b  rain  to  do  Mas  WIDard  anything  like  justice,  and  es- 
pecially in  a  short  aka«eho<  tkia  kind.  Laaflhj  ooea  do  not  fall  vithin 
the  province  ol  this  bnok.  For  fBitlMr  paitioolarB  I  would  n-fer  tho 
nader  to  Mi«  KateSarboiii'abfagiaphteal  ikaich  of  Miss  Wllhknl  in  "Our 
Ikmou  WooMn.*  wfakh  laamoof  tb*  baat  of  the  many  article*  written 
OHMamlnc  bar  and  bar  Hfa  work. 

It  la  Mid  tbat  sIm  (mnitntly  poond  oat  bar  aool  in  rene.  which  has 
been  tarnxd  "traa  poetry.*  Bnt  ber  standard  a*  in  what  sliouM  W  given 
Id  the  public  la  ao  high.  Ibat  It  baa  been  difltoult  to  obtain  any  of  her  ar- 
ticles for  this  Tolume.  tbnoch  doabllsaa  aoprrlor  to  some  that  It  oon- 
l^na.  As  many  know.  Mia  WiUanTs  boat*  ha*  been  for  nnarly  thirty 
yaars  at  rrsnaton  lU..  wbarv  iba  raaldaa  wttb  bar  afed  mother  at  "Ktst 


Cottage."  Here  ber  oocosinnal  days  have  been  ipent— dnee  >)ie  «alei«d 
upon  her  "life  work."  though  it  present  she  is  •|>ei><iing  more  tune  there, 
with  her  faithful  Anna  (i.>rdoii  iver  by  ber  side  One  of  .UIm  \t  ilUrl  t 
best  iHH'iiin  Is  'in  the  death  of  (ieneral  (iraut.  ami  all  Im'  (  .uii.t  Ui  tha 
patriotic  <li'|utrtnieiit  of  thla  work.  Her  friiiids alio  have  n-sd  It.  pro- 
nounce it  an  Iniplratlon  It  was  first  publlahed  In  the  "In'or  Ocvaa,'*aad 
ha*  bouu  cxteuslvely  copied  Into  other  paper*      Aug.  IS&l 


1884. 

After  Tennyson's  "  Ring  (hit,  WUd  Bells!  * 

1  Rilli:  out   tllf  ^I'icf    tllJlt  Slips   lll(!  Illillll, 

Who.se  tlirulldoni  dates  (roin  day.s  of  yore; 
Ring  out  false- 111 W8  from  slioro  to  shore, 
Riii<;  in  redress  lo  all  niiiiikind. 

2  Rinjr  out  the  contest  of  tho  twain 

Whom  tliou  for  nolde.st  love  didst  make, 
Rini:  ill  ihe  day  that  shall  awake 
Thtir  lifi-hari)  to  a  sweeter  strain. 

3  Riiiii  out  false  [)riil«j  from  ni.iiily  idiKxI, 

'riie  social  slander,  and  the  s|iite  ; 
Riii<T  in  the  love  of  truth  and  right. 
Ring  in  the  love  of  otht;rs'  gixxl. 

rHAJICU    >.    WILLALU 

IN    THE    MORNING. 

1  Just  .IS  the  silvery  dawning 

Is  forecasting;  the  day, 
'Tis  sweet  at  early  morning 

Th<!  coming  hours  to  lay 
"Willi  ail  the  seale<l-U|i  sorrow 

Or  joy  they  may  affonl ; 
And  strtMigtli  to  meet  them  liowing 

Before  our  loving  Lord. 

2  For  crowds  of  cares  are  waiting 

Oiitsiile  th'  unopt  d  door  ; 
Life's  loving  and  its  hating, 

Its  warfare  is  not  o'er; 
We  may  not  pierce  the  crowding 

All  down  the  dusky  street, 
But  all  (Joil's  love  is  shroutling. 

And  all  we  cilnily  meet. 
8  As  knights  Ix-fore  the  tourney 

Don  helm  and  cas<jue  and  sjM'ar, 
As  travellers  for  the  journey 

Booted  and  spurretl  ajuMar, 
So  here,  for  each  d.iy's  warring. 

Our  swortis  we  sharpen  l)right ; 
So  here  our  loins  are  ginleil 

For  progress  unto  right. 
4  We  may  not  read  the  writing 

The  coming  hours  shall  tmce, 
But  we  hear  the  voice  inviting 

Our  ftwtsli'ps  to  the  race; 
Since  the  coni|uest  is  not  ever 

Tr)  the  fleet  foot  and  the  strong. 
In  Ilim  is  all  endeavor. 

Which  shall  overcome  the  wrong. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


5  Tis  sweet  to  be  surrounded 

Like  folded  flowers  at  morn, 
By  hazy  mists  (iiilxiniided 

From  wliicli  tlic  day  is  i)orn  ; 
To  feel  each  f;lad  pulse  quiver 

Like  ether  far  above 
The  life  touch  of  the  Giver, 

Safe  centered  in  Ilis  love. 

6  Sweet  through  the  open  portals 

Around  the  gates  of  day, 
To  watch  the  sad  immortals 

For  whom  we  early  pra^' ; 
Sweet  from  our  Father's  treasures, 

To  draw  our  daily  store 
Of  what  shall  bring  them  pleasures, 

And  safety  evermore. 

7  Sweet  in  our  early  musings, 

Our  daily  work  to  plan, 
Not  from  our  little  choosing, 

But  His  good-will  to  man. 
To  hear  His  voice  of  power 

Call  for  our  service  free, 
An<l  answer  in  tliat  hour, 
*'  Lo !  here  am  I,  send  me." 

8  So,  early  in  the  morning 

When  daylight  conquers  night, 
The  golden  ilush  of  dawning 

To  us  shall  be  all  bright 
With  hope  of  coming  duty. 

With  hope  of  coming  strength, 
W^ith  hope  of  crowning  beauty 

When  we  shall  rest  at  length. 

9  So  faith  shall  be  our  armour 

For  all  the  coming  strife  ; 
And  so  the  morning's  glamour 

Shall  gild  the  prose  of  life ; 
So,  G*od  unseen,  beside  us. 

Shall  be  our  noontide  rest ; 
And  His  dear  presence  guide  us 

E'en  to  the  promised  rest. 

MAlUiAKET  E.  WIKSLOW.     1884. 

OUR    LIEGE    LADY. 

1  lu  that  fair  room,  her  work  shop. 

Are  carved  rare  thoughts  of  gold, 
And  as  she  wills  she  sends  them. 

Glad  story  to  be  told. 
The  south  land  and  the  north  land, 

The  east  and  the  far  west 
Hear  how  she  gathers  round  her 

Mem'rics  she  loves  the  best. 

2  Sometimes  she  has  sad  visions 

Of  fair  young  hopes  tliat  die, 
Lives  that  by  sin  were  blighted, 

H«mes  that  in  ruins  lie. 
The  Uum  Fiend's  track  .slie  noteth, 

Each  footprint  leaves  a  grave, 
And  her  heart  aches  with  longing 

The  dying  s(»uls  to  save. 


3  So,  she  praying,  plans  a  rescue, 

Rallies  her  loyal  band. 
The  pure  white  ribbon  army. 

For  (Jod  and  native  land. 
Their  march  from  Maine  to  Texas 

Is  heralded  with  songs. 
From  east  to  west  the  clan-call 

To  every  home  belongs. 

4  Sad  souls  their  hands  have  rescued 

And  lifted  the  bowed  head, 
Li  His  name  raised  their  banners 

Who  brought  to  life  the  dead. 
His  cross  their  strength  and  glory, 

The  promise  fast  they  hold. 
While  niem'ries  of  Hill.sboro' 

The  weakest  can  make  bold. 

5  Our  lady  questions  softly, 

"  North  land,  what  of  the  night  ?  " 
The  east  sends  back  for  answer, 

"The  day  is  growing  bright?" 
"  Is  it  well,  fair  south  land  r  " 

Then  swift  on  fragrant  breath, 
>"  'Tis  well,"  the  south  makes  answer, 

"  Christ  has  redeemed  from  death!  " 

6  "  Praise  God  !"  says  loving  Frances, 

"  Yet  there  are  more  to  save. 
W^ork  !  "  is  the  word  she  speedeth 

From  rolling  wave  to  wave. 
"  Work,  for  the  homes  beloved, 

For  the  land  we  hold  so  dear. 
Until  Rum's  last,  last  victim 

Shall  shed  shame's  last  sad  tear." 

7  Thus  works,  plans,  prays  Our  Lady, 

Worketh,  yet  not  alone, 
She  sways  a  hundred  thousand  ; 
In.  true  hearts  is  her  throne. 

MB8,  GEORGIA  HCLSE  M'LEOD. 
Baltimore.    1883. 


TRIBUTE   TO    FRANCES    E.    WILLARD. 

1  Noblest  of  womankind — loved  of  the  good  and  true  ; 

Brave  in  thy  gentleness,  meek  in  thy  might ; 
Thou  of  the  trusting  heart,  ready  to  dare  and  do. 
Ready  to  die  for  the  weak  and  the  right! 

2  Lo  I  where  the  hallowed  cross  shadows  life's  weary 

way, 
Where  sweet  exotics  bloom,  fragrant  of  heaven ; 
Where    faith   and   hope  and   love  blossoms  without 
decay. 
There  all  thy  treasures  to  Christ  thou  hast  given. 

3  Thrilled  with  his  mystic  love,  glows  thv  glad  heart 

ant'w, 
Touched  by  the  sorrow  He  bore  for  our  race ; 
Closer  His  footsteps,  now,  thou  dost  with  joy  pursue, 
Sharing  His  bountv,  sustained  by  His  mace. 


TEMPERANCE.    TRIBUTE  TO  OUR  WuMEN, 


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4  Soothing  the  stricken  heart,  guiding  tin;  erring  one, 

Lifiing  lilt;  fallen  and  Itadiiig  tin-  blind  ; 
Nobly  lorgilting  m-II,  joying  in  labor  tlunc; 
Yielding  tliy  lilc  lor  llic  weal  ol  thy  kiiul. 

5  Reason,  at  thy  commaml,  O,  *|ueen  of  royal  thought! 

Hrings  of  her  priceless  wealth,  owns  thy  control ; 
Rare  (lowers  of  sentiment    from    bowers    of    beauty 
brought. 
Wake,  with  their  perfume,  the  rytlnn  of  the  soul. 

6  No!)lfst  of  womankind,  loved  of  the  good  an<l  true ; 

Brave  in  thy  gentleness,  nuu-k  in  thy  might ; 
Thou  of  the  trusting  heart,  reaily  to  dare  and  do. 
Long  inay'st  thou  live  for  the  weak  and   the  right. 

KLLEN  C.   DAKNETT. 
WertTllk',  C'oiiu.  1883. 


A    WOMAN'S    HAND. 

IIE.VI)    IIKFOIJK   TIIK    ANMVKlls.VKV    MKF.TIXO    OF   TUB 
SOUTH    SIDE    Y.     W.    C.    T.    IJ.,    CUICAOO. 

1  In  that  far  country  of  the  East, 

Whose  skies  were  lieaven's  gate 
Througii  wliieh  bright  angels  came  and  went 

(Jod's  will  to  consummate. 
Dwelt  Deborah,  the  prophetess 

And  judge  of  Israel. 
Her  tent  pitched  'neath  a  stately  palm 

Whose  tossing  plumes  couhl  well 

2  From  F^phriam's  mount,  wave  high  in  air, 

A  signal,  far  and  wide. 
To  dwellers  on  the  plains  below 

Their  steps  to  thither  guide. 
For  judgment,  counsel  or  complaint. 

And  she  whose  woman's  heart 
Failed  not,  with  the  oppressed  to  plead, 

To  take  the  wronged  one's  part, 

3  Was  oft  with  righteous  anger  stirred. 

And  often  <lid  she  hold 
Conmiunion  with  the  Lord  and  beg 

His  mercy,  as  they  told 
How  .labin.  King  of  Canaan, 

Hv  Sisera,  his  strong 
And  savage  captain,  scourge  the  land 

With  deeds  of  cruel  wrong. 

4  Nine  hundred  iron  chariots 

Had  Sisera,  whose  hosts 
Swept  o'er  Esdraelon's  fertile  plains 

From  Acre's  barren  coasts, 
And  not  a  chilil  of  Israel, 

.Vnd  not  maid,  but  feared 
When  e'er  the  .sound  of  wheels  foretold 

The  cruel  captain  neare<l. 

5  For  twenty  years  the  Isralites 

Hail  groaned  beneath  their  yoke. 
And  none  were  brave  or  strong  enough 
To  break  it  off,  'till  spoke 


Their  judge — wise  Deborah — 

"Send  Harak  unto  ine  ; 
Ten  thou.sand  men,  up  Tal>or'8  mount. 

Shall  march  and  set  u^  free  !  " 

C  "  If  thou  wilt  go,  then  I  will  go," 

Said  Barak.      So  they  twain 
Uj>  Tabor  went,  with  their  brave  men. 

Below,  u|H)n  the  plain. 
They  f«ll  on  Sisera's  great  host, 

Who  (led  in  .sore  di^may 
To  ancient  Kishon,  which  8welle<l  high 

And  swept  their  ranks  away. 

7  And  lo  !  ere  yet  the  evening  fell, 

From  Kishon's  banks  there  spruai 
Songs  of  deliverance  and  jirai.sc. 

For  Sisera  lay  dead. 
Not  drowned  by  Kishon's  stormy  flood 

Nor  slain  by  Barak's  twind 
Of  valiant  men,  but  smitten  by 

A  woman  s  slender  hand. 

8  And  Delxirah's  and  Barak's  song 

Still  set.s  our  hearts  aglow. 
They  sang  how  (»od  by  storm  and  stur 

Hail  helped  them  Hght  their  foe; 
How  Sisera  was  stricken  down 

By  .lael  "  'bove  women  blest," 
And  thus  the  land,  by  women  freed, 

"For  forty  years  had  rest."' 
•  *  •  •  • 

9  Far  from  Mount  Tabor's  woods  of  oak. 

Far  from  that  C|)Och  old. 
We  in  this  nineteenth  century. 

In  our  new  world  still  hold 
In  proud  remembrance,  each  brave 

Heroic  woman's  dee<l. 
And  praise  the  hearts  and  hands  that  saved 

Their  country  in  its  need. 

10  But  deadlier  than  Sisera, 

More  awfid  than  the  woe 
Which  Israel  bowed  under  when 

King  .labin  was  their  foe. 
Is  King  Alcohol,  our  tyrant. 

And  wo«>s  which  on  our  land 
He  |M>ureth  out  from  n  full  cup 

Witli  a  remorseless  band. 

11  No  home  in  all  the  country  broad 

That  hath  not  kith  or  kin. 
Struck  down  by  this  fell  conijueror, 

WIionc  gilded  paths  within 
Are  full  of  liones  of  dead  men,  lost 

In  tlieir  dishonnre«l  graves 
To  (io<l,  and  home,  and  native  land. 

U  cursetl  I  U  hopeless  ftlavut ! 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


12  All,  maiden  in  thy  happy  home, 

Thy  hands  upon  the  keys 
Tliat  waken  at  tluir  skilltnl  touch 

Enchaining  s\  nipiioniis. 
To  life's  lull  diapasc  witliout, 

15ow  down  thine  inner  car, 
And  tell  mo  miil.st  the  mingled  tones 

Dost  fljou  not  clearly  hear 

13  The  wail  of  children  sorrowful, 

The  heartbreak  of  sad  wives, 
The  faltering  step  of  myriads 

Whose  sin-stained  ruined  lives 
Are  going  out  in  darkness  dread, 

Blown  hy  the  fiery  breath 
Of  th(!  cruel  tyrant  Alcohol, 

Whose  way  leads  down  to  death  ? 

14  Ah,  niaich^i  I   I  conjure  thee  now. 

For  God  and  native  land, 
Thy  music  and  thy  broidery  leave. 

Reach  down  thy  gentle  hand 
To  children  standing,  unaware, 

On  paths  that  lead  astray, 
Oh  I  lift  them  up,  and  set  them  safe 

Upon  thy  King's  highway. 

15  Teach  them  to  hati;  King  Alcohol, 

Whoso  hands  are  red  with  gore. 
Whose  grasp  is  like  an  adder's  sting 

And  serpent's  bite — yea,  more, 
O  woman,  if  thou  wilt,  thou  canst 

Put  forth  thy  slim  white  hand 
And  slay  this  monster,  fell  and  strong, 

That's  ravaging  our  land. 

MISS  MARIA  W.  JONES.      1883. 


THE    WOMEN    OF  THE   SOUTH. 

Dear  sisters  of  the  south-land,  my  heart  turns  back  to 

thee, 
As  I  sit  in  (piiet  musing,  beside  the  northern  sea; 
And  tender  recollections  come  thronging  to  my  mind 
Of    all    thy   loving    ministries — thy    welcome  true  and 

kind ; 
And   hope  grows   large   and  vision  clear  for  that  fair, 

sunny  land, 
With  vales  like  dreams  of  Paradise,  and  mountains  wild 

and  grand. 
I  see  the  coming  glory  of  a  nation  yet  to  be. 
In  which  a  new-born  south  shall  rise  from  all  its  shackles 

free  ; 
By  all  its  sorrows  purified — by  all  its  pain  made  strong — 
More   tender    to  all   suffering — more  fierce  against  all 

wrong. 
I  see  those  glorious  regions  filled  with  homes  of  thrift 

and  ease, 
I  hear  the  busy  whirl  and  hum  of  new-born  industries. 
And  in  that  new  world's  lifted  life,  l>y  voice  of  pen  and 

tongue, 
O  wuiMcU  of    the  south-land,  I  hear  thy  praises  sung. 


Thy  energies,  thy  faith,  thy  love,  from  dust  and  ashes 

rose 
To  lift  anoth(!r  banner  high,  and  concpier  fiercer  foes. 
"  For  God  and  Home  and  >Jative  Land,"  rings  now  thy 

rallying  cry. 
We'll  save  our  youth  for  God  and  truth,  our  homes  we'll 

purify. 
Brave   women    of    the   south-land,   thy    conquest   liath 

begun ; 
Show  forth  thy  high-born  courage  now,  and  soon  the  day 

is  won. 
God   bless  thee,  noble  workers,  we'll  join  thee,  heart 

and  hand. 
Till  all  our  sin-cursed  land  is  free,  from  Maine  to  Eio 

Grande  ; 
Till  righteousness  shall  rule  in  law,  and  wrong's  injus- 
tice cease ; 
Till  unity   and  love  shall    bring  the   grand  millennial 

peace. 

MRS.    MABIA   UrUAM    DKAEE. 

Brooklyu,  N.  Y.    1885. 


WHAT    SHE    IS    NOW. 

1  Her  hair  is  a  lovely  brown,  that  turns 

To  gold  when  the  sunshine  on  it  lies, 
And,  fringed  with  lashes  of  darker  hue, 

A  golden  brown  are  her  radiant  eyes. 
And  the  milk-white  teeth  that  her  smiles  disclose 
Are  like  jjcarls  enshrined  in  the  heart  of  a  rose. 

2  As  fair  as  the  snow  are  her  helpful  hands. 

And  her  low  broad  brow,  and  her  slender  throat. 
And  she  flits  about  with  a  fairy  grace, 

And  her  voice  is  sweet  as  a  wild  bird's  note  — 
Ay,  sweeter  you'd  say,  if  you  lieard  her  speak 
In  the  cheeriest  way  to  the  weary  and  weak: 

3  To  tlie  weary  and  weak,  for  her  life  is  passed 

In  scenes  the  saddest  that  one  could  find, 
And  the  many  prayers  that  are  prayed  for  her 

Are  breathed  by  tlie  maimed  and  the  halt  and 
the  blind. 
Some  day,  up  in  heaven,  a  saint  she  will  be ; 
Now,  only  a  hospital  nurse  is  she. 

MAKOAItET  EVTINCE.     1885. 

Ill  ■ '  Harper's  Weekly." 


HOME. 

1   They  are  not  most  at  home  who  stay 

Beside  the  hearth  forever  ; 
The  heart,  and  not  the  absent  hands. 

The  home  ties  hold  or  sever. 
And  they  who  guard  for  other  homes 

The  Itliss  themselves  have  tasted. 
Hold  far  too  dear  love's  ])riceless  gold 

To  let  it  e'er  be  wasted. 


TEMPERASCE.     TRIBUTE  TO  OUR  WOMEN. 


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2  Wo  <1()  not  fi'ur,  tlicn,  for  your  liuino, 

Wu  know,  hfcaust!  you  lovi-  it ; 
A  tliousiinil  Inarts  unili-  to  pray 

'I'liat  ani;ils  watch  aliovf  it. 
All  C'liiistian  life  is  richer  for 

Hioad  duties  well  atteiultd  ; 
And  li;^ht  from  many  u  rescued  homo 

With  your  liume  life  is  blended. 

3  What  wonder,  then,  that  artist  handa 

Hrini;  hen;  their  hest  emleavor, 
To  place  upon  home's  smiling  wulls 

Your  memory  forever, 
flod  Ide.ss  your  homt!  I   (lod  bless  yoar  work! 

He  thest!  to  jou  our  token 
Of  Christian  love  and  loyalty, 

Tiiat  words  could  not  have  spoken. 

IVIIIA    II     TILTi>!» 

Read  at  Uic  Dlntrlct  of  r<iUiiiilila  Stato  ('iinrc-iitlim  ht  the  prrwuutluu 
tho  portimiU  <>r  the  Proaiauut  uud  hur  biuboud  tu  tlio  latU-r,  Uct.  12.  ItittS. 


Not  like  the  brazen  piant  of  Greek  fame, 
With  coni|uerinff  limbs  astride  from  land  to  land, 
Here  :it  our  sea-wa>hed  ^^n^et  jjate*  nhall  stand 
A  mighty  woman,  with  a  torch  whose  tlauiu 
Is  the  imprisoned  lightning,  and  her  name, 
Mother  of   K.viles.      From  her  Ix-acon  hand 
Gleams  worlil-wido  welcome;  her  mild  eyes 

comman<I 
The  air-bridged  harlior  that  twin  cities  frame. 
"  Keep,  ancient  lan»ls,  your  storietl  pomp,"  crrie<l  she. 
With  silent  lips.     "Give  me  your  tin-fl.  your  |>oor. 
Your  huddled  masses,  yearning  to  breathe  free — 
The  wretched  refuse  of  your  teeming  shore. 
Send  there  the  homeliest  tempot-tossiil  to  me  ; 
I  lift  my  lamp  beside  the  golden  <lo*jrI  '* 

EMMA   LASABim. 

>ray  tlie  lamp  of  this  beautiful  C'olossa  cast  new  light 

on  tin-  liliirtv  tu  abstain. 

"'  KdltuT  ••  HIcnaL" 


TO    MRJ.    LUCY    WEUU    HAYES. 

1  With    reverent   l()ve   and   gratitude 

Go<l    bless    thee,    noblo    Christian  !     who    in    faith 
sublime. 
Hath   dared    to  stand   between    the  living  and    the 
dead. 
And,  nnappalled  by  sin's  magnilicent  array. 

From  out  the  darkness  into  the  glorious  light  hath 
led ! 
The  loving  angels  praise  this   grandest  act   of   thine. 
As  watching  o'er  our  world,  they   mark   '\i»   bitter 
woes, 
"Oh  I    Ileaveidy  deed  of  Christ's  heroic  child, 

Ilurleil   in    His   strength   against   His   treacherous 
foes  !  " 

2  God  bless  thee,  uoblo  Christian  I  bless  both  thee  and 

thine. 
Long    !us   there  dwells  on  earth  one  of  thy  sainted 
race — 
And  grant  that  each  descendant  of  thy  royal    blood 

May   valiant  st.-uid  for  (><>d  in  his  appointed  place. 
The  thanks  of  hearts  long  trampled  in  the  «Iust 
Ascend  for  thee  to  Ciml's  eternal  throne — 
"Praise  (iod  for  chilling  to  her  high  estate, 

:V  Christian  warrior,  fearing  Go<l,  and  Go<l  alone  !  " 

aUtLKH  MJLB  XACEKXZIC.     JaU-  1S81. 


THE    NEW   COLOSSUS. 

The  Bartholdi  statue  is  now  the  talk  everywhere.  It 
occurred  to  a  woman,  Emma  Lazarus — who  was  appro- 
priately asked  to  write  the  pm-m  for  the  opening 
ceremonies  at  the  art  loan  exhibition  in  aid  of  the 
enterprise — to  call  it  the  Xeic  Colossus,  and  to  sav  : 


FOR    OTHERS'    SAKE. 

"  Lira  paro,  ipoak  true,  richi  »n>n(.  fuUuw 
Tbo  Cliriai— «lae  »ban(ura  Umt  I " 

/<(y(j  ^  Uu  King. 

1  Around  King  .Vrthnr's  table  came 

lirowii  st^tlwart  men,  who  soon  or  lato 
Won  for  themselves  a  famous  name 

And  eiimlMMl  up  to  a  kniglit's  estate. 
And  each  one  sought  some  maiden's  smile. 

Her  "favor"  on  his  helmet  wore 
On  deeds  of  errantry, — the  wliile 

She  praised  and  loved  him  more  and  more. 

2  And  poets'  idyls  new  and  old 

Cease  not  to  tell  the  Wondrous  tale, — 
How  these  gixMl  kni:;ht.s  so  true  and  lM>ld 

Ko<le  forth  to  make  some  t\ranl  (piail 
In  his  stroiiiiholil, — for  ladies  fair 

Hi'<ke<l  lite  and  limb,  and  thought  no  deed 
Too  hard  for  them  to  <io  or  dare. 

Could  they  but  win  the  hero's  meed. 

3  Oh  I  grand  the  story  of  brave  deed. 

And  sweet  the  guenlon  bravely  won. 
So  brave  I  so  sweet !  that  as  we  read 

Electric  currents  swiftly  run. 
From  noble  lives  of  ages  p.ist. 

Ami  thrill  onr  hearts,  until  we  faiu 
Would  live  a.s  they,  as  they  at  last. 

Such  love,  such  praise,  such  honor  gain. 

4  Xor  are  there  wanting  men  of  might. 

Nor  wrongs  to  tilt  a  Iree  lance  for; 
Nor  now  nee<l  maidens,  out  of  sight. 

Wait  weeping  till  the  b:it»le's  o'er. 
Some  cycles  nearer  has  earth  rolled 

To  the  eternities,  wliose  light 
On  us  more  broa<lly  falls.      liehold  ! 

Goal's  trnlhs  shine  out   in  cleiirer  sight. 


62G 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


Ami  gentle  woman  now  has  found 

To  tio  is  tiiior  tiian  to  be, 
Thar  oiiv  Kill",'  at  whose  "  Tahlc  Ronnrl " 

Tliiir  sittith  ••  ueitlier  bond  nuc  free, 
Nor  male  nor  female" — lie  doth  make 

Us  "one  in  Him" — gives  unto  all 
Something  to  do  for  others'  sake. 

Some  blows  to  strike  for  error's  fall. 

For  others'  sake,  O  men  of  might ! 

For  otliers'  sake,  O  women  fair  ! 
Spurn  from  your  t:iste,  your  toueh,  your  sight 

Circian  drauglits,  where  lurks  a  snare 
That  robs  the  nation  of  its  men. 

Wives  of  tiieir  husbands  and  their  sons, 
Yea,  God  of  His  earth-born — and  them, 

Of  heaven  and  its  shining  ones. 

For  others*  sake  !     O  strong  I     O  sweet ! 

O  common  tie  !   that  binds  our  way 
To  God's  great  tlirone,  when  we  repeat 

In  sucii  small  measure  as  we  may 
Tiie  eartii-life  of  His  own  dear  Son, 

Who  lived  and  died  for  others'  sake, 
For  others'  sake  God's  heaven  won 

By  cross  and  curse  none  else  could  take. 

HAhlA  W.  JONES,  1884. 


Extract  from  a  paper  read  at  the  Crusade  AnDiTcmary,  Dec,  23,  1883, 
Mrs.  E.  T.  Housh,  Editor  of  the  Woman's  MaRazica. 

Will  you  bear  with  me  while  I  tell  you  of  a  thoujj-ht  Tisioo  of  twenty 
years  ago.  int«rw<iTen  with  prophetic  token  of  what  now  the  Lord  hath 
wrought?  —the  rision  of 


THE    BANNER   AND   THE   CROSS. 

1  It  was  the  hour  of  deepest  gloom. 

When  war  held  sway, 
And  peace  seemed  hidden  in  a  tomb, 
Beyond  the  day  ; 

2  When  in  the  stillness  of  the  hour, 

Mid  doubt  and  fears, 
There  came  a  vision  of  the  power 
Of  coming  years. 

3  Lost  every  sound  in  midnight's  hush, 

Gone  every  star  ; 
Night  without  hope  of  morning's  blush 
Near  or  afar. 

4  Ah  I  what  was  night,  or  what  was  day, 

To  us  wlio  wept. 
Above  tlie  blue,  above  the  gray, 
Wiiere  low  they  slept! 

5  And  onr  dear  land,  so  rent  with  strife, 

What  the  to  be  ? 
What  mighty  force  from  death  to  life 
Wins  victory  ? 


6  Go<l  is  in  the  darkness ;  God  is  in  the  night ; 
P'rom  the  deepest  gloom  He  can  wake  the  light; 
Call  a  world  from  chaos  by  His  mighty  |>ower, — 
San>;  the  voice  of  faith  in  that  solemn  hour. 

7  God  %cas  in  the  darkness,  for  lie  bid  the  night 
Hide  her  gathered  clouds,  and  siiowhergemsof  light, 
As  His  thought  to  vision  grew  for  our  blinder  sense, 
Making  plain  the  wonders  of  His  Providence. 

8  Lo !  a  cross  of  pearly  white  spans  the  eastern  sky, 
Wliite  against  tiie  blue,  nor  a  cloudlet  floating  by. 
White  as  crystal  snows,  when  the   sunshine  shim- 
mers down. 

Girt  about  with  stars  for  a  golden  crown. 

9  And  an  angel  coming  in  a  woman's  guise. 
Coming  near  and  nearer  from  the  western  skies. 
With  our  royal  banner,  our  royal  banner  true. 
With  its  stripes  and  stars,  its  bonny  folds  of  blue. 

10  Coming  near  and  nearer  where  the  white  cross  shone, 
Round  its  pillared  beauty  was  the  banner  tiirown ; 
Ah,  my  eyes  are  misty  with  the  flow  of  woman's 

tears. 
As  I  call  this  vision  o'er  the  score  of  years  I 

11  O'er  the  dreary  discord,  o'er  the  weary  strife, 
W^aved  the  glorious  banner  of  our  nation's  life; 
To  the  cross  it  clingeth.  truth  alone  makes  free, 

^^        And  in  woman's  liand  shall  Love  the  standard  be. 


12  God  was  in  the  darkness  ;  God  xcas  in  the  night; 
From  the  deepest  gloom  He  has  called  the  liglU, — 
And  His  name  is  honored  from  tiie  shore  to  sea, 
Where  our  banner  waves — the  emblem  of  the  free. 

13  Ah,  my  heart  is  heavy  with  the  weight  of  woman's 

tears. 
Heavy  with  the  memories  of  a  score  of  years, 
When  I  count  the  homes  where  our  loved  ones  weep. 
When  I  count  the  graves  where  our  heroes  sleep  I 

14  But  my  heart  is  joyous  with   the  joy  of  woman's 

tears. 
Jovous  with  the  memories  of  a  score  of  years. 
When  I  count  the  altars  where  our  heroes  stand. 
Heroes    true   for   "God,   and    Home,   and   Native 

Land." 

15  God  hath  called  thee,  sister  woman,  by  His  power, 
God  hath  called  thee,  sister  hero,  to  this  hour, 
Not  till  victory  comes  lay  thy  armor  down. 

Bear  the  burden  till  the  cross  shall  be  a  crown ! 

IG  Pledge  we  then  our  faith  and  love!     Pledge  it  still 
anew ! 
To  each  other,  to  our  homes,  to  our  God.  be  true ! 
If  in  Him  we  trust,  our  land  shall  know  no  los.s. 
While  woman's  hand  shall  clasp  the  Banner  and  the 
Cross. 

ESTHER  T.    HOISH. 

firatUeboro'.  Vt.,  1883. 


TEMPERANCE.     TRIBUTE  TO  OUR  WOMEN. 


C2; 


HER   GIFTS. 

1  Wliat  (lid  she  j^ive  ? 

Scant  stort!  of  gold  she  yuvc  to  (•liiiich  or  |M»ur  ; 

Shu  hoiiglit  with  wt-uhlj  uor  f»i»t,v  nor  fuim*. 
Ilcr  foot  .scarce  crossed  the  thre.shold  of  licr  door ; 

A  plaything  to  the  childish  world,  her  name 
She  never  gave. 

2  Wliat  did  slif  give? 

Slie  gave  to  greedy   Toil  lur  ttiider  hamls, 

Tliat  other  palms  his  ritugiitiu(l  grasp  might  shun  ; 

Alone  she  trod  Pain's  dreary  desert  lands, 
Tliat  other  feet  in  pleasant  paths  might  run, 
All  this  ?  Ay  !  more, 

3  What  did  .she  give ! 

She  gave  up  l)Ie.ssed  love  for  others*  sake ; 

Desire  she  ki.ssed  and  bade  good-l)y.     Joy,  Grace 
Her  side  forsook  ;   her  tryst  with  lu>pe  she  brake, 

And  turnetl  to  Povertv  a  smiling  face. 
les,  more  tlian  tiiis. 

4  What  coulil  she  more  ? 

Yes,  one  thing  more.     She  left  at  last  her  ways. 

Unhindered  now  her  patient  feet  might  run 
To  bear  the  undeserving  liands  the  praise 

A  blind  world  gave  for  work  tliat  she  had  done. 
None  could  <lo  more. 

5  Life  hath  no  njore. 

No  more,  dear  heart,  is  tliine  to  give.     Thine  all 
Is  (iod's  and  on  His  altar  lai<l.      His  rod 

And  start"  are  thine.     They  only  wait  thy  call. 

Ah  !  no ;  thy  hand  doth  hold  them  fast.    Thy  God 
Himself  gives  thee. 

ANNIC  M.  LIBBY. 
Id  "  Bnoton  TtBucript,'  ScpL  1S31. 

THE   YET  TO   BE. 

1  I  stand  on  the  treshhold,  I  plaiidy  see 
The  glorious  'thing.s  of  the  '*  yet  to  be." 
What  prophet,  priest,  and  sage  has  told. 
In  theme  antl  rhyme  and  sermons  old, 
Flame  out  on  my  vision  grand  ami  free 
As  I  sing  in  joy  of  the  "yet  to  be." 

2  When  man  i.s  purgi'il  of  passion's  fire, 
And  his  soul  is  gnat  with  hii.'Ii  desire. 
To  be  like  henM-s  and  sages  old 

In  tlie  blessed  time  in  the  age  of  gold  ; 
Woman  free  from  lur  long  worn  chain. 
Entered  her  high  estate  again  ; 
Motlier  crowned  with  her  blesst-d  crown 
That  fadeth  not,  no  leaves  turned  brown  ; 
Then  son  and  sire  will  joy  to  si-t! 
The  queen  that  is  the  "yet  to  be." 

3  Winn  war  is  over  and  love  untold 
Will  fill  the  heart — no  thirst  for  gold 
Will  coil  and  sting  like  a  ser[H'nt  there. 
In  the  time  of  bloom  in  a  land  so  fair ; 
Where  unveiled  eyes  will  plainly  see 
(Jod's  rule  of  Love  in  Uie  "  yet  to  he." 

kLIZAnHTH   L.  RAins. 
New  OrlmiM.  ISM. 


COMRADESHIP. 

The  (raathaart  of  .Mn  Ix-uTltt  cl»liiu  Um  vbulo  rouutt  world  for  tba 
hlHB<-il  ouinraiUiihiii  <,l  tL<>  W.  C.  T.  V. 

KnuHxa  E.  WUUnL 

1  Vtars  .igo  there  came  a  footfall  from  an  o|M'n    d<K>r, 
Faltering,  feeble,  fearful ;  but  the  mighty  love  it  Iwre 
Waked  sweet  music  whose  resoumling  echoes  ever- 
more. 

2  Earth  .so  dull  and  step  so  tender,  whence  did  mut-ic 

wake  ? 
Iliddiu  keys  of  sensate  wires  that  could  their  silence 

break, 
I'nderueath  the  step  of  woman,  all  for  love's  sake  ! 

3  Love  that  brings  a  new  translation  to  the  high  and 

lowly  ! 
Love,  the  Midas  touch  of  gold,  that  transmutes  us 

wholly  ! 
"  For  G(k1,  and  home,  and  native  land,"  says  the 

legend  holy ! 

4  Love  that  twines  her  mystic  letters  in  a  four-fold 

chain  ! 
And  a  little  knot  of  ribbon  white,  in  and  out  again. 
Tied  so  strong  that  all  the  world  can  never  break  in 

twain. 

5  Love  that  binds  the  homes  together  of  the  east  and 

west. 
Links  the  north  and  south  as  one  ;  ah,  you  know  the 

rest. 
You  diar  women  with  the  badge  of  white  upon  your 

breast ! 
G   Know  how,  that  if  but  spoken  the  mystic  letters  o'<t> 
The  cabalistic  letters  in  the  chain  of  letters  four. 
The  hearts  who  know  their  meaning  can  ne'er  U; 

strangers  more. 

7  Know  how  the  faithful  workers  true,  keep  the  liglit 

aglow. 
On  the  path  w  here  human  feet  are  wandering  to  and 

fro. 
Poor    feet,    so   weak   and    halting !    poor   feet   that 

stumble  so  ! 

8  Know  of  her,  our  leader,   who  more   than   all  hath 

bound  us 
Heart  and  hand  together  where  ever  duty  found  us  ; 
And    who  makes  our  bunlens  light  with   her  love 

around  us. 

9  Know  how  speeds  she,  our  brave  hero,  to  the  far  off 

lancls. 
With  the  ple<lge  of  sister  love  from  the  praying  liands, 
'Till  the  "  whole  rouml  world  "  be  gatheriMi  in  our 

circling  hands. 
10  O  "  C'onini<h'ship,"  so  "  blessed  I  "   what  wonls  c.in 

e'er  jMirtray 
The    help    an<l    strength   thou  hringrst  along  lifc'i 

toil.Home  way  ? 
TItou  art  the  sunrise  of  the  dear  millennial  day  ! 

MR*.    rj<TIIIIR   T.    HOI'SN. 

Itntllrb<T<.'.  V^    Juljr.  I<» 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  BONO. 


TRIBUTE  OF  ESTEEM  TO  COL.  GEO.  W.  BAIN. 

The  Canada  temperance  women  appreciate  Col.  Bain.    One  gifted 
■lugor,  Mrs.  M.  H.  Wriglit— sends  thin  bit  o{  verse  after  bim:    SignaL 

TRIBUTE    OF    ESTEEM. 

1  Work  on  !   Kentucky  Brother, 

For  Canada's  fair  fame, 
Anil  every  wife  and  mother 
Shall  bless  thy  honor'd  name. 

2  If  broad  and  noble  waters 

Roll  twixt  your  land  and  ouns, 
Thouifh  broader  were  those  waters 
We'll  bring  Immortelle  Hower.s — 

3  The  laurel,  and  the  queenly  rose. 

To  strew  where  thou  shalt  tread, 
Like  perfume  of  thy  noble  acts. 
When  thou  art  with  the  dead. 

MRS.  M.  H.  WRIGHT.     18&1. 


^stljcr  C.  lousl] 


Is  the  able  and  successful  editor  of  the  Woman's  Magazine,  published 
at  Brattleboro',  Vt.  It  was  formerly  called  Woman  at  Work,  and  was 
published  at  Louisville,  Ky.  Her  management  of  ttiat  grand  magazine 
is  most  excellent,  and  does  honor  to  womanhood.  Mrs.  Housh  is  a  wo- 
mait  of  rare  genius  and  ]>oetic  talent, coupled  with  an  energy  and  executive 
ability  not  often  found.  The  editor  of  this  Tolumn  had  the  pleasure  of 
meeting  her  at  the  National  Convention  of  W.  C.  T.  U.  workers,  Oct. 
22,  1884,  and  found  ber  to  be  most  charming  in  person  and  conversation. 
She  is  rather  petite  in  figmre,  a  decided  brunette,  with  most  winning 
womanly  ways.  She  has  proved  a  very  valuable  friend  to  Wuman  in 
Soared  Song,  in  more  ways  than  one.  Tl>e  following  beautiful  poem, 
which  has  been  much  admired,  was  written  for  the  California  Medical 
University's  Alumnae  Evening,  1883. 


WOMAN'S    GOLDEN    HOUR 

Listen  to  the  echoes  stealing 

Through  the  years ! 
Echoes  evermore  revealing 

All  the  fears 
Of  the  first  brave-hearted  woman, 
Loving,  earnest,  tender,  human. 

At  the  gate. 
Where  the  rusty  lock  a-creaking, 
And  the  voice  of  man  a-speaking, 

Bids  her  wait. 

Wait!  outside  the  door  of  learning; 
Wait !  her  plea  forever  spurning  ; 

Wait  alway  ! 
Wait,  because  she  was  a  woman. 
Loving,  earnest,  tender,  human. 

Till  the  day 
When  the  chains  should  all  be  broken, 
For  the  Lord  him.self  iiad  spoken: 

"  Hoiid  nor  free," 
But  ''oiii'  in  C'liri.st  "  the  world  shall  be. 


3  "  Knock  !  It  shall  be  opened  "  to  thee ; 

Knock  alway  ! 
This  was  truly  woman's  duty 

To  obey. 
So  the  echoes  came  a  stealing, 
All  her  faith  and  love  revealing, 

Till  the  door, 
Barred  and  bolted  ere  before, 

Barred  no  more, 
Now  swings  a  welcome  open  wide, 
To  man  and  woman  side  by  side. 

4  Shall  we  count  the  battles  fought  when  the  victory's 

won  ? 
Chant  the  dirges  while  the  song  of  triumph  floating 

on  ? 
Tell  of  crosses  by  the  way,  tell  of  sorrow's  power. 
While  the  bells  are  pealing  out  the  glorious  woman's 

hour  ? 

5  Blending  with  the  joyous  pa>ans  are  the  echoes  of  the 

years. 
Speed  they  with  a  message  of  the  brave  heart's  hopes 

and  fears  ; 
Crowns   await  the  soul  that  conquers  foes  without, 

within ; 
Cowards  win  not  in  the  race,  but  victors  enter  in. 

6  Woman's  hour  !  Ah,  can  it  be  my  longing  eyes  behold 
Woman  standing  on  the  threshold  of  the  age  of  gold. 
With  the  gift  of  healing,  taught  of  mind  and  trained 

of  hand, 
Woman,  queenly  in  her  right  to  "  comfort  and  com- 
mand "  ? 

7  The  motherhood  of  woman  is  her  richest  boon  of  life  ; 
Her  holiest  birth-right  is  to  be  a  loved  and  honored 

wife ; 
In  her  bosom  is  the  refuge  for  the  sick  and  tempest 

riven, 
In  her  faith    that  holds  to  God  the  surest  hope  of 

Heaven. 

8  Ah !  she  could  not  be  physician  to  the  body  worn 

and  ill 
Without  bringing  of  the  manna  that  each  daily  dews 

distill. 
Manna  of  her  love  and  blessing,  manna  of  a  Father's 

care. 
He  who  comforts  as  a  mother,  sweetest  title  written 

there ! 

9  With  glad  hosannas  then  we  hail  the  age,  the  age  of 

Gold, 
When   purer  laws  and  purer  love  shall  human  life 

enfold, 
When  all  the  doors  of  sin  are  barred,  the  doors  of 

wi.sdom  wide 
With  welcouie    for    the  woman  who  can    stand    by 

nmnhood's  side — 
He  crowned  a  king  by  rightful  rule,  she  queen  by 

regal  power 
Of  royal    .self-hood  in   the  noon  of  woman's  golden 

hour ! 

ESTUER  T    )IoLHll. 


TEMPERANCE.    TRIBUTE  TO  OUR  WOMEN. 


C29 


Sirs.  Gallic  |.  Cbapin 


Of  Charlcflton,  South  Carolina,  State  Pie«ldent  of  the  Womau'l 
ChrUlian  Teuiperaiicc  Uuloii,  U  ooe  of  the  S4)utirii  iu<«t  tirilliuiit  wu- 
nieii,  and  ono  of  Ihu  forvmoitt  of  thoau  who  wvro  viiliatctl  iu  tliu  liitvr- 
lit«  of  t«uj|it'rani'u,  8outb  of  thu  (liviilluK  linu.  HhL-  In  a  luoat  viitcTtalii- 
liig  platform  Kptulcur,  uml  in  (irobubly  doiiiit  iiiore  than  any  otiivr  one 
woman,  of  thu  many  duvotvil  workvr*  now  In  tbi-  South,  to  advuncu  the 
oaiiKu  of  Prohibition.  Among  her  lirst  public  uttcruiicva  wan  the  fol- 
lowlutf  luittu'tic  twroratlou. 

"(>,  thu  aiixk'ty  wu  Iuitu  |>uM(-d  through,  aouth  of  Moaon  and  DIxon'a 
Unu  :  Such  wanting  and  mildew  I  Tbv  grarua  that  have  hiddm  in  their 
darknt-M  brilliant,  talented  men  we  loTod  so  dearly,  brare  and  lienilc, 
tendir  hearted:  tbelr  eyea  brilliant  aa  atara,  their  carriage  erect  and 
manly;  chivalroua  to  a  fault,  an<l  aclf-aacrlflcing:  and  tbeai'  not  only  our 
own  beloved,  but  thow*  of  our  «iat<'ra  In  every  atate.  King  Alcohol 
brought  low  thi«e  loved  ones.  Oiled  Iheae  rlctinu  at  the  laat  with  mortal 
ternim,  ami  then  they  died. 

The  voictarf  thu  martyred  dead  are  being  heard,  and  we  men  and 
womoD  will  avenge  their  murdered  reawin  and  dubaaed  bodies.  Henoe- 
foitb  Houthurn  women'a  children  aluUl  not  be  eaat  into  the  arma  of 
Moloch,  or  be  madu  to  paaa  through  the  fire.  The  atrong  men  and  wo- 
men muHt  mount  up  to  a  higher  plane  of  exlatence  than  that  of  Mam- 
mon, deliaaing  atrong  drink  and  politic*,  and  dup  handa  with  our  dear 
norttaem  slater*  In  seeking  thu  attor  uTerthrow  of  King  Alcohol" 


A    WOMAN'S    PLATFORM    FOR 
NORTH    AND   SOUTH. 

Mra.  Halllo  F.  Cbapin  oloaed  her  ad'lreas  in  the  amphitheater  at  Cbaa- 
tauiiua,  with  the  following  unique  and  beautiful  orignal  p<«m.  It  is  a 
platform  worthy  of  the  a|{e-— Uolon  Signal,  1884. 

1  Tlien,  women,  build  what  men  in  vain 

Have  tried  to  build  these  lumdred  years, 
And  failed  in  throes  of  heart  and  brain. 

And  torture  (Ue|>,  and  blood  and  tears; 
A  platform  broad  as  all  the  land, 

VVhere  north  and  south,  ami  east  and  west 
In  rjrand  and  hi<;h  accord  may  stand, 

Arm  linked  with  arm,  and  breast  with  breast. 

2  Where  Maiue  may  bring  her  plank  of  pine 

To  mortice  with  p.ilmetto  beam, 
And  round  the  stately  elm  entwine 

Vines  from  the  bayou's  turbid  stream  ; 
Wliilt;  stancdiions  set  in  jrranite  rork. 

From  old  New  Hampshire's  bosom  brought. 
Will  stand  all  storms  nor  heed  their  shock, 

With  Alabama  iron  wrought; 
Where  Mississippi,  hand  to  hand 

With  Minnesot.a,  asks  to  be. 
Seeking  redemption  for  our  land, 

Struggling  to  set  the  nation  free ; 
And  Florida,  from  out  her  groves 

Of  tropic  fruit  and  towering  palm, 

3  Joins  with  brave  Kans.as,  whom  she  loves. 

And  sings  with  her  the  inspiring  psnlm. 
«    Where  all  the  old  and  grand  thirteen. 

Who  broke,  as  one,  the  tyrant's  sway, 
May  with  their  sister  states  i)e  .seen 

Kng.iged  again  in  deadliest  fray. 
The  eruel  gulf,  by  earn.age  made. 

Too  long  has  severed  kindred  blood ; 
But  where  our  banners  are  «lisplayed 


An  areh  of  pi-aee  now  sj>aiis  the  flood. 
With  every  souikI  of  discord  stilled. 

High  on  that  glorious  airh  we  htami, 
AVitli  one  resolve  each  heart  is  lilh-d 

To  strike  for  home  and  native  land. 

4  W(!  hold  alone  the  place  sublime. 

No  elaiins  of  section,  creed  or  [iride, 
Nor  thought  of  color,  class,  or  clime. 

Our  love-embattled  ranks  divide  ; 
Deep  unto  deep,  with  answering  cry, 

Atlantic  to  Pacific  pleads  ; 
Hold  women  to  your  j)ur|)ose  high, 

And  show  your  faith,  by  word  ami  deed; 
Then,  women,  build,  for  be  you  sure; 

You  build  far  better  than  you  know, 
And  that  you  are  building  shall  enduro 

Till  time  itself  shall  be  no  more. 

MBa.  8ALUC   r.  CIIAPIM. 


ANNIVERSARY    HYNN. 

Txmo—"A  uhl  Vang  Synt.' 

DEnirATF.n  to  the  woman's  xationai-  nini.sTiAN 

TEMPEKAXC  K   fXIOJf   OX    ITS   81XTU    ANN! VKItSAICV, 
AUGUST  15,    1880. 

[At  Ohantauqua,  Sabbath,  Anguat  IS,  after  a  magnlfloent  wnnon  on 
tcmi>erance,  by  Joseph  Cook,  four  thousand  voice*  nuwle  grand  melody 
singing  theac  worda  to  the  tune  of  "  Auld  Lang  Hyne.~J 

1  Where  green  Chautauqua's  arches  bend 

To  kiss  her  lake-bound  shore, 
From  east,  from  west,  from  north  we  wend, 

Hand  clasped  in  hand  once  more. 
To  kneel  again  where  once  we  knelt, 

AVIieii  tiod's  inspiring  call. 
Forth  from  these  shades  our  women  sent 

To  rescuing  work  for  all. 

2  Up  from  our  sowing  far  and  near. 

The  rpiickening  seed  of  Ckxl, 
We  come  to  lay  our  reaping  here, 

I'pon  C'hautaiKpia's  sod. 
And  weave  our  chaplet  of  high  praise 

Before  (haiitauipia's  I.orrl, 
For  blessings  in  these  "latter  d.ays  " 

On  His  hand-maidens  poured. 

3  God  of  this  forest  temple,  lo  !  — 

Thy  daughters  kneel  to  Thee  ; 
Pour  out  u|>on  us  ere  we  go, 

Thy  Spirit  rich  and  free  ; 
That  stroni;  to  fight  hell's  strongest  arm, 

Almighty  in   Ihy  mii^hl. 
Our  words  of  love  all  hearts  may  «  irm. 

Our  lives  till  eartli  with  light. 

Hiaa  MAKuaacT  a    «in-i<iw. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


HOW    THE    WORK   GOES    FORWARD. 

Toilinu;  on  mid  the  ripened  grain 

Of  tile  yellow  and  bending  fields, 
Many  a  skillful  laborer 

A  ixlaneinii  sickle  wields. 
Sliinetli  the  sun  at  morninsj  hour 

On  busy  hearts  and  hands, 
Tlu!  noontide  glow  and  westering  beams 

Light  a  myriad  toiling  bands. 
Nor  tarrieth  long  enougii  the  day 

For  the  zeal  of  these  workers  true ; 
In  the  moon's  clear  light  and  in  sombre  night 

They  are  found   at  their  tasks  anew. 
Are  these  reapers  unwearied,  of  stalwart  strength 

And  forms  of  giant  mould  ? 
Does  the  harvest  they  glean  bring  rich  return 

In  wealth  of   shining  gold  ? 
Why,  look  ye  well  !     They  are  womankind 

Wiio  are  toiling    night  and  day, 
And  the  harvest  gains  they  eagerly  crave 

Are  the  souls  of   men,  they  say. 
AViiere  the  demon  of  drink  a  battle  has  gained, 

And  men  have  gone  down  in  the  fight, 
Where  youthful  hosts,  unscathed  as  yet, 

The  enemy's  blows  invite  ; 
Where  tears  are  flowing,  and  hearts  are  rent, 

And  desolate  homes  stand  sombre  and  grim  ; 
Wlipre  Heaven  bends  low  if  souls  repent — 

Wherever  lie  leadeth  they  follow  Ilim. 
With  head  and  heart  and  hand  they  work. 

With  word  persuasive,  with  song  and  prayer, 
With  dauntless  endeavor  and  s]nrit  brave 

To  rescue  the  fallen  they  all  things  dare. 
When  the  sheaves  are  gathered  and  the  garnered 
grain 

Is  safe  from  the  blight  and  the  blasting  storm. 
With  the  Women's  Reaping, — a  record  strange, — 

In  story  and  song  will  our  hearts  grow  warm. 

MISS  JULIA   A.    WILLAKD. 

Latrobe,  Pa.,  1881. 


Exodus  14. 


For  Israel's  sake  He  divided  the  sea, 

And  said,  "  Go  forward,  I'll  fight  for  thee." 

Through  the  pillar  of  fire  lie  troubled  the  host 

Of  Egyptians,  and  chariots  and  horsemen  were  lost ; 

We  will  see  His  salvation  and  stand  at  our  post. 


Joshua  3. 

The  Jordan  o'erflowed,  its  waters  were  wide, 
But  the  priests  stood  firm  in  the  lapping  tide. 
God  moved  back  the  waters,  they  heaped  far  away, 
His  children  went  over,  and  dry  was  the  way, 
And  the  land  of  promise  was  Israel's  that  day. 

No  foe  can  withstand  when  the  Lord  leadeth  on  ; 
Their  hearts  melt  with  fear,  their  cities  are  won ; 
His  anger  consumes,  His  wrath  doth  abide 
On  sins  that  in  darkness  doth  secretly  hide  ; 
But  the  faithful  and  loving  shall  walk  by  His  side. 

Awake !  see  what  His  salvation  hath  wrought ; 
What   victory    o'er    sins    with    His   blood    He  hath 

bought ; 
His  kingdom  shall  stretch  over  land  and  o'er  sea. 
And  peoples  and  nations  shall  all   bow  the  knee, 
And  truth,  love  and  righteousness  ever  shall  be. 

His  splendor  shall  dawn  on  the  nations  that  sleep. 
And  hearts  tune  to  gladness  that  only  could  weep ; 
The  billows  that  toss  over  life's  troubled  sea 
Shall  be  still,  when  He  speaks,  as  the  sweet  Galilee, 
And  the  earth  and  the  heaven  His  clorv  shall  see. 

EMMA   E.   OKENDORFF. 

Delaran,  111.,  1883. 


COMFORT    IN    BEREAVEMENT. 


W.    C.    T.    U. 


Isaiali  63. 


1  "VNHio  cometh  from  Edom— our  chosen  guide, 
W.  C.  T.  U. 
From  the  vintage  of  Bozrah  with  garments  dyed  ? 

W.  C.  T.  U. 
In  strength  and  righteousness  Lord  and  King 
He  cometh  His  children  salvation  to  bring. 
He  cometh  His  own  to  avenge.  Oh  !  sing. 
W.  C.  T.  U. 
C„„nts.—     W.  C.  T.  U.  W.  C.  T.  U. 

Our  God  is  our  Leader,  our  Saviour  is  King, 
Ye  lame  leaji  for  joy,  ye  sorrowful  sing  ; 
Ye  nations  make  iiasto.  and  hosannas  shall  ring. 
W.  C.  T.  U. 


Ps.  ciii  :  16. 

1  So  fades  the  lovely  blooming  flower, 
Frail,  smiling  solace  of  an  hour ! 

So  soon  our  transient  comforts  fly. 
And  pleasure  only  blooms  to  die. 

2  Is  there  no  kind,  no  lenient  art 
To  heal  the  anguish  of  the  heart  ? 
Divine  Redeemer,  be  thou  nigh : 
Thy  comforts  were  not  made  to  die ! 

3  Then  gentle  Patience  smiles  on  Pain, 
And  dying  Hope  re\  ives  again  ; 

IIo|)e  wipes  the  tear  from  Sorrow's  ej'es. 
And  Faith  points  upward  to  the  sky. 


ANNE  BTEKLB. 


TEMPERANCE.     THE  WORKERS  CROSSIXO  THE  RIVER.    COMFORT  FOR  THE  BEREAVED. 


C'Jl 


HYMNS  AND  READINGS  SUITABLE  FOR  THE  FUNERAL  OR 
MEMORIAL  SERVICES  OF  OUR  WORKERS. 


CROSSING   THE    RIVER   TIME. 

1  Tlicy're  crossing  die  river  ;  and  one  by  one 

Arc  launching  llieir  boats  away, 
And  some  of  the  number  are  aircil  ones 

Whose  tresses  are  streaked  witli  gray; 
They've  gone  to  the  river  with  tot'ring  steps — 

These  pilgrims  weary  and  old : 
They  saw  not  the  waters,  but  looked  across 

To  the  gleaming  gates  of  gold. 

2  They're  crossing  tlie  river, — these  trav'lers  all — 

Some  entering  manhood's  prime; 
And  eagerly,  (irmly,  they  grasp  the  oars 

And  glide  down  the  river  Time. 
They  carefully  steer  'round  rocks  and  crags, 

Nor  shrink  from  the  cloud  or  wind, 
While  the  vessel  that  bears  the  aged  ones 

Is  drifling  soon,  fur  behind. 

3  They're  crossing  tlie  river ;  and  some  are  young 

And  blithe  as  the  birds  in  May, 
Their  hai)|)y  voices  with  laughter  and  song 

IMaki>  merry  the  weary  way. 
And  their  eyes  are  bright  with  the  glow  of  youth, 

So  they  pass  the  old  folks  by 
And  leave  l)ut  the  echo  of  joyousness, 

To  mingle  with  tear  and  sigh, 

4  They're  crossing  the  river  ;  this  river  Time — 

Sweet  babies,  in  robes  of  white  ; 
And  they  watch  the  eddies  that  come  and  go 

With  crows  and  coos  of  delight. 
They  lave  in  the  waves  with  their  dimpled  banils 

And  soon  they  are  seen  no  more  ; 
But  the  dear  old  pilgrims  sail  slowly  on 

And  are  last  to  reach  the  shore. 

5  So  the  river  is  white  with  drifting  sails, 

And  the  boats  are  large  and  small. 
But  some  of  them  strike  on  the  cold,  gray  rocks, 

Anil  never  anchor  at  all  : 
Oh !    we  too  are  going  the  self-same  way — 

Old.  young,  and  in  life's  bright  prime ; 
Antl  we  hope  to  anchor  our  tremb'ling  baniues 

Beyond,  — in  the  Better  Clime  I 

IDA  »COTT  TATLOR.     1879. 

HE   GIVETH    HIS    BELOVED   SLEEP. 

FsaUm  cxxtU  :  1 
1   Poor  mourner,  tempted  oft  and  tried 
With  all  the  ills  that  lifi-  beset. 
Misfortune,  want  and  hnmble<l  pride. 

With  sinking  heart  and  cheek  all  wet, 
A  little  longer  j>ersevere, 

i'hiTe  comes  a  time  thou  wilt  not  weep. 
For  He'll  remove  thy  grief  and  fear, 
.Viid  give  to  His  budoved,  sleep. 


2  Brave  soldier  on  Life's  baltle-fuld. 

Where  all  contend,  as  l>e>l  they  may. 
To  vanquish  wnjng — the  right  to  shield. 

Fight  manfully  till  clo.se  of  day  ; 
Rally,  once  more,  thy  failing  powers. 

And  when  Night's  shadows  onward  creep, 
Sweet  rest  comes  with  its  darkening  hours, — 

He  gives  to  His  belove<l,  sleep. 

3  Thou  on  the  couch  of  racking  pain. 

No  ease,  no  rest  by  day  or  night, 
Wlio.se  fainting  heart,  whose  throbiiing  brain 

Sees  in  the  future  nothing  bright. 
He  hath  a  listening,  pitying  ear; 

His  promise  He  will  surely  keep, 
That,  if  thou  eallest.  He  will  hear 

And  give  to  His  beloved,  sleep. 

4  Oh !  blessed  thought,  when  tired  and  worn 

With  Un\,  temptation,  or  with  grief. 
However  weary,  or  forlorn. 

That  ready  hand  can  bring  relief  j 
And,  with  the  tenderness  of  love. 

Wipe  tears  from  eyes  long  used  to  weep, 
Sorrow  and  weariness  remove, 

By  giving  His  beloved,  sleep. 

5  Ah!  'neath  His  lifted  wing,  may  I 

Find  shelter,  too,  and  calm  rejK)8e: 
And  to  His  sure  protection  tiy 

In  all  my  sorrows,  all  my  woes ; 
In  time  to  come,  remembering 

If  a  pure,  s|K)tless  heart  I  keep. 
Beneath  His  broad  o'er.>had()wing  wing 
Securely  I  may  sink  to  sleeji. 

AOCLIA  c.  nRAVEn.    irai 
Uarj  Sharp  Collcfe,  Wiocliiala'.  IVns 


A    DIRGE. 

1  Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God, 

Young  spirit  I   rest  thee  now  ; 
Even  while  with  us  thy  fo^jtslep  trod 
His  seal  was  on  thy  brow. 

2  Dust  to  it«  narrow  hou.se  beneath  ! 

.Sold  to  its  platre  on  high  I  — 
They  th.at  have  seen  thy  look  in  death. 
No  more  ui.ty  fear  to  die. 

3  Lone  are  the  |tnths.  and  s.id  the  iHiwer."*, 

Whence  thy  meek  smile  is  gone  ; 
But  Oh  !  a  brighter  home  than  ours. 
In  hcaveu  is  now  thine  own. 

MkA.    BUIAJia. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


JESUS   IS   CALLING   FOR   THEE. 

1  Wlien,  as  of  old,  in  her  sadness 

M:iry  sat  weeping  alone, 
Softly  tile  voiee  of  her  sister 

Whispered,  "The  Master  has  come." 
So,  in  the  depths  of  thy  sorrow, 

(jiall  though  its  fountain  may  be, 
List !  there  cometh  a  whisper, 
"  Jesus  is  calling  for  thee.'' 

2  Oh  !  when  th}-  pleasures  are  flowing, 

Fading  thy  hope  and  thy  trust. 
When  of  the  deareA  earth-treasures 

Dust  shall  return  unto  dust  : 
Then,  though  the  world  may  invite  thee, 

Vain  will  its  offering  be  ; 
List !  for  there  cometh  a  whisper, 
"Jesus  is  calling  for  thee." 

3  Down  by  the  shore  of  death's  river, 

Some  time  thy  footsteps  shall  stray 
"Where  waits  an  angel  to  bear  thee 

Over  to  infinite  day. 
What  then,  though  dark  be  his  shadow, 

If  when  his  coming  thou  see, 
Cometh  there  softly  a  whisper, 
"  Jesus  is  calling  for  thee." 

ORACE  OLENN. 

In  "  Wreath  of  Praise,"  by  Asa  Hull. 


WHY? 
IN  MEMORIAM. 

1  Why  do  we  always  mourn,  O  Death, 

Wiien  thy  soft  hand  shuts  out  the  night 
Of  earthly  woes,  and  opes  the  gates 
Of  everlasting  joy  and  light? 

2  Why  do  we  sorrow  those  who  find 

From  all  their  toil  a  grateful  rest, — 
When  aching  heart  and  throbbing  head 
Have  found  at  last  a  Father's  breast? 

3  Why  do  we  weep,  when  yearning  souls 

At  last  are  free,  at  last  can  go 
Beyond  the  clouds  that  hid  their  Sun, 
Eacli  woe  and  heartache  left  below  ? 

4  Wliy  do  we  grieve  ?  do  we  not  know 

That  we  shall  follow  bye-and-bve  ? 
Though  fainting  'neath  a  heavy  load 
We  soon  shall  know  the  reason  why. 

5  O  souls  in  deepest  anguish  bowed, 

Ye  weep, — but  Jesus  wept,  He  knows 
Your  every  pang,  on  His  dear  breast 
You  may  pour  out  your  bitter  woes. 

6  Close  to  His  wounded  side,  O  hearts 

All  ltruis(Ml  and  torn,  you  may  draw  near; 
Breathing  a  hope  of  that  dear  Heaven 
Where  Go<l  shall  wipe  away  each  tear. 

MAKTIIA    rr.ARHON   HMITH.      1884 


LET    ME   GO. 


1  Let  me  go ! — The  day  is  breaking, 

Morning  bursts  upon  mine  eye, 
Death  this  mortal  frame  is  shaking — 
But  the  soul  can  never  die ! 

2  Let  me  go  ! — That  day-star  beaming. 

Gilds  the  radiant  realms  above  ; 
Its  full  glory  on  me  streaming, 
Lights  me  to  that  land  of  love ! 

3  Let  me  go  ! — My  warfare's  ended ; 

Night's  dark  shades  have  passed  away ; 
All  in  view  is  glory  splendid. 
Boundless  and  eternal  day  ! 

4  Let  me  go  ! — My  Master's  chariot 

Waits  in  state  to  bear  me  home — 
Purchase  of  His  grace  and  merit, — 
Alleluia !  Lord,  I  come  ! 

5  Now  I  am  Thine,  and  Thine  forever. 

While  eternal  ages  roll  ; 
Sense  and  sin  no  more  shall  sever 
Thy  blest  presence  from  my  soul 

6  Now,  amid  the  sacred  splendor 

Of  the  glorious  hosts  above. 
Everlasting  praise  I'll  render 

To  that  God,  whose  name  is  Love ! 

MABT  PTPEE. 


THE   SUMMER    LAND   OF    BLISS- 


p.    M. 

1  Beyond  this  land  of  parting,  losing,  and  leaving. 

Far  beyond  the  losses,  darkening  this. 
And  far  beyond  the  taking  and  the  bereaving. 
Lies  the  summer  land  of  bliss. 

2  Beyond  this  land  of  toiling,  sowing,  and  reaping, 

Far  beyond  the  shadows,  darkening  this. 
And  far  beyond  the  sighing,  moaning,  and  weeping. 
Lies  the  summer  land  of  bliss. 

3  Beyond  this  land  of  sinning,  fainting,  and  falling. 

Far  beyond  the  doublings,  darkening  this. 
And  far  beyond  the  griefs  and  dangers  befalling. 
Lies  the  summer  laud  of  bliss. 

4  Beyond  this  land  of  waitmg,  seeking,  and  sighing, 

Far  bevond  the  sorrows,  darkening  this. 
And  far  beyond  the  pain,  and  sickness,  and  dying. 
Lies  the  summer  land  of  bliss. 

MRS.   M.  B.  C.  BLADE  1880. 


TEMPERAXCE.    THE  WORKERS  CROSSING  THE  RIVER.    COMPORT  FOR  THE  BEREAVED. 

1  WILL  NOT  LEAVE  YOU  COMFORTLESS. 


CJ3 


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way,     Look  np  -wan!  un    -  to    mc ;  Tho' sev  -  cred  are   your  earthly   He«,        I'll     care     for    thee. 
low  Is  short    ant!  sad        at    beat;  But  there's  a    horiu"    boyond  the  sky,     Where  you      may   rest, 

less,"  Whai  pre  -  rioiis  words  are  (fivpn:I,ook  up- ward,  you  shall  meet   a-  gain       In      yon  -   der    heaven. 

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1  "We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever  : 

Tiiere  will  be  a  glorious  dawn  ; 
We  shall  niL'ft  to  part,  no,  uevcr! 

On  the  resurrection  mom  I 
From  tlie  deepest  caves  of  ocean, 
From  the  desert  and  the  plain, 
From  the  valley  and  the  mountain, 
Countless  throni;s  sliaJl  rise  again. 
ClIORLS — We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever  ; 
There  will  be  a  glorious  dawn  ; 
We  shall  meet  to  part,  no,  never! 
On  the  resurrection  morn  I 

2  ^\'hen  we  see  a  precious  blossom 

That  we  tended  with  such  care, 
Riulcly  taken  from  our  bosom, 

How  our  aching  hearts  despair! 
Round  its  little  grave  we  linger. 

Till  the  setting  sun  is  low, 
Feeling  all  onr  hopes  have  perished 

With  the  flower  we  cherished  so. 
8  Wi'  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever. 

In  a  lone  and  silent  grave  ; 
Blessed  l)e  the  Lord  that  taketh, 

Blessed  be  the  Lord  that  jiave. 
III  the  brigiit  eternal  city 

Death  can  ue\tT,  never  come; 


In  His  own  goo<l  time  He'll  call  us 
From  our  rest  to  Home,  Sweet  Home. 

MRIL   M.   A.   KIDDUl. 

Cojirrlght,  1865,  In  the  "  tXadnn.*  and  aet  to  Mudc  by  s.  j.  r  *ii. 

Uaed  by  pennliiion  Bl<low  ft  Main. 

NOW    AND    AFTERWARDS. 

1  Two  bands  ujion  the  breast, 

And  labor's  done  ; 
Two  pale  feet  crosse*!  in  rest, 

The  race  is  won  ; 
Two  eyes  with  coin-weights  shut. 

And  all  tears  cease  ; 
Two  lips  where  grief  is  mute, 

And  we're  at  peace. 
So  pray  we  oftentimes,  mourning  our  lot, 
Go4l,  in  His  kindness,  answereth  not. 

2  Two  hands  to  work  addrest. 

Aye  for  His  praise; 
Two  feet  that  never  rest. 

But  walk  His  ways; 
Two  eyes  that  look  aliove. 

Thro"  all  their  tears  ; 
Two  lips  still  breathing  love. 

Not  wrath  nor  fears  : 
So  pr.iy  we  afterwards.  low  on  our  knp«» ; 
Forgive  those  erriug  prayers.  Father,  hear  those. 

bl!iA«  BlLnca. 


632 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


JESUS   IS  CALLING   FOR   THEE. 

1  When,  as  of  old,  in  her  sadness 

Mury  sat  weeping  alone, 
Softly  the  voice  of  Ijer  sister 

Whispered,  "The  Muster  has  come." 
So,  in  the  depths  of  thy  sorrow, 

(iail  thougii  its  fountain  may  be, 
List!  there  coinelh  a  whisper, 
"  Jesus  is  calling  for  thee.'' 

2  Oh  !  when  thy  pleasures  are  flowing, 

Fading  thy  hope  and  thy  trust. 
When  of  the  dearert  earth-treasures 

Dust  shall  return  unto  dust : 
Then,  though  the  world  may  invite  thee, 

Vain  will  its  offering  be  ; 
List !  for  there  comcth  a  whisper, 
"Jesus  is  calling  for  thee." 

3  Down  by  the  shore  of  death's  river, 

Some  time  thy  footsteps  shall  stray 
Where  waits  an  angel  to  bear  thee 

Over  to  infinite  day. 
What  then,  though  dark  be  his  shadow, 

If  when  his  coming  thou  see, 
Cometh  there  softly  a  whisper, 
"  Jesus  is  calling  for  thee." 


In 


GRACE  OlENN. 

'  Wreath  of  Praise,"  by  Asa  Hull. 


WHY? 


IN  MEMOBIAM. 


1  Why  do  we  always  mourn,  0  Death, 

Wiien  thy  soft  hand  shuts  out  the  night 
Of  earthly  woes,  and  oj^es  the  gates 
Of  everlasting  joy  and  light? 

2  Why  do  we  sorrow  those  who  find 

From  all  their  toil  a  grateful  rest, — 
When  aching  heart  and  throbbing  head 
Have  found  at  last  a  Father's  breast? 

3  Why  do  we  weep,  when  j'earning  souls 

At  last  are  free,  at  last  can  go 
Beyond  the  clouds  that  hid  tlieir  Sun, 
Each  woe  and  heartache  left  below  ? 

4  Why  do  we  grieve  ?  do  we  not  know 

Tliat  we  shall  follow  byc-and-bye  ? 
Though  fainting  'neath  a  heavy  load 
We  soon  shall  know  the  reason  why. 

5  O  souls  in  deepest  anguish  bowed. 

Ye  weep, —  but  Jesus  wcj)!.  He  knows 
Your  every  pang,  on  1 1  is  dear  breast 
You  may  j)onr  out  your  bitter  woes. 

6  Close  to  His  wounded  side,  O  hearts 

All  l)ruised  and  torn,  you  may  draw  near; 
Breatliing  a  hope  of  that  dear  Heaven 
Where  Gotl  shall  wipe  away  each  tear. 

MAKTUA   PEARHON  8IIITU.     1884 


LET    ME   GO. 


1  Let  me  go  ! — The  day  is  breaking, 

Morning  bursts  upon  mine  eye. 
Death  this  mortal  frame  is  shaking — 
But  the  soul  can  never  die ! 

2  Let  me  go  ! — That  day-star  beaming, 

Gilds  the  radiant  realms  above  ; 
Its  full  glory  on  me  streaming, 
Lights  me  to  that  land  of  love ! 

3  Let  me  go  ! — My  warfare's  ended  ; 

Night's  dark  shades  have  passed  away ; 
All  in  view  is  glorj'  splendid. 
Boundless  and  eternal  day  ! 

4  Let  me  go  ! — My  Master's  chariot 

Waits  in  state  to  bear  me  home- 
Purchase  of  His  grace  and  merit, — 
Alleluia!  Lord,  I  come  ! 

5  Now  I  am  Thine,  and  Thine  forever, 

While  eternal  ages  roll ; 
Sense  and  sin  no  more  shall  sever 
Thy  blest  presence  from  my  soul 

6  Now,  amid  the  sacred  splendor 

Of  the  glorious  hosts  above. 
Everlasting  praise  I'll  render 

To  that  God,  whose  name  is  Love ! 

MART  PVPKE. 


THE    SUMMER    LAND   OF    BLISS. 


r.  M. 

1  Beyond  this  land  of  parting,  losing,  and  leaving, 

Far  beyond  the  losses,  darkening  this. 
And  far  beyond  the  taking  and  the  bereaving. 
Lies  the  summer  land  of  bliss. 

2  Beyond  this  land  of  toiling,  sowing,  and  reaping. 

Fur  beyond  the  shadows,  darkening  this, 
And  far  beyond  the  sighing,  moaning,  and  weeping, 
Lies  the  summer  land  of  bliss. 

3  Beyond  this  land  of  sinning,  fainting,  and  falling, 

Far  beyond  the  doubtings,  darkening  this. 
And  far  beyond  the  griefs  and  dangers  befalling. 
Lies  the  summer  land  of  bliss. 

4  Beyond  this  land  of  waiting,  seeking,  and  sighing, 

Far  bevond  the  sorrows,  darkening  this. 
And  far  beyond  the  pain,  and  sickness,  and  dying. 
Lies  the  summer  land  of  bliss. 

MBS.   M.  B.  C.  SLADI  1880. 


TEMPERANCE.    THE  WORKERS  CROSSiyO  THE  RIVER.    COMFORT  FOR  THE  BEREAVED.  CJ3 

1  WILL  NOT  LEAVE  YOU  COMFORTLESS. 

FIKdT   SUNU    ON    THE   OCCASION    OK    MUS.    UK.    WM.    JAV.NKS     KIWKHAU 

WoiiU  uid  Muuc  l>>  Mri.  (iho    ci.lMtiN   mMITH.    HprlugflrkL  IIL 


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"  1  will      not  leave  you  com-fort  - 


way,     Look  up  -  ward  im    -  to    mc ;  Tho' sev  -  cred  are   your  earthly   lies, 
low  Is  short    and  sad        at    I>e8t;  But  there's  a    home    iH-yond  the  sky, 

less,"  What  pre  -  rloiin  words  arr  Klvpn:I,ook  iip-ward,  you  shall  meet   a  -  gain 


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CopjTlchted,  br  UeoiT  Hook.  1877. 

BUT   NOT    FOREVER 


I'll     care 

Where  you 

In      yon 


for  thee, 
may  rest, 
der    heaven. 


-JSC 


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Wo  .'iliall  slot'|).  but  not  forover : 

'I'liere  will  be  a  glorious  ilawn  ; 
Wo  sli:ill  iiu'ft  to  |)art,  uo,  never! 

On  the  resurrection  morn  ! 
From  the  deepest  caves  of  ocean, 
From  the  desert  and  the  plain, 
From  the  valley  and  the  mountain, 
Countless  thrones  shail  rise  apain. 
CllORlS — We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever  ; 
There  will  be  a  glorious  dawn  ; 
We  shall  meet  to  part,  no,  never! 
On  the  resurrection  morn  I 
2  When  we  see  a  precious  blossom 
That  we  tended  with  such  care, 
Rudely  taken  from  our  bosom. 

How  our  aching  hearts  despair! 
Round  its  little  grave  we  linger, 

Till  the  setting  sun  is  low. 
Feeling  all  our  hopes  have  perished 
With  the  Hower  we  cherished  so. 
8  We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever, 
In  a  lone  and  silent  grave  ; 
llles^ed  1k«  the  Lord  that  taketh, 
HIes.scd  1k!  the  Lonl  that  jjave. 
III  the  bright  eternal  « ity 

Death  can  never,  never  come  : 


In  1 1  is  own  good  time  He'll  call  us 
From  our  rest  to  Home,  Sweet  Home. 


CopTrifht,  IfKS,  In  Um 


MIU.    M.   A.   EIDDKR. 

' DUttem,"  uid  aat  to  Miudc  by  II.  j.  rAiu 
Uted  br  permlaioo  Blclow  k.  Main. 


NOW    AND    AFTERWARDS. 

1  Two  bands  u|)on  the  breast, 

And  labor's  done ; 
Two  pale  feet  crosse<l  in  rest. 

The  race  is  won  ; 
Two  eyes  with  coin-weights  shut. 

And  all  k>ars  cease; 
Two  lips  where  grief  is  mute, 

And  we're  at  peace. 
So  pray  we  oftentimes,  mourning  our  lot, 
Go<l,  in  His  kindness,  answereth  noU 

2  Two  hands  to  work  addrust. 

Aye  for  His  praise; 
Two  feet  that  never  rest, 

Hut  walk  His  ways; 
Two  eyes  that  hxik  nliove. 

Thro'  all  their  t<'ars  ; 
Two  lips  still  breathing  love. 

Not  wrnlli  imr  fears  ; 
So  pray  we  afterwanls,  low  on  onr  kne<>fl ; 
Forgive  those  erring  prayers.  Father.  Iiear  ihoM. 

I>l>  tH    ■•  !'>■  U 


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CAST  THY  BURDEN. 


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FATI^ER.    WHO    IN    THE    OLIVE   SHADE. 

1  Father!  who  in  the  olive  shade, 

When  the  dark  hour  came  on, 
Di(l3t,  with  a  breath  of  heavenly  aid, 

SlrtMigthen  tliy  Son, — 
Oh !  by  the  anguish  of  that  night, 

Send  Thou  us  blest  relief ; 
Or  to  the  chastened,  let  Thy  might 
Hallow  this  grief  I 

2  And  Thou,  that  when  the  starry  sky 

Saw  the  dread  strife  begun. 
Didst  teach  adoring  faith  to  cry, 

Thy  will  be  done  I 
By  Thy  meek  spirit,  Thou  of  all 

Tliat  e'er  have  mourned  the  chief — 
Thou  Saviour!  if  the  stroke  must  fall, 
Hallow  this  grief ! 

MRS.    FELICIA   aEMAXt. 


NO    MORE    PAIN. 

P».  cxiTll ;  I 

1  O  suffering  souls  that  long  for  ease, 
That  crv  for  rest  on  bended  knees. 
Your  sighs  and  tears  are  not  in  vain. 
Beyond  there  shall  be  no  more  pain. 

2  In  quiet,  happy  mansion^  there. 
Far  from  the  turmoil  and  the  care, 
O  weary  hearts  that  watch  and  weep, 
He  giveth  His  oeloved  sleep. 

3  Rest,  rest  He  saith,  thy  race  is  run, 
Tlw  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 
Henceforth  there  is  laid  up  for  thee 
Love,  joy  and  immortiility  ! 

ANNA  U.  C.    HOWARD.     188L 

BiuokJjn,  N.  Y. 

ONE    BY   ONE. 

1  One  by  one  life's  zephyrs  waft  us 

Far  away  upon  the  main  : 
One  by  one  ri.se  its  great  billows. 

Filling  us  with  fear  and  pain. 
Out!  by  one  clouds  gather  o'er  us, 

Sending  sadness  to  our  hearts  ; 
One  by  one  the  sparkling  sunlM\ini3 

From  hope's  sun  bid  grief  depart. 

2  On  >  by  one  the  workers  leave  us, 

To  progress  without  their  aid  ; 
One  by  one  their  dear  forms  vanish. 

Hut  their  mem'ry  will  not  fade. 
One  by  one  we  step  up  bravely 

On  the  stage  of  human  life , 
One  by  one  we  win  the  lau"els, 

As  we  conquer  in  the  strife. 

AN>A     BI.AkC'K, 


MEMORIA. 


1  Where  shall  we  make  her  grave  ? 
Oh  !   wh«re  the  wild  liowers  wavo 

In  the  free  air  ! 
Where  show'r  and  singing  bird 
'Midst  the  young  leaves  are  lieurd— 

There,  lay  her  there. 

2  Harsh  was  the  world  to  her — 
Now  may  sleep  minister 

\iii\m  for  each  ill  ; 
Low  on  sweet  nature's  l)reast 
Let  the  meek  heart  find  rest, 

Deep,  deep  and  still. 

3  Oh  !  then  where  wild  flowers  wave 
Make  ye  her  mossy  grave 

In  the  free  air  ! 
Where  show'r  and  singing  bird 
'Midst  the  young  leaves  are  heard — 

There,  lay  her  there. 

MIUI.   UULAVa. 


HOME   AT   LAST. 


"  Id  mr  Fhthei'a  bouie  are  iiud7  mkiuiona.  ...  I  id  to  preptre  >  pUoe 

for  yon."— Johu  xIt  :  J. 

"  And  there  ihall  be  uo  more  dc«tb.  ndtbcr  (ormw  nor  cTjiDf."-Brr. 

xxi:  4. 

1  "Home  at  last"  on  heavenly  mountains. 

Heard  the  **  Come  and  enter  in  ; "' 
Saved  by  life's  fair  flowing  fountains. 
Saved  from  earthly  taint  and  sin. 
Refrain — •'Home,  sweet  home,"  our  homo  forever: 
All  the  pilgrim  journey  pa-st  . 
Welcomed  home  to  wander  never, 

Save<l  through  Jesus — '•  Home  at  last." 

2  Free  at  last  from  all  temptation. 

No  more  need  of  watchful  care  ; 
Joyful  in  complete  salvation. 

Given  the  victor's  crown  to  wear. 

3  Saved  to  greet  on  hills  of  glory 

Loved  ones  we  have  misstnl  so  long ; 
Saved  to  tell  the  sinner's  story. 
Saved  to  sing  redemption's  song. 

4  Wili'omed  at  the  pearly  portal. 

Kvermore  a  welcome  guest. 
Welcomed  to  the  life  immortal. 
In  the  mansions  of  the  blest. 

■  BiL  MARIA  r   A.  r»ncinL 
B«*  to  Miuic  ><f  IRA  D  mAVKRv 


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WOMAN  IJV  SACRED  SONO. 


Wm  f  tsiit 


Ii  the  daughter  of  one  of  the  early  misaionarles  to  Calcutta.  She 
wrutc  till-  (i.lliiwini;  wi-l|. known  Lyiiiu,  uu  apiiroiiriate  for  funcnil  oc- 
c»«ioii«.  alxiut  tlie  year  1863.  It  has  been  set  to  beautiful  aad  artistic 
music  by  Prof.  W.  A.  Ogilen. 


GATHERING    HOME. 

"  Ye  shall  b>  mthored  one  by  one.  O  ye  cliildron  of  Isriul."— Ps  xxrii:  42. 

1  Tlioy'ri'  giuli'ring  homeward  from  ev'ry  land, 

Oiui  by  one  I   one  by  one  ! 
As  their  weary  feet  touch  the  shining  strand, 

Yes,  one  by  one  ! 
Tliey  rest  with  the  Saviour,  they  wait  their  crown, 
Their  travel-stained  garments  are  all  laid  down  ; 
They  wait  the  white  raiment  the  Lord  siiall  prepare 
Vox-  all  the  glory  with  Mini  shall  .share. 
Refrain — Gath'ring  home  !  gath'ring  home  ! 
Fording  the  river  one  by  one  ! 
Gath'ring  home  !  gath'ring  home  ! 
Yes,  one  by  one  I 

2  Before  ihey  rest  they  pass  thro'  the  strife. 

One  by  one !  one  by  one  ! 
Thro'  the  waters  of  death  they  enter  life. 

Yes,  one  by  one  ! 
To  some  are  the  (loods  of  the  river  still, 
As  they  ford  on  their  way  to  the  heavenly  hill ; 
The  wave.s  to  others  run  fiercely  and  wilcl, 
Yet  they  reach  the  home  of  the  undefiled. 

3  We  too  must  come  to  the  river-side, 

One  by  one  !  one  by  one ! 
"We  are  nearer  its  waters  each  eventide, 

Yes,  one  by  one  ! 
We  can  liear  the  noise  and  dashing  stream. 
Oft  now  and  again,  thro'  our  life's  dream; 
Sometimes  the  dark  floods  all  the  banks  overfiov?, 
Sometimes  in  ripples  and  small  waves  go. 

4  Jesus,  Redeemer,  we  look  to  Thee, 

One  by  one  !  one  by  one ! 
We  lift  up  our  voices  tremblingly. 

Yes,  one  by  one  ! 
The  waves  of  the  river  are  dark  and  cold, 
We  know  not  the  place  where  our  feet  may  hold ; 

0  Thou  who  didst  pass  tiirough  the  deepest  midnight, 
I^ow  guide  us,  and  send  us  the  staff  of  light. 

MARV   LESLIK. 

Set  to  music  by  w.  A..  Ogden. 
THERE'S   A   CITY,    BRIGHT    AND   GOLDEN. 

Tune— "Cimf,  Thou  Fount." 

1  There's  a  city,  bright  and  golden, 

15uilde<l  by  a  Fatlier's  hand, 
And  I  hear  sweet  angel  music 

Floating  from  that  heavenlv  land  ; 
Softly  now  the  sweet,  low  chantiii", 

Cometh  o'er  tlie  shining  wav. 
To  the  har|)'s  harmonious  nnisic, 

(Jod  shall  wipe  all  tears  away. 


2  In  that  city,  bright  and  golden, 

Jesus  is  the  life  and  light;  ' 

We  shall  see  His  face  forever. 

We  shall  know  no  sin  nor  night; 
Still  the  golden  harps  are  ringing 

O'er  the  city  pure  and  bright, 
Chiming  with  the  sweet,  low  singing, 

Singing,  There  shall  be  no  night. 

3  In  that  city,  bright  and  golden. 

Sweetest  anthems  shall  we  sinnf. 
Casting  down  our  crowns  before  Him, 

In  the  palace  of  the  King; 
Louder,  fuller  swell  the  anthems. 

Sweet  the  glad  harps  ring  again. 
Unto  Him  who  bought  our  pardon,. 

Glory,  honor  be,  amen. 

ELIZA    SHERMAN. 
By  per.  D.  C.  Cook. 

Sirs,  eait, 

Who  died  some  three  or  four  years  since,  was  one  of  the  most  talented 
and  earnest  workers  in  the  temperance  ranks.  At  her  funeral  obse- 
Huies,  DUL",  a:n)u,'  her  many  Essays,  entitled  "Life,"  was  read  by 
Miss  Mary  Allen  West.  The  following  poem  and  touching  tribute  waa 
written  and  read  by  Mrs.  Helen  Dietreich. 

ANOTHER    REAPER    GONE. 

1  Once  more  has  the  sea  of  sorrow 

O'er  our  hearts  in  billows  rolled, 
W^hile  another  precious  reaper 

Has  been  gathered  to  the  fold  ; 
For  the  pilot,  white  and  frigid, 

Came  with  floating  sails  arrayed, 
And  the  hopes  of  her  trusting  spirit 

In  his  cruel  hands  were  laid  ; 
But  now,  in  life's  sweet  greeting. 

We  received  her  warm  embrace. 
As  we  pressed  the  lips  that  loved  us. 

And  gazed  on  the  saintly  face. 

2  There's  a  light  gone  from  our  presence, 

Like  a  star  from  out  the  sky  ; 
Yet  a  silver  halo,  beaming 

Through  the  darkness,  lingers  ni<di ; 
And  the  voice  of  our  companion, 

From  that  realm  so  strangely  near, 
Comes  back  with  its  gentle  patience 

And  its  wealth  of  sunny  cheer ; 
Where  relieved  of  life's  great  burden, 

In  the  glow  of  woman's  prime. 
She  has  won  her  crown  of  glory 

In  Messiah's  wondrous  clime. 

3  As  the  past  wells  up  before  us 

In  a  picture  clear  and  bright. 
We  behold  her  toiling  upward 

Toward  Zion's  fertile  height; 
By  the  light  of  faith  supernal 

Strewing  truthful  .seed,  that  fell 
On  the  lone  and  barren  mountain, 

In  the  deep  and  shaded  dell, 


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And  amid  the  ripened  harvest 
Left  tlur  i;ic:iniiiif,'  sicklo  tlirust, 

As  sliu  soii^lit  luT  Futht'r's  kini,'ilom 
For  tlic  wuitiny  post  of  trust. 

4  When  we  reach  that  glowing  mansion, 

May  the  pearly  gates  divide 
For  our  sistt-rs  to  receive  us 

With  a  welcome  by  tiu-ir  side, 
And  in  closer  bonds  continue 

In  tile  labor  here  lu-gun, 
In  that  land  of  fadeless  blossom 

I'p  beyond  the  rising  sun  ; 
Where,  surpassing  noonday  sj)lendor, 

Clasped  l)y  tender  hands  of  love, 
Walks  the  Lonl  with  His  anointed 

lu  the  golden  streets  alx»ve. 

MJIS.  aci^zN  DirrRKICR. 
Galesburg.  111..  1883. 

FALLEN    AT    NOONTIDE. 

IN    .MKMOUIAM    OK    \    WOKKKK. 

1  Fallen  at  noontide  !     Time  has  set 
No  silvery  signet  on  tlu-e  yet. 
The  crown  of  wonianhoo<l  but  now 
Rested  refulgent  on  thy  brow  ; 

And,  mightier  than  the  sword,  the  pen 
Foremost  among  the  ranks  of  men 
Had  place<l  thee.     Hroa<l  l)efore  thee  lay 
An  o|)en  path  to  fame  to-<lay — 
Yet  thou  hast  fallen. 

2  Fallen  in  harness  !     War  and  strife. 
The  conflict  and  the  rush  of   life. 
Around  thee  surged  I      No  hour  was  thino 
For  evening  rest,  for  calm  decline. 
Each  Sand  recorde<l,  as  it  run. 

Some  task  commenced,  some  duty  done. 
In  broken  threads  of  gorgeous  dves 
Her  half  comi>letod  life-web  lies, 
For  she  has  fallen. 

3  Fallen  'mid  loved  ones  !     Girlhood's  tear 
Has  droppetl  its  pearl  nj)()n  thy  bier. 
The  Hora!  offerings  which  we  lay 
Around  thy  ipiiet  form  to-day 

Hear  love's  rare  jx-rfume  in  their  breath, 
And  lend  a  softened  line  to  death. 
No  storied  marble  n»'ed  we  rear. 
For  grateful  love  enshrines  thee  here, 
Where  thou  hast  fallen. 

4  Fallen,  yet  risen  !     Grand  it  seems 

To  pass  from  shadow  land,  from  dreams 
To  open  vision.      Grand  to  see 
The  laurels  that  are  twined  f<»r  thee  I 
(Jrand  from  the  Held  of  deailly  strife 
To  spring  at  once  to  endless  life. 
In  faith's  fruition,  there  to  prove 
A  mightier  than  human  love. 
Thus  thou  art  fallen. 


5  Fallen  among  us  !     So  we  bear 
The  manth;  thou  wert  wont  to  wear. 
So  we  the  ravelled  life-web  take 
And  patient  weave  for  thy  dear  sake. 
And  should  some  stitches  [irove  to  be 
Hut  copies  j)oor  and  faint  of  thev. 
Still  other  workers  yet  may  come 
And  bear  the  tinislieci  pattern  home. 

When  we  are  t'alleo. 

6  Fallen  in  Jesus  !  sweetly  sleep  ! 
We  bid  no  angels  round  the*-  k«'ep 
Their  solemn  watch.      For  safely  He 
Will  keep  thet!  to  eternity  ; 

And  never  weariness  or  pain 
Will  break  thy  (juiet  rest  again. 
There  lurks  no  strife,  no  toil,  no  loss. 
In  that  calm  shallow  of  the  cross. 
Where  thou  art  fallen. 

7  Fallen  for  a  moment !     Lo !  the  day 
When  every  sha<low  (lees  away  I 

The  morning  comes,  whose  welcome  dyes 
F1o(kI  earth  with  hues  of   Paradi^'. 
Then  shall  we  see  thee  bright  and  fair, 
As  all  Christ's   ransomed  angels  are. 
And  earthly  love  shall  joy  to  see 
The  heavenly  love  which  set  thee  free. 
When  thou  seemed'st  fallen. 

MAAOASET  B.  WIXIU>W. 


TO   THE   MEMORY   OF    MRS.    DR.    BERGEN. 

1  In  the  evening  of  life  her  sunset  drew  near. 
And,  bright  as  the  tints  when  autunni  is  here. 
Gleamed  the  gold  of  her  soul  in  the  glow  of  its  sheen, 
When    the    Angel   of   Death  hovered  over  tlie  M-ene. 
And   the   name  of  Jesus   still    dwelt  on  hi-r  tongue. 
The  praises,  .so  many  long  years  she  had  sung. 

2  In  life  she  built  not  for  ambition  and  power: 
Go<l  was  her  strength,  her  fortress  ami  timiT; 

And  she  laid  up  her  store  where  the  moth  and  the  rust 
Can  never  consume  nor  crumble  to  dust. 
Sainte<i  and  blesi,  she  livetl  but  to  till 
Her  mi.ssion  of  love,  unobtrusive  and  still. 

3  She  comforted  the  sick,  the  sorrowing,  the  sad. 
With  her  soul's  overflow  their  hearts  she  made  glad; 
She  sought  out  the  alxxles  of  sin  and  <listrc88, 

An<l  i>ointe<l  to  .lesus  who  only  can  bless. 

An  evangel,  she  went  with  the  "  water  of  lifp," 

"  lie  still  "  she  said  softly  to  sorrow  and  stjife, 

4  In  the  liighw.iys  and  he<lges,  though  wciry,  she  wont, 
Whis|).Ting  low  to  her  own  heart  "the  Master  hath 

sent  ; " 
How  her  example  rebukes  all  display  I 
For,  humble  and  mt>ek.  she  went  on  her  way. 
Oh!   m.ay  her  mantle  on  some  of  us  fall. 
And  her  gentle  teachings  be-  heeded  l.s  all. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACItED  SONO. 


5  Slip  horo  to  tlio  homos  of  the  wonnfled  and  sore 
Swi'ft  c'oiisolatioii  troiu  out  licr  ricli  store  ; 
And  who  •■li.ill  tell  \vli;it  wanderers  have  cau'^ht 
lli^^h  in,>i)iraii<)ii  Iroiu  all  she  hath  wrought? 

"  She  hath  done   what  she  could,"  and  she  rests  now 
secure. 
In  the  home  of  the  holy,  the  happy  and  pure. 

G  W.  C.   r.  U.  we  placed  on  her  grave, 
All  deftly  woven  in  the  Howers  we  gave; 
\\\  loving  hands  the  offerings  were  given. 
And  e'en  now  their  odor  snielleth  to  heaven  ; 
Hut  a  far  sweeter  fragrance  her  spirit  hath  shed, 
That  still  will  live  on  when  the  flowers  are  dead. 

7  This  sisterhood  here  will  greet  her  no  more, 
Nor  wait  for  her  coming  through  yon  open  door ; 
Nor  list  to  her  voice  in  the  breathings  of  prayer; 
I5nt  could  she  to-<lav,  from  her  "home  over  there," 
Send  a  UK^ssage  the  mystic  chasm  across, 

She  would  tell  of  fier  gain  outwrought  from  our  loss. 

8  She  would  bid  us  advance  our  cause,  which  she  knew 
As  noble  and  just,  glorious  and  true  ; 

AVhile  in  God's  own  way  the  cure  will  be  wrought. 


"  Ours  hut  to  do  "  as  Jesus  has  taught. 
Let  us  then  labor  on  while  nearing  the  shore. 
Till  with  her  we  clasp  hands  in  the  bright  Kvermore. 

MIRIAM    B     WILW>N. 
Spriugtield,  III..  1879. 

IN    MEMORIAM. 

Mrs.  L.  B,  Barrett,  Secretary  <.f  the  Missicbuactta  W.  C.  X.  U..  died 
May  24,  1881. 

Above  her  placid  brow  th'  immortelle  twines. 

The  victor's  palm  rests  in  her  passive  hand. 

Foremost  among  the  strong,  tried  souls  who  stand, 

And  wage  a  hopeless  war  'gainst  serried  lines 

Of  sin  and  woe,  that  ravage  all  the  land, 

She  still  held  place ;  thrilled  with  a  purpose  grand. 

Yet  calm,  as  one  who  all  to  God  resigns. 

Out  of  the  heat  and  burden  of  the  day, 

Out  of  the  stir,  and  throb,  and  ache  of  life, 

God  called  her  ;  and  His  loving  hand  stretched  down 

To  guide  iier,  as  she  trod  death's  fearsome  way, 

To  greet  her,  weary  from  the  bitter  strife, 

With  the  blest  words,  '-Well  done,  receive  thy  crown." 

ALlrE   CORA    HAMMOND. 

Lynn,  Mass.    May  27,  ISSi. 


DEAR  AS  THOU  WERT. 


INSCRIBED  TO   THE   MEMORY   OF    MISS   ALICE   WEBB. 
(FOR  FUNERAL  OCCASIONS.) 


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THE    WOMAN'S   CRUSADE. 
1K7;3 \HH:i. 

1  Lifting  softly  white  tent  curtains  when  the  morning 

stars  shone  dim, 
Morning  stars  that  sang  together  sweetly  their  eternal 

livnin, 
Lookid    they   on   the   field  of   battle    where    Death 

reigned  in  triumpii  grim. 

2  And  a  cry  eanic  up  before  them,  strong  with   terror, 

tierce  witli  pain. 
From  tlie  stricken  who  were  dying,  from  the  mourner 

o'er  the  shiin. 
Should  they  hasten?  should  they  linger  ? — Ah  I   the 

cry  broke  forth  again  I 

3  One  step  forward, — one  look  backward, — there  with- 

in the  tent's  white  fold. 
Cradled     cliildrcn     softly    ilreaming,   love-<>nwnipped 

from  harm  and  cold  ; 
While    o'er  other   mothers'  darlings  still  the  tide  of 

battle  rolled. 

4  Weaponless,  unsaudaled,  feeble  ;  healing  oil  and  bend 

ing  rod, 

Only  these  and  woman's  weakuess.  Dared  their 
frail  feet  touch  the  sod. 

Whence  the  right  had  slunk  defeated,  and  its  cham- 
pions sped  to  God  ? 

5  Sing  their  story,  stars  of  moruing  ;  weak  word-chapleta 

of   renown 
Suit  but  feebly  brows  tha  t  bent  them  to  the  press  of 

thorny  crown ; 
Gml,  wlio  called  them,  knows,  Ho  only,  what  they 

bore,  anil  what  laid  down. 

€   But  He  changed  their  ro<l  of  weakness  to  a  scathing 
sword  of  might ; 
Filled  their  failing  cruse  of  healing,  fed  by   day  and 

watched  by  night. 
Clad  with   armor,  gave   them  weapons,  strengthened 
them  in  every  light.  • 

7   Are    they    victors  ?     Ask    the  angels,  who  this  long 
decade  of  fight 
Watched  the  slain  and  cheered    the  fainting,  bending 

from  their  heaveidy  height; 
Hark   the    answer  dropping  sweetly  from  the  battle- 
ments of  light, 

S  "Time  is  naught,  nor  death,  nor  sorrow ;  fight  tliou 
on,  but  patient  wait, 
Go«k1   is    heir  of  the   hereafter;  triumph — glorious, 

ultimate, 
Hidtb Ml  lies  in  God's  to-morrow  ;  but  can  Go<r8  time 
[k-  too  late  ?  " 

MHll     MART  LnwK   t>in(l,l>M>,l. 
Nfw  Y Tk.  1883. 


THE    WOMEN    ANGELS. 

.V.  I.KIIICNO   OK   TllK   CUl  -.VUK. 

1  In  Hi->  tender  love  and  pity 

Since  the  hoary  days  of  nld 
Gixl's  father  heart  is  seeking 

Every  wanderer  from  liib  fold. 
And  His  loving  arms  outstretching 

From  the  mountain  to  the  sea. 
Send  upon  the  winds  His  welcome; 

*'  Hid  my  lost  ones  come  to  me." 

2  But  the  murky  clouds  which  gathered 

Over  every  wanderer's  path. 
Shutout  (iixl's  ])recious  sun.ihine, 

Shut  in  His  coming  wrath  ; 
While  the  accents  of  His  pleadings 

Were  unheard  amid  the  roar. 
Which  the  mingled  tones  of  conscicuco 

Were  raising  evermore. 

3  Then  a  smiling,  sheeny  figure, 

Mo'.t  beautiful  to  view, 
Floated  along  the  darkness 

Saying,  "I  will  guiile  thee  through;" 
In  her  hand  a  brinuning  goblet 

Full  of  sparkling  rosy  wine 
In  her  eyes  tlie  baleful  flamings 

Of  graceless  passions  shine. 

4  Her  voice  was  liquid  silver. 

Its  tones  were  low  and  sweet; 
The  flowers  gleamed  like  jewels 

Which  sprang  beneath  her  feet. 
And  the  wamlerers.  In-wildered 

Hy  the  jwrfume  of  her  breath. 
All  mirthmaking  trod  the  pathway 

Whose  end  was  endless  death. 

5  Then  the  Fathi-r  in  His  pity, 

From  His  golden  throne  aliove 
Gaziuij  down  u|)on  His  lo.->t  ones, 

P'elt  His  heart  o'erlluw  with  love. 
"Who  will  go,"   He  said,  "down  yonder 

Where  the  paths  of  ruin  be. 
From  the  depths  to  save  my  darlings?" 

And  the  women  said,  "  Send  me." 

6  Lol   they  wi-nt,  those  women  angels, 

Plain  of  dress  and  sad  of  mien  ; 
No  halo  light  around  them. 

On  their  rolx-s  no  gohlen  Hhecn  ; 
But  with  resolute  intention 

As  on  a  high  <in|>rise. 
With  the  Father's  loving  pity 

Clear  mirrored  in  their  eyes. 

7  Plain  words  they  spoke  and  homely 

-V-i  they  went  to  call  the  lo.-t. 
But  they  woke  exultant  ethoi'8 

Hi^h  among  the  seraph  host! 
And  many  a  homesick  wanderer 

(irasjMMl  tight  the  toilwom  h.ind 
Outstretches!  to  guide  him  safely 

To  the  distant  fatherland. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  BONO. 


8  Then  chanced — the  legend  tells  us  — 

This  transformation  rare  : 
A  sliailow  (linini»<l  tin-  hcauty 

()(  tho  maiden  Hjiurn  fair; 
From  out  Irt  hrimmiiij;  <:oblet 

CVaulfd  swarms  of  loathsome  things; 
Her  hot  hreatii  burnt  the  flowers 

And  shrivelled  up  her  wings. 

9  But  on  the  homely  women 

Flashed  forth  the  Heavenly  light, 
And  silver  wings  unfolded 

And  waved  in  open  sight. 
The  rescued  wanderers  blessed  them, 

And  the  Father,  in  His  love, 
Sai«l :   "Welcome  be  the  angels 

AVho  guide  my  lost  above." 
10  O  l)rotiiers  !  erring  brothers! 

Wlio  have  wandered  from  your  way, 
Our  Father's  loving  pity 

Still  seeks  you  all  to-day. 
Will  you  listen  to  the  syren, 

Pursue  the  downward  track? 
Or  be  won  by  women  a.igels 

Whom  God  sends  to  call  you  back  ? 

MARCARKT  K.  WIN8LOW. 

Written  for  the  first  uumber  of  "  Our  Union." 

THE    RUM-SELLER'S    REMORSE. 

AX    ECUO   FROM   CKCSADE  TIMES. 

1  T   have  come  home   to  you,  mother.      Father,  your 

wayward  son 
Has  come  to  himself,  at  last,  and  known  the  harm  he 

has  done. 
I  have  bleached  your  hair  out,  father,  more  than  the 

frosts  of  years, 
I  ve  dimmed  your  kind  eyes,  mother,  by  many  bitter 

tears. 

2  Since  I  left  you,  father,  to  work  the  farm  alone. 
And  bought  a  stock  of  liquors  with  what  I  called  my 

own, 

I've  felt  ashamed  to  see  you,  I  knew  it  broke  you 
down, 

To  think  you  had  brought  up  a  boy  to  harm  his  na- 
tive town. 

3  Fve  given  it  all  up,  mother  ;  Fll  never  sell  it  more, 
I've  smashed  the  casks  and  barrels,    I've  shut  and 

locked  the  door. 
I've  signed  the  temperance  pledge,  while  the  woman 

stood  and  sang ; 
The  clergymen  gave  three  hearty  cheers,  and  both  the 

church  bells  rang. 

4  But  one  thing  seemed  to  haunt  me,  as  I  came  home 

to  you  ; 

Of  all  the  wrongs  that  I  have  done  not  one  can  I  undo. 

There's  old  Judge  White  just  dropping  into  a  drunk- 
ard's grave. 

I've  puslied  him  down  with  ever}'  glass  of  whisky 
that  I  ''ave. 


5  And  there  is  young  Tom  Elliott.     He  was  a  trusty 

lad, 

I  made  him  drink  the  first  hot  glass  of  rum  he  ever 
had. 

And  now  he  drinks  night  after  night,  and  acts  a  ruf- 
fian's pan, 

lie  has  maimed  his  little  sister,  and  broken  his  moth- 
er's heart. 

6  Then,  there  is  Harry  Warner,  who  married  Bessie 

Hyde, 
He  struck  and  killed  their  baby,  when  it  was  sick 

and  cried. 
And  I  poured  out  the  poison  that  made  him  strike 

the  blow ; 
And  Bessie  raved  and  cursed  me.     She  is  crazy  now, 

you  know. 

7  I  tried  to  act  indifferent,  when  I  saw  the  women  come, 
There  was  Kyan's  wife,  whose  children  shivered  and 

starved  at  home ; 
He  had  ))aid  me,  that  same  morning,  his  last  ten  cents 

for  drink  ; 
When  I  saw  her  poor  pale  face,  it  made  me  start  and 

shrink. 

8  There  was  Tom  Elliott's  mother,  wrapped  in  her  wid- 

ow's veil, 

And  tluj  wife  of  Brown,  the  merchant,  my  whisky 
made  him  fail. 

And  my  old  playmate,  Mary,  she  stood  among  the 
band, 

Her  white  cheek  bore  a  livid  mark,  made  by  her  hus- 
band's hand. 

9  It  all  just  overcame  me  !  I  yielded,  then  and  there  ; 
And  Elder  Thorp,  he  raised  his  hand,  and  offered  up 

a  prayer. 
I  knew  that  he  forgave  me,  and  yet  I  bad  to  think 
Of  his  own  boj',  his  only  son,  whom  I  had  taught  to 

drink. 

10  So  I  have  come  back,  father,  to  the  home  that  gave 

me  birth, 

And  I  will  plow,  and  sow,  and  reap  the  gifts  of  moth- 
er earth. 

Yet,  if  I  prove  a  good  son  now,  and  worthy  of  you 
two, 

My  heart  is  heavy  with  the  wrongs  I  never  can  undo. 

MKS.  L.  O.   M'VEAN.     1SS4. 


THE    UNION    SIGNAL. 

An  answer  to  the  queation,  -'What  has  the  Crusade  done  for  youf " 
1   I've  read  its  latest  number  through, 
F^agerly,  as  I  always  do. 
Rejoicing  that  there  is  unfurled 
A  Signal  true,  to  all  the  world, 
Warning  that  doom  and  ruin  st.and 
At  door  of  "  Home  and  Native  Land." 


TEMPERAXCE.     PAHLOIt  ENTERTAINMENTS.     THE  CRUSADE. 


04.1 


2  I've  paused  o'er  many  a  cherislied  name, 
Have  vifwed  the  wondrous  jjcntU;  fiumo 
Tluit  Miclts  all  ert'cds  lo  |ili:iiil  moiild. 
FonniMl  wlirii  tilt!  blcsstMl  Mastrr  toKl 
Wlio  should  accounted  wortliy  he. 
Even  those  who  "  did  it  unto  me." 

3  Allliou<;li  the  liour  be  late  at  ni^ht, 
I  take  the  ])i;n  and  ha>te  to  write 
(Even  while  midnight  oil  must  burn), 
That  «U;ar  t)ld  workers  all  may  luarn 
Of  one  who  went  tea  years  ajjo, 
With  Hrm  resolve  to  face  the  foe  ; 

Who  ne'er  has  learned  the  cause  to  yield, 
Thouiich  chaiiixed  her  home  to  distant  field. 

4  One  who  through  screened  or  prison  door 
Saw  visions,  all  undreamed  hefore. 

Who  learned  anew  the  power  of  sin. 
As  these  dark  haunts  she  entered  in, 
Sweetly  sustained  hy  Iliin  who  s;ave 
His  precious  life  from  sin  to  save. 

5  What  hath  the  crusade  done  for  me  ? 
Shown  doors  of  opportunity  ; 
F'roni  restful  home  of  (piiet  ease. 

Where  friends  and  self  I  wrought  to  please, 
L«'d  out  to  heights  grand  and  sublime. 
Displayed  new  charts  for  life  and  time. 

6  As  now  I  glance  adown  the  j'cars, 
Recall  the  songs,  the  |)rayers,  the  tears, 
In  church,  in  prison,  and  saloon, 
What  wonder  there  has  come  so  soon 
To  be  one  mightj'  praying  band. 
Whose  faith  and  works  circle  our  land. 

7  As  I  have  read  the  annals  through. 
Recalled  tlie  old,  received  the  new, 
Which  span  the  wonderful  decade, 
The  then  and  noin  of  our  crusade. 

The  record  glows  with  this  one  thought : 
Behold  the  wonders  He  hath  wrought! 

8  Tlie  prayer  of  faith,  it  does  prevail ; 
We  gathered  then  at  marts  of  sale  ; 
We're  coming  in  this  later  hour 

To  plead  our  cause  in  halls  of  jmwer ; 
And  while  we  come  with  voice  of  love, 
Hearing  tlie  emblem  of  the  dove. 
We  also  rear  on  banners  high. 
Our  matchless  eagle  of  the  sky. 

0  Shall  the  prouil  pinions  trail  in  dust, 
I'hat  hover  o'er  each  sacred  trust  ? 
Remen>l)er.  mightier  than  the  swortl 
Is  declaration  of  our  Lord  : 
The  nation  that  forsaketh  me, 
That  nation  shall  forsaken  be. 

MRS   u  n.  WAxniKn-rnx. 
Tjme\.  f..i,n  .  .I»ii  7.  \»M. 


TEN    YEARS    AGO. 


Drcviutwr  21.  1873    1883- 


1  From  th(;  hallowed  hush  of  (-liurclies  dim  ; 
From  wrestling  prayer,  ami  triumphant  liymn  ; 
From  a  self-surrender,  wrought  through  pain. 
Of  hopes  deferred  and  efforts  vain  ; 

From  a  consecration  fresh  and  new, 
And  its  baptismal,  holy  de\r ; — 
Hushed  and  reverent,  silent  and  slow. 
Out  the  devoted  women  go. 
Two  by  two  march  the  j)raying  brigade, — 
Two  by  two  to  tht;  holy  crusade  ! 

2  With  faces  lit  with  the  olden  glow. 
Still  the  marching  myriads  go  ! 

Still  fancy  hears  the  low,  rhythmic  beat — 
The  gentle  fall  of  willing  feet! 
All  o'er  the  laml,  still  memory  sees 
The  hosts  that  eidisted  on  their  knees. 
In  silence  inarching,  softly  and  slow. 
As  in  the  days  ten  years  ago  I 

3  Then  the  bugle  call  to  women  came  ; 
Then  tlu^  fiery  baptism's  touch  of  tiame ! 
Then  the  helpless  on  the  Helper  laid 
That  woe  too  great  for  human  aid  I 

Then  th'y  leaned  with  all  their  weight  of  caro 
Heaven's  altar  on  ;  and  offered  there 
Kach  (piivering  fibre  of  their  lives, 
Their  very  selves,  for  sacrifice  ! 

4  O  ye,  who  marched  with  a  martyr's  faifh 
To  meet  earth's  bitterest  ban  and  wrath, 
And  dauntless,  where  the  strong  might  flee, 
JMet  tiindish  men  with  pra\er  and  plea  I 

0  gently  reared,  noble,  pure  and  sweet — 
Dark  paths  grew  halloweil  'neath  your  feet; 
And,  with  yt)ur  presence,  came  floating  in 

A  breath  of  heaven  to  dens  of  siii ! 

5  O  band  that  walked  'neath  the  wondering  skies, 
Clad  in  the  roln;  of  self-sacrifice — 

You  touched  with  that  shining  robe's  outliue 

The  l)onler  rim  of  the  <livine  ! 

Nor  is  martyr's  w  reatli  too  briglit  or  good 

To  crown  such  saintly  womanho<Kl 

As  gave  its  all — aye,  with  joyful  han<l — 

For  God,  for  Home,  for  Native  Land ! 

MART   A.    LKATnr 

Teniou,  ImL,  Doe.  13,  IML 

AWAKENED. 

In  uMwer  lo  Um  qnMUoo.  "  Do  I  dnua.  or  I*  thin  nal  ?" 

1  No,  ah  no  !   tlioti  art  not  dreaming, 
Hetter  far  than  simply  seeming. 
Truer  than  dim  faint  ideal. 

Is  the  living  present  real. 

2  See  ye  not  yon  wavin-,'  banner? 
Hear  ye  not  the  glad  ho.sanna? 
Sure  it  is  no  pliantom  throng. 

Which  Inars  the  flag  and  singx  the  song. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


3  Bcliold  they  march  with  rapid  stride ! 
Each  dicers  tlu;  ooiiirach;  by  liis  side, 
Willi  peace,  joy,  love  and  life  to  gain, 
And  all  to  lose,  if  basely  slain. 

4  Witii  arms  presented  now  they  stand. 
In  one  long  phalanx  brave  and  grand; 
And  bid  dclianee  to  tlie  thrall 

Ot  that  grim  tyrant  Alcohol. 

5  Oh  !  blest  awak'ning  oi  this  hour, 
To  see  him  shorn  of  his  dark  power  ; 
To  see  strong  men  throw  otl'  his  chain,— 
The  weak  and  faint  take  heart  again. 

6  Then  bid  adieu  to  darksome  night. 
And  hail  with  joy  the  breaking  light, 
Behold  the  dawn  is  grandly  beaming ! 
Ah  no  !  my  friend,  this  is  not  dreaming. 

MRS.  LUCY  WASHINGTON. 

Jacksonville.  111.    1878. 

lu  "Echoes  of  Song." 

THE    OLD    AND   THE    NEW   CRUSADE. 

FOK   MEMOia.\L   DAY.      DEC.    23,    1873.— DEC.    23,    1883. 
DEDICATED  TO  THE  W.   C  T.  U. 

1  Tell  us  not,  O  song  of  poet,  tales  of  liow  their  white 

plumes  tossed 
Like  the  snow-capped  waves  in  sea-storm,  when  the 

knightly  lances  crossed, 
And  Christian  warred  with  Saracen  for  tomb,  beloved 

and  lost. 

2  Blood  and  anguish  little  counted,  life  and  courage  all 

unpriced. 
Gave  they  to  this  holy  warfare, — nought  too  much, 

yet  nought  sufficed ; 
For  an  empty  tomb  ther/  battled,   these — the  living 

Christ. 

3  Christ,    the    Christ  alive,   yet  buried,   wrapped  and 

hidden  in  His  own. 
Under  fold  on  fold  of  evil,  till  the  heart,  meant  for  His 

throne, 
Is  a  grave  from  whose  dark  doorway  none  could  roll 

away  the  stone. 

4  By  such  tombs  watched  weeping  women,  darksome 

night  and  dreary  day. 

For  one  sight  of  Christ  the  Master,  through  the  fold- 
ing shroud  of  clay. 

For  the  coming  of  an  angel  who  could  roll  the  stone 
away. 

5  And  God  sent,  not  one  but  many,  soft  of  word  and 

sweet  of  face. 
And  the  stony  portal  trembled  at  this  miracle  of  grace, 
Till  the  buried  Christ  awakened,  and  His  presence 

filled  the  place. 

6  From  that  day,  where'er  the  evil  shrouds  the  good  in 

hearts  of  men. 
Is  this  miracle  of  wonder  wrought  afresh,  until  again 
Good,  that  stifle,d  in  its  grave-clothes,    reappears  to 

mortal  ken. 


7  And  defeated  souls  and  fettered,  loosed  from  bonds, 

in  fi'eedom  stand, 
Ready  both    to   do  and  suffer  at  the   King's  divine 

command  ; 
And    the  angel   touch  that  frees  them — is  a  loving 

woman's  hand. 

MARY  L.   DICKINSON. 


MUSTERING   THE   BOYS. 

1  Hark  !  they  come,  hear  the  beating  and  the  throbbing 

of  the  drum. 
To  muster  up  the  boys  at  dawn ;  they  come,  yes,  here 

they  come. 
Our  country  is  in  danger,  boj's.  Oh !  rouse  ye,  every  one. 
To  meet  the  foe  we  now  must  go,  nor  wait  the  rising 
sun. 
CuoRLS — Hark  !  they  come  ;  hark  !  they  come  ; 

Hear  the  beating  and  the  throbbing  of  the 
drum  ; 
Hark  !  they  come  ;  hark  !   they  come  ; 

Hear  the  beating  and  the  throbbing  of  the 
drum. 

2  Hear  the  tread,  firm  and  steady,  and  the  solemn,  lone- 

some tones, 

The  music  cleaves  the  misty  air  and  mingles  with  our 
moans  ; 

May  heaven  bless  our  soldier  boys  ;  they  love  tlieir 
friends  and  home, 

But  hear  the  call,  their  country's  call — let  every  pa- 
triot come. 

3  Cruel  war — love  is  bleeding  and   thou  heedest  not, 

O  war. 
But  gaily  float  your  flags  on  high,  and  to  destruction 

draw. 
You  loudly  prate  of  glory  won,  and  lead  with  fiery 

breath. 
And  bugle  blast  and  cannon's  roar,  into  the  jaws  of 

death. 

4  Pride  and  power  are  thy  pmions,  and  they  float  their 

raven  wings 

Where  hissing  shot  and  shrieking  shell  doth  pierce 
with  deadly  stings, 

'Mid  throbbing  drum  and  battle-cries  the  crimson  life- 
tide  flows. 

Till  pale  and  cold  and  still  they  lie,  and  night  with 
starlight  glows. 

5  Yet  they   left   home  and  loved  ones,   and  so  firm!}- 

marched  they  on. 

For  country's  sake  they  fought,  they  fell  ; — the  vic- 
tor}' was  won. 

The  cry  to  arms  we  cease  to  hear ;  the  booming  of 
the  gun 

O'er  jieaceful  fields  no  more  shall  sound,  for  well  their 
work  was  done. 


TEMPERANCE.     COLD  WATER  ARMY  SONGS. 


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6  Hero  boys,  we  will  ever  with  our  grateful  songs  of  Rkikain— We  are  coming,  we  arc  ooming,  our  native 

pp.^ijj^.  laml  to  save, 

Float  treedom's  flag  of  hallowed  stripes,  and  costly  We  arc  coming,  O  C'oluuihia,  the  young,  the 

starry  rays,  tr"'''  the  brave. 

And  oroudlv  we  will  trace  your  names  on  marble  and 

Ana  promuy  wc  w  j-  ^^^  ^^  onward  marclung  adown  the  path  of 

on  stone,  i     •  i  •  • 

While  lonely  hearts  shall  dirges  chant,  and  sighmg  tune, 


say  they're  gone. 
Chorus— They  are  gone,  they  are  gone ; 

They  were  dying  'mid  the  throbbing  of  the 
drum. 
They  are  gone,  they  arc  gone  ; 

They  were  dying  'mid  the  throbbing  of  the 
drum. 

■MMA  K.  OAENDOBFF. 
Delarau.  lU..  ISSt. 
Sot  to  Muslo  by  Prof.  J.  R.  Bwenby,  Che«ter,  Pa. 

THE    RIGHT   \A/'AY. 

C.  M. 

1  At  home,  abroad,  by  day  or  night, 

In  country  or  in  town, 
If  asked  to  drink,  we'll  smile  and  turn 
Our  glasses  upside  down. 

2  The  ruby  wine,  or  bright  champagne, 

Or  lager  rich  and  brown. 
We'll  never  touch,  but  always  turn 
Our  glasses  upside  down. 

3  If  friends  shall  say  'tis  good  for  health, 

'T  will  all  your  troubles  drown, 
We'll  dare  to"  differ  and  to  turn 
Our  glasses  upside  down. 

4  Companions  gay  and  maidens  fair, 

And  men  of  high  renown. 
May  sneer  ;  but  never  mind,  we'll  turn 
Our  glasses  upside  down. 

5  We  mean  to  conquer  in  this  strife. 

To  win  the  victor's  crown. 
And  so  we'll  always  bravely  turn 
Our  classes  upside  down. 

°  HELEN   E.  BROWN. 

THE   CHILDREN'S    RALLYING    SONG. 

Tune-"  \Vt  are  coming.  Fiithrr  Abrnm.' 

1   Wo  are    coming,   O  Columbia,  a   brave  ten  million 
more. 
From   Mississippi's  winding  streams  and  from  rsew 

England's  shore, 
From   rocky  northern  hilltop,  from  sunny  southern 

From'  Mexico's   blue    waters,   and    from   far  Tacific 

main.  . 

We  bring  the  loyal  true  hearts,  we  bring  the  willing 

And  souls  atire  with  earnest  zeal  to  do  thy  high  com- 
mands ;  ... 
Our  banners  white  are  gleaming  like   sunrise  in  tUe 

sky  ; 
«'  For  God  and  home  and  native  land  !      resounds  our 

patriot  cry. 


Our  bands  increasing  day  by  day — a  nmltitude  sub- 
lime ; 

From  hillsides  and  from  valleys  you  may  hear  our 
tramping  feet. 

Like  the  billows  of  the  ocean  as  upon  the  rocks  they 
beat. 

A  mighty  host  advancing,  we  wax  each  day  more 
strong. 

How  its  echoes  glad  resounding  from  each  hill,  and 
rock,  and  glen, 

"For  (iod  and  home  and  n.itive  land  !  "  Loud  swells 
the  grand  "Amen." 

3  Oh !  the  conflict  is  before  us  with  a  fearful  giant  foe, 
But  our  armor  bright  is  ready,  we  will  give  him  blow 

for  blow  ; 
In  the  strife  we  will  not  falter,  for  the  victory  is  sure ; 
Even  we  shall  yet  behold  it.  if  we  to  the  end  endure. 
Quail  then,  monster,  at  our  onset,  O  thou  demon  fierce 

and  strong, 
Thou  who  dar'st  our  land  to  darken  with  the  foul  and 

bitter  wrong  ; 
Like  returning  tides  that  slowly,  surely  sweep  along 

the  strand. 
We  will  hurl  thee,  hateful  tyrant,  from  our  own,  our 
native  laud. 
Refrain — We  are  coming,  we  are  coming,  home  and 
native  land  to  save  ; 
In  the  name  of  God  we're  coming,  we,  the 
young,  the  true,  the  brave. 

MBTA  E.   B.  TUOBNK,   1884. 


COLD    WATER    ARMY    PLEDGE. 

c.  u. 

1  God  help  me  evermore  to  keep, 

This  promi.se  that  I  make  I 
I  will  not  chew,  not  smoke,  nor  swear. 
Nor  poisonous  li  piors  take. 

2  For  poison  drinks  are  very  bad, 

I  know  the  names  of  some  ; 
Ale,  brandy,  whisky,  wine  and  beer. 
With  cider,  gin,  and  rum. 

3  I'll  try  to  get  my  little  friends. 

To  make  this  promise  too; 
And  every  day  111  try  to  find 
Some  temperance  work  to  do. 

ANXA  <IOBDO>. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


TO   THE   COLD   WATER    ARMY. 

Taut— " HalJ  htu  ne\tr  brrn  told." 

1  )Vo  can  hear  tho  silatl  sound  of  tlieir  coming, 

Tlu!  fall  of  tlicir  fret  l)_v  tho  way, 
And  we  know  hy  the  iniirniurs  which  reach  us, 

Tiiat  nunibcii-d  by  tliousunds  are  they. 
'T  is  a  ri;;lit  royal  road  they  are  treading, 

These  children  so  sturdy  and  true, 
And  above  them  floats  out  a  bright  banner^ 

The  banner  of  red,  white  and  blue. 

2  'T  is  the  army  of  children,  yet  ever 

To  eoncjuests  anew  they  march  on, 
And  though  many  the  enemies  coiujuered, 

Their  warfare  is  hardly  begun. 
Not  a  fear  of  the  demon  Intemperance 

Lurks  near  them  as  onward  they  go  ; 
But  they  cry.  "  We  are  valiantly  ready 

To  strike  at  the  heart  of  our  foe." 

3  O  children  !  be  brave  and  be  steadfast ; 

To  you  do  we  look  to  fulfill 
All  these  hopes  which  the  heart  of  the  nation 

Now  feels  but  the  embryo  thrill. 
To  the  winds  toss  your  banner  out  proudly, 

The  red,  white  and  blue,  let  it  wave  ; 
For  no  flag  was  there  ever  unfolded 

More;  worthy  to  shadow  the  brave. 

BELLE  KELLOOO  TDW.VE.     1884. 

COLD    WATER    ARMY    MARCHING   SONG. 

1  Hark  !  hark  !  the  battle-cry 

Is  sounding  o'er  the  hill. 
Quick  to  your  duty  now, 

And  haste  the  ranks  to  fill ; 
Let  us  rally  round  our  standard, 

Like  the  heroes  of  the  past, 
And  to  those  who  fight  with  courage  bold, 
There's  victory  at  last. 
Chorus — Marching  on  together, 
Singing  ever  as  we  go. 
Truth  shall  be  our  watchword. 

And  the  world  our  traitor  foe ; 
But  salvation  is  our  helmet, 

And  our  sword  can  never  fail. 
For  our  Captain  we  will  nobly  fight, 
And  in  His  strength  prevail. 

2  Who  will  join  our  army  ? 

Hark !   we  call  for  volunteers, 
Yonder  in  the  distance  see, 

Our  beacon  light  appears  ; 
When  our  way  is  dark  and  dreary, 

We  will  keep  it  still  in  view. 
And  we'll  fight  the  battle  of  the  cross, 

And  bear  our  colors  true, 

3  Who  will  join  our  army  ? 

Though  the  struggle  may  be  long. 
Nobly  we  will  lirave  it. 

For  our  hearts  in  God  are  strong ; 


If  we  trust  our  great  Commander, 
Aid  and  comfort  we  shall  find. 

And  he'll  drive  the  foe  before  us. 
Like  the  chaff  before  the  wind. 

4  Onward,  ever  onward, 

Then  our  steady  course  we'll  keep, 
Onward,  ever  onward. 

Till  we  climb  the  mountain  steep; 
For  our  Captain's  gone  before  us, 

And  the  war  will  soon  be  past, 
He  has  promised  all  His  faithful  ones 

A  glorious  crown  at  last. 

rA.NNY  CROSBY. 

Set  to  Music  hy  T.  E.  pkrkins. 
By  per.  Biglow  k.  Main. 


THE   COLD   WATER   ARMY, 
OR   THE    ROYAL    ARMY. 

"  Put  on  the  whole  armor  of  God."    Eph,  ri :    7i 
01(1  Tuue— "  Memories  o/  Earth." 

1  We're  a  band  of  valiant  soldiers. 

And  we're  out  upon  review. 
We  have  joined  the  royal  armj', 
Aud  we  ever  will  be  true. 
Chorus — Come  and  hoist  the  flag  for  Jesus, 
Marching  to  the  heav'nly  land  ; 
Come  and  hoist  the  flag  for  Jesus, 
Come  and  join  our  temperance  band. 

2  We're  a  band  of  merry  marchers, 

As  have  ever  trod  the  field, 
And  with  -Jesus  as  our  Captain, 
Then  we  know  the  foe  must  yield. 

3  And  we're  every  one  reciting. 

Come  and  gird  the  armor  on. 
For  we  want  to  nmster  forces  now, 
To  gain  the  promised  crown. 

4  Come  and  rally  round  our  banner, 

For  we  every  one  must  fight. 
And  our  war-cry  is  Ilosanna, 
Trusting  in  our  Captain's  might. 

MAY  CLIFTOIC. 

Set  to  Music  by  w.  a.  ocden. 

Copyright  1883,  by  Emma  Pitt    In  "Gospel  Light. " 


TRUE   COURAGE. 

Tune-  "  ffever  be  afraid  to  work  /or  Je^nu." 

1  Never  be  afraid,  O  patient  workers, 
Thon</h  thy  foes  are  gathering  f;ist ; 
Darkest  hour  proclaims  the  daylight. 
Then  be  faithful  to  the  last. 
Chorus — Never  be  afraid  I    never  be  afraid  ! 
Never,  never,  never ; 
Our  sfood  c:nise  is  blessed  by  Jesus, 
Then,  Oh  !  never  be  afraid. 


TEMPEBAA'CE.    COLD  M'ATER  ARMY  SONOS, 


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2  Never  l)e  afraid,  O  weary  workers, 

Stronger  power  tliaii  man's  shall  sway, 
Overturning  wick<-<l  plotters  ; 

Brief  tluir  triumj)!!,  brief  their  day. 

3  Never  be  afraid,  O  faithful  workers, 

For  thy  cause  is  just  ami  right, 
Higher  wisdom  seek  to  guide  thee, 
Truth  is  power,  truth  is  light. 

MIt8.  )l.  M.  fl.   WOODIN. 
Detroit.  Mich.,  Jaa..  188(. 
(The  Cbonu  may  be  omitted.  If  dealred.) 


TREMBLE,    KING   ALCOHOL. 

TUE  CUILDKEN'8  TE.MPERANCE   MARCH. 

RespcctfiiUy  iuBcrlbed  to  Mia*  Fnuic««  E.  Willord. 

1  From  the  North  and  the  South,  from  the  East  and  the 

West, 
We,  the  boys  and  the  girls,  are  enlisting  for  life, 
And  are  rising  by  thousands  a  foe  to  contest. 

While  the  Lord,  who  hath  called  us,  is  leading  the 
strife. 
Chorus — We  now  do  our  utmost  this  evil  to  quell. 

We've  enlisted  to  war  'gainst  the  fiend  of 
the  cup, 
And  the  d.iy  will  soon  come  which  our  elders 
foretell. 
Tremble,  King  Alcohol,  we  shall  grow  up. 

2  Now  this  foe  may  grand  palaces  build  yet  awhile, 

And  may  deck  them  with  gold  from  iiis  traffic  in 
souls  ; 
But  the  doom  shall  be  sealed  of  an  evil  so  vile. 

When  the  child  of  the  present  shall  stand  at  the 
[jolls. 
0   Then  let  trumpets  of  victory  sound  through  the  land. 
And  this  king  plead  in  vain  while  his  minions  shall 
rave  ; 
For   the  conquest  is  sure  when  the  Lord  doth  com- 
mand 
All  His  earnest  recruits  who   their  country  would 
save. 

mwi  M.  B.  8KRvniw.  bT  per. 
Set  to  Miuio  by  aoam  uubkl. 


MARCHING    ORDERS. 

DEDICATED  TO  TUK   COI.D   WATER   ABMT. 
Tune— "CArufiMO*,' 

a  M. 

1  The  marching  orders  we've  received, 

The  childnMi's  temp'rance  band; 
Our  color  blue,  our  motto  true, 
The  soldiers  of  the  land. 

2  Already  h.is  the  war  li^^gun. 

Many  tlie  battles  fought. 
And  many  vict'ries  have  In-en  won 
Against  the  fatal  drau<;lit. 


3  So  right  and  left  we  onward  move, 

All  keej)i!ig  place  and  time, 
The  army  lirave,  man-hing  to  save 
From  the  li(iUor  tratlic's  crime. 

4  And  as  we  move  in  rank  an<I  tile 

We'll  drum  for  volunteers  ; 
And  far  and  wide,  on  every  side. 
Shall  ring  our  welcoming  cheers. 

5  No  longer  will  our  homes  desimir. 

Nor  children  cry  for  bread  ; 
With  frugal  care  and  toil  to  share. 
All  will  be  clothed  and  fed. 


MIU.  a.  A.  OOkDOV. 


WE    ARE   COMING. 

COLD   WATER  ARMY   SONO. 

1  We  are  coming,  we  are  coming. 

An  army  bright  and  strong ; 
We  are  coming,  we  are  coming, 

To  help  the  cause  along. 
Our  hearts  are  young  and  hopi-ful, 

Our  motives  pun;  and  true. 
So,  men  ami  women,  if  you  wi.sh. 
We'll  march  along  with  you. 
CnoRf  8 — We'll  march  along  with  you. 

We'll  march  along  with  you. 

So,  men  ami  women,  if  you  wish, 

We'll  march  along  with  you. 

2  We  are  coming,  we  are  coming, 

Like  David,  long  ago. 
We  are  coming,  we  are  coming. 

To  lay  the  giant  low  ; 
For  when  we  cast  our  ballots. 

He'll  surely  lose  his  head. 
And  on  our  banners  we  will  write. 

That  wicked  king  is  dead  I 

3  We  are  coming ;  yes,  we're  coming, 

An  army  bright  and  strong  ; 
We  are  coming  ;  ye.s,  we're  coming, 

To  help  the  cause  along. 
We're  proud  to  show  our  colors. 

The  red,  the  white,  the  blue. 
So  men  and  women,  if  you  wish. 

We'll  march  along  with  you. 

una.   ALKXANDUI  COOPUL    U8L 

CAPTAIN    "NO!" 

Old  Tooci-"  /  mal  (0  V  an  AkqA,'  (E  (Ut).     "  TKt  Montimf  Lt^  is 
Brmkin^'  (B  flat). 

1  Come,  join  the  famous  army 

That's  soon  to  lead  the  world. 
And  l»'f  its  glorious  b.-inner 

He  proudly  now  unfurl*  d  ; 
For  we've  :i  gallant  <'apt:iin 

Who  liads  wliere'er  we  go — 
Hurrah  for  our  bnivf  captain  I 

Our  gallant  Captain  "  No  I  " 


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WOMAN  IN  SAC  RED  SONG. 


2  We  want  tlio  best  and  i)ravcst 

From  t'vrry  fartn  and  town 
To  trample  on  the  evil, 

And  put  its  niiscliief  down  ; 
We'll  liave  no  sneaking  coward 

Who  is  afraid  to  go 
lliglit  in  the  fiercest    battle 

With  gallant  Captain  "No!" 

S  Our  men  are  brave  and  hearty, 

Well  fed,  and  staunch,  and  true; 
The  day  vou  come  among  us 

You'll  never  learn  to  rue, 
For  we  are  never  ragged, 

Black  eyes  wc  never  show ; 
Oh  !   we're  a  jolly  army 

That  follows  Captaiu  "  No  !  " 
4  The  enemy  is  watchful, 

He  keeps  his  spies  around — 
He'd  laugh  in  fiendish  glory 

To  see  us  losing  ground  ; 
But  we  will  ever  show  him 

We  are  not  dull  nor  slow; 
We'll  vanquish  him  by  shouting, 

"  Hurrah  I  for  Captain  '  No  !  '  " 

MATTIE  FEAK80N  SMITH.     1883. 

^A/HO    WILL   JOIN    OUR    ARMY? 

1  Oh  I  we  are  all  engaged  in  the  great  and  noble  strife, 
'J'liat's  always  being  waged  on  the  battle-field  of  life; 
We've  girded  on  the  sword  and  our  armor  is  all  bright, 
And  these  our  marching  words,  "  For  the  Truth  and 

for  the  Right." 
CiiOKis — Oh  I  come  and  join  our  army, 
Oh  !  come  and  join  our  army, 
Oh  !  come  and  join  our  army, 
"  For  the  Trutli  and  for  the  Right." 

2  Our  leader  is  the  Lord,  in  the  greatness  of  His  might, 
The  spirit  is  the  sword  that  conquers  in  the  fight, 
No  weapons  could  avail  us  that  were  of  earthly  power, 
When  hosts  of  sin  assail  us,  and  trying  is  the  hour, 

3  TluMi  let  us  look  to  Jesus  whose  arm  is  strong  to  save, 
And  who  can  free  us  from  death  and  from  the  grave  ; 
And  when  the  strife  is  ended  our  glory  then  shall  be, 
Jiy  angel  bands  attended,  dear  Lord,  to  rise  to  Thee, 

KATE  CAMERON. 
Copyright,  1869,  in  "  Notes  of  Joy."     Used  by  p«r.  Hubert  P.  Main.  Mus.  Doc. 

COME    AND    HELP    US. 

1  Don't  you  know  how  much  you're  needed 

In  tiie  army  for  the  right? 
Loud  the  bugle  notes  are  calling. 
Full  tiie  enemy's  in  sight. 

Wont  you  come  and  join  our  army, 
Join  (lod's  army  for  thc^  right  ? 

2  Don't  you  sec  their  hosts  advancing, 

FIusIkmI  with  riot,  pride  and  wrong? 
Shouting  loud  they'll  surely  triumph, 
Full  of  ribald  jest  and  song. 


8  Don't  you  know  who  is  our  Leader? 
Lord  of  Hosts,  He  is  our  King  ; 
Stand  before  Him  !     Pray  while  working ! 
Songs  of  victory  soon  we'll  sing. 

MES.  8ARAII   M.  SYKES  WoODIK. 
Detroit,  Midi  ,  Jau.,  1881 

THE    "WHISKY-JUG'S    REVELATION. 

Here  is  plenty  of  poverty,  shame  and  disgrace, 
An  imbecile  mind  and  a  red,  bloated  face, 
A  cold,  stony  heart  and  a  trembling  hand, 
A  strong  man  so  feeble  he  scarcely  can  stand. 
Friend,  look  at  these  pictures  awhile  ere  you  pass, 
They  cost  little  money — just  ten  ceuts  a  glass. 
Here  are  dirt  and  disorder,  starvation  and  cold. 
And  misery  greater  than  words  ever  told  ; 
Here  are  anger  and  hatred,  contention  and  strife, 
A  hell  for  a  home  and  existence  for  life. 
Friends,  think  of  these  evils  awhile  ere  you  pass, 
And  say  if  you'll  buy  them  at  ten  cents  a  glass. 
Here  are  ruin,  perdition,  remorse  and  despair, 
Aye,  wretchedness  greater  than  words  can  declare  ; 
Long  ages  of  pain  for  short  moments  of  mirth, 
Souls  bitterly  cursing  the  hour  of  their  birth. 
O  friend,  dare  you  suffer  such  warnings  to  pass, 
And  swallow  destruction  at  ten  cents  a  glass  ? 

AKCIE  FULLEB. 

THE    PLEASANT   GLASS. 

Composed  after  reading  the  remark  of  a  deaf-mute : 
"  We  went  into  a  saloon  to  take  a  pleasant  glass." 

1  Oh  I  look  not  on  the  '*  pleasant  glass," 

Though  it  most  brightly  gleams. 
For  with  a  curse,  a  woe  untohl, 
Its  every  globule  teems, 

2  Oh  !  touch  it  not,  the  "  pleasant  glass," 

Though  good  it  be  to  view. 
For  it  with  sharp  and  cruel  thorns 
Your  path  of  life  can  strew. 

3  Oh  !  drink  it  not,  the  "  pleasant  glass," 

Though  warm  and  sweet  it  taste, 
For  it  has  power  to  work  more  ill 
Than  pencil  ever  traced. 

4  Oh  I  dash  it  down,  the  "  pleasant  glass," 

As  poison,  ruin,  death, 
Turn  (piickly  from  it  as  jou  would 
Turn  from  the  spoiler's  breath. 

5  Yes,  dash  it  down,  until  it  lies 

In  fragments  at  your  feet. 
For  oidy  thus  will  your  escape 
From  ruin  be  complete, 

6  And  call  it  not  the  "  pleasant  glass," 

For  ruined  millions  know 
']^\\:\i  poiKoned,  (tusKn,  are  fitter  words 
Its  subtle  power  to  show. 

AN<:KI.INE   FfLLKR. 

One  of  llie  Silent  .SisMThthMl, 
Savanna,  III.     1883. 


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2  Not  for  weight  of  glory. 

Not  for  crown  and  palm, 
Entfr  wu  the  army, 

Raise  the  warrior-psalm. 
But  for  love  that  clainieth 

Lives  for  whom  he  died, 
He  wlioin  .lesus  nameth 

Must  bo  on  His  side. 
By   Tliy  love  constraining, 

Hv  Fiiy  grace  divine. 
We  an"  on  the  Lonl's  side. 

Saviour,  wo  are  Thine  ! 

3  Jesus,  Thou  hast  bought  us, 

Not  with  gold  or  gem. 
But  with  Tliine  own  lifo-blootl. 

For  Thy  diadem. 
"With  Thy  blessing  filling 

Kach  wi»o  comes  to  Thee, 
Tliou  hast  made  us  willing. 

Thou  hast  made  us  free. 
By  Thv  urand  redemption. 

By  Tliy  grace  divine. 
"NVe  are  on  the   Lonl's  side. 

Saviour,  we  arv  Thine  ! 


4  Fierce  may  be  the  conflict, 

Strong  may  be  the  foe, 
But  tlie  King's  own  army 

None  can  overthrow. 
Round  His  standard  ranging 

Victory  is  secure, 
For  His  truth  unclinnging 

Makes  tiie  triunijdi  sure, 
Joyfully  enlisting 

IJy  Thy  grace  divine, 
We  are  on  the  Lord's  side, 

Saviour,  we  arc  Thine  1 

6  Chosen  to  be  soldiers 

In  an  alien  land, 
"Chosen,  called  and  faithful" 

For  our  Captain's  band. 
In  the  service  royal. 

Let  us  not  grow  cold. 
I>ot  us  Vk-  right  loyal. 

Noble,  true  and  lK)ld. 
Miister.  Thou  wilt  keep  n«, 

By  Tliy  grace  divine, 
Alwavs  f>n  the  I/ord's  side. 

Saviour,  always  Tliine  I 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


LIBERTY. 


CuARACTKUs: — 0(>(f<fess  uf  Libert ij,  Fdiries,  Youth 
struifijU)i(j  with  tt/iiptatiuns,  Hand  of  Hope. 


PLAN  OK  sta<;e. 


•  IIITAINS  OF  FLAGS. 


ELEVATED   PLATFORM. 


first  platform. 

(•i-|:tai\s. 


Th(^  stji^re,  profusel}'  decorated  witli  flowers,  flags, 
and  sliniblRry.  Liberty  dressed  in  the  national  colors, 
with  red  and  blue  predominating.  Some  of  the  fairies 
dressed  in  blue,  some  in  red,  and  some  in  white.  The 
litlk-  girls  representing  fairies  should  not  be  more  than 
eiglit  years  of  age. 

Jidiid  of  Hope. — The  girls  dressed  in  three  colors 
combined,  white  j)redominating ;  the  boys  wearing  blue 
scarfs. 

Liherty,  Fairies,  Band  of  Hope,  all  carrying  flags. 

Hffore  the  curtain  rises,  instrumental  music.  Air  : 
"  The  Star  Spangled  Banner."  TAherty  and  Fairies 
occupy  the  elevated  platform.  Youth  and  Band  of 
Hope  occupy  the  first  platform.  They  enter  and  pass 
before  the  elevated  platform. 

Liberty  standing  before  the  throne  when  the  curtain 
rises. 

Liberty. 

Again  I  greet  this  day  with  tender  love, 

And  ])ray  the  powers  high  to  l)less  and  keep 

The  land.    This  Western  world  .«o  bright  with  flowers, 

Has  been  my  steadfast  faith  a  hundred  years. 

'  Tis  .loy,  and  Peace,  and  Love,  that's  Liberty  ; 

They  are  the  8ubj(!Cts  of  my  watchful  care. 

All,  all  that  elevates  the  soul  with  beauty  : 

The  song  of  birds,  the  sunset's  crimson  clouds, 

The  fragrant  flowers,  the  gorgeous  rainbows, 

Are  earthly  symbols  bright  of  Liberty. 

The  human  mind  in  harmony  with  these, 

Has  never  need  of  laws  that  are  restraint. 

As  well  restrain  the  sunshine  and  the  air  ! 

F:ir  Initter  these  were  banished  from  ihe  earth. 

Than  (rherish  that  which  drives  out  peace  and  joy. 

^Iv  soul  rejoices  over  every  deed 

Performed  to  till  the  land  with  ha|)py  homes. 

I've  seen  the  lii)rratioii  of  a  race 

With  such  a  jov  as  only  gods  can  know ; 

Such  deed  as  that  is  one  u|)lifting  wave 

That  bears  ui>on  its  crest  a  sinking  ship. 

And  casts  it  safely  forward  ou  the  beach. 


Enter  Fairies.     (Drums  heard.) 
Fairies. 

A  mortal  comes, 

We  hear  his  moan, 
From  distant  drums. 

Why  does  he  roam? 
This  joyful  day 

All  should  be  gay, 
And  hail  with  mirth 

The  nation's  birth. 

Liberty  and  Fairies  conceal  themselves  behind  flags. 
Youth. 

Weakness  within ;  temptations  without.  A  thousand 
demons  are  holding  out  the  wine-glass  as  the  surest  way 
to  secure  my  soul.  Their  open  doors  entice  dav  abd 
night.  They  scoff  and  jeer  when  I  stand,  and  revel  in 
fiendish  delight  when  I  fall.  This  solitude  has  witnes.sed 
a  hundred  resolves,  but  of  what  avail  ?  I  go  back  to 
human  companionship  but  to  fall  I  Oh  !  for  a  hermit's 
cell!  Oh  !  for  prison's  bolts  and  bars  I  Anywhere,  anv- 
where,  to  escape  this  whirlpool  of  temptation  that  is 
drawing  me  to  its  centre.  Is  this  the  boasted  land  of 
liberty  ?  The  stars  and  stripes  are  waving  over  a  tyrant 
from  Satan's  dominions,  that  is  working  the  ruin  of 
America's  sons,  and  overthrowing  her  freedom.  We 
believe  ourselves  strong.  We  see  the  danger  uph  eld  by 
society  and  laws.  We  awake  from  our  dream  of  safety 
to  find  ourselves  bound.  What  is  the  bondage  of  labor  ? 
The  soul  is  free.  Oh  !  ithslavery  indeed  tliat  debases 
honor  and  manhood — that  dethrones  reason.  O  God, 
have  pity  ! 

Liberty  and  Fairies  appear.  Liberty  seated  on  the 
throne,  her  head  bowed. 

Liberty. 

Alas  !  alas  !  Why  are  my  powers  fixed  ?  For  one 
such  moan  the  nation  should  arise.  I  must  have  human 
help.     Away,  away  ! 

Fairies  disappear  and  re-enter. 
Fairies. 

They  come,  they  come, 

A  valiant  band, 
A  million  strong 

Throughout  the  land. 
From  South  and  North, 

And  East  and  West, 
They  rally  forth 

At  thy  l>ehest. 

Band  ok  Hope   (singing). 

XiT—^'Yankf'-  DoodU.'* 

America's  sons  and  daughters  rise, 

When  liberty  is  calling. 
Our  hearts  bi-at  high,  our  steps  are  firm. 

Our  souls  with  ardor  glowing. 


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GJl 


Chouus — (waving  flags). 

Wave  our  starry  banners  bright 
O'er  notliing  but  the  true  ; 

Inspire  our  hi'arts  to  tlius  ])rotect 

Tiie  red  and  white  and  blue. 

We've  joined  to  make  tlie  land  as  £reo 

As  sunshine  and  the  air, 
Establish  and  maintain  the  cause 

That  blesses  everywhere.     CilO- 
The  aged  look  to  us  iu  hope, 

The  children  for  protection  ; 
The  fallen  plead  for  helping  hands. 

We  march  in  their  direction.     Clio. 
To  voters,  shame  I  lo,  in  the  dust 

They  do  our  colors  drag ; 
We'll  s(X)n  make  laws  that  will  uphold 

The  symbols  of  our  flag.     C'lio. 
Three  cheers  for  our  dear  native  land. 

For  slavery's  abolition  ; 
A  greater  blessing  soon  we'll  hail, 

When  we  have  prohibition.     Clio. 

(Tableau,  all  waving  flags  and  colored  lights.) 

EMMA   K.   NOKTUN.   1883. 
Iu  '-  Uoluu  Signal' 

SOWING    SEED. 

1  "  What  shall  it  be  ?  "  a  jirotty  urchin  said. 
As  on  his  mother's  knee  lie  leaned  his  head. 
With  some  faint  stirring  of  a  future  plan  ; 
"What  shall  I  be  when  I  shall  be  a  man?" 

"  My  child,"  the  mother  smiled,  *'  I  could  not  tell. 
One  cannot  guess  the  future  very  well  ; 
liut  high  or  low,  or  rich  or  poor,  you  can. 
My  darling,  be  a  splendid  temperance  man." 

2  A  flash  of  wonder  lit  the  hazel  eyes, 
l'l>l'lt»'<l  to  her  own  in  swift  surj)rise  ; 

*•  You  mean  I  must  not  drink,  it  is  a  sin  ; 

Well,  if  I  mustn't,  couldn't  I  begin, 

Kven  as  little  as  I  am  to-4lay. 

To  l)e  a  'splendid  tem|H'rance  man'  in  play?" 

She  elasp»Ml  him  in  the  gladness  of  her  ji>y. 

And  whispered,  "  Yes,  my  dear,  my  precious  boy." 

3  It  was  not   long  a^o,  counteil  by  days  ; 
But  could  you  see  his  earnest,  serious  gaze, 
As  oftentimes  Wside  his  mother's  chair. 
He  talks  of  drunkards  with  a  childish  air. 
And  with  his  loving,  rosy  li|>s  apart. 

He  vows  that  he  will  never  break  her  heart. 
And  seals  the  vow  with  kisses,  you  would  say, 
He  M  a  temperance  boy  and  not  in  play. 

4  I  think  some  day  a  noble  man  will  stand. 
And  lift  unto  the  world  a  warning  hand, 

I  think  that  he  will  paint  with  vivid  longno 

The  sorrt>w  that  a  million  hearts  halh  wrung; 

And  this  I  know,  wlialever  il>e  may  Iw, 

He  leametl  his  lesson   at  his  molher's  knee, 

.\nd  wlial-'CM-ver  may  iN-fall  lib-'.s  phin. 

That  leMi|M'raiiee  Ihiv  wdl  make  a  leni|ierani'e  man. 


5  ()  mothers,  in  the  sweetness  of  your  home, 
!{•  inemlnr  that  your  l>oy  will  Homeiiiue  roam. 
That  he  will  wander  from  your  lender  care. 
And  where  he  cannot  hear  your  voice  in  prayer ; 
And  now  bt.-fore  shall  come  that  liour  of   wik*. 
Train  him  to  walk  a-s  you  would  have  him  go, 
And  by  and  by  the  harvest  you  shall  seaii 
Will  be  a  brave,  (jod-feariiig  temperance  man. 

MIU.   a.    W     WHITE,    im 

"(jcucTB  Ttnio.'* 

NOTHING    AND   SOMETHING. 

1  It  is  nothing  to  me,  the  Beauty  said. 
With  a  careless  toss  of  her  jtretty  head  ; 
The  man  is  weak,  if  he  can't  refrain 
From  the  cup  you  say  is  fraught  with  pain. 

2  It  was  something  in  her  after  years. 

When  her  eyes  were  drenche<l  with  burning  teara. 
And  she  watohe«l  in  lonely  grief  and  dread, 
And  startled  to  hear  a  staggering  tread. 

3  It  is  nothing  to  me,  the  Mother  said  ; 
I  have  no  fear  that  my  l)oy  will  tread 
The  downward  path  of  sin  and  shame. 
And  crush  my  heart  and  darken  his  name. 

4  It  was  something  to  her  when  that  only  son 
From  the  j)ath  of  right  was  early  won. 
And  madly  cast  in  the  flowing  IhiwI, 

A  ruined  body,  and  sin-wrecked  soul. 

5  It  is  nothing  to  me,  the  Merchant  saitl. 
As  over  his  ledger  he  bent  his  In-ad  ; 
I'm  busy  KMlay  with  tare  and  tret. 
And  have  no  time  to  fume  and  fret. 

6  It  was  something  to  him  when  over  the  wire 
A  mess;ige  came  from  a  funeral  pyre — 

A  drunken  conductor  had  wrecke<l  a  train. 
And  his  wife  and  child  were  among  the  slain. 

7  It  is  nothing  to  me,  the  youn;:  man  cri<-d  ; 
In  his  eye  Wius  a  fla-h  of  scorn  and  pride — 
I  heed  not  the  ilreadfnl  things  ye  tell, 

I  can  rule  myself  I  know  full  well. 

8  'T  w.as  something  to  him  when  in  prison  he  lay. 
The  victim  of  drink,  life  ebbing  away. 

As  he  thought  of  his  wretched  child  and  wife. 
And  the  mournful  wreck  of  his  wa^teil  life. 

9  It  is  nothing  to  me,  the  voter  s.ai«i ; 
The  parly  s  loss  is  my  greatest  dread — 
Then  gavi;  his  vote  for  the  liquor  trade. 
Though  hearts  were  crushed  and  drunkanis  niada 

10  It  W.1S  something  to  liim  in  after  life. 

When  his  daughter  became  a  drunkanl's  wife. 
And  her  hungry  <'hildren  cried  for  bread. 
And  tr<  inbled  to  hear  their  father's  trea<i. 

11  Is  it  noilung  for  us  to  idly  sleep 

While  the  cohorts  of  ihatb  their  vigils  ke«»p. 
To  i;:illirr  llic  voting  and  lhiiu:;liilc»s  in — 
And  grind  in  otir  midst  u  gri.st  of  sin  ' 


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12  It  is  somrthinc — yes,  all,  for  us  to  stand, 
Ami  »la>i»  1)V  faith  our  Saviour's  hand — 
To  learn  to  iaiior,  live,  and  fij,dit, 
Ou  the  sido  of  (.iod  and  chanwless  riirlit. 

«  una.  KUAMLs  £.  w.  UAitrEft.    1881 

THE    PRICE   OF   A    DRINK. 

1  "  Five  cents  a  glass  !  "  Does  any  one  think 
That  that  is  really  the  j)rice  of  u  drink  ? 

"  Five  cents  a  glass,"  1  hear  you  say, 

**  Why,  that  isn't  very  much  to  pay." 

Ah,  no,  indeed  ;  'tis  a  very  small  sum 

You  are  passing  over  'twixt  finger  and  thumb; 

And  if  that  were  all  you  gave  away. 

It  wouldn't  he  very  much  to  pay. 

2  Tiic  |)rice  of  drink  I      Let  him  decide 
Who  has  lost  his  courage  and  lost  his  pride, 
And  lies  a  grovelling  heap  of  clay, 

Not  fur  removed  from  a  beast,  to-day. 

3  The  ])rice  of  a  drink  !     Let  that  one  tell 
Who  sleeps  to-night  in  a  murderer's  cell, 
And  feels  within  him  the  fires  of  hell. 
Honor  and  virtue,  love  and  truth, 

All  the  glory  and  pride  of  youth  ; 
Hopes  of  manhood,  and  wreath  of  fame, 
High  endeavor  and  noble  aim — 
These  are  the  treasures  thrown  away 
As  the  price  of  a  drink,  from  day  to  day. 

4  "  Five  cents  a  glass!"     How  Satan  laughed, 
As  over  the  bar  the  young  man  (pialfed 

The  beaded  li<juor ;  for  the  demon  knew 
The  terrible  work  that  drink  would  do  ; 
And  ere  the  morning  the  victim  lay 
With  his  life-blood  swiftly  ebl)ing  away  ; 
And  that  was  the  price  he  paid,  alas ! 
For  the  pleasure  of  taking  a  social  glass. 

5  The  price  of  a  drink !     If  you  want  to  know 
What  some  are  willing  to  pay  for  it,  go 
Through  that  wretched  tenement  over  there, 
With  dingy  windows  and  broken  stair. 
Where  foul  disease,  like  a  vampire,  crawls 
With  outstretched  wings  o'er  the  moldy  walls. 
There  ))overiy  dwells  with  her  hungry  brood, 
Wild-eyed  as  demons,  for  lack  of  food; 
There  shame,  in  a  corner,  crouches  low  ; 
There  violence  deals  its  cruel  blow; 

And  innocent  ones  are  thus  accursed 
To  pay  the  price  of  another's  thirst. 

6  "  Five  cents  a  glass  I"     Oh !  if  that  were  all. 
The  sacrifice  would,  indeed,  be  small ! 

Hut  the  m()ney's  worth  is  the  least  amount 
We  pay  ;  and  whoever  will  keep  account 
Will  learn  the  terrible  waste  and  blight 
That  follows  the  ruinous  appetite. 
«•  Kivc  cents  a  glass  I"      lioes  any  one  think 
That  that  is  really  the  price  of  a  drink  ? 

JOSEPIIINK  POLLARD.     1880. 
ni  '  N.  O.  "  (iiiiHtiaii  .\(lv<K'iit<'  " 
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A    KNELL. 

'  Be  not  deceived.    God  is  iu)t  iiKKkcd  ;  for  whatsoeTer  a  man  aoweth, 

tiiut  Bliall  tie  aiflo  reap." 

1  Down  to  the  brink  of  hell. 
Led  by  the  men  who — well, 
Sing  of  the  city  bright, 
Pray  for  the  robes  of  white. 
Which  all  the  saints  shall  wear 
In  that  pure  world  ;  and  where 
Christ  is  the  light. 

Then  why  link  their  votes  with  those 
Who,  as  the  story  goes. 
Care  not  for  human  woes  ? 

2  Down  to  the  depths  of  hell 
Once  the  bright  angels  fell, 
Now  blighting  this  fair  earth 
Under  a  mighty  curse, 
Urghig  the  saints  e'en  now 
Not  to  Christ's  conquest  bow. 
Keep  back  your  vote  and  prayer, 
Still  let  the  drunkard  wear 
Cain's  mark  ou  cheek  and  brow 
One  more  year,  anyhow. 

3  Let  sin's  gates  open  wide, 
Draw  in  its  restless  tide. 

Let  the  fields  wave  w  ith  grain, 
Mark  of  a  drunkard's  pain  ; 
Brewers  and  maltsters  tell 
How  pockets  plethoric  swell 
AVhile  in  the  jaws  of  hell, 
March  sixty  thousand. 

4  Oh  !  on  that  dreadful  day 
When  the  books  open  laj', 

Four  hundred  and  fifty-six  they  say. 
Paved  the  wide  open  way 
IJy  their  vote  cast  that  day, 
That  the  fair  youth  might  stray 
Into  the  loathsome  way 
With  sixty  thousand. 

MRS.   C.   E.  KEED. 
Plielpa,  N.  Y. 


KATY'S    PLEDGE. 

1  We  stood  one  evening  'mid 'a  crowd 

Of  poor — made  poor  by  sin — 
To  tell  them  of  the  love  that  could 
Their  souls  from  evil  win  ; 

2  And  of  the  poison-drink  that  wrecked 

The  body  and  the  soul  ; 
And  bid  them  come  and  pledge  themselves 
Against  the  maddening  bowl. 

3  A  little  maid  with  sunny  hair, 

And  eyes  of  violet  blue, 
Trippctl  from  her  seat  with  fairy  step. 
And  asked:  '•  May  I  sign,  too  ?  " 
c.  T.  u. 


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4  "  Oil  !  yes,"  wo  said  ;  "  but  tell  us  first, 

What  is  till-  i)ledj,'e  you  take  ? 
You  are  so  lilllc  ;  do  you  know 
Tlio  promise  you  would  make  ?  " 

5  A  smile  swept  o'er  the  cliiltlish  face; 

Slowly  she  spoke,  and  clwir  : 
"  It  means  to  give  my  heart  to  God, 
And  uever  taste  of  beer." 
C  Rijiht  willingly  we  jmt  the  pen 
WithiTi  the  (■hildi>li  hand  ; 
»•  It'  others  fail,"  we  softly  said, 
"  Katy  will  surely  stand. 
7  "  For  to  the  heart  she  gives  to  Gotl 
Will  come  a  holy  power, 
To  keep  His  little  trusting  child 
Safe  in  temptation's  hour." 

MRU     IICLEN    r-    DROWN.      1882. 

"  Honitug  Linht." 

A    GRAPIi:. 

A   lUnUI.K    KUOM   THE   SWKDISU. 

1  I  have  no  wish  to  drink 

The  sparkling,  glowing  wine, 
When  I  may  tiist«  a  grape, 
]More  fragrant  and  more  Hue. 

2  It  hath  a  pearly  crown, 

Where  reddest  ruby  glows  : 
Its  sweet  aroma  down 
In  rosy  wavelets  flows. 

3  I  drink  with  pure  delight 

This  nectar  sweet  of  mine, 
Always  more  clear  and  bright 
Thau  all  the  rarest  wine. 

4  And,  though  this  grape  is  pressed. 

Almost  each  day  and  hour. 
To  change  its  charming  taste 
No  time  or  clime  hath  power. 

5  Wliat  is  this  lovely  grape 

I  press  so  oft,  so  free. 

That  from  a  i)early  crown 

Its  ruby  gives  to  me  ? 

LYDIA   M.    MII.LARn.      1883. 

New  York  City. 

FOR    WHAT    DO    WE    LIVE? 

What  do  we  live  for  ?     Is  it  to  bo 

The  sport  of  earthly  power  ; 
To  launch  our  bark  on  fortune's  sea. 

And  float,  perhaps,  an  hoar ; 
To  waste  our  time  in  idle  dream.s 

Of  what  may  Ik*  to-morrow; 
To  <;leau  with  care  from  present  scenes 

The  source  of  future  sorrow  ? 
Nay,  we  were  formed  to  search  for  truth 

Throutrh  paths  matle  plain  by  reason  ; 
To  hail  the  light  in  earliest  youth 

Which  shines  in  every  season  ; 


Yea,  we  were  made  to  work  Ixdow, 
The  prize  hereafter  given, 

To  help  dispel  each  wily  foe, 
And  tind  our  home  in  heaven. 


AM.HA   EKVIII. 


IN    ANSWER. 
1  "  Madam,  wc  miss  the  train  at  B- 


15ut  can't  you  make  it,  sir?  "  she  gasited, 
'•  Impossible  ;   it  leaves  at  three. 

And  we  are  due  a  ([iiarter  past." 
"Is  there  no  way  ?     Oh  1   tell  me,  then. 

Are  you  a  Christian  ?  "     "  I  am  not." 
"And  are  there  none  among  the  men 

Who  run  the  train  ?  "     "  No — I  forgot — 
I  think  this  fellow  over  here. 

Oiling  the  engine,  claims  to  be." 
She  threw  u|M)n  the  engineer 

A  fair  face,  whitt;  with  agony. 

2  "Are  you  a  Christian?"     "Yes,  I  am." 

"Then,  O  sir,  wont  you  jiray  witli  me. 
All  the  long  way,  that  (lod  will  stay. 

That  Ood  will  hold  the  train  at  15 ?" 

"'Twill  <lo  no  good,  it's  due  at  three 

And  "  —  "  Yes,  but  Go<l  can  hold  the  train  ; 
INIv  dying  child  is  calling  me. 

And  i  must  see  her  face  again. 
Oh  !  rront  i/ou  jjray  ?  "     "  I  will,"  a  no<l, 

Kinphatie,  as  he  takes  his  place. 
When  Christians  grasp  the  arm  of  {'•<>*] 

They  grasp  the  jKJwer  that  rules  the  ro<l. 

3  Out  from  the  station  swept  the  train. 

On  time,  swept  on  i)ast  wood  and  lea; 
The  engineer,  with  cheeks  aflame. 

Prayed,  "O  Lord,  hold  the  train  at  li ." 

Then  flung  the  throttle  wi<le,  and  like 

Some  giant  monster  of   tin-  plain. 
With  j)anting  sides,  and  mighty  strides, 

Past  hill  and  valley  swej)!  the  train. 

4  A  half,  a  minute,  two  are  gained  ; 

Along  those  burnished  lines  of  steel 
His  glances  leap,  each  nerve  is  straine<l, 

And  still  he  prays  with  fervent  zeal. 
Heart,  hand  and  brain,  with  one  acconl. 

Work  while  his  pray'r  ascends  to  heaven, 
"Just  hold  the  train  eight  minutes,  Ix>rd, 

And  ril  make  up  the  other  seven." 

5  With  rush  and  roar  through  mea<low  lands, 

Pa-t  cottage  homes  and  green  hillsides. 
The  panting  thing  oWya  his  hamls. 

.\n<l  s|M'eds  along  with  giant  striiles. 
Thi-y  say  an  accident  delaye<I 

The  train  a  little  while  ;   but  lb- 
Who  li-teiied  while  His  children  prayed. 

In  an.-wcr,  held  the  train  at  \\— . 

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BIDDY    FLYNNS    REASON    WHY. 

1  "  Iliirrali  for  tlic  Koortli  av  July  !  " 

"  l)ul  will  If,"  tiuitl  tlif  prifst,  "is  tlii'  b'y, 
Wlio  can  spukc  u])  aiul  just  tell  me  wliy 
Yt'Z  all  sliout  for  the  Koorth  of  July  f  " 

2  Savs  HariK'y  O'Uourko,   "  It's  not  nie  ;  " 
"  Mf  naytliiT  !  "  says  Micky  McCjree. 

"  And  it's  not  shpaking  furst  I  would  be." 
But  "  Hurrah  I  all  the  same,"  tliouj^Iit  all  three. 

3  And  so,  up  and  down,  througli  the  class, 
The  priest  with  his  questions  did  pass — 
Till  he  came  to  a  sweet  little  lass, 
With  a  smile  like  the  dew  on  the  grass. 

4  "  Shpake  up,  Biddy  Flynn  I  not  a  b'y 
Remimbers  the  rale  rayson,  wliy 

We  swing  up  the  banners  so  high, 
And  cilibrate  Foorth  av  July." 

5  "'Dado.  Fayther,"  said  Biddy  O'Flynn, 
"It's  because  there's  a  battle  to  win, 


And  Ameriky's  bound  to  begin 
To  drive  out  the  whiskey  and  gin. 

'*  Me  rayson,  it  may  not  be  thrue  ; 
But  me  taycher,  she  said  'it  would  do,' 
When  she  asked  all  us  gurrls  if  we  knew  ; 
And  me  mother  agrade  wid  me  too. 

"The  ould  counthry  owned  us  one  day. 
But  we  licked  !      And  we  drove  thim  away 
With  the  band  Yankee  Doodle  to  play — 
And  the  flags  all  a  fly  in'  so  gay. 

"But  new  masthers  wint  for  us  thin. 
They  licked, — bastely  whiskey  and  gin  ! 
Thrue  fradom  can  niver  begin 
Till  we  bate  'em"  —  says  Biddy  O'Flynn. 

Says  Barney  O'Rourke,  "Thrue  for  you  I  " 
Says  Micky  McGree,  "  Faith,  it's  thrue!  ' 
Says  I,  "  When  it  comes,  I'm  the  b'y 
To  hurrah  for  that  Foorth  of  .July." 

MARV   LOWE  DICKINSON,    1881 


WHAT  A  HAPPY  PEOPLE. 


Words  and  Music  by  PEARL  J.  SPRAGUE. 


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A  BOY'S  HYMN. 

[Rev  Morlais  J <....h  "  wi»l..a  h«  could  write  expnMly  for  bo»i  »no«brT 
Verslo..  »t  lli^rlnll.,  Klliotf.  hynui.  Jiut  «  I  4iu.-|uU  of  Ui«ht  dr<»iii. 
and  hiii>i)y  «utici|>»tluuii.J 

1  "  Just  as  I  am,"  tliine  own  to  be. 
Friend  of  tho  younir,  wlio  lovest  me  ; 
To  c()iis(!crute  tuvself  to  tln'c, 

O  Jisiis  Christ,  I  come. 

2  In  the  <,'hi(l  morning  of  my  day. 
My  life  to  give,  my  vows  to  i)ay, 
With  no  reserve  and  uo  delay. 

With  all  my  heart  I  come. 

3  I  would  live  ever  in  the  light, 

I  would  work  i-ver  for  the  right, 
1  would  serve  Thee  with  all  my  might. 
Therefore  to  Thee  I  come. 

4  "  Just  as  I  am,"  young,  strong,  and  free, 
To  he  the  best  that  I  can  he 

For  truth  and  righteousness  and  Thee, 
Lord  of  my  life,  I  come. 

5  With  many  dreams  of  fame  ami  gold, 
Success  and  joy  to  make  mo  bold ; 
IJiit  dearer  still  n»y  faith  to  hold, 

For  my  whole  life,  I  come. 
G   And  for  Thy  sake  to  win  renown. 
And  then  to  take  my  victor's  crown. 
And  at  'l"hy  feet  to  cast  it  <lown, 

0  Master,  Lord,  I  come. 

MARIA.VNC   rAKNISmiAM. 

In  ••  Loudon  ChriatUn  World." 

ONLY    NOW    AND   THEN. 

1  Tliink  it  no  e.vcusc.  boys. 

Merging  into  men, 
That  \ou  do  a  wrong  act 

Oiilij  now  ami  then. 
Better  to  be  careful 

As  you  go  along. 
If  you  would  be  manly. 

Capable,  and  strong ! 

2  When  you  have  a  habit 

That  is  wrong,  you  know. 
Knock  it  otT  at  once,  lads, 

With  a  sudden  blow. 
Tliink  it  no  excuse,  boys. 

Merging  into  men. 
That  you  do  a  wrong  .ict 

Only  now  and  then  !  ^ 

MRU.   M.    A.   KIDDKK. 

"ONLY    A   GLASS   OF   CIDER." 

It  was  only  a  ghiss  of  cider 

From  the  hands  of  a  fair  young  girl  ; 

How  could  lie  decline  the  kindness  > 

She  woidd  deem  him  a  manni-rleas  churl. 

It  was  only  a  glass  of  cider. 
Hut  it  kindled  anew  the  Hamc 


Which  had  burned  up  hi«  noble  manho<j<l. 

And  left  him  in  grief  and  hhame. 
He  had  broken  away  from  ihe  t<ni|)l<r; 

He  stood  on  the  rix-k  again  ; 
No  longer  the  penniless  drunkanl, 

lie  stood  a  man  among  men, 
When  only  a  glass  of  cider 

Tiirew  open  the  gates  again 
To  a  pathway  of  pain  ami  sorrow, — 

To  a  death  of  hopeless  pain. 

MIUI.    K.   J.    lOCIIMnND 

"Our  l.'uluii.''  1881. 


ASK    ME    NOT   TO    DRINK. 

1  Oh  1    ask  mo  not  to  sip  the  wine. 

The  sparkling,  ruby  wine. 
For  though  within  the  goblet  bright 

It  harrnh'-ssly  may  shine, 
A  horri<l  si)ell,  a  faUil  charm 

rn.seen  is  lurking  there. 
Which,  if  they  onco  but  t<juch  the  houl, 

Will  lure  it  to  despair. 

Ciiouus— Oh  !   a.sk  me  not.  Oh  1  tempt  nic  not 
To  sip  the  sparkling  wine, 
For,  left  within  the  goblet  bright. 
It  harmlessly  may  shine. 

2  Oh !  t<mpt  me  not  to  taste  the  wine, 

Tiie  sparkling,  ruby  wine, 
For  though  within  the  goblet  bright 

It  harmlessly  may  shine. 
In  every  drop  a  serix-nt  lurks. 

To  sting  the  trusting  heart. 
And  lure  it  from  all  lovely  thiDgs 

Forevermore  to  part. 

3  Oh  1  urge  me  not  to  drink  the  wine. 

The  sparkling,  ruby  wine. 
For  though  within  the  goblet  bright 

It  harndessly  may  shine. 
It  hohls  a  flame  to  wrap  the  life 

In  more  than  midnight  gloom, 
And  set  u|)Oii  the  precious  .soul 

The  seal  of  hopeless  dooiu. 

4  I  dare  not,  will  not,  sip  the  wine. 

The  s|)arkliiig.  ruby  wine. 
For  though  within  the  goblet  bright 

It  harmlessly  may  shine. 
If  I  should  sip'  the  treach'rou.s  draught, 

A  brother  or  a  friend 
Might  In-  lherei»y  in<luci-<l  to  dn«tk. 

And  ruin  Ik;  the  end. 

AHOIB  WV 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


WATCH    THE  •BOYS. 

1  Tlit'v  laid  him  down  with  happy  smiles 

111  his  tiny,  curtained  bed  ; 
They  gently  smoothed  the  pillow  fair 

Wiiere  reposed  his  little  head. 
And  loving  words  from  every  one 
Gave  greeting  of  joy  to  the  first-born  son. 

2  They  watched  around  him  day  by  day, 

Till  the  little  limbs  grew  strong ; 
They  taught  in  simple,  cliildlike  words 

Of  the  ways  of  right  and  wrong. 
And  loving  hearts  kept  record  sure 
Of  each  baby  action  so  sweet  and  jjure. 

3  They  laid  him  down,  with  faces  grave, 

In  his  coflin,  cold  and  dread  ; 
No  loving  hand  to  spread  the  pall 

O'er  the  strangely  silent  dead  ; 
No  word  of  hope,  —  in  speechless  awe 
They  gazed  ou  the  face  they  should  see  no  more. 

4  Far,  far  from  home,  in  foreign  soil, 

He  was  hid  from  mortal  eye ; 
No  record  of  his  life  on  earth, 

But  'tis  written  up  on  high, — 
The  story  of  a  drunkard's  shame, 
His  wasted  life  and  his  blighted  fame. 

MAiilEtTA  A.  CASS  ELL,  1879. 


WHAT    WE    NEED. 
To  be  spoken  before  a  collection  is  taken. 

1  To  carry  on  the  temperance  cause 

And  do  the  work  we  plan. 
Will  take  much  time  and  labor  hard 

If  we  do  all  we  can. 
There  are  so  many  things  we  need 

To  bring  about  success. 
Suppose  I  tell  you  what  they  are, 

For  you  might  never  guess. 

2  We  need  stout  hearts  and  willing  hands 

To  do  the  Master's  work  ; 
Hearts  that  are  filled  with  Christian  love, 

And  hands  that  never  shirk  ; 
A  kindly  feeling  towards  the  poor 

Degraded  slaves  of  drink  ; 
Strong  purposes  to  save  them  all 

From  ruin's  fearful  brink. 

3  There  is  another  thing  we  need, 

And  cannot  do  without, 
And  with  it  triumph  sure  will  come, 

I  have  no  fear  or  doubt. 
"The  root  of  evil,"  some  folks  say. 

When  it  is  sore  abused, 
I  think  it  can  do  so  much  good, 

If  it  is  rightly  used. 


4  Of  course  you  know  now  what  it  is 

I'm  going  to  ask  of  you  ; 
To  htdp  us  in  our  noble  work. 

To  aiti  our  cause  so  true. 
'T  is  mo7iey,  that  you've  surely  guessed, 

Now,  kind  friends,  one  and  all. 
Just  look  into  your  pocket-books 

For  sums  both  great  and  small. 

5  Then  cheerfully  please  give  to  us 

From  out  your  treasured  store  ; 
We'll  use  it  in  the  wisest  way. 

And  thank  you  o'er  and  o'er. 
I  know  the  mite  you'll  never  miss. 

That  helps  God's  cause  along. 
That  comfort  brings  to  needy  ones. 

And  makes  the  weak  man  strong. 

IDA  M.   BUXTON.     1882, 


THE    BOY    WHO    SAVED.  HIS   COUNTRY. 


A  TRUE   STORY   FOR  BOYS    AXD   GIRLS. 

1  The  land  in  Holland  is  flat  and  low 

And  soon  the  sea  would  dash  it  away. 
Had  not  the  Dutch  outwitted  their  foe 
And  built  broad  dikco  to  keep  it  at  bay. 

2  But  the  sea  forevermoro  doth  roll, 

Roll  and  dash,  and  beat  hard  'gainst  the  wall. 
And  if  it  could  find  the  smallest  hole. 
The  country  would  not  be  safe  at  all. 

3  For  the  smallest  hole  might  soon  increase 

And  let  in  the  water  more  and  more, 
And  tlie  work  of  ruin  would  not  cease 
Till  Holland  became  old  ocean's  floor. 

4  A  boy,  returning  from  school  one  day. 

Discovered  tiu;  water  trickling  throush 
A  hole  in  the  dike  : — In  sore  dismay 

He  wondered  what  in  the  world  he'd  do ! 

5  He  screamed  for  help!     Not  a  soul  came  near! 

How  could  a  boy  the  great  sea  control  ? 
He  sank  on  the  ground  in  anxious  fear 
And  stuffed  one  small  hand  into  the  hole. 

6  And  he  dared  not  leave  to  go  for  aid  ; 

So  there  all  night  on  the  cold,  damp  ground. 
In  the  dark  he  lay — brave  though  afraid  : 
And  there  in  the  morning  he  was  found. 

7  Some  workman  passing  at  break  of  daj', 

Heard  his  loud  sobs  and  piteous  dole 
As  he  wept  the  weary  night  away. 

Keeping  his  hand  thrust  tight  in  the  hole. 

8  So  his  one  small  hand  kept  out  the  sea 

Till  strong  ones  came  to  mend  up  the  banks; 
And  evermore  a  hero  was  he — 

A  hero  to  whom  all  Holland  gave  thanks. 
*  *  *  *  *      " 


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9  In  our  own  dear  land  we've  a  f^roatf-r  foe 
Than  Wv.n  Holland  hud  in  the  uiij^hty  sea, 
And  it  threatens  to  bring  to  endless  woe 

And  enthrall  for  aye  "  the  land  of  the  free." 

10  For  it  first  enslaves,  and  then  it  despoils 

Of  houses  and  lands,  pride,  honor  and  will : 
Both  body  and  soul  are  lost  in  the  toils 
Of  this  cruel,  crafty  "  worm  of  the  still." 

11  Kin;;  Alcohol  is  this  foe  so  dire. 

And  the  floods  he  loosens  upon  the  land 
Both  drown  like  water  and  burn  like  tire ; 
They  poison  the  brain,  and  palsy  the  hand. 

12  But  our  Bands  of  Hope  we'll  train  for  the  fight, 

And  we'll  drive  out  this  foe  from  our  dear  land. 
We'll  work  with   our   wills,  we'll    work    with   our 
might, 
XTo  help  keep  him  out,  we'll  each  give  a  hand  ! 

ELIZABKTIl    L.    T.\TIM. 

Gleiiclg,  Md. 

JEM    AND    VELVET. 

1  Poor  little  Jem  !  and  yet  not  poor, 

With  one  rich  tri'asure  close  beside  him  ; 
For  .Jem  in  Velvet  had  a  friend. 

Though  fortune  many  gifts  denied  him. 

2  And  though  the  breakfast  fare  be  slim. 

And  dinner  prove  a  morsel  meagre, 
Still  Jem  a  precious  bit  will  save 

For  Velvet's  plea  so  keen  and  eager. 

3  Come,  Velvet ;  though  the  world  is  dark, 

^Vnd  all  about  us  grows  so  dreary, 
I'll  take  a  lesson  from  your  love. 
In  acts  of  kindness  not  to  weary. 

4  If  but  a  half-lillcd  cup  you  find. 

You  never  lose  your  |)layful  cunning  ; 
No  snarling  looks,  though  hunger  bite. 
From  eyes  with  mischief  overrunning. 

5  Poor  .lem  I   like  Velvet  he  is  doomed 

To  tind  full  oft  a  scanty  larder  ; 
And  he  has  many  things  to  bear. 

To  him  than  hunger-pangs  far  harder. 

6  It  is  not  long  since  one  sweet  face. 

Where  love  for  him  was  always  beaming, 
Grew  paler  than  its  wonted  white — 

Grew  stiller  than  when  hushed  in  dreaming! 

7  And  when  they  bore  from  out  his  home 

i'lie  one  he  loved  above  all  other. 
The  world  grew  dark  indeed  to  .Jem — 
.1  dnoikanrs  son — icitliout  a  mother  I 
K   When  harsh  worils  fell  upon  his  ear. 

If  but  a  mother's  smile  could  reach  him  ! 
Wiieu  rude  blows  crimsoned  his  brown  cheek, 
Could  but  a  mother's  patience  teach  him  I 
1»  The  (piiet  of  his  own  bare  niom. 

With  \'elvet  purring  close  beside  him. 
What  wonder  if   he  learned   to  prize 

That  love  that  all  the  world  denie<l  him. 


10  O  ye  whose  walks  in  lif('  are  fair. 

And  blooming  all  the  way  with  roses. 
Search  out  the  secrets  (if  dark  homes. 
Where  rum  its  hidden  sting  discloses  ! 

11  And  if  but  vain  you  deem  the  task, 

To  break  the  (Irunkard's  chains  in  sunder — 
In  vain  the  vender's  ear  to  n-ach — 

Dtad  to  soft  tones,  or  tones  of  thunder — 

12  There  yet  remains  within  your  j)ower 

Th(!  words  of  friendlin«'ss  to  oder  ; 
On  aching,  orphaned  hearts  bestow 
An  open  hand,  with  generous  proffer. 

13  Take  a  few  roses  from  your  path, 

Along  his  cheerless  way  to  scatter  ; 
Your  own  will  all  the  brighter  bloom. 
And  weary  feet  more  lightly  patter. 

14  To-dav  seek  .Jem,  in  his  hart-  room. 

With  only  Puss  to  share  his  sorrow  ; 
Fill  both  his  hands,  and  Velvet's  cup. 
And  look  ayain  on  them  to-morrow. 

Mlt»  JULIA,  r.   BALLARD.     188L 


Sirs.  3b:i  |).  W^h 


One  of  the  most  iudcfatiguble  temperance  worker*,  in  a  lawyCT,  wmofi- 
ateil  witli  tier  liunliaiiil  in  a  Bucccsgful  rractice  at  Effinijliaiu.  lU.  She  l» 
at  the  licad  of  tlie  Oennanworlt.  iu  Illiuois,  and  IxMUg  herself  of  Gt-rman 
extraction,  is  tirelcM  in  her  efforts  to  educate  her  people  up  to  a  highiT 
plane  of  thinking  and  living,  oh  reganls  the  grrat  tcmiMjrunce  inuea  of 
the  d,iy.  In  firing  a  description  of  the  coatumcn  of  the  children  who 
■auR  the  f"llowing  ode  on  the  Fourth  of  July,  «lie  says  :  — 

"The  boys  wore  white  and  blue  suita,  with  hrr«d  blue  badge*,  on 
wliicn  Temperance'  waa  printed,  and  they  drew  a  small  cannon  after 
them.  The  girls  were  dresned  in  white,  with  blue  budge*,  ••acb  child 
carrying  a  fl.ig.  While  the  rhoros  was  being  sung,  the  flag*  werv  wared 
by  all.  Large  white  haimera,  decorated  with  ercrgreen  and  scarlet  Bnw- 
em,  with  Hue  streamers  attached,  and  bearing  such  mottoe*  as  "The 
Cold  Water  Army.'  The  Future  Voten,'  'Death  to  King  Alcohol.' 
Tremble.  King  Alcohol,  we  shall  grow  up,'  were  carried  aloft  by  some 
of  the  oltler  boys,  making  a  rcry  spirited  and  inspiring  dispUy." 

Tills  explanatioD  may  aid  aomc  other  Cold  Water  Array  tii  a  Fourth  of 
July  celebration. 


OUE    FOR   THE    FOURTH    OF   JULY. 

Tuuc-"HoW  tkt  Fort.' 

1  Ilail  Columbia,  Home  of  Freedom, 

Strong  on  land  and  sea. 
We.  thy  children,  gladly  greet  thee, 
Mightier  to  be. 
(^'ii,,i{(  s — Wave  your  Hags,  the  time  is  coming 
When  our  land  .shall  be 
Free  from  vice,  the  Hydra-monster, 
Temperance,  through  thee. 

2  Hail  fair  natal  day  of  freedom 

That  our  fathers  won  : 
Base  oppressiiui  flee.s  l>efore  thee, 
Liberty's  bright  sun. 


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3  East  ami  West  the  guns  are  booming, 

Norlli  and  Soutli  as  oik.', 
Mtfi  as  hrotlicrs,  gict.-t  as  brothers, 
Whate'er  their  native  sun. 

4  We,  tliy  cliildren,  singing  greet  thee, 

Promising  to  be 
Faitiifiil  soldiers  in  thy  armies. 
Truth  and  Liberty. 

ADA  H.   KEPLET. 

Eflliigliam,  111.,  1883. 

THE    COLD    WATER   ARMY. 

A  word  to  the  little  children. 

The  children  good  and  true  : 
Come  join  the  temperance  army. 

And  tight  the  battle  througli. 
Here's  wint;  and  beer  and  cider. 

Fair  little  snakes  that  creep 
Around  our  dear  hearthstones 

And  fatten  while  we  sleep. 
Boys,  set  your  heel  upon  them, 

Don't  toy  with  them,  I  pray, 
For  they'll  sting  you  while  you  pet  them, 

While  they  seem  in  sportive  play. 
Here's  the  dirty  page,  Tobacco, 

Who  waits  on  the  rura-king, 
And  to  his  treacherous  clutches 

Does  many  a  victim  bring. 
Don't  take  a  filthy  meerschaum 

Or  odorous  cigar 
Into  your  rosy  lips,  boys  ; 

'T  were  better,  sirs,  by  far 
To  lose  your  tops  and  marbles. 

Your  skates  and  treasures  fine, 
Than  to  los(!  your  hopes  of  manhood 

In  tobacco  or  in  wine. 
A  true  and  noble  boyhood 

Will  make  a  manhood  line  ; 
Then  shun  the  treacherous  cider, 

Tobacco,  ale,  and  wine. 
And  join  you  all  together 

In  a  legion  good  and  true. 
To  ti.uht  lor  truth  and  temperance 

Till  you  see  the  battle  through. 

MR».    F..  J.   RICHMOND. 
■•  Band  of  Hope  Review,"  1884. 

THE    BREWER'S    DOG. 

1  The  brewer's  dog  is  abroad,  boys, 

Be  careful  where  you  stray ; 
His  teeth  are  coated  with  poison, 

And  he's  on  the  watch  for  prey. 
The  brewery  is  his  kennel. 

But  he  lurks  on  every  hand, 
And  he  seeks  for  easier  victims,  — 

The  children  of  the  land. 

2  Ilis  eves  gleam  through  the  windows 

Of  th(^  gay  saloon  at  night. 
And  in  many  a  grocer's  window 
lie  crouches  full  in  sight. 


Be  careful  where  you  enter. 

And  if  you  smell  his  breatii. 
Flee  as  you  would  from  a  viper, 

For  his  fumes  are  the  fumes  of  death. 

3  O  boys !   would  you  kill  the  bloodhound  ? 

Would  you  slay  the  snarUug  whelp? 
I  know  that  you  can  do  it 

If  everyone  will  help. 
You  must  make  a  solemn  promise 

To  drink  no  ale  or  beer, 
And  soon  the  feeble  death-wail 

Of  the  brewers  dog  we'll  hear. 

4  For,  if  all  keep  the  promise, 

You    CAN    STARVE    III.M    OUT,    I    KNOW, 

But  if  boys  and  men  keep  drinking 
The  dog  will  thrive  and  grow. 

ELLA    WHEELBli,    1883. 


POOR    LITTLE    BLOSSOM. 

1  "  Oh  !  dear !   I's  so  tired  and  lonesome ; 

I  wonder  why  mamma  don't  come  ? 
S'e  told  me  to  s'ut  up  my  b'ue  eyes, 
And  'fore  I  waked  up  s'ed  be  home. 

2  "  S'e  .said  s'e  was  going  to  see  g'andma ; 

S'e  lives  by  the  river  so  bright ; 
I  'spect  that  my  mamma's  fallen  in  there. 
And  p'r'aps  s'e  won't  tum  home  to-night. 

3  "  I  dess  I'se  af'aid  to  stay  up  here, 

Wivout  any  fire  or  light ; 
But  Dod's  lighted  the  lamps  up  in  heaven ; 
I  see  'em  all  twinklinjj  and  brijiht. 

4  "  I  dess  I'll  go  down  and  meet  papa ; 

I  know  he  has  stopped  at  the  store  ; 

It's  a  great  pretty  store,  full  of  bottles, — 

Wish  he  wouldn't  go  there  no  more  ! 

5  "  Sometimes  he's  so  sick  when  he  comes  home. 

He  stumbles  and  falls  up  the  stair ; 
And  once,  when  he  comed  in  the  parlor. 
He  kicked  at  my  poor  little  chair. 

6  "  And  mamma  was  all  pale  and  frightened. 

And  hugged  me  close  up  to  her  breast, 
And  called  me  her  poor  little  Blossom, 
And, — des  I  forgetted  the  rest. 

7  "  But  I  'member  he  striked  at  poor  mamma. 

His  face  was  so  red  and  so  wild. 
And  I  'member  he  striked  at  poor  mamma. 
And  hurted  his  poor  little  child. 

8  "  But  I  loves  him,  and  dess  I  go  find  him  ; 

Perhaps  he'll  come  home  with  me  soon, 
And  then  it  won't  be  dark  and  lonesome 
Waiting  for  mamma  to  come." 

9  Out  into  the  night  went  the  baby, — 

The  dear  little  Blossom  so  fair, 
With  eyes  that  were  blue  as  the  clear  sky, 
With  halo  of  golden-brown  hair. 


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10  Out  into  the  \\\'^\\i  went  the  hahy, 

IIiT  littli;  hturt  Ixutihii  witli  fiii:ht. 
Till  lur  tiri'd  ft-i-l  rca'lu'il  a  j;in  palace, 
All  hi'illiant  with  inuaic  ami  li;^ht. 

11  The  little  hanil  pushed  the  door  open 

(Though  her  touch  was  as  lij^ht  as  a  breath), 
Ami  the  little  feet  entered  the  portal 
That  leads  but  to  ruin  and  death. 

12  Away  down  the  long  floor  she  pattered, 

The  pretty  blue  eyes  opened  wide, 
Till  she  spied  in  a  corner  her  papa. 
And  the  tiny  feet  paused  at  his  side. 

13  "  O  papa  I  "  she  crie«l,  as  she  reached  him. 

Ami  lier  vi)ice  rippled  out  swi-et  and  clear, 
"  1  thouiiht  if  I  coined  I  should  find  you, 
And  now  I'm  so  glad  1  is  here. 

14  "The  lij^hts  are  so  pretty,  dear  papa. 

And  I  link  that  the  music's  so  sweet. 
But  I  diss  it's  most  sup|>er  time,  papa. 
For  Blossom  wants  someting  to  eat." 

15  A  moment  the  bleared  eyes  gazed  wildly 

Down  into  the  face  sweet  an«l  fair. 

Ami  ilie.i  as  the  demon  possesst-d  him, 

lie  j;ras|Hxl  at  the  back  of  a  chair. 

16  A  moment.  —  a  second.  —  'twas  over. 

The  work  of  the  fiend  was  complete ; 
Antl  the  poor  little  innocent  Blossom 
Lay,  broken  and  crushed,  at  his  feet. 

17  Then  swift  as  the  light  came  his  reason. 

And  showed  him  the  deetl  lie  had  done, 
With  a  groan  that  a  ilemon  might  pity, 
lie  knelt  by  the  quivering  form. 

18  lie  pressed  the  pale  lips  to  his  'wsom, 

He  lifted  till'  fair  golden  head  ; 
A  moment  the  baby  lips  trtMubled, 
Then  poor  little  Blossom  w:is  ilead. 

19  Then  the  law,  in  its  majesty,  seizetl  him 

And  exacted  just  jH?nalty,  death  ; 
For  only  a  fiend  or  a  madman 

Would  deprive  such  a  baby   of  breath. 

20  But  the  man  who  had  sold  him  the  poinon 

That  made  him  a  demon  of  hell. 
Why,  —  he  must  not  In;  less  respected, 
Because  be  is  licenced  to  sell. 

21  lie  niay  mb  men  of  friemis  and  of  money, 

Send  them  down  to  perdition  and  woe, 
But  so  long  as  he  jxit/.t  for  his  license, 
Ihe  law  must  protect  him,  yon  know. 

22  G»mI  pity  men,  women  and  children, 

Who  are  crushed  by  the  .luggernanf,  "Jiion." 
May  press,  pidpit  and  platform  united 
Fight  strong  till  deliverance  come. 

MlUt.    r.   II     HIDWKLL. 
"OoodTliiMA'ini 


"FROW    IT    DOWN.' 

1  A  "Band  of  llopr"  leaeiier  has  (old  im-,  di'ar  cliiidn-n, 

A  swei't  little  story,  so  full  of  good  cheer 
That  I  cannot  refrain  from  just  tilling  it  over, 
To  help  you  to  fight  ilown  old  whisky  and  beer. 

2  She  went  to  the  ilear  kindergarten  one  morning. 

And  a  cute  littK;  fellow  caught  hold  of  her  hand  , 
"I  am  one  of  your  temperance  scholars,"  In?  murmured, 
"  I's  signed  to  the  ple<lge  and  belcjug  to  the  Band.'* 
8  "  You've  signed  to  the  pledge,"  said  the  leaclier,  liulf 
smiling, 
"  And  what  does  it  mean  to  bo  signed  there,  my 
•lear  f  " 
"Oh  !  it  nu'ans  I'm  to  drow  up  and  vole  prolidiition. 
And  nev«r  touch  whisky  nor  'bacco  nor  beer. 

4  "  You  folil  us  that  beer  makes  the  start  for  a  drunkard. 

And  my  manima  had  some, on  just  t'other  day   ' 
The  dear  little  features  grew  sadly  o'erclonded, 
•'  And  tell  me,"  said  teacher,  "  then   what  did  you 
say  ?  " 

5  "  I  8.11(1,"  lisped  the  sweet    little    lips,  "  Don't   you 

touch  it !  " 
His  white  rounded  forehead  grew   stern    with  a 
frown. 
And  his  voice  grew  as  deep  as  childhood  could  make  if, 
"  I  said,    '  Frow    it  down,  mamma  dear,   frow  it 
down  :  • " 

6  "  .Vnd  somehow  this  incident  cheered  me  and  thrille<l 

me," 
SaitI  the  Band  of  Hope  teacher,  "  for  Oh  !  don't  you 

see. 
The  Band  of  Hope  children  are  going  to  save  us, 
And  win  in  the  future  a  grand  victory." 

7  The  sweet  little  voices  now  influence  mothers, 

Anil  fathers  will  cpiail  at  the  sight  of  the  frown. 
And  won't  the  curse  cesLse  and  saloons  totter  over 
When  our  grand  coming  army  shall  shout"  Throw 
them  down?  " 

WAKtllt  •OLroM.     ISBt. 


FOR    DECORATION    DAY. 

FOR  OOD. 

1  She  had  pulled  her  white  carnations 

And  pansies  and  roses  bright. 
All  dripping  with  dewy  tear^lrops 
And  gleaming  in  the  light. 

2  Thi-n  the  bleeding  heart  and  the  lily. 

.She  wreathed  in  the  chaplet,  anil  thought 
Of  the  hearts  of  our  honori-<l  soldiers  ; 
Of  the  costly  |)eace  they  bought. 

3  She  thought  of  the  hands  so  valiant 

Close  foldefl  upon  each  breast : 

Of  the  ramp's  lone  Sablmth  stillness 

And  the  tent's  long  day  of  resU 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  BONO. 


4  Tlic  crystal  i^atos  of  tho  niorniiiu 

Ikokc  widt!  o'er  a  world  of  bloom ; 
Aud  she  stood  in  a  iiiomcnt's  vision, 
Of  that  rapturous  heavenly  home. 

5  Then  in  awe  and  delight  lier  spirit 

Pressed  on,  in  the  stillness  of  love  ; 
As  she  whispered,  "  This  day  is  God's  dav, 
These  momentjj  drop  down  from  above." 

AND    IIOMK. 

1  Then  she  o])(mu'<1  her  son!  as  a  garden, 

That  till'  sunlight  and  beauty  and  bloom, 
Might  waken  the  hearts  of  her  loved  ones; 
His  spirit  pervade  and  perfume. 

2  Then  the  rosy  lips  of  childhood, 

And  the  lilies  pure  of  love, 
Bloomed  in  her  earthly  Kden, 
With  a  fragrance  born  above. 

3  No  flowers  so  full  of  meaning 

On  that  Decoration  morn. 
As  the  white  thoughts  of  God's  glory, 
In  the  souls  of  her  children  born. 

4  His  angel  with  golden  trumpet. 

Seemed  treading  on  buoyant  air: 
She  wiiispered,  '•  This  home  is  God's  home, 
''This,  a  hallowed  house  of  prayer. 

AND    NATIVK    I, AM). 

1  Then  the  freshly  clustering  garlands. 

And  the  fluttering  flag  on  the  breeze, 
And  the  measured  march  of  veterans 
Brought  other  thought  than  these : 

2  She  prayed  as  the  people  marshalled 

At  the  stirring  beat  of  the  drums, 
For  her  Native  Land  beloved, 

With  its  thousand,  thousand  homes. 
8  Though  a  shadow  swept  their  thresholds, 
Aud  a  moment  of  trembling  fear, 
She  whispered,  "  This  land  is  God  s  land, 
Aud  His  arm  of  might  is  near." 
4  Then  she  gave  her  pure  flowers,  praying 
All  lands  His  mercy  may  share, 
Till  the  white  badge  of  "  Our  Union," 
The  nations  in  triumph  shall  wear. 

MARTHA   WIXTERMUTE. 

Newark,  O.,  May,  1884. 
lu  "  Union  Signal." 

THE  DRUNKARD'S  WIFE  AND  DAUGHTER. 

For  Reciiation,  or  can  be  sung  to  "Memories  of  Karth,"  Gospul  Hymus. 

1  Oh  !  I  hear  them  singing,  mother, 

Of  a  day  they  say  will  come, 
When  through  all  the  land  about  us 

Will  be  no  drunkard's  home  ! 
When  tiie  dark  door  of  temptation 

Will  not  be  open  wide. 
Nor  the  screen  set,  where  the  guilty 

May  seek  its  shade  and  hide. 
Is  it  coming,  dearest  mother  ? 

Is  it  coming,  do  you  think, 
Wlitiii  man  will  be  too  noble 

To  ensnare  a  man  to  drink  ? 


2  Is  it  coming,  dearest  mother, 

That  blest  morn,  when  all  the  land 
Shall  be  redeemed  from  sorrow, 

And  a  jjroud  temperance  band 
Shall  wave  their  snowy  banners. 

And  lift  their  signal  high, 
Appealing  for  approval 

To  God's  ail-searching  eye  ? 
Is  it  coming,  dearest  mother. 

Or  is  the  thought  too  grand? 
And  must  this  evil  ever 

Enslave  our  native  land  ? 

3  It  is  coming,  dearest  daughter  ; 

The  Lord  will  hear  the  prayer 
That  floats  to  heaven  each  morning. 

And  on  the  evening  air  ; 
From  hearts  all  sad  and  mournful, 

AVhose  light  of  life  is  fled, 
Wlio.se  earthly  hopes,  once  radiant, 

Lie  fainting,  ))ale  and  dead. 
He  hears  their  tender  pleading. 

And  He  will  not  forget ; 
Their  day,  so  dark  with  sorrow, 

Shall  end  in  brightness  yet. 

4  Within  my  memory  lingers 

A  morning  fair  and  bright. 
When  I  left  my  father's  (Iwelling 

To  follow  love's  clear  light. 
But  the  hand  I  thought  would  lead  me 

My  heart- strings  clove  in  twain  ; 
The  young  hopes,  brightly  blooming, 

Droop  low  in  sorrow's  train. 
But  for  you,  my  darling  daughter, 

]\Iay  a  brighter  morning  (lawn  : 
And  the  bells  of  peace  ring  in  the  day 

When  these  sad  years  are  gone  ! 

JRHILY  PeT.SA.M   WtLLIAMS. 
August  10,  1882. 


A    SONG    OF   THANKSGIVING. 

Tunc— "Home,  Sweet  Boiuf." 

1  Our  Father,  we  thank  Thee  for  Th)'  tender  care, 
For  loving  to  hear  our  young  voices  in  prayer. 
For  all  the  sweet  comforts  with  which  we  are  blest, 
For  our  tem.perance  home,  which  is  dearest  and  best. 

CuOKLS — Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ; 

We  thank  Thee,  dear  Father,  for  our  temp'rance 
home. 

2  We  thank  Thee  for  teachers  of  wisdom  and  truth. 
Who  warn  us  to  .shun  the  tem])tations  of  youth  ; 
For  loving  companions,  who  lead  not  astray, 

But  lighten  our  hearth  with  affection's  ])ure  ray. 

3  And  when,  like  a  vision,  our  childhood  has  flown, 
And  we  must  encounter  life's  trials  alone, 

Oh  !  then  may  our  pathway,  wherever  we  roam. 
Shine  forth  from  the  light  of  a  dear  temp'rance  home. 

MliiH  ELLA  M'AfFE&TY,  1682. 


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COLD  WATER  ARMY   SONG. 


EMMA  R  ORKNDOBFF. 


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WELCOME. 


PAKNY  CROSBY. 

Slow. 


To   HE   8UX0    AT  TIIK    JlECKl'TJON    OF  NEW    SCHOLARS. 


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TEMPERANCE.    BA  ND  OF  HOPE. 


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WHEN    WE    ARE    OLD    ENOUGH    TO    VOTE. 

Tune  -"  Yank/r  l)o»dlr." 

1  When  we  are  old  eiiouj,'h  to  vote, 

We'll  make  :i  ureal  eoni motion  ; 
We'll  sweep  the  land  of  whiskey  clean, 
From  ocean  unto  ocean. 
CuoiiLS— "()1<1  Alcohol"  will  have  to  fall 
From  his  exalted  station  ; 
We'll  smite  him  ri-,'ht,  we'll  smite  him  left, 
And  drive  him  from  the  nntiou. 

2  In  Alcohol's  oltl  castle  strong'. 

In  chains  his  slaves  are  wailing ; 
We'll  enter  in  and  set  them  free. 
By  scores  his  stronj^hold  scaling. 

3  Some  day  the  world  will  bless  the  men 

Who  now  are  oidy  boys,  sir, 
For  we  are  learning  lessons  true 
With  all  our  fun  and  noise,  sir. 

4  Oh  1   right  is  right,  and  wrong  is  wrong; 

We  know  the  way  tliat's  best,  sir ; 
We'll  choose  the  right  and  tight  the  wrong, 
And  leave  with  Go<l  the  rest,  sir. 

5  So,  when  we're  oM  enough  to  vote, 

There'll  be  a  mighty  rattle 
Of  falling  forts  and  castles  gray, 
For  Right  will  win  the  battle. 
6  We  will  not  fear  to  speak  the  words 
That  (J(k1  would  have  us  speak,  sir; 
With  Him  lor  our  rii,dit  hand,  you  kno% 
We  never  can  be  weak.  sir. 

MAi-rii  pc.»iu»oN  HMiiu,  18*1. 


RESOLVES. 
Tune— "irfW." 

1  O  l)oy8  !  the  New  Year's  coming. 

The  time  when  folks  bt'gin 
To  make  a  cleaner  record 

\\\  leaving  otT  each  sin. 
We'd  better  all  get  ready. 

And  make  a  brand-new  start 
To  drive  out  every  «"rror 

And  blemish  from  each  heart. 

2  Let's  save  our  spendinjx-money 

For  luKiks  and  useful  things. 
Not  waste  it  in  such  fooli.-h  trash 

As  balls,  and  toys,  and  rings. 
Economy  is  learned  in  youth  ; 

The  thouixlifs  we  have  to-d.iy 
Take  root  and  stren<;then  with  our  strength, 

And  follow  all  the  ^yay. 

3  No  one  of  ns,  I'm  veri-  sure. 

Would  touili  a  drop  of  drink. 

Not  one  would  touch  a  cijjaretfe — 

We're  all  right  there.  I  think. 


But  we  will  strengthen  others, 

And  lead  them  in  the  rigiit ; 
And  now  clasp  hands,  my  Ixiys.  u|M)n 

Resolves  we've  made  to-nij;ht. 

ELLA  WUKKLES.     IMS. 


GOD  BLESS  OUR  TEMPERANCE  BAND. 

UM  'tvau»-"Amrriea,"  [Qi.     "  llallam  Hgrnm.' 

1  (1(mI  bless  our  temp'rancc  band  ! 
Firm  may  we  ever  stand 

For  truth  an<l  right  ; 
Help  us  to  work  and  pray  ; 
Teach  us  in  wisdom's  way, 
Our  nation's  curse  to  stay 

By  Thine  own  light, 

2  Help  us  the  chains  to  break 
Tiiat  greed  and  av'rice  mako 

By  licensid  laws  ; 
Htlp  Uh.  that  we  may  be 
Champions  of  liln-rty  ; 
Help  set  the  l)<)ndman  free 

Thro'  our  dear  cause. 

Mma-  i.  A.  OOSBUKT, 


TOUCH    IT   NEVER 

1  Children,  do  you  see  the  wine 
In  the  crystal  goblet  shine  ? 
Be  not  tempted  by  its  charm  ; 
It  will  surely  lead  to  harm. 

Childr<Mi,  hate  it  I 
Touch  it  never  I 
Fight  it  ever  ! 

2  Do  you  know  what  causeth  woe 

Bitter  as  the  heart  can  know  ? 
*Tis  that  self-same  ruby  wine 
Whieh  wonlfl  tempt  that  soul  of  thine. 
ChildriMi.  hate  it  ! 

Toii'-li  it  nev<rl 

F.-ht  i   eer  ! 

8  Never  let  it  p.a.«9  your  lips  : 
Never  even  let  the  tips 
Of  your  fingers  touch  the  bowl  ; 
Hate  it  from  vour  inmost  soul. 
Truly  hate  it  ! 
Touch  it  never  i 
Fight  it  ever  ! 

4  Fight  it  I     With  Clo<r»  help  stand  fa«t 
I/ong  :is  life  or  breath  shall  la<*t. 
Heart  meet  heart,  ami  hand  jobi  hand- 
Hurl  the  demon  fri>m  our  lan<i. 
Oh  I  then,  hate  it  I 
Toueh  it  never  ! 
Fight  it  ever ! 

■cirim  a.  absolp     Utt. 


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WOAfAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


CHILDREN'S  HOME  PROTECTION  SONG. 

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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


A  TRUE   STORY   OF    HOW    A    LITTLE    GIRL 
EMPTIED    THE    JUG. 

1  In  one  of  the  homes  on  a  h'ttle  back  street 
A  fathiT  and  mother  were  sittin<i  at  meat, 
There  was  bread  and  potatoes  and  plenty  to  eat, 
But  ahis  !   into  glasses  all  crystal  and  clear, 

They  poured  from  a  pitcher  the  brown,  foaming  beer. 

2  Then  in  came  a  dear  little  girl.     In  her  hand 
She  carried  a  card  from  her  temperance  band  ; 

But   her    sweet   face    was   troubled.      "  O   papia,    my 

dear, 
Please  don't  ever  send  me  for  any  more  beer, 
It's  awful  bad  stuff  and  t'will  hurt  you,  I  fear. 

3  "I  have  promised  this  day  not  to  touch  it  again, 
It  has  caused  so  nmch  sinning  and  sorrow  and  pain, 
That  I  just  hate  the  sight  of  it.     Please,  ])apa,  dear, 
Don't  ask  me  to  go  any  more  for  your  beer. 

And  I  wish  you  would  sign  the  pledge  with  me  here." 

4  The  father  and  mother  laughed  loud  at  their  pet, 
And  told  lier  she'd  turn  out  a  lecturer  yet ; 

But  the  next  time  they  wanted  some  beer  they  just 

said, 
"  Please  go  to  the  corner  for  vinegar  red. 
And  give  this  small  note  to  the  clerk,  Mr.  Ned." 

5  The  dear  little  girl  started  off  with  a  song. 

Nor  dreamed  there  was  anything  said  that  was  wrong. 
Siie  asked  for  the  vinegar,  acid  and  strong, 
(lave  the  note  to  the  clerk,  who  smiled  and  said,  "  Dear, 
Pray  hand  me  the  jug,"  and  then  went  to  the  rear 
And  filled  it  right  up  from  a  keg  of  brown  beer. 

6  The  little  one  started  to  take  the  jug  back. 
But  just  as  she  ran  to  the  great  railroad  track, 
Tlie  cork  gave  a  start  and  flew  out  with  a  crack. 
A  whiff'  of  the  odor  of  beer  reached  her  nose, 

She  stopped  iu  amazement,  and  what  do  you  s'pose? 

7  "Why,  that  isn't  vinegar,  smells  very  queer, 
It's  naught  in  the  world  but  that  horrid  old  beer. 
What  a  stu|)id  I     Well,  no  !     I  just  won't  take  it  back. 
The  horrid  old  stuff  must  be  spilled  on  the  track  ;  " 
And  out  it  came  gurgling  with  snort  and  with  smack. 

8  Then  home  ran  the  maiden  and  told  without  fear 
How  Ned  didn't  know  vinegar  from  brown  beer. 
"And    where    is    the    beeri"'  asked   her  father,   "no 

doubt 
We  can  manage  to  use  it."     "  I  poured  it  all  out," 
Laughed    the  brave  little  girl,  "  and  it's  gone  up  the 

spout." 

9  "  Why  !  why  !  what  was  that  for  ?  "  said  her  father, 

annoyed. 
Then  the  child  with  his  whiskers  half-playfully  toyed. 
"  Well,  you  sec,"  said  his  pet,  in  a  sweet,  bird-like  note, 
"  That  liccr  jug  is  spoiling  my  temperance  vote. 
And  I   thought  'twas  better  sjjilled  there  thau  spilled 

down  your  throat." 


1 0  The  father  grew  sober  in  deep,  painful  thought, 
And  sijclled  out  the  lesson  his  little  one  taught. 

"  I  never  will  send  you  again,  my  sweet  dear, 
Just  bring  me  your  pledge,  I  will  sign  it  right  here. 
And  we'll  never  drink  whiskey  again  or  brown  beer." 

11  Well,  wasn't  she  happy  !  she  laughed  and  she  cried, 
Her  mother  just  kissed  her  and  called  her  her  Pride. 
An  d  so  they  got  married. — Oh  !  no, — let  me  see. 
That  isn't  the  end  of  this  story  of  glee ; 

But  they  lived  happy  after  as  happy  could  be. 

TANK  IE  BOLTON.     188t 

THE    SCHOLAR   AND    THE    ECHO. 

1  What  is  this  I  hear  them  saying, 
In  the  Band  of  Hope  displaying 
Briglit  new  cards,  a  promise  making 
Always  to  abstain  from  drinking  ? 
Must  I  also  sign  the  pledge  ? 

Sign  the  pledge. 

2  But  when  Christmas  comes  so  jolly, 
"With  its  mince  pies  and  its  holly, 
Mince  pies  flavored  with  rich  wine. 
Wine  which  comes  from  our  own  vine, 
Must  I  always  answer  no  ? 

Answer  no. 

3  But,  my  Echo,  this  is  trying, 
And  for  cider  I  11  be  sighing. 
Cider  which  comes  sweet  and  clear 
In  the  autumn  of  the  year. 

Must  I  also  this  refuse  ? 

This  refuse. 

4  Echo,  thou  shalt  be  my  teacher. 
Never  known  was  such  a  preacher. 
AVill  my  signing  help  another? 

Is  each  one  my  sister,  brother? 
Will  I  gain  a  sure  reward  ? 
A  sure  reward. 

JENNIE  8PEAB. 


THE    RAINBOW 

To  be  recited  by  seven  childrea,  each  costumed  in  one  of  the  colon 
represcutiug  the  verse  spoken,  jauttty  tissue  pa])er  cip,  sash  about  a  yard 
and  a  luilf  long  by  three-eighths  of  a  yard  wide,  extending  front  and  back, 
tcrniiimtiug  ou  the  left  shoulder  with  rosette,  and  confined  at  the  waist 
under  the  right  shoulder.  They  enter  in  the  order  of  the  rainbow 
colors,  and  form  a  semi-circle  before  speaking. 

(Introduction  spoken  by  all  iu  unison.) 

1  The  rainbow  colors  blended  bright. 
Show  us  how  fair  are  rays  of  light. 
In  union  we,  with  heart  and  hand, 
Work  for  the  conquest  'of  the  land. 

RED. 

2  In  blushing  red,  like  queenly  rose, 
Or  sunset  sky  at  evening's  close, 

I  give  no  license  to  the  bowl, 

Where  lies  the  foe  that  drowns  tlu;  soul. 


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ORANGE. 

3  I  come  in  richest  oruiiye  hue, 

To  image  forth  our  cause  most  true ; 
No  evil  genius'  deadly  art 
Pierced  me  with  alcoliolic  dart. 

TEM.OW. 

4  All  yellow,  bright  with  glittering  light, 
The  wily  tempter  weaves  his  spells. 
But  leaves  his  victim  dark  as  nigiit. 
Where  he  a  wreck  his  virtue  sells. 

GREEN. 

5  dreen  as  the  meadow  in  the  spring. 
Tiireaded  by  streamlets'  getierous  flow, 
So  free  and  pure  my  mottoes  ring, 
Stick  to  the  pledge !  that's  right,  I  know. 

SKY    BLUE. 

6  Pure  as  the  blue  in  summer's  sky, 
With  which  no  other  shade  can  vie, 
Here  let  us  pledge  our  honor  bright. 
To  shuu  all  drinks  that  are  not  right. 

INDIGO. 

7  Blue  like  the  ocean's  rolling  tide, 
Korming  the  arch  with  span  so  wide, 
The  bow  of  promise  I  proclaim, 

No  baleful  foe  in  my  domain. 

VIOLET. 

8  In  modest  violet  I'm  arrayed, 

No  earthly  skill  can  reach  my  shade ; 

I  teach  in  pure  ctdestial  light, 

Shuu  every  drink  that  blinds  the  sight. 

una.  JC.  B.  M'CLVRE,  188S- 


3  open  the  gates  for  the  little  ones, 

Ihe  Saviour  bicLs  them  come  ; 
His  arms  shall  gather  the  tender  lambs, 

His  hands  shall  lead  them  home. 
The  wine  and  udglity  may  seek  Him  here, 

Who  came  as  a  little  child  ; 
Narrow  l\\(:  way  and  the  door  is  low 

To  the  kingdom  undetiled. 

MAHT  A.   LATIIIIl'HV,   UBS. 

Set  to  Hiuic  bj  I.  BAHZiii.i,  111  "tjttlcs  u(  Vnim.' 
ALWAYS    DO    RIGHT. 

Tune— "ffow/,  .linfl  Homt.' 

1  Do  right  is  our  motto. 

Do  right  is  our  aim, 
We  strive  not  for  glory. 

For  wealth  nor  for  fame; 
A  pure  spotless  banner 

We'll  raise  with  our  might, 
With  this  for  our  motto, 
*'  Always  do  right." 
CnORLS — Onward  and  upward, 

We'll  sing  with  our  might, 
With  this  for  our  motto, 
"  Always  do  right." 

2  Do  right  to  our  friend. 

Do  right  to  our  foe  ; 
Do  right  to  all  people 

Wherever  we  go  ; 
Let  this  be  our  standard. 

Kept  high  in  our  sight. 
Eight  onward  and  upward, 

"Always  do  right." 

JEKET  riKkCT. 


OPEN   THE    GATES. 

"Lift  up  your  luaiLi.  ()  y>-  Kate«."-P»a,  xxIt  :  7. 

1  Open  your  gates,  O  east  and  west ! 

O  north  and  south,  give  way  ! 
The  land  is  lifting  its  song  of  praise, 

By  tlu^  mouth  of  babes  this  day. 
They  come,  the  legions  of  little  ones, 

With  banner  ami  sacred  song  ; 
Blessing  ami  honor  and  praise  they  sing. 

To  Christ  our  Lord  belonji. 

2  Open  the  gates  to  the  little  feet, 

Uufoltl  the  holy  word  ! 
The  children  crowd  to  the  Saviour's  side, 

Tlu'ir  eyes  discern  the  Lord. 
A  hundred  sununers  have  mllcd  awav 

Since  one  stooped  down  and  smiled. 
Opening  the  gates  of  a  Bii)le  school. 

To  welcome  a  ratjued  child. 


f  illic  pifkrnian 

Wm  born  1866.  and  died  1883.  How  ahall  we  UMer  Interrfet  the  lea- 
ion  ijf  «uch  k  Ilfo  th«n  In  hi-r  own  nrc^ct  wnnl»  -  writton  three  rrmra 
«<nr<-  —  which  eu  touclilngljr  at  (uch  a  time  aa  thl*  more  upon  the  chorda 
of  the  heart. 

ONLY   A    LITTLE    DEWDROP. 

1  "  I  am  only  a  little  dew-drop. 

But  111  do  whatever  I  can, 
For  even  a  little  drop  of  dew 
Is  part  of  our  Father's  plan. 

2  "  I  can  cool  a  burning  blossom 

That  has  witherwl  'neath  the  sun ; 
I  can  cheer  one  drooping  flower 
When  my  little  life  is  done." 

3  *'  You're  mist.iken,  little  dew-<lrop, 

Your  life  has  just  iH-giin. 
For  the  lesson  you  teach  us  lingers 
Lull!'  after  vour  work  is  done.'' 

O  « 


668 


wo  WAX  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


JOY    AMONG   THE    ANGELS. 

"Then;  i»J'i}' 1"  I'"""""  oTcr  line  uliiiicr."     Luke,  xv  :   7. 

1  TluTe  is  joy  among  tlit!  angels 

That  fill  the  courts  above, 
O'er  a  wand'ring  soul  returning 

To  ask  a  Father's  love. 
When  the  heart  is  bowed  beneath  the  cross, 

And  tears  repentant  fall, 
And  the  earnest  praj-er  of  faith  can  say, 

"  Here,  Lord,  I  give  Thee  all." 

2  There  is  joy  among  the  angels, 

Tliey  tune  their  harps  in  heaven, 
When  the  new-born  soul  with  rapture 

Can  feel  its  sins  forgiven  ; 
And  the  healing  stream  of  pard'ning  grace 

lliis  washed  its  guilt  away. 
And  the  eye  looks  up  without  a  tear, 

And  hails  the  opening  day. 

3  There  is  joy  among  the  angels, 

Tiie  shining  portals  ring, 
Wlien  a  band  of  happy  children 

Their  hearts  to  Jesus  bring  ; 
Like  the  tender  breath  of  early  flowers 

Their  grateful  songs  shall  rise, 
Till  the  answering  note  from  ransomed  choirs 

With  heavenly  joy  replies. 

FANNIE  rUOSBT. 
Copyriglit,  1870.  by  T.  E.  Pcrkin«.     Fsed  by  per.  Biglow  &  Main. 
PRAISE. 
Tune,  -" Hendon." 

1  Praise  to  Him  who  built  the  hills ; 
Prai,se  to  Him  the  stream  who  fills  ; 
Praise  to  Him  who  lights  each  star, 
Sparkling  in  the  blue  afar. 

2  Praise  to  Him  who  makes  the  morn, 
Rays  of  light  and  hopes  new  born  ; 
Draws  the  shadows  of  the  nigiit, 
Curtains  o'er  our  wearied  sight. 

8  Praise  to  Him  who  gives  us  food, 

Praise  to  Him  who  lights  our  way; 
Praise  Him  for  each  earthly  good 
We  receive  from  day  to  day. 

MARTA  t.  TATT. 
Bet  to  Music  in  "Song  Echo."  by  H.  .S  Perkius. 


I  send  you  the  only  hymn  I  ever  wrote.     It  was 
composed  at  thirteen,  and  as  I  still  find  the  same  diffi- 
culty in  governing  my  kingdom,  it  still  expresses  my 
soul's  desire,  and  I  have  nothing  better  to  offer. 
Yours  truly, 

L.  M.  Alcott. 
CoNcoKD,  Oct.  7,  1883. 

MY    KINGDOM. 
A  little  kingdom  I  possess. 

Where  thoughts  and  feelings  dwell; 
And  very  hard  the  task  I  find 


1 


Of 


coverning  it  well. 


For  passion  tempts  and  troubles  me, 

A  wayward  will  misleads, 
And  selfishness  its  shadow  casts 

On  all  my  words  and  deeds. 
How  can  I  learn  to  rule  myself. 

To  be  the  child  I  should. 
Honest  and  brave  and  never  tire 

Of  trying  to  be  good  ? 
How  can  I  keep  a  sunny  soul 

To  shine  along  life's  way  ? 
How  can  1  tune  my  little  heart — 

To  sweetly  sing  all  day  ? 
Dear  Father ;  help  me  with  the  love 

That  casteth  out  my  fear  : 
Teach  me  to  lean  on  Thee,  and  feel 

That  Thou  art  very  near  : 
That  no  temptation  is  unseen, 

No  childish  grief  too  small, 
Since  Thou,  with  patience  infinite. 

Doth  soothe  and  comfort  all. 
I  do  not  ask  for  any  crown 

But  that  whicli  all  may  win  ; 
Nor  try  to  conquer  any  world 

E.xcept  the  one  within. 
Be  thou  m}'  guide  until  I  find. 

Led  by  a  tender  hand, 
Thy  happy  kingdom  in  myself. 

And  dare  to  take  command. 


I  WAS    LOST,    A    LITTLE    LAMB. 

"Hesliall  gather  the  LambD  within  Uis  anna. "— U.  xi.  11. 


LOVISE  M.  ALCOTT, 


LUCY  J.  KIDER, 


1.  1  wa.*!  lost,      a    lit-tle  lamb.Out  of    Je  -  sus'    fold,    Faint  with  liunser  and  with  fear.In  the  dark  and  cold. 


2.  Now  I'm  safe,  a  lit-tle  lainb,Safe  in  Je  -  sus'    fold, 


•    1^ 


Je-sus  found  and  hro'i  me  in, From  the  dark  and  cold. 


52^t2 


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.Tpsiis  mis< 
Is     IIo  k\u 


.Tesiis  missed  ine.tho'  a  lamb.  Lit-tle,  lone  and  weak,      And  TTerould  not  rest  for  love  Tie  the  lost  must  seek 
Is    lie  u'liMl,  and  am  not    I—  1,  who  went  a  ■  stray—  Glad  tlial  lie  has  bio't  nic  back  'I'd  the  heavenly  way. 


I 


Oop>Tlght<sd.  1879,  by  F.  U.  UEVELL.    By  per. 


rd--l- 


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TEMPERANCE.     THE  FRUIT  OF  THE  VI XE. 


CC9 


WHAT  ARE  THE  LOVES  OF  THE  ANGELS? 

1st  l*AUi,      (To  bu  suiij,'  ill  cliiilo<,'UL-  or  clinru-..) 
What  are  the  loves  of  llie  aiii;els 
Up  iu  their  mansions  so  bright  ? 

2(1  Paut. 

The  dearest  of  all  are  the  childnn 
Who  dwell  in  ihe  eity  of  li-,dit. 
CllOKUS— Dear  is  the  love  of  the  anyels 

Up  in  their  mansions  so  bright ; 
Pure  is  the  love  of  the  children 
Who  dwell  in  the  city  of  lighu 

1st  Paht. 

What  an;  the  songs  of  the  angels 
Up  in  their  homes  of  delight? 

2d  Part. 

Their  songs  are  the  songs  of  salvation 
111  whicli  little  children  unite. 
CilOKUS — Heantifnl  songs  of  the  angels 
Up  in  their  homes  of  delight 
Ik'autifnl  songs  of  redemption 
In  which  little  children  unite. 

1st  Paut. 

What  arc  the  joys  of  the  angels 
Up  in  yon  glittering  height? 

2d  Part. 

To  praise  ami  adore  their  Redeemer 
Who  reignetli  supreme  in  His  might. 
Cborus — Sweet  are  the  joys  of  the  angels 
Up  in  yon  glitteriiiir  heiglit  ; 
Praising  the  blessed  Uedeeiner 

Who  rcigueth  supreme  in  Ilis  might. 

MRS-  «.  A.  OOBOON.     18W. 
From  "Jor  Belli "  by  jw- 

THE   CUP    OF    THE    LORD. 

It  mav  not  harm  nor  you,  nor  me ; 

lUit  chance  some  lamb  amidst  the  flock, 
Here,  tasting  first  the  liery  draught, 

Mav.  at  the  table  of  the  Lord, 
Be  bound  with  chains  more  hopeless  far, 

Than  all  the  fetters  earth  can  forge? 
Shidl  such  as  they,  in  after  years. 

Point  to  the  supper  of  the  Lord 
As  the  fell  snare,  which  le<l  their  tender  feet 

Into  the  slippery,  dark  .abyss  ? 
Shall  that,  which  was  to  Ihj  our  pledge  of  faith, 

Prove  but  to  them  e'cu  as  the  gates  of  hell  ? 

ANNIK  I>.  >»*SW>!». 

St.  PbuI,  May  10.  1S84. 


It  U  »t»l«4  by  llcbrrw  if  boI»n  th»t  the  wnrd  u«r<J  by  the  HaTionr  to 
ilo-il|{ii»to  «ii|.r..v..l  c.f  i1ku»m(  »iiir.  f.w  iiLUiiC  .  «l  H.e  U*d«  nip- 
l»r  «b.ii  i.i..iMilyimii-li»<"l-  »'•■'»""  "  (ruit  ..f  Ou- vii.r,"  lluil  u  Uj» 
uut.TiiuuU-<l  ;ulcc  ..r  lb»  grui-.-  A  .llBcr..iit  w.,r.l  •■«  u«m1  «l.ru  lh« 
ujM)  ox  ai«)ouu««iimuo«l,  .howlug  duUuclly  tbal  Uioro  wiw  l«o  kliuLi  of 
wluo. 


THE   FRUIT   OF  THE    VINE. 

1  You  may  sing  to   the  praise  of  the  wine-cup  and 

tankard. 
And  talk  of  the  Havor  of  Munimand  Tokuy  ; 
But  what  can  compare  with  tiie  rip*-,  juicy  Concord, 
Or  rival  in  fragrance  Catawba  bompiet  ? 

2  You  may  hold  up  your  glass  iu  the  beams  of  the  bUD- 

light 
And  point  out  the  bead  like  a  topaz  most  rare  ; 
But  your  glass  will  not  ecpial,  e'en  more  than  a  ru>h- 
"ligiit. 
The  amber-bloom  chalice— the  lush  Delaware. 

3  You  may  start  with  the  A's,  and  go  through  the  story, 

Kecoiinting  the  fame  of  ferment  and  di-.lill ; 
But  vou  cannot,  in  all  the  tlecayeil  category. 
Find  a  flavor  or  odor  but  "Uiiiits  of  the  mill." 

4  Oh !  w  ould  that  some  minstrel,  with  voice  and  with 

son  net. 
Could  sound  forth  the  praise  of  the  vintage — array 
In  its  unbroken  purple,  its  lami>ent.  pale  garnet. 
The  hues  of  the  rainbow  in  Nature's  own  way. 

5  The  spoiled  blootl  of  the  grape  spoils  tlie  bloo<l  of  the 

nation ! 
The  toasts  and  the  feasts  take  the  heart  out  of  men ! 
Shall  we  longer  <lescant  with  a  maudlin  oblation 
On  that  which  destroys  beyond  all  human  ken  ? 

6  Away  with  the  song,  w ith  the  paint-brush  and  ]tullctte, 

Tliat  glorify  sin  in  a  Baccheaii  way  ; 
Cist  aside  every  pen,  with  the  block  and  the  mallet. 
That  makes  calves  for  the  jieople  to  worship  t<^  lay. 

7  Brin>r  forth  every  virtue,  win  back  every  jtower, 

Make  llibe  relent  ami  old  Uacchus  give  o'er. 
Till  all  stolen  fruit  form  a  TemiM-ranc.-  dowt-r 

For    C'tdumbia,  our    daughter   of   Freedom,   once 
more. 

FAXME  1.  tUtffWM. 
SrptrmlirT  7,  IMX 
In  "  U«w  Colon. ' 


i 


End  of  Temperance  Department. 


MISCELLANEOUS    DEPARTMENT, 


MOTHERHOOD 


PREFATORY  NOTE. 


(Iforgo  JIacDoiiuld  says:  —  "The  true  mother  is  she  who  numbers  her  rliildren  by  the  thousan<1."  A 
lady  writer  ailtls :  —  '•  I  will  <iO  further,  aixl  assert  that  no  woman  lias  any  ie^ritimate  claim  to  moth«-rli(>o<l,  who 
will  not  recoj;nize  a  wronij  done  to  the  most  unfortunate  of  lif«''s  children,  as  a  wron;,'  to  her  own  child." 

Still  another:  —  "Many  a  woman  who  ha.s  never  liorne  children,  is  more  of  a  mother  in  Gobi's  «i;;ht,  than 
she  who  has.  Unless  the  heart  goes  out  in  sym])athy  to  all  God's  little  ones,  it  has  not  the  truo  mother  in- 
stinct." 

Another  thus  expresses  the  same  idea:  —  "She  who  is  a  mother  only  to  her  own  children,  has  not  the  irni 
mother  instin<t.  Tlie  heart  must  tuki;  in  all  earth's  suffering  ones,  if  it  wonM  Im-  rccoi^nizcd  liy  (f(Kl.  If  oni 
has  not  tliis  true  mother  iusliiict,  let  it  be  cultivated.  If  one  has  it,  let  it  bu  uxcrciacd.  '  Thu  world  in  Hid< 
and  needy.' " 

THE  MAGNIFICAT. 


BONO  OF  THE  VIRlJI.V  MARY. 


Miulo  writtru  for  thli  work  br  MART  FRAXrEfl  RXOUBK 
Wot  Mitchell.  luvk,  Maitih.  UHL 


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2.  For  lit' that  is  ini^iiiy  h.-itli  (lone  to  nipijri'ai  tilings;            ami                  ho        -  ly 
].  Kc  liaili  put  down  the  mighty  from  their  seals,             and  exalted            them  of 

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Ami  \\\*  iniToy  \*  nn  tti*-iii  that  fpttr  Him  from  iC'Qe 

lie  tuktlt  HlUdihf  hungry  with  foodthlngi:  and  the  rlcb  Id'  luttU  wot 


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672 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


THE    "HAIL    MARY." 

0  irraiid  white  angel  !   in  a  sweet  sunnise 

1  lilt  to  tliec  my  tear-suHuseil  eyes. 
Tlimi  art  so  viij^iu-pure,  tliy  .starry  zone 
Ginlit's  my  room  witli  lustre  all  tliine  own  ! 
I  kiss  thy  ^arnuMa'.s  hem,  1  dare  not  touch 
Thy  "gentle  hand  oulstrctchi-d,  nor  ovi  rnmch 
Gaze  on  thy  (juin.'nly   stature  in  its  grace, 
Nor  meet  the  recognition  of  thy  face. 

Hold  out  thy  lily -sceptre,  {rracious  one, 
That  1  may  feel  thy    blessed  reign  liegun, 
And  while  I  breathe  its  incense,  purify 
Thy  temple  for  this  holy  mystery ! 
Or  who  or  what  am  I,  that  God  has  sent 
His  angel  to  my  house,  and  for  me  meant 
The  very  chrism  of  life,  the  seal  of  love, 
The  secret  hope  all  other  hopes  above. 

L.  p.  H.     1881. 
By  permission  Messrs.  Lee  &,  iSbuiiard. 


HYMN    OF    MOTHERHOOD. 

1  Oh !  beautiful  new  life  within  my  bosom. 

New  life,  love-born,  more  beautiful  than  day, 
I  tremble  in  thy  sacred  presence,  knowing 

What  holy  miracle  attends  my  way  I 
My  heart  is  hushed,  I  hear  between  its  beating 

The  angel  of  annunciation  say, 

"  Hail,  blessed  among  women !  "  while  I  pray. 

2  O  all-creative  Love !   thy  finger  touches 

My  leaping  pulses  to  diviner  heat. 
"What  am  I,  that  thy  thought  of  love  should  blossom 

In  me,  in  me  thy  tide  of  life  should  beat  ? 
Beat  strong  within  me  God-tide,  in  high  passion, 

Witli  (piickening  spirit  earth-born  essence  greet! 

Fountain  of  life  !  How  through  me  pure  and  sweet. 

3  O  all-sustaining  Love  !   come  close  beside  me, — 

Me,  so  unworthy  of  this  wondrous  gift. 
Pur^e  me,  refine  me,  try  me  as  by  fire. 

Whiten  me  white  as  snow  in  glacier-rift. 
That  neither  spot  nor  stain  nor  blemish  darken 

These  elements  that  now  to  being  drift ; 

Inspire,  sustain  me,  all  my  soul  uplift! 

4  O  all-.sufTicient  Love  !     I  am  as  nothing ; 

Take  me,  thy  way,  most  facile  to  thy  need  ; 
Enraptured,  let  mo  feel  thy  sjurit  moulding 

The  germ  that  thou  hast  made  a  living  seed. 
And  while  the  currents  of  my  life  are  speeding 

This  life  immortal  in  its  growth  to  feed. 

To  one  dear  purpose  all  my  forces  lead ! 

L.  p.  n.   1881. 
Bj  pcrmlnlou  Messrs.  Lee  &  Sbcpard. 


FAITH. 

1  Wliat  though  my  heart's  darling 

May  ne'er  see  the  day. 
Was  it  but  a  stray  starling 

That  Hashed  o'er  my  way  ? 
I  have  loved,  I  was  promised 

Forever  and  aye. 

2  I  may  weep  for  my  nestling 

So  lost  to  my  eyes, 
But  feel  God's  behest  bring 

A  sweeter  surprise, 
Faith  conquers  doubt  wrestling ; 

Love  born  never  dies. 

3  I  can  trust  though  He  sever 

In  blindness  and  pain. 
My  child,  we  can  never 

Be  parted  again. 
God's  promi.ses  ever 

Are  yea  and  amen. 

L.   P.   H.  18S1. 
By  permission  Messrs.  Lee  It  Slieiiard, 

DEDICATED    TO    . 


1  O  life,  that  beats  beneath  mine  own, 

Thou  bringest  thought  too  great  for  speech ! 
Thy  spirit  lies  so  sweetly  resting 

Safe  from  life's  cold  and  bitter  reach ! 
All  of  love's  bars  thou  art  undoing 

While  the  presence  of  thy  life  I  feel, 
Yet  God's.     Ah  !  more  than  mine  thou  art. 

Behold  me !  at  Ilis  feet  I  kneel. 

2  Give  me  this  jewel  of  Thine  to  wear. 

This  rose  that  breathes  from  Paradise  ; 
The  fairest  of  all  the  gifts  from  Heaven — 

A  life  that's  been  hid  in  the  bosom  of  Christ ! 
'Mong  the  people  who  list  to  Thy  teaching 

Or  wait  for  Thy  touch  and  word, 
Parent,  so  rich  in  the  tenderest  love. 

Tell  me  my  pleadings  are  kindly  heard ! 

3  With  contrite  heart  on  bended  knee, 

The  pleader  and  the  woman  wait. 
Hark  !  'tis  the  sound  of  the  warder's  tread,— 

He  who  unbars  that  outer  gate 
When  the  jileading  soul  its  God  must  gain  ; 

The  book  in  his  hand  I  see  unroll. 
He  reads — his  gaze  on  the  kneeler  there — 

"Thy  prayer  we  grant — with  the  trust  of  a  soul !  " 

E.  AODIB  B£ATH,    1884. 

MOTHERHOOD. 

1  Far,  far  away,  across  a  troubled  sea,  ' 
My  wistful  eyes  espy 
The  quiver  of  a  snowy  sail. 
Unfurled  against  the  sky. 
.2  So  faint,  so  far,  so  veiled  in  soft  obscure 
Its  quiet  shimmering. 
Sometimes  methinks  no  mortal  thing  it  is, 
But  gleam  of  angel's  wing. 


MOTUERHOOD.     SONOS  AND  POEMS. 


678 


3  And  ypt  thft  riirronts  of  my  life  so  set 

'row.inls  tliis  vision  fair, 
1  know,  I  know  for  ini-  it  pak-s  and  ylows  ; 
It  will  not  fade  in  uir. 

4  With  my  own  licart-tlirob,  throbs  the  tiny  sail, 

Mv  sii^lis  its  pennons  njovc  ; 
And  hither  steadfast  points  its  magnet  towards 
The  pole-star  of  my  love. 

5  What  precious  ^^ifts  do  freight  this  mystie  hark 

'riiere  is  no  sii;n  to  siiow  ; 
What  frail,  small  mariner  is  there  enshrined 
No  mortal  yet  may  know. 

6  I  only  know  the  soul  divine  moves  there, 

'Mid  two  eternities  ; 
Before  this  secret  of  the  Lord  I  bow 
Witii  veiled  and  reverent  eyes. 

7  And  vaiidy  does  my  restless  love  essay 

To  haste  the  coming  sail ; 
Dear  (iod  !    Not  oven  to  save  from  sunken  reefs 
Can  love  of  mine  avail. 

8  Yet  will  I  kcej)  my  vigil,  and  in  peace, 

Like  Mary,  "dwell  apart;" 
Close  to  the  mysteries  of  (Jod  art  thou, 
My  brooding  mother  heart. 

9  Ah,  heavenly  sweet  will  be  thy  recompense, 

When,  every  fear  at  rest. 
The  little  bark  all  trancpiilly  shall  lie 
Safe  anchored  on  thy  breast  I 

MAKV  n.  nr.LO. 
8*dU  CUn,  Cat,  1881 


THE   SICK    CHILD. 

1  Dear  little  eyes,  with  their  fringed  lida 

I.,ifted  so  heavily,  pileously, 
Wiiidd  I  could  see  in  their  dei)lii8  once  more 
The  flash  and  sparkh;  of  ehililhooil's  glee! 

2  Dear  little  lips,  that  have  known  no  guile, 

Innocent,  beautiful,  fever  red. 
Would  ye  were  ringing  again  witli  nurth, 
As  in  the  days  that  so  soon    have  fled ! 

8  Dear  little  gentle  anil  pensive  face, 

^Va^t(•(l  and  sunken  and  shadowed  now. 
The  higii  brow  white  with  an  unknown  light, 
Wouhl  tliou  wert  rosy  with  health's  warui  glow  I 

4   Dear  little  patient  and  sufTering  child, 
I'leailing  f(jr  pity  with  dying  eyes! 
Oh!   it  is  cruel  and  hard  to  sUind 

Powerless  to  aid  while  a  loved  one  dies. 

.0  Art  thou  ileparting,  my  precious  dove  ? 
Dearest  and  ten<lerest  land)  of  the  fold; 
Thought  fid  and  wist;  as  a  woman  now. 
Beautiful  darling,  but  five  years  old. 

6  Fatiier  in  heaven,  Thy  will  is  mine. 

With  Thee  my  <larling  were  safe  and  blest; 
But  Oh  I   that  Tiiy  wisdom  and  love  couhl  see 
That  now  to  restore  her  to  life  were  U-st ! 

BKLXM  ■AVCm. 


MATERNITY. 


MY    NURSLING. 

1  Baby  and  I  are  alone, 

•lust  baby  and  1 ! 
His  eyes  look  up  and  mine  look  down. 

And  the  love  that  flaslies  in  sympathy. 
Is  the  gem  in  tlie  crown. 

2  His  dimpled  hand  is  at  rest 

Like  a  soft  rose-leaf. 
And  cheek  and  lip  lie  on  my  breast 

With  pressure  of  trust,  dear  i)ast  belief  ; 
So  true,  so  blest ! 

8  So  close  to  my  heart ! 
One  clear  life-tide 
Coursing  iK'tween  ;  my  holy  part 

To  feel  the  current  warm  from  my  side 
At  God's  touch  start ; 

4  Then  flush  into  rosy  beams 
Frouj  his  glowing  face. 
Answering  hack  in  brighter  gleams 

Springing  up  witli  a  sweeter  grace 
Thau  my  sweetest  dreams ! 

LonsA  r.  RorsiNi.  1S81. 
Br  pannialon  Mann.  Lax  k  SbcpwiL 


1  Sickness  and  pain,  and  w.ikefid  midnight  houm  ; 
Care-laden  months,  that  weakened  all  my  |>ower8 
Of  mind  .and  body  ;    what  have  I  to  siiow. 

As  payment,  for  that  weary  weight  of  woe? 

2  A  little  face  most  marvellously  fair  ; 
A  shining  crown  of  wavy  golden  hair; 
Two  dusky  eyes,  like  pausics  in  a  mist ; 
A  smiling  mouth,  all  ready  to  l>e  kiNSt-*!  ; 
A  trusting  heart,  that  giveth  full  and  free 
Its  boundless  wealth  of  purest  love  to  me. 

3  Ah  me  !   when  night's  dark  banners  float  above. 
And  slowly,  at  their  prayers,  the  swe«'t  lips  move; 
When,  shadowed  deep,  the  earnest,  thoughtful  eye« 
Seem  ga/ing  up  to  their  own  paradise. 

My  soul  shrinks  back  from  that  far-reaching  gaze. 
And  immbly,  to  Ihj  pure  ami  st^iiidess,  pmys. 

4  And  when,  at  last,  the  bright  head  finds  rrposef 
An<l  o'er  the  sleepy  eyes  the  wiiite  lids  close, 

I  pray  :   "  O  (Jo«l !   let  every  care  and  |>am 
Be  mine  to  know  and  sutler  thrice  .igain. 
And  througli  it  all  my  soul  shall  grateful  he^ 
If  only  this  young  life  be  sjMired  to  me." 

AOOIB  r.  (MW.  tai 


G74 


WOMAN   Ilf  SACRED  SONO. 


THEN    SHALL   YE    KNOW. 

KltOM    A  POEM. 

And  this  is  ours  I   ours  of  tlu;  dust  and  ashes, 
CVadlfd  in  wtai^ness,  hilhihycd  witii  woe; 
Not  Ileavc-n's  rainbows,  nor  colestiul  Hashes, 
To  gaze  at,  but  the  Lord  Himself  to  kiioio. 

MAKUAIIET    E.    WINSLOW. 

MY    MISTAKE. 

1  Dear  little  feet,  so  soft  and  white, 

Wliat  miles  of  steps  I  see — 
Of  hill  and  vale  and  desert  sand. 
Of  all  that  in  a  life  is  s|iaiined  ; 
These  feet  now  clasped  in  mother's  hand. 

How  weary  they  will  be  ! 

2  The  baby  hands,  so  dimpled,  fair — 

What  toils  for  them  ahead  ! 
Patience  'mid  many  a  tread-mill  thrall, 
Waitinjj  till  (lod  shall  bless  it  all  ; 
And  mother  love  can  build  no  wall 

'(iainst  sweat  of  brow  for  bread. 

3  Thus  mused  I  onee  as  on  my  lap 

A  lirst-born  babe  lay  sleeping ; 
The  lamp  burned  low,  the  house  was  still, 
The  winter  winds  were  blowing  shrill, 
And  thoughts  of  good  were  mixed  with  ill, 

As  1  lone  watch  was  keeping. 

4  But  ah  !  those  little  feet  a  id  hands. 

None  fairer  ever  moulded. 
Had  no  rough  steps  in  life  to  take, 
No  toils  to  meet,  no  weary  ache, 
For  soon,  alas !   my  heart  to  break. 

In  quiet  death  were  folded  ! 

5  Thus  taught  of  God,  I  learned  full  well 

To  cease  my  ])oor  forecasting. 
And  for  the  children  that  remain. 
To  neither  fear  nor  lioi)e  again, 
But  clasp  by  faith  this  one  strong  chain, 

God's  love  aud  care  are  lasting  I 

MIUJ.    ANNA   L.   PRICE. 

Cliuton,  Va.,  1882. 

CHRIST    LOVETH    THEM    THAT    FALL. 

1  Wee,  winsome  girl,  that  nestling  at  my  breast, 
Contented  sighs  and  sinks  to  sweetest  rest. 
To-night  I  con  thy  dear  face  o'er  and  o'er. 
Press  thee  to  my  heart  and  wild  implore, 

God  keep  my  child  from  fate  of  those;  who  cry, 

In  bitterest  depth  of  woe,  "I  die,  I  die. 

And  high  and  low  alike  despise  my  call. 

There's  naught  but  death  for  women  when  they  fall." 

2  I  see  to-night  the  (]uick,  defiant  glare. 
Of  one  I  met  beneath  the  gaslight's  flare. 
One  I  had  known  in  girlish,  happier  days, 
Krc  she,  had  learned  to  tread  such  evil  ways. 
I  wouhl  have  s])oken,  but  like  hinited  deer 
She  sped  away  into  the  darkness  drear, 
Nor  lieard  my  earnest,  enger  jdeading  call, 
O  Nina,Christ  yet  lovetli  them  that  fall. 


3  Dear  baby  mine,  sweet  nestling  at  my  breast, 
When  the  cold  sod  shall  on  thy  mother  rest. 
Can  some  foul  wretch  bedight  in  fairest  shape, 
Lure  thee,  so  sure,  to  such  revolting  fate! 
My  heart  leaps  up  with  hot,  defiant  throb, 
Save  me,  to  save  my  child,  O  God  ! 

From  worse  than  other  ills  intensest  thrall, 
Though  Thou,  O  Christ,  yet  loveth  them  that  fall. 

4  Ah,  woe  is  me !  it  cannot,  cannot  be, 

I  too  must  vanish  in  death's  silent  sea  : 

Who  then,  should  evil  overtake  my  child, 

W^ill  loving  kiss  the  lips  so  much  defiled  ; 

Will  smooth  the  hair  above  her  fair  white  brow, 

And  wliis])er,  child,  I  knew  not  love  till  now. 

Till  I  did  draw  thee   from  thy  filth  and  thrall. 

Back  to  self,  and  Christ  who  loveth  them  that  fall  ? 

5  God  keep  thee,  darling  babe  ;  I  cannot  keep  ! 
Alas  !  that  I  but  love,  implore  and  weep. 
But  from  this  night  my  solemn  vow  1  keep. 
That  from  my  heart  I'll  love  and  pity  reap. 
For  those  my  JMaster  bade  "  Go,  sin  no  more," 
For  those  that  doting  mothers'  hearts  bleed  o'er, 
And  with  intensest,  yearning  anguish,  call, 

"  Bring  back,  O  Christ,  who  loveth  them  that  fall." 

MR.S.   J.    V.      MIKCH. 

In  "Illinois  State  Jounud." 

WHICH   COULD    I    SPARE? 

1  I  sometimes  wonder,  that  if  death  should  come, 
With  stealthy  tread,  unto  my  happy  home. 

To  tell  me,  that  of  those  I  love  so  well, 
One  in  his  silent,  shadowy  realm  must  dwell 

2  No  hope,  no  refuge,  from  his  fatal  dart ; 
Which  could  I  yield  him  first  ?   O  loving  heart. 

Which  of  mine  own,  my  blessed  hou.sehold  band, 
Could  I  resign  ?  though  for  the  better  land. 

3  Not  he  to  whom  my  early  vows  were  given, 
W^hose   love   has    made    this   earth    seem    like    a 

heaven  ; 
Oh  !  no  !  oh  !  no  !  the  dark  and  cheerless  tomb 
May  not  enclose  him,  with  its  voiceless  gloom. 

4  Not  she,  who  first  made  glad  my  parent-heart ; 
Our  first  to  love,  of  our  young  life  a  j)art ; 
Whose  opening  bloom  has  blest  us  day  by  day  ; 

0  Death  ! — I  pray  thee  take  not  her  away. 
6  Nor  him,  of  noble  soul  and  manners  mild, 

AVhoin  one  short  year  we've  loved  to  call  our  child; 
Oh  I   no — not  him,  that  high  and  loving  lieart 

1  fain  would  shield  from  thy  unerring  dart. 

6  Our  absent  child?  Oh  !  no  !  destroyer,  no! — 
Near  her  bright  path  I  pray  thee  do  not  go : 
We  wait  to  welcome  her  around  our  hearth, 
And  long  to  listen  to  her  voice  of  mirth. 

7  Our  fair  young  boy — with  free  and  happy  soul. 
Enjoys  the  moments  that  so  brightly  roll  ; 

I  would  not  .see  that  flashing  eye  grow  dim. 
Sealed  in  thy  slumbers — ask  thou  not  for  him. 


THK   AXOKL   WillStPEK. 


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MOTHERHOOD.    SONOS  AND  POEMS. 


ei5 


8  Not  my  lovofl  parents  !  tako  thou  not  from  mo 
Tlic  arms  that  wcrn  luy  diihlliood's  panojily  ; 
Life  would  lie  sad  and  (hear  unto  tlicir  rliild, 
Missing  tliL*  lovu  that  u'vv  my  days  lias  sniik-d. 

9  My  own  dear  brother  ?  no,  thy  ways  ])ursue  ; 
Ye  may  not  take  him — for  we  are  hut  two  ; 
My  heart  with  keenest  sorrow  would  o'erllow, 
If  to  the  grave  this  cherished  one  should  go. 

10  All — all  too  dear!  each  golden  link  so  bright — 
Death  I   cast  no  shadow  on  love's  rosy  light — 
Father  !   thou  gavest  them  all — to  theo  we  look — 
To  us  the  future  is  a  sealed  book. 

rH-ANCI8   II   W.   BROTIIUTKN, 

MY    BIRD. 

1  Ere  last  year's  moon  ha<l  left  the  sky, 

A  binlling  sought  my  Indian  nest, 
And  folded,  Oh,  so  lovingly  ! 
Her  tiny  wings  upon  my  breast. 

2  From  morn  till  evening's  purple  tinge 

In  winsome  helplessness  she  lit's  ; 
Two  rose  leaves  with  a  silken  fringe. 
Shut  softly  on  her  starry  eyes. 

3  There's  not  in  Ind  a  lovelier  bird  ; 

Broad  earth  owns  not  a  happier  nest ;' 

0  God  I   thou  hast  a  fountain  stirred, 

Wliose  waters  nevermore  shall  rest  I 

* 

4  This  beautiful,  mysterious  thing. 

This  seeming  visitant  from  heaven. 
This  bird  with  the  immortal  wing, 

To  me,  —  to  me.  Thy  hand  has  given. 

5  The  pulse  first  caught  its  tiny  stroke. 

The  bloo<l  its  crimson  hue  from  mine;  — '. 
This  life  which  I  have  darid  invoke. 
Henceforth  is  jiarallel  with  Thiuc. 

6  A  silent  awe  is  in  my  room; 

I  tremble  with  delicious  fear  ; 
The  future,  with  its  light  and  gI(X)m,  • 
Time  and  Eternity  are  here. 

7  Doubt3,  —  hopes.  —  in  eager  tumult  rise  ; 

Hear.  O  my  (Jod  !  one  earnest  prayer  : 
Room  for  my  bird  in  Paradise, 

And  give  her  angel-plumago  there  ! 

EMILY   r.    JCIMOir. 
"  RcUcloiu  Ilutald.'' 

THE    LITTLE    HAND. 

1  Thou  wak'st,  my  baby  boy,  from  sleep. 

And  through  its  silken  fringe 
Thine  eye,  like  violet,  pure  and  deep, 
Cileams  forth  with  azure  tinge. 

2  "With  what  a  smile  of  gl.idness  meek 

Thy  nidiant  brow  is  drest. 
While  fondly  to  a  mother's  cheek 
Thy  lip  and  hand  are  prcst  I 

3  That  little  hand !   what  prescient  wit 

Its  history  may  discern. 
When   time  its  finy  Ixmes  hath  knit 
With  mauliood's  sinews  stern. 


4  The  artist's  pencil  shall  it  guide  ? 

Or  -prfud  ihc  adventurous  sail? 
Or  giiiilc  the  iilow  wiili  rustic  pritlc. 
And  ply  the  souinling  Hail? 

5  Through  music's  labyrinthine  maze. 

With  dexterous  ardor  rove. 
And  weave  those  tender,  tuneful  lays 
That  beauty  wius  from  love? 

6  Old  Coke's  or  niaekstone's  mighty  tomo 

With  jiatieiit  toil  (urn  o'er? 
Or  trim  the  lamp  in  cl.issic  dome, 
Till   midnight's  watch  be  o'er? 

7  Well  skilled,  the  pulse  of  sickness  press? 

Or  such  high  honor  gain 
As,  o'er  the  pul|iit  raised,  to  hlcss 
A  pious,  ILsteniug  train  ? 

8  Say,  shall  it  find  the  cherishe<l  grasp 

Of  frieiid>liip's  fervor  cold  ? 
Or,  shuddering,  feel  the  envenom 'd  clasp 
Of  trea<her\  's  sirpent-fold  ? 

9  Yet,  Oh  !  may  that  Almighty   Friend, 

From  whom  exi.steuco  canie. 
That  de^ir  and  powerless  hand  di-fend 
From  deeds  of  guilt  and  shame. 

10  Grant  it  to  dry  the  tear  of  woe, 

Hohl  folly's  course  restrain. 
The  alms  of  sympathy  Instow, 
The  righteous  cause  maintain, — 

11  Write  wisdom  on  the  wing  of  time. 

Even  'mill  the  morn  of  ^outh, 
And  with  benevolence  sublime 
Dispense  the  light  of  truth  ; 

12  Discharge  a  just,  a  useful  part. 

Through  life's  uncertain   maze. 
Till,  coupled  with  an  angel's  heart. 
It  strike  the  lyre  of  praise. 

Ln>tA  B.  ■lOOrBXKT. 


The  iMt  wnnli  nttmil  b;  Mrs.  SIsoanMy  ^ 
wltli  rou  all  I  KwvirvU  !  KarewcU  t  ~ 


(-"Hnv 


THE   ANGEL   WHISPER  mmv^mj 

In  >  iclirr  cnnonilnic  the  follnwloK  poem.  Uw  uHbar  mj»  :—  "Hm 
Anic>'t  Wliiii;irr !  It  p<TT»>lca  uio  wiUi  •  (Imurt  mtimt  nf  nrmnilfli  iicm 
Wriiu-ii  to  illustrate  ma  eiisnriDf,tlw  Ihoosbt  ImM  in*  capUTC  Wnald 
thai  liy  lu  rraaliiig  cTco  imt  motbor  iiii(ht  tided  to  feal  Bori  Mntf  Ikat 
her  chilli  U  uf  ^^nHl." 

"  In  hearou  thrir  aofcU  al*vi  b«i>oU  tb*  taot  at  aj  FuJt«.* 

1  Deep  mystery  of  human  life,  that  holds 
Within  the  tiny  form  the  hoites  of  heaven. 
The  love  and  joy  of  earth  I      In  restful  sh-i-p, 
The  baby  lies,  while  the  tiretl  mother  siM-t-*!* 
To  hiimiile  household  t.^sks  ;  and  all  iinM>«^n, 
An  angel  h>nds  alnive  with  whisper  nwi-eU 
A  lifting  of  the  little  hands  ;   a  smilo 
That  parts  the  rosy  lips  :  n  lingering  sigh, 
A  ipiiet  look  of  pcrf<Tt  peace,  is  kII 
The  sign  that  bsiby  gives  \a  greeting  l»3ck. 


676 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


2  O  little  sailor  on  this  life's  rough  sea! 
Wiiat  is  it  iliat  the  aii<;<ls  wliispi-r  tliee ? 
As  oil  thy  cratilc  bnl  thiir  light  iiuiiiis  rest, 
As  close  above  thee  heaves  the  loviii"^  hreast ! 
Thou  hast  hut  feet  to  climb  ;  they  winj^s  to  fly  ; 
Their's  life  eternal  ;  thou  must  live  ami  die  ! 
The  light  of  home  dwells  with  thee,  little  one  ! 
Close  in  the  father's  arms  when  day  is  done, 
Thou  whi^iH-rest  baek  what  angels  tell  to  thee ; 
Or  cooing  sweetly  on  thy  mother's  knee, 
With  lips  the  angels  kiss,  repeat  the  strain, 
And  every  day  repeat  it  new  again! 

3  Ah  !  dim  and  pathhss    Iraik  that  lies  between 
TIk^  doors  of  t-arthly   homes  and  home-s  unseen, 
"Whence  from  the  Father's  face  the  ang<;l  feet 
Come  to  the  little  child  with  whisper  sweet! 
Could  l)Ut  the  veil  be  dropped  from  wondering  eyes, 
How  eouM  we  trace  thee  to  the  boundless  skies ! 
What  lessons  shoidd  we  learn  of  courage  true. 
How  strong  be  made  to  suffer  and  to  do ! 

What  matchless  glimpses  of  a  Father's  love, 
What  sur(!ness  of  the  home  prepared  above  ! 

4  No  cradle  bed  too  ])oor  to  have  thy  care, 
No  burilens  that  the  little  child  may  bear. 

Of  sin  or  shame,  dear  angel  whis|)erer  sweet, 
E  er  bars  the  way  for  thy  swift  willing  feet! 
How  do  we  stand  revealed  to  thee,  to  thee, 
O  guardian  angel  from  our  home  to  be ! 
With  |)altry  loves,  with  things  of  vain  alloy. 
Making  this  life  our  best  and  dearest  joy  ; 
Unheeding  that  the  surest  path  to  God, 
The  way  of  blessing,  is  by  angels  trod ! 

EMTIIER  T.   B0C8H. 

lu  "  Womau's  MAgaziue,"  Oct.  1831. 


^in:il]  'jjlariii  JPulocIi  Craik 

Wm  born  at  Stoke  >iponTrfnt.  Staffonlshire.  Eng  .  1826.  She  married 
Mr.  Oraik  in  1865.  licr  chief  prose  work.  "John  Halifax,"  was  wrilU-n  ip 
1857.    Among  bur  many  beautiful  pocuis,  the  (uUowing  is  called  her  best. 

PHILIP,    MY    KING. 

"  Who  bears  upon  his  baby  brow  the  round 
And  top  of  sovereignty." 

1  Look  at  me  with  thy  large  brown  eyes, 

Philip,  my  king  ! 
For  round  thee  the  purple  shadow  lies 
Of  bai)yhood's  royal  dignities. 
Lav  on  my  neck  thy  tiny  hand 

With  love's  invisible  sceptre  laden; 
I  am  thine  Esther,  to  command 

Till  thou  shalt  tind  thy  (|ueen  handmaiden, 
Philip,  my  king. 

2  Ohl   th(i  day  when  thou  gocst  a-wooing, 

Philip,  my  king! 
When  those  beautiful  lips  'gin  suing. 
And,  .some  gentle  heart's  bars  un<loing, 
Thou  dost  enter,  love-<Ti)wn«'d.  and  there 

•  n«nKht>T  of  Jii.lite  .John  Hunt,  of  ( ihlo.     Hhe  w*«  Nirii  ItOT.  married  to 
pablished  In  Uie  ttprinntield  "  Uepubllcau,"  when  sliv  wa»  BfUxii  yearn  old. 


Sittest  love-glorified, — rule  kindly, 
Tenderly  over  thy  kingdom  fair; 

For  we  that  lovu,  ah  !  we  love  so   bliiully, 
I'hilip,  my  king  I 

3  I  gaze  from  thy  sweet  mouth  up  to  thy  brow, 

Philip,  my  king ! 
The  spirit  that  there  lies  sleeping  now, 
May  rise  like  a  giant,  and  make  men  bow 
As  to  one  Heaven  —  chosen  amongst  his  peers. 

]\Iy  Saul,  than  thy  brethren  higher  and  fairer. 
Let  me  behold  thee  in  future  years  ! 
Yet  thy  head  iieedeth  a  circlet  rarer, 
Philip,  my  king; 

4  A  wreath,  not  of  gold  but  palm.     One  day, 

Philip,  my  king, 
Thou  too  must  tread,  as  we  trod,  a  way 
Thorny,  and  cruel,  and  cold,  and  gray  ; 
Rebels  within  thee  and  foes  without 

Will    snatch    at    thy  crown.     But  march  on 
glorious, 
Martyr,  yet  monarch  !  till  angels  shout, 

As  thou  sittest  at  the  feet  of  God  victorious, 
Philip,  the  king! 

DINAH  MAllI.V  Ml'LOCK.     ' 

•  Cniilir  Putnam  Milliams 

Was  bom  In  Springftelil,  Ohio.  She  became  a  Christian  during  her 
youthful  days  and  united  with  the  Presbyterians  in  1S40.  .She  lias  always 
written  with  case  and  grace.  Many  of  her  productions  have  been  pub- 
lished in  more  than  twenty  religious  weeklies  and  st-cubir  papers,  usually 
without  her  signature,  or  with  the  simple  initials  ouly.  At  present  |1886) 
she  is  editor  of  a  paper  called  "  The  Temi>erauce  Call "  Her  poems 
would  fill  a  good-sized  volume,  and  her  prjse  sketches  are  more  numer- 
ous.  All  of  her  literary  work  is  carefully  done,  and  yet,  as  stated,  with 
the  ease  and  readiness  indicating  talent  and  true  poetic  ability. 

For  several  years  her  home  was  In  Lawudale.  II!.,  but  she  is  now  a 
resident  of  Ap|>leton  City,  Mo.  She  is  very  domestic  in  her  tastes  and 
reigns  queen  of  the  home  circle. 

In  regard  to  "  We  arc  co-laborers  with  God,"  which  appears  in  the  Mis- 
sionary department  of  this  collection,  she  WTites  :  — 

"  It  was  in  May,  1832,  that  I  went  to  a  Methodist  meeting  in  Appleton 
City,  Mo.  I  was  a  stranger  and  did  not  even  know  the  preacher'it  name. 
I  learned  that  he  was  the  pre.'^iding  elder  in  that  district.  He  preached 
a  sermon  from  the  above  which  made  a  deep  impression  on  my  mind. 
For  some  days  I  remembered  the  whole  sermon,  and  I  don't  know  but  I 
couhl  have  written  it  wonl  for  word.  After  some  weeks,  fearing  it  would 
fa<le  troni  my  mind,  in  time,  I  sat  down  to  write  what  I  could  recall  of 
the  sermon  1  had  heanl  a  month  l>efore.  Tomy  suri>rise  it  fell  into  verse, 
and  thus  I  wrote  it  ;  following,  as  near  as  I  could,  the  plan  of  the 
preacher  and  adding  some  thoughts  suggested  by  the  theme.  The  clos- 
ing thoughts  iu  reference  to  the  death  and  buri.%1  of  Christ  were  differ- 
ent (rum  the  sermon,  but  I  thought  more  appropriate  (or  the  poem." 

MOTHERHOOD. 
1  O  mother!  with  the  bright  young  face, 
Touched  with  a  softer,  jiurer  grace, 
AVhile  bending  fondly  o'er  the  bed 
Which  cradles  now  the  little  head, 
Thou  hast  so  oft  with  rapture  prest 
Against  thy  gentle,  loving  breast; 
I  greet  thee  with  a  plea.sant  thought, 
AVliich  ga/ing  at  thy  face  hath  brought. 
What  blessing  is  so  bright  and  good 
As  God's  sweet  gift  of  motherhood? 
John  WIIllam^  then  a  merchant  of  Troy,  Ohio,  in  1847.    Her  flnt  venea  were 


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2  What  else  could  wiikc  ihy  temUTt'st  oaru 
As  lliis,  tliint:  infant  swi-ct  and  fair? 
Wiiat  eiiL'  could  draw  tlitc  out  of  si  If 
Art  ho,  the  boautoous  little  elj'  'i 

A  mother's  love  may  not  fi)r;,'et 

The  child  on  whom  her  heart  is  set; 

liut  self-forgetfulness  to  you 

That  ciiild  will  brin-j;,  as  eve  the  dew. 

Thus  tliou  svill  find  there's  iuiui,'ht  so  good 

As  (jlod's  sweet  {,nft  of  motiierhood. 

3  If  future  days  all  blessings  briuir. 
The  sweetest  soni^  thy  lieart  will  sing, 
In  all  thy  time  of  eas('  and  joy. 

Will  be  thy  love-song  to  thy  lM)y. 

Tiiy  grandest  gifts  are  all  for  him, 

His  ru|)  of  joy  full  to  the  brim 

Thy  hanil  will  jiress,  nor  shrink  from  pain, 

If  one,  more  pleasure  it  would  gain 

For  him  who  through  thy  mother  heart 

I  lath  wountl  a  cord  that  will  not  part. 

4  And  if   adversity  should  fill 

Thy  days  witli  dark  jtresage  of  ill, 
Stiil  thy  most  tender,  earnest  care. 
Will  be"  for  him  :   thy  fondest  jirayer 
Would  fain  avert  from  him  the  blow  ; 
'Twixt  it  and  him  thy  form  would  throw 
Its  loving  shield,  and  bear  the  weight, 
While  unto  him  an  o|mmi  giite 
Thy  hand  would  hold,  and  point  the  street 
Where  safi-r  paths  invite  his  feet. 

5  I  low  sweet  tlic  task  to  watch  the  powers 
Of  mind  unfold  through  childhood's  hours ; 
To  train  them  as  the  yielding  vine. 
Around  the  props  of  truth  to  twine! 

How  sweet  the  task  the  feet  to  guide 
Away  from  folly's  foaming  tide ! 
To  hold  thy  husband's  constant  love, 
Bv  proving  that  thou  art  above 
The  careless  ones  who  si-e  no  good 
In  God's  bright  gift  of  motherhood. 

6  Thus  shall  a  mother's  love  refine 

Thy  heart's  best  gold,  till  it  will  shino 
Like  roses  with  bright  dew  weighed  down, 
Like  jewels  burnished  for  a  crown! 
Ai.il  selfishness  shall  melt  away. 
And  truer,  grander  thought  bear  sway  ; 
Dt^votion's  incense  shall  arise 
From  thy  heart's  altar  to  the  skies. 
And  thou  wilt  prove  how  great  and  go'xl 
Is  God's  sweet  gift  of  motherhoo<l. 

UIILT  P.   WII.LMMK. 
PcbniAry.  1881. 


MOTHERHOOD. 

1   Now  Ciw\  he  praised,  that  in  His  will, 
Ini  reckoned  worthy  to  fultill 
Such  place  of  honor.      With  what  still 


2  And  solemn  j)resenco,  do  1  stand 
Holding  lli^  gilt  in  earthly  hand  — 
Hiding  lli.-<  purjiose,  His  comniatiiL 

'6  Profoundly  solemn  as,  I  shouhl, — 
That  in  my  life  i»  such  great  g<Kxl 
So  ricli  a  boon  as  motherhouu. 

4  My  baby  !  Oh  1  liow  tender,  sweet, 

The  p<-arly-tinted  hands  and  feet. 

And  all  the  tiny  form  eomphie. 
.'<    The  winsome  mouth,  the  genth-  even. 

Opened  on  life  with  such  surprise, — 

What  heavenly  depths  within  them  lies. 
(')   How  vain  the  ponip.  the  gloss,  the  ^huw. 

Of  out^-ide  life;  such  bliss  I  know 

\\\  baby's  cradle,  singing  low. 

7  My  baby,  more  than  all  Inside, 
Do  I  give  thanks,  I  had  not  die<1. 
With  this  best  blessing  still   denied. 

8  Father  I  praise  !  Oli !  gnint  there  be 
Such  growth  of  gnice  uprise  in  nie. 
As  trains  an  angel  up  for  Tin-*'. 

AIUCIITA  KITITT  CkUrWXLL. 
Chlcacn.  Feb  JO.  UM. 


SWEETS   OF   WOMAN'S   LIFE. 


1  A  baby  at  rest  on  mother's  breast. 

Too  young  to  smile  or  weep. 
Conscious  of  naught  but  mother's  love, — 
So  sweet  is  infant's  sleep. 

2  A  child  at  |)lay  in  me.idows  green, 

I'lucking  the  fragrant  fiowi  rs. 
Chasing  the  bright-winge<l  butterflies, — 
So  sweet  are  childlnKMl's  hours. 

3  A  maiden  fair  as  early  dawn, 

Hadiant  with  every  grace. 
Glatl'inng  the  eye  that  bmks  on  her, — 
So  sweet  is  Ixauly's  face. 

4  A  softly-blushing,  downcast  look. 

Murmur  of  st.'irth-d  dove, 
Answi-ring  another's  tender  words, — 
So  sweet  is  maiden's  love. 

5  A  white-rolK'd  virgin,  kneeling  low, 

Il«'fore  GtMl's  altar  l>ows. 
Forever  joined  two  heart.s  and  hands, — 
So  sweet  are  marriage  vows. 

6  .\  youthfid  mother  iK-mling  o'er 

Her  first-lxirn,  Ix-auteous  l)oy. 
Forever  hers  till  death  sliall  part, — 
So  swo't  .1  mother's  joy. 

7  The  matron  in  life's  antumn-timo. 

With  young  life  rlusten>d  o'er. 
Her  rhildren's  chihln-n  rhisp  Iht  kno<<», — 
So  rich  is  autumn's  store. 

ooRA  aikmutrnwuL, 


678 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


ONLY    A    GIRL. 

C'loso  tlio  door  carefully,  inulllo  tin;  tread, 

Drop  till'  white  curtains  'round  the  white  hed  ; 

A  pale  mother's  sU'cpiiij;,  aye,  iiive  her  rest ; 

See  the  fresh  rosebud  upon  her  white  breast. 

She  has  strui:i,ded  with  pain,  she  has  wrestled  with  death, 

Hers  is  the  victory,  let  not  a  breath 

Awaken  lu^r  slumbers  ;  hark  !  there's  a  tread 

Nearer  and  nearer  approachins^  the  bed; 

Maidy  his  bearing — yea,  noble  his  mien, 

Lowly  he  bends,  the  fair  sleepers  between; 

Lifts  the  frail  fiowret  witii  womanly  care, 

breathlessly  ga/.iii'f,  his  lips  part — in  prayer? 

No  I   there's  a  chill  in  the  ambient  air. 

Each  word  falls  distinctly  and  ])ainfidly  slow, 

Cunlling  anil  freezing  the  blood  in  its  flow: 

"  It's  only  a  girl  1 "  a  hush  as  of  death 

For  a  moment  suspended  each  listener's  breath. 

In  tlie  pause  the  pale  sleeper  uplifted  her  eyes — 

"I  nuist  have  been  dreaming,"  she  said  in  surprise; 

"  I  thought  that  a  cold  hand  of  iron  clutched  my  heart, 

While  hard,  cruel  words,  like  a  poisonous  dart. 

Pierced  my  soul  to  the  core  ;   I  sprang  for  my  babe  ; 

'  It's  only  a  girl ! '  were  the  words  I  heard  said. 

And  Elmer  I  O  Klmer !  that  voice  was  like  thine. 

That   hand — angels   spare   me  ! — once  warmly  clasped 

mine, 
As  you  called  me  more  precious  than  rub}'  or  pearl, 
And  yet  it  was  when  I  was  oidy  a  girl  ! 
If  a  girl  is  thus  dear,  then  the  motlier  and  wife 
To  every  man  true  is  as  dear  as  his  life  !  " 
She  clasped  her  cold  hands  o'er  her  hot,  throbbing  brow, 
Tiie  blood  had  all  rushed  to  that  citadel  now  ; 
Then  her  words,  (juick  and  scathing,  burned  into  the 

soul, 
Emotion  swayed  reason  beyond  her  control — 
"  It's  only  a  girl !  " — *•  O  man,  in  thy  strength, 
Know  that  God  measures  souls  by  their  depths — not 

their  length. 
The  streamlet  may  wind  over  miles  of  fair  earth, 
Yet  bear  on  its  bosom  no  proml  ship  of  worth. 
A  man  may  hold  kingdoms,  and  nations  control — 
What  is  that  to  the.  birth  of  one  beautiful  soul  ? 
The  germ  in  your  strong  arms,  inifolded  with  care, 
ISIay,  like  Harriet  Mosiner  or  Hosa  Honheur, 
Move  the  world  l)y  its  art,  or  lull  it  to  rest 
With  poesy's  magic,  the  balm  of  the  blest. 
The  mission  of  motherhood  !      Man,  do  you  dare 
With  sneers  stain  this  sanctum  sanctorum  of  j)rayer? 
Tills  Holy  of  Holies — this  mightiest  dower? 
Dare  to  scotf  at  the  sex  iu  which  lies  this  power  ? 
Ah !   where  were  the  monarch,  the  duke,  and  the  earl, 
Had  not  each  a  mother — once  *  only  a  girl  ?  ' 
And  whence  came  thy  being,  and  all  the  prou<l  van 
You  marshalleil  in  battle — yes,  every  man  ? 
The  maiinet  that  led  them  throu-jh  storm  and  through 

strife 
Was  a  mother,  a  sister,  a  sweetheart,  or  wife. 
Each  closely  enshrined  iu  his  heart  like  a  pearl. 


And  yet  each  fair  image  was  'only  a  girl.' 

It  was  'only  a  girl '  that  the  Deity  chose 

To  incarnate  the  Christ ;  the  story  in  j)rose 

Sweeps  down  through  the  ages,  like  stars  through  the 

night. 
To  illume  the  world  with  its  God-given  light ; 
'Twas  only  frail  women  that  we|)t  at  the  tomb. 
And  talki'd  with  the  angels  when  Jesus  had  gone, 
And  women  that  bore  the  glad  tidings  to  niau 
That  Christ,  the  IJeloved,  had  risen  again. 
Go  to  the  reeking  battle-fields  of  yore, 
And  read  the  records  writ  in  human  gore, 
Of  woman's  valor,  mercy,  courage,  love. 
And  point  to  me  one  name  that's  carved  above 
The  name  of  woman  in  such  deeds  as  these, 
And  I  will  pray  to  heaven  on  bended  knees 
That  every  child  henceforth  may  be  a  boy, 
That  every  father's  heart  may  leap  with  joy  ; 
But  ere  in  scorn  you  breathe  '  only  a  girl,' 
Beware  lest  you  ignore  a  genuine  pearl." 

91 KN.   A.    E.    N'.   K.,   1885. 

THE    LOVE   OF    GOD. 

1  Like  a  cradle  rocking,  rocking. 

Silent,  peaceful,  to  and  fro  ; 
Like  a  mother's  sweet  looks  dropping 
On  the  little  face  below  ; 

2  Hangs  the  green  earth,  swinging,  turning, 

Jarless,  noiseless,  safe,  and  slow. 
Falls  the  lijrht  of  God's  face  bending 
Down,  and  watching  us  below. 

3  And  as  feeble  babes  that  suffer, 

Toss  and  cry  and  will  not  rest, 
Are  the  ones  the  tender  mother 
Holds  the  closest,  loves  the  best; 

4  So  when  we  are  weak  and  wretched. 

By  ourselves  weighed  down,  distressed, 
Then  it  is  that  God's  great  patience 
Holds  us  closest,  loves  us  best. 

5  O  great  heart  of  God,  whose  loving 

Cannot  hindered  be  nor  crossed  — 
Will  not  weary,  will  not  even 

In  our  death  itself  be  lost! 
G  Love  divine  I  of  such  greal  loving, 

Only  mothers  know  the  cost  — 
Cost  of  love  which,  all  love  passing, 

Gave  itself  to  save  the  lost. 

"SAXK  HOLM." 

MARY    AT  THE    CROSS. 

"  Now  there  stood  by  the  cross  of  Jvsus  his  mother." 

1  O  wondrous  mother !     Since  the  dawn  of  time 
Was  ever  joy,  was  ever  grief  like  thine  l- 

Oh  !  highly  favored  of  thy  joy's  deep  flow, 
And  favored  e'en  in  this,  thy  bitterest  woe! 

2  Poor  was  that  home  in  simple  Nazareth, 

Where  thou,  fair  growing,  like  some  silent  flower, 
Last  of  a  kingly  line,  —  unknown  and  lowly, 
O  desert  lily,  —  passed  thy  childhood's  hour. 


MOTHERHOOD.    SONGH  AND  POEMS. 


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3  Tho  world  knew  not  the  tender,  serious  maiden, 

Wlio,  tlir()iij,'li  (IliJ)  loving  years,  so  hiiciil  grew, 
Filltd  witli  higli  tlioiigiils  and  holy  aspirations, 
Which,  .save    thy   Father,  (jlod's,   no    eye    nii<,dil 
view. 

4  And  then  it  eume,  that  message  from  the  Hii^hcst, 

Sucii  as  to  woman  nt;'i-r  brlort;  descended  ; 
Th'  ahnii;hty  shailitwiny  win<;s   thy  soul   o'erspread. 
And  with  thy  lite  the  Life  of  worhls  was  hlend<  il. 

5  What  visions,  then,  of  future  glory  fille<l  thee, 

Miither  of  King  ami  kingdom  yet  unknown  — 
Mother,  fulliller  of  all  prophecy, 

Wiiich    tlirough   dim   ages   wondering  seers  had 
shown  I 

G  Well  did  tiiy  dark  eye  kindle,  thy  deep  soul 
Kisc  into  itiUows,  and  thy  heart  rejoice  ; 
Then  wok*!  liie  poet's  tire,  the  prophet's  song 

Tuned    witli    strange,   burning    words    tliy    timid 
voice. 

7  Then  in  dark  contrast  came  the  lowly  manger, 

The  outcast  slied,  tlu-  tramp  of  brutal  feet; 

Again,  beiiold  earth's  learned,  and  her  lowly, 

.Sagt's  and  sheplurds.  prostrate  at  tiiy  feeU 

8  Tiien  to  the  temple  hearing,  hark  .  again 

What  strange,  eontlicting  tones  of  pro|)hecy 
Breathe  o'er  the  C'hihl.  foreshadowing  words  of  joy, 
High  triumph,  and  yet  bitter  agony. 

9  Oh  !  hii,ddv  favond  thou,  in  many  an  hour 

Spent  in  lone  muring  with  thy  wondrous  Son, 
Wiien  thou  didst  ga/e  into  tiiat  glorious  eye. 
And  hold  that  mighty  hand  within  thy  own. 

10  Blessed    through  those  thirty  years,  when   in   thy 

dwelling 
lie  lived  a  (Jwl  disguised,  with  unknown  power, 
And    thou.  His  sole  adorer.  —  His  best  love, — 
Tiusting,  revering,  waitedst  for  His  hour. 

1 1  RIesseil  in  that  hour,  when  called  by  opeinng  heaven 

With  eloud,  and  voice,  and  the  l)apti/ing  flame. 
Up    from     the    Jordan    walked    th'    acknowledgtd 
stranger. 
And  awe-struck  crowds  grew  silent  as  lie  came. 

12  Blessed,  when  full  of  grace,  with  glory  crowned. 

He  from  both  hamls  almighty  favors  poured. 
And,  though  He  had  not  wliere  to  lay  His  heail, 
Brought  to  His  feet  alike  the  slave  and  lord. 

13  Crowds    followed;    thousands    shoute<l,    "  Lo,    our 

King  I  " 
Fast    beat   thy  he.-irt  ;   now.  now   the  hour  draws 

iiii;h  : 
Behold  tlie  crown  —  the  throne  I   the  nations  In-nd, 
Ah,  no!  fond  mother,  no!  behold  Ilim  die. 

11   Now  bv  that  ero.'s  thou  tak'st  thy  final  station. 
And  sbar'st  tlu-  last  dark  trial  of  tiiy  Son  ; 
^'ot  \\\\\\  weak  tears  or  woman's  lament.ation, 
But  with  high,  silent  anguisli,  like  lli:i  own. 


15   Hail,  highly  favored,  even  in  this  deep  prusion, 
Hail,  in  this  bitter  anguish — ihou  art  blest  — 
Blest  in  the  holy  |)<)\>er  with  Him  to  suffer 

'I'hosc  deep  tieath-pangs  that  led  to  higlier  rc«U 

IC  All  now  is  darkness  ;  and  in  that  deep  stillness 
The  (lod-man  wrestles  witii  that  miglity  woe; 
Hark  to  that  cry,  the  rock  of  ages  rending  — 
••  'Tis  lini.shed  I  "     Mollier,  all  is  glory  now  ! 

17  Bv  sufferings  mighty  a«  His  mighty  soul 

Hath  the  .lehovah  risen  —  forever  bh-st; 
And  through  all  ages  nmst  His  heart-l^dove<l 
Through  the  same  baptism  enter  the  same  rest. 

BAJiaiCT   IIKKIirU   HToWK,    IFM. 

Kinni  "Tba  Majrilowcr.'' 


WEIGHING   THE    BABY. 

1  ••  How  many  jKiunds  does  the  Imby  weigh  — 

Baby  who  came  a  month  ago? 
How  many  jjounds  from  the  crowning  curl 
To  the  rosy  point  of  liie  restless  toe  i  " 

2  Grandfather  ties  the  'kerchief  knot. 

Tenderly  guides  the  swinging  weight. 
And  carefully  over  his  glasses  |H'ers 
To  read  the  record,  "only  eight." 

3  Softly  the  echo  goes  arounil  ; 

The  father  laughs  at  the  tiny  girl  ; 
The  fair  young  mother  sings  the  wonls. 

While  grandmother  smooths  the  golden  curl, 

4  And  stoo]iing  above  the  precious  thing 

Nestles  a  kiss  within  a  prayer. 
Murmuring  softly,  "  Little  one. 

Grandfather  did  not  weigh  you  fair." 

5  NoIkxIv  weighed  the  b.iby's  smile. 

Or  th(!  love  that  came  with  tin?  helpless  one  ; 
NidwMly  weighed  the  threads  of  care. 
From  which  a  woman's  life  is  spun. 

G  No  inilex  tells  the  mighty  worth 

Of  a  little  baby's  <piiet  breath  — 
A  soft,  unceasing  metronome. 
Patient  and  faithful  until  death. 

7  Nolxxly  weighed  the  baby's  soid. 

For  here  on  e.orth  nor  weight.s  there  be 
Tlnit  could  avail ;  Go«l  only  knows 
Its  value  in  eternity. 

8  Onlv  eight  pounds  to  hold  a  sonl 

That  seeks  no  angel's  silv«'r  wing. 
But  shrines  it  in  this  human  guise. 
Within  so  frail  and  small  a  thing! 

0  O  mother !  Inngh  your  merry  note ; 
He  gay  and  ghwi.  but  diin'l  forget 
Fnun  Iwiby's  «*y<"»  looks  out  a  soid 
That  claims  a  home  in  YaXvu  yet. 

BTBBL  LTIIJI  ■«■■•. 


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WOATAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 

WATCHING  FOR  PA. 


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win  -  dow      seat,  And       ca-ger  pat    -  ter    of    child -ish    feet, 


Six     lit-tle  eyes:  four  bl  ack.lwo  blue  : 

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WHO  WILL  TAKE  CARE  OF  ME? 
OR,  THE  ORPHAN  CHILD. 


Word*  anrj  Mu<k  by  FRANCES  RIDLKY  HAVTROAL.    IWl 


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lie  will  take  care  of  j-dii!  All  tliro' the  day      Jc  -  »us    is    near  yon  to  keep  you  from    ill;  U'alkinjr  or  rest-inj;,  at 

He  will  tnke  rare  of  you!  All  thm' the  night     Je  -  fu.i,  the  Shepht-rtl.Hi'    lit- lie   one  keeps;  Darkneix  In  Him  i«       the 

He  will  take  care  of  you!  All  thro' the   year  Crowningeach  day  with  His  kindneasaml  love,  Send-ini;  vnu  hlrssinpiand 

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an  -  swer  to-day,  One    who      l<      nev  .  er       for -get  -  fnl   or      far! 

les  -  sons  or   play,     Je   -  sus       is     with     roa     and  watching  you  still, 

same    as  Iheli^ht;     He     nev-  er    slum -ben    and  Hr     never    sleep*. 

shield-ing  from  ft-ar,   Lead-inir     you    on       to        the  brii;hl  home  a  -  bore, 
have  such      •    friend ;  He    will    not  leave  yon    ooe  roo  -  meat  •  -  lone. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


AUCTIONING    OFF    THE    BABY. 


FIRST   STEPS. 


1  Wliat  am  I  offirt'tl  for  bahy  ? 

Dainty,  (lin>iihMl  and  swi-et, 
From  tlu-  (  uil.s  alKJvo  liis  foruiiead 

To  the  hcaiitiful   rosy  feet, 
From  the  lips  of  tiie  wee  pink  fingers 

To  the  lij^iit  of  the  clear  hrown  eye; 
Wliat  am  I  olferwl  for  baby  ? 

Wlio'll  buy  ?  who'll  buy  ?  w  ho'll  buy  ? 

2  What  am  I  oflFered  for  baby  ? 

"  A  shopful  of  sweets  ?  "     Ah  no  ! 
Tliat's  too  much  beiieatli  his  value 

Who  is  sweetest  of  all  below  I 
Tlie  nauiility,  l>eautiful  darlinn; ! 

One  kiss  from  his  rosy  mouth 
Is  better  than  all  tlie  dainties 

Of  East,  or  West,  or  South  ! 

3  What  am  I  offered  for  baby  ? 

"•A  pile  of  gold  ?  "     Ah,  dear. 
Your  gold  is  t(X)  hard  and  heavy 

To  purchase  my  brightness  here. 
Would  the  treasures  of  all  the  mountains 

Far  itk  the  wonderfnl  lands. 
Be  worth  the  clinging  and  clasping 

Of  those  dear  little  peaeh-bloou»  hands? 

4  So  what  am  I  offered  for  baby  ? 

"  A  rope  of  diamonds  ?  "     Nay, 
If  your  brilliants  were  larger  and  brighter 

Than  stars  in  the  Milky-way, 
Would  they  ever  be  half  so  jjrecious 

As  the  light  of  those  lustrous  eyes, 
Still  full  of  the  heavenly  glory 

They  brought  from  bey  ond  the  skies  ? 

5  Then  what  am  I  offered  for  baby  ? 

"  A  heart  full  of  love  and  a  kiss  ;  " 
Well,  if  anything  ever  could  tempt  me, 

'T  would  Ix^  such  an  offer  as  this  I 
But  how  can  I  know  if  yoiu-  loving 

Is  tender  and  true  and  divine 
Enough  to  re))ay  what  I'm  giving 

In  sellius  this  sweetheart  of  mine  ? 


1  Hush  !  the  baby  stands  alone — 

Hold  your  breath  and  watch  her; 
Now  she  takes  a  ste]) — just  one — 

Wavers,  stops.     Quick,  catch  her  ! 
Courage  !     Life's  first  step  will  cost. 

Now  again  she's  trying. 
One,  two — three  !  she  walks,  almost, 

Trembling,  stumbling,  crying. 

2  Preoions  baby  !  up  once  more, 

Tiny  feet  advancing. 
Little  arms  stretched  out  before, 

Bright  eyes  ui)war<l  glancing, 
Whei'e  mamma,  with  cheering  smile, 

To  her  darling  beckons, 
Softly  coaxing  baby,  while 

Her  first  steps  she  reckons  : 

3  One,  two,  three — Oh  !  she  will  walk 

Now,  before  we  know  it ; 
Hear  her  sweet-voiced  baby -talk, 

Little  bird,  or  poet ! 
Prattling,  toddling,  there  she  goes, 

Stepping  off  so  proudly. 
Turning  in  her  untauglit  toes, 

Pleased,  then  laughing  loudly. 

4  First  exploit  of  self-content ; 

Now  she's  growing  bolder. 
Strength  and  courage  yet  unspent, 

One  can  hardly  hold  her. 
So  she  presses  to  advance 

In  her  baby-learning — 
Pulls  so — Ah  !  by  what  mischance 

Is  this  overturning ! 

5  There  lies  baby  on  the  floor, 

Sprawling,  rolling,  screaming! 
Are  life's  first  attempts  so  poor  ? 

Baby  was  but  dreaming 
When  she  felt  so  bold  and  strong  ; 

Gladly  now  she's  clinging 
To  the  one  whose  soothing  song 

Back  her  smile  is  bringing. 


6  So  we  will  not  sell  the  baby  ! 

Your  gold  and  gems  and  stuff. 
Were  they  ever  so  ran;  and  precious, 

AVouM  never  be  half  enough  ! 
For  what  would  we  care,  my  dearie. 

What  glory  the  world  put  on. 
If  our  brantiful  darling;  were  going; 

If  our  beautiful  darling  were  gone  ! 


lu  "Widu  Awaka." 


Hurts  are  cured  by  mamma's  kiss. 

IJrave  again  as  ever, 
See  the  plucky  little  miss 

Make  her  Iwst  endeavor  ; 
Walks  right  off — the  darling  pet — 

Bush  now  to  caress  her  ! 
Come  what  will  of  first  steps  yet, 

AJl  good  angels  bless  her  ! 


KLIZABETn   C    KIKNEY.  1881 


Id  "St.  NichoUa." 


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SYMPATHY. 

OR  THE  MOTHER'S  CURE. 

1  What,  art  thou  liurt,  Sweet  ?     So  am  I, 

Cut  to  the  heart ; 

Though  I  UKiy  neither  moan  nor  cry, 

To  ease  the  smart. 

2  Wliore  was  it,  Love  ?     Just  liere  ?     So  wide 

I'pon  thy  clieek  ? 

0  happy  pain  tliai  mcds  no  pride, 

And  may  (hire  sj)oak! 

3  Lay  liere  thy  pretty  liead.     One  touch 

Will  heal  its  worst; 
While  I,  whose  wound  hleeds  overmuch, 
Go  all  unnursed. 

4  There,  Sweet !     liun  hack  now  to  thy  play  ; 

Forget  thy  woes. 
I,  too,  was  sorely  liurt  this  day  — 
But  no  one  knows. 

UHACC  DCNin  LITrHrici.Ii,  I8St. 
In  the  "AUaiitx  " 

A    FATHERS    STORY. 

1  "  Jumj)  into  my  arms,  my  darling," 

I  cried  to  my  little  Kay, 
As  he  sto<Hl  on  the  edge  of  a  jutting  roof 

Wlure  \w  had  clindMHl  to  play  ; 
But  whence  in  fiar  he  was  gazing 

Some  safe  descent  to  find. 
lie  obeyed  my  call,  then  laughed  in  glee 

As  my  neck  his  arms  entwinetl 
With  a  close,  warm  rlasj).  rejoicing 

As  I  l)ore  him  swift  along:  — 
"  I  wasn't  afraid,  papa,"  said  he, 

'•  For  I  knew  your  arms  were  strong!  " 

2  O  simi)le  faith  of  childhoo<l ! 

Would  mine  wert^  as  firm  and  grand; 
Thro'  all  the  years  of  my  pilgrimage 
From  my  Father's  bounteous  hand, 

1  have  seen  along  my  pathway, 

His  tender  care  to  prove. 
Each  day  the  manna  of  Heavenly  grace  — 

The  blossoms  of  Heavenly  love  ; 
I  have  felt  His  arms  around  me, 

A  refuge  in  sore  distress. 
In  darkness  and  danger  His  light  has  shone 

My  guidi-  thro'  the  wilderness  ; 

3  On  tlie  fateful  tidd  of  battle. 

When  terrible  w;us  my  net^. 
With  liosts  He  h.is  come  to  my  defence. 

To  victory  to  lead. 
And  yet  when  some  new  shadow 

Al>out  me  seems  to  lower 
I  ofttimes  treml»le  in  sad  dismar. 

So  weak  in  that  trying  hour. 
Fain  wouhl  I  triHt  that  compa-tsion 

That  has  shellcrod  me  all  along. 

Fain  would  I  conlidi>  in  the  darkc>>t  hour. 

For  '•  my  Father's  arms  arc  strong." 

■  rrt  L  K.  thoidii.  UO. 


TAKE    MY    HAND. 

1  ♦•  Please  take  my  hand,"  she  lispotl  wiili  a  tear 

On  the  baby -Lushes   swccl. 
For  tanglc«l  viia-s  in  t!ic  pathless  wood 
Were  tripping  the  tired  feet. 

2  Then  on  with  a  child's  meek  trust  she  went, 

Content  with  her  iiand  in  mine. 
Till  we  saw  the  welcome  lights  of  homt: 
In  the  gathering  darkness  shine. 

3  Thus  let  me.  Lord,  with  my  hand  in  Thine, 

Through  the  tangled  mazes  go. 
Till  the  golden  lamps  of  I'aradise 

Through  the  gloom  of  evening  glow. 

MARY  n  iii.cinnr. 

Sm  ilwbtf.  N.  Y.     IIM. 

WAIT    FOR   THE    WINGS. 

1  My  little  maiden  of  four  years  old — 

No  mytli,  but  a  genuine  child  is  she, 
With  her  bronzobrown  eyes  anil  her  curls  of  gold — 
Came  (|uite  in  di>gust,  oiu;  day,  to  me  ; 

2  Kubbing  her  shoulder  with  rosy  palm, 

(.\s  tile  loafhsouie  touch  seemed  yet  tn  thrill  her), 
She  erie<l.  "O  mother  I  I  found  on  my  arm 
A  horrible,  cniwliug  caterpillar  I  " 

3  And    with    mischievous    smile    she    couM     searrely 

smother. 
Yet  a  look,  in  its  d.iring,  half-awe<l  and  shy. 
She  adde<l,  "  While  they  were  alxmt  it,  mother, 
I  wished  they'd  jusi  linishi-il   the  butterfly  !" 

4  They  were  worils  to  the  thoughts  of  the  soul  that  turns 

From  the  coarser  form  of  a  partial  growth, 
Reproacliing  the  infinite  patience  that  yearns 
With  .in  unknown  glory  to  crown  them  both  ! 

5  Ah  !  look  thou  largely,  with  lenient  eyes. 

On  what.so  Ix'side  thee  may  creep  and  eling. 
For  the  |K)ssible  Ix-aoty  that  underlies 

The  passing  phnise  of  the  meanest  thing  I 

6  What  if  (tod's  great  angels,  whosi;  waiting  love 

Iteholdelh  our  pitiful  life  Im-Iow, 
From  the  holy  height  of  their  heaven  above. 

Couldn't  bear  with  the  worm  till  the  wings  should 
grow  ? 

MM.  k.  D.  T.  wnrrxKT.    IMl 

"WILL  GOD  KNOW  ME.  WHEN  IM  THERE?" 

1  Little  hands  on  the  window  re*l, 

I  rider  the  head  of  sunny  ctirls, 
Fair  a.H  the  stars  on  evening's  breast. 
That  kanner  of  night  unfurls. 

2  Eyes  that  have  raucht  the  misty  hue 

Of  the  depths  of  summer  air. 
Ask  with  the  lips  so  tender,  trtip  :  — 

"Mother,  will  ( i<Kl  know  me  when  I'm  lher«>  ?** 


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WOMAy^  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


3  Oh  !  the  wisdom  of  tiny  years, 

Sfiirct'  thrici-told  on  the  wave  of  time ! 
AVitli  pcrftct  love  that  knew  no  fj-ars, 
From  mothiT  to  God,  one  step  to  climb! 

4  Was  it  u  flutter  of  anj^el  \vin<;s  ? 

Or  was  it  the  soni{  of  serapii  rare  ? 
That  a  voice  we  love  in  silence  sinj^s : 
"AIotluT,  God  knows  me  I  I  am  there  !  " 

E.HTIIER  T.    IIOU8B. 

BratUeboro,  Vt.     1884. 
In  "  Womaa  at  Work." 


IN    TWILIGHT. 

1  "  I'm  so  big,  mamma,"  and  the  little  hand 

Marked  where  her  brown  head  reached  against  the 
wail  ; 
"Don't  hold  me,  mamma,  I  don't  need  your  arm 
Around  me  ;  such  a  larsje  mrl  cannot  fall." 

2  The  twiliudit  shadows  gathered  o'er  the  hills, 

A  childish  iigure  nestled  close  to  me  ; 
"  I'm  such  a  little  girl,"  she  pleading  said, 

'•  Please,  mamma,  take  your  baby  on  your  knee." 

3  Flushed  warm  with  youthful  home  and  pride, 

*•  The  world  is  ours  to  have  and  hold,"  we  cry ; 
"  We'll  conquer  it  alone  ;  no  help  we  need  ; 
Courage  like  ours  fails  not  of  victory." 

4  But  when  the  shadows  of  declining  years 

Over  our  pathway  fall,  we  humbly  pray, 

"  Dear  Father,  take  us  in  Thy  sheltering  arms, 

We  are  such  children,  put  us  not  away." 

8ALUE  J.   WBITK. 
In  "  Youth's  Companion,"    1883. 

LITTLE    FEET. 

1  Two  little  feet  so  small  that  both  may  nestle 

In  one  caressing  hand, 
Two  tender  feet  upon  the  untried  border 
Of  life's  mysterious  land. 

2  Dimpled  and  soft  and  pink  as  peach-tree  blossoms 

In  April's  fragrant  days. 
How  can  they  walk  among  the  briery  tangles. 
Edging  the  world's  rough  ways  ? 

3  These  white-rose  feet  along  the  doubtful  future 

Must  bear  a  woman's  load  ; 
Alas  !     Since  woman  has  the  heaviest  burden 
And  walks  the  hardest  road. 

4  Love  for  awhile  will  make  the  path  before  them 

All  dainty,  smooth  and  fair — 
Will  cull  away  the  brambles,  letting  only 
The  roses  blossom  there, 

5  But  when  the  mother's  watchful  eyes  are  shrouded 

Away  from  the  siirht  of  men, 
And  these  dear  feet  are  left  without  her  guiding, 
Who  shall  direct  tluui  then  ? 

6  Will  they  go  stumbling  blindly  in  the  darkness 

Of  sorrow's  tearful  shadi's. 
Or  find  tlnf  upland  slopes  of  peace  and  beauty 
Whose  bunlij'ht  never  fades  ? 


7  Will  they  go  toiling  up  ambition's  summit. 

The  common  world  above. 
Or,  in  some  nameless  vale,  securely  sheltered, 
Walk  side  by  side  with  love  ? 

8  Some  feet  there  be    which    walk  life's   track  un- 

wounded, 

Which  find  but  pleasant  ways  ; 
Some  hearts  there  be  to  which  this  life  is  only 
A  round  of  hapjjy  days  ; 

9  But  they  are  few.     Far  more  there  are  who  wander 

Without  a  hope  or  friend  ; 
Who  find  their  journey  full  of  pains  and  losses. 
And  long  to  reach  the  end. 

10  How  shall  it  be  with  her,  the  tender  stranger. 

Fair-faced  and  gentle-eyed, 
Before  whose  unstained  feet  the  world's  rude  high- 
way 

Stretches  so  strange  and  wide  ? 

11  Ah  !  who  may  read  the  future  ?     For  our  darling 

We  crave  all  blessings  sweet, 
And  pray  that  He  whq.  feeds  the  crying  ravens 
Will  guide  the  baby's  feet. 

rLOBKNCE  PEBCr. 


GROWING. 

1  Baby  is  only  one  year  old. 

Fair  and  sweet  as  a  daffodilly  ; 
Hair  as  bright  as  the  crinkled  gold 
Hid  in  the  heart  of  a  water-lily. 

2  Baby  is  only  two  years  old, 

Tongue  like  a  piping  bob-o'-lincoln. 
Trills  more  songs  than  can  e'er  be  told. 
Or  ever  a  birdie  would  dare  to  think  on. 

3  Baby  is  only who's  been  stealing 

Out  of  my  arms  and  off  ray  knee 
My  baby  ?     The  gypsy  years  came  kneeling. 
And  stole  my  baby  away  from  me. 

AKNA  F.    BURKBAM,    1883. 

Ainberst,  Haaa. 


BABY   ALTA. 

1  Come  hither,  hither,  little  one  ! 

O  darling,  come  to  me — 
Thou  rosebud  drifting  on  the  waves 

Of  Life's  unfathomed  sea  ! 
And  may  it  e'er  reflect,  as  now. 
Sweet-glancing  smiles  and  angel  brow ! 

2  Come  with  thy  rosy,  pouting  lips. 

And  bright  cheeks  all  aglow. 
And  glad,  blue  eyes  that  laugh  beneath 

Thy  brow's  unshadowed  snow  ! 
And  may  its  snow,  through  calm  or  strife, 
But  typify  thy  stainless  life. 


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3  Come  with  thy  swcot  lips  dropping  i)earl8, 

As  the  fiiiry-maid  of  old, 
And  voii-f  utiiiiicd  Id  tlif  iiiu<(i('  birds 

In  tliu  hidden  fitiiy-world  ! 
Yc-l  I  nuiy  not  |>niy  tliat  life  may  bo 
A  fairy -hiiid,  sweet  one,  to  tliuu. 

4  For  othi-r  purpose  wert  thou  sent, 

O  child  whose  eyes  of  h^ht 
Speak  wistfully  of  enrncst  thought, 

^VIl()st•  tendrils  seek  tiie  Iij;ht. 
Oil  I    may  they  find  sure  proji  and  stay 
Till  they  have  gained  the  "  perfect  day  !  " 

5  Thy  pnrt!  th()U>;lits  come  and  go  like  stars, 

Swift-Hashing,  clouds  between, 
And  soft  reflected  from  bright  waves 

'Tween  banks  of  sunny  green — 
Perfect  and  holy,  living  stars. 
Whose  light  no  watery  medium  mars. 
G  I  plead,  O  blue-eyed,  sinless  one, 

T!iat  the  years  with  trancpnl  flow 
May  bear  thee  from  Youth's  Kden-land 

To  moorings  safe,  though  low. 
Where  high,  pure  thoughi>.  that  bless  life's  even, 
May  light  thy  path  from  eaith  to  heaven. 

MAIIIIIK  A.  roVMK. 

Viiiiiii  Star,  Kr. 
In  "Chlcjco  TriJiuii  ." 

LITTLE   STEENIE. 

1  Sturdy  Steenit',  rosivcheeked,  bright-eyed, 

Stamling  at  the  open  door. 
Bidding  me  good-bye  with  kisses 

And  with  promises  a  score  — 
"  I'll  be  just  as  good  as  —  apples  I 

'Hey  my  aunties  and  not  cry, 
Nof  tease  Mabe  or  wake  the  baby 

Till  you  comes,  mamma,  —  good-b^e  !  " 

2  So  I  started,  musing  softly. 

On  the  blessings  (lod  had  given 
lu  my  childrt-n  —  "  Sun  ly,"  said  I, 

"  They  are  cherubs  straye<l  from  heaven  ! 
Hearts  so  full  of  tender  loving, 

Kyes  with  earnest  impulse  bright  — 
Round  them  still  then!  seems  to  linger 

llalos  of  celestial  light  !" 

3  Two  hours'  labor,  homo  returning 

Languiilly,  with  weary  feet, 
Stan<ling  in  the  self-same  doorway 

Litth;  Mabe  I  chance<l  to  greet; 
Bright  blue  eyes  all  flushed  with  weeping, 

Lips  a-<piiver,  cheeks  a-tlame  ; 
Eagerly,  to  pour  her  sorrows 

Into  mamma's  ears,  she  came. 

4  "  Mamma.  Sieenie's  been  so  naughty  ! 

First  he  told  aunt  Sallie  '  won't,' 
Then  he  scratched  my  little  table. 

Though  I  asketl  him  '  j)lease  to  don't  I  ' 
Then  he  screeched  and  waked  the  bal)y. 

Frightened  him  most  to  a  tit. 
And  when  aunt  Helle  calle<l  him  naughty. 

Said  he  didn't  care  a  bit ! 


5  "Then  ho  made  a  face  at  Dolly, 

Said  she  was  an  'ugly  sing,' 
Said  some  day  he's  going  to  hang  her 

To  the  door-knob  with  a  string. 
Then  I  told  him  if  he  did  it 

You  would  send  hint  right  to  In-d, 
So  he  lhum|Md  uie  on  the  sliouhkr,  — 

See  the  place  —  it's  awful  reil ! 

C  '•  Wlien  he  saw  you  coming,  mamma, 

lU;  hid  hisself  behiiKi  the  door, 
And  he's  wearing  out  his  slip|H-rs, 

I'oundin'  with  'em  on  the  floor. 
Mamma,  if  he  is  so  wicke<l. 

Does  so  many  drefTul  things. 
Will  he  ever  Ije  an  angel 

I'p  in  heaven  with  shiny  wings?" 

7  With  a  sudden  jerk,  my  visions 

Of  celestial  cherubs  fled. 
Frowningly  my  brows  <ontracted  ; 

In  an  accent  stern,  I  said, 
"Couie  to  me,  you  naughty  fellow  ! 

What  are  all  thes*;  things  I  hear? 
Kude  to  aunties  !  striking  hister! 

I  must  punish  you,  I  fear !  " 

8  From  his  stronghold  came  the  culprit. 

Seeming  not  at  all  afniid  ; 
Hound  his  mouth  the  dimples  lurking, 

Brown  eyes  iM-aming  undixinayed  ; 
By  my  knee  he  took  his  station, 

Small  detiance  in  his  air. 
Answering  only  to  my  chiilings 

Saucily,  "  I  doesn't  care  !  " 

9  In  my  eyes  the  tear-<lrnp»  started. 

Anger  giving  place  to  pain, 
"  O  my  Iwiiy,  how  you  grieve  me  ! 

Are  my  teachings  ull  in  vain  f  " 
Suililenly.  two  arms  were  round  me  — 

Little  fingers  softly  drew 
Down  my  f|uiv'ring  lips  to  meot  his, 

"  Kiss  me  mamma  —  I  loves  —  t/ott  f  " 

10  Tliis  was  all  of  his  confession  ; 

All  his  plea  for  panloning  grace. 
Yet  I  knew  that  I  h.id  coixpiered 

By  the  love-light  in  his  fa<e,  — 
So  I  gave  him  absolution. — 

Though  I  |>ondere<l  stidly  still 
On  this  mingleil  human  nature. 

Half  of  goo<l,  and  half  of  ill. 

1 1  Inwanlly  I  praye*!  for  wisdom, 

.Safe  my  little  Iwind  to  guide 
Thniugh  the  perils  that  Uset  them. 

Hedge  them  in  on  every  side. 
And  an  answer  seeme<l  to  reach  mc, 

.Softly  falling  from  al»ove, 
'•  Safest  guani  and  guide,  O  mother. 

Is  the  holy  power  of  low.  f  " 

Aii«A  u  arra. 


iJvSd 


WOMAy  /A'  SACRED  SONO. 


AS    LITTLE    CHILDREN. 

1  Hourly  my  little  child  with  flying  feet. 

And  clictks  ail  llusliud  with  happy  play, 
Couus  calling  to  mu  in  her  voice  so  sweet : 
"  Aluuima,  }  ou  were  too  far  away  !  " 

2  Tlicn.  for  a  little  space,  quiet  she  lies 

Within  my  foliling  arms,  her  face 
Turned  upward,  while  her  smiling,  trustful  eyes 
Tell  her  content  in  that  embrace. 

3  Sometimes,   wlieu  Joy  has  seemed  to  us  akin, 

Smiling  upon  us  with  fresh  grace  each  day. 
There  comes  a  sudden,  thrilling  want  within  — 
Our  Father  is  too  far  away  ! 

4  Ah  !    could  we  then,  as  He  would  have  us  do, 

F^lv  to  our  refuge  near  His  heart, 
The  joys  of  life  would  glow  and  bloom  anew, 
When,  childlike,  told  to  Him  apart. 

5  Or.  when  our  souls  are  dumb  with  mighty  pain, 

Could  we  but  mutely  reach  His  side, 
His  love  would  know  it  all,  and  we  would  gain 
Perxe  like  a  river,  full  and  wide. 

EDITH   EDDV   LYONS,   1884. 

Detroit,  Mich. 

NED'S    SUGGESTION. 

1  "  Where  did  you  buy  her,  mamma?" 

Asked  three-year-old  Ned  of  me, 
As  he  leaned  o'er  the  dainty  cradle 
His  "  new  little  sister"  to  see. 

2  "  An  angel  brought  her,  darling," 

I  answered,  and  he  smiled. 
Then  softly  bent  his  curly  head, 
And  kissed  the  sleeping  child. 

3  But  a  sudden  change  came  over  him 

And  he  said,  "  If  I'd  a  been  you, 
While  I  was  about  it,  mamma, 
I'd  have  caught  the  angel,  too!  " 

LOUISE  B.  SMITH. 
In  "  St.  Nicholas." 


CRYING    FOR   THE    MOON. 

In  the  nurse's  arms  one  night. 

In  tlie  balmy  month  of  June, 
Lay  a  baby,  spent  and  tired 
With  crying  for  the  moon, 
And  so  loftily  we  smiled, 
Said,  "  Poor,  silly  little  child ! 
He'll  know  better  .soon." 
Vainly  had  lu;  tried  to  leap 

Up  toward  the  glowing  sky. 

And  because  kintl  Love  n^strained 

He  only  could  fret  and  cry  ; 

And  we  said,  and  proudly  smiled, 
"  llr'U  know  better,  silly  child! 
Hetlcr,  bv-aiid-bv." 


3  Will  he  ?     Please  to  tell  me  when  ; 

I  don't  think  it  will  be  soon. 
If  lie's  like  nio^t  other  men 

He  will  always  want  the  moon. 
As  a  boy,  he'll  want  the  toys 
And  ponies  of  far  richer  boys ; 

These  will  be  his  moon. 

4  As  a  j'outh,be  in  distress 

For  some  beauty  rich  and  fair. 
For  some  furniture  or  dress. 

For  some  toy  he  counteth  rare. 
And  far  older  men  will  say  : 
"  He'll  grow  wiser  every  day  ; 

Wiser,  unaware." 

5  As  a  man  he'll  sigh  for  wealth. 

Long  for  power,  and  hope  for  fame ; 
And  because  he  gets  them  not 
Idly  miirnnir,  wrongly  blame. 
Crying  still  for  some  great  boon 
Far  above  him  as  the  moon  ; 
Babe  and  man  the  same. 
C  Oh  I   'tis  well  some  mighty  arm 
Is  around  us  everywhere. 
Many  a  fall  we  all  should  have 
But  for  that  strong,  loving  care  ; 
For  life  has  no  greater  boon 
Than  the  love  that  wliispers  "  No," 
And  that  will  not  let  us  go 
When  crying  for  tlie  moon. 

LILLIE  E.  BAKB.     1882. 
New  York  City. 

CHRIST   AND    THE    LITTLE    ONES. 

1  "  The  Master  has  come  over  Jordan," 

Said  Hannah,  the  mother,  one  day  ; 
"  He  is  healing  the  peoj)le  who  throng  Him 

With  a  touch  of  His  finger,  they  say. 
And  so  I  will  carry  the  children, 

Littie  Rachel,  and  Samuel,  and  John  ; 
I  shall  carry  the  baby  Kstlicr, 

For  the  Lord  to  look  upon." 

2  The  father  looked  at  her  kindly. 

But  he  shook  his  head  and  smiled  : 
"  Ah !  who  but  a  doting  mother 

Would  think  of  a  thing  so  wild? 
If  the  children  were  tortured  by  demons, 

Or  dying  of  fever,  't  were  well ; 
Or  had  they  the  taint  of  the  leper, 

Like  many  in  Israel." 

3  "  Nay,  do  not  hinder  nie,  Nathan  ! 

I  feel  such  a  burden  of  care ; 
If  I  carry  it  to  the  Master 

Perha|)s  I  shall  leave  it  there. 
If  IK'  lay  His  hand  on  the  children 

My  heart  will  be  lighter,  I  know, 
For  a  blessing  forever  and  ever 

Will  follow  tliein  as  they  go." 


MOTHERHOOD.     THE  NURSERY. 


067 


4  So  over  the  hills  of   Judiih, 

Aloii^'  by  the  vino-rows  green, 
With  l-f-tlur  a.sit«i.  on  her  ho.som. 

Villi  ll:i(h<l  h.r  hiotlu-rs  between  ; 
'Mom-  the  \n'o\>U^  who  hung  on   His  teaching, 

Oi"w:iite(i  His  touch  or  His  word; 
Throu.'h  the  row  of  proud  I'hurisees  listening, 
She^pressud  to  the  feet  of  the  Lord. 

5  "  Now  whv  shouldst  thou  hinder  the  Master," 

Said  I'eter,  "  with  ehildreii  like  these  .'' 
Seest  not  how  from  morning  to  evening 

He  teach.!tli,  :ind  heuleth  disease  .'' 
Then  Christ  sai-l  :    "  Forbid  not  theehildren  ; 

r.rmit  them  to  come  unto  Me  ;  " 
And  II"  tooiv  in  His  arms  little  Esther, 

And  Kaclud  He  set  on  His  knee. 

6  And  the  heavy  heart  of  the  mother 

Was  lifted  all  earth-care  above. 
As  He  laid  His  hands  on  the  brothers  g 

And  blessed  them  with  tenderest  love  ;— 
As  He  said  of  the  babes  in  His  bfjsom  :     ^^ 

"Of  such  is  the  Kingtlom  of  Heaven  ; 
And  >treuiith  for  all  <luty  ami  trial 

That  hour  to  her  spirit  was  given. 

CKAMA    LOCKK   IV.MLKY 

K.tmct  from alcttcr  from  Rc».  Wm.  f^^od.U.  D.  D..  of  Cou**nliu..i,U-. 
Turkuy,  to  Rcr.  Dr   Prime,  of  New  York  :- 

••  I  come  to  «k  »  ,pt^lal  faror  of  too.  m  :  that  you  wUI  «e  that  .-cct 
.tag  r  in  I«.ol.  «..l  eompo«r.  Mr  — .  and  «*  him  to  n»k' a  tu^or  ^ 

that  beautiful  hymn  beginuins  with.  •  The  Master  ha.  come  orer  JorUn. 
Thctu„e.houUlbeaTerT,lmp.e  one.  and  .ui..^  '"."■'  r"^^; 
th»t  Hll  Chri.stian  mother,  i..  the  world  may  learn  ^.  .mg  t  by  hearing  It 
once  We  sh:.n  pray  t^i  BnUher-  -  -  n»y  be  .here  John  »«  "» 
the  I.or,r.  .Uy  (not  in  exile,  but  in  the  .plrit).  and  m»y  be  a«irt«.l  to 
m  vk«  a  tuue  which  .hall  In-  ,ung  in  eTery  land  and  by  eTery  tongne.  noi 
Zj  till  th.  be,ianing  of  the  M.llennium.  but  rtimight  through  tUl  the 
Tery  end  of  It.  and  eren  far  beyond." 

THOUGHTS   ON    BABY'S    HAND. 

1  Will  it  ever  grow  hard  with  toiling  ? 

Will  it  ever  be  stained  with  crime  ? 
Will  it  wield  the  pen  of  the  gifted. 
And  trace  out  its  soul-song  in  rhyme  ? 

2  Will  it  soften  the  pillow  of  sickness. 

And  smooth  out  the  wrinkles  of  care  ? 
Will  it  guide  the  steps  of  the  penitent. 
And  point  to  the  altar  of  prayer  ? 

3  Will  these  wee,  waxen  fingers, 

Which  now  lie  tjuiet  in  mine. 
Be  rough  and  harsh  when  years  have  flown. 
Or  be  white  and  wear  jewels  that  shine  ? 

4  Dear,  de.ar  little  hand  full  of  dimples, 

Mv  wish  is  that  wlien  childhoKl  h:i3  flown, 
Thyehvsp  may  Im-  true,  and  each  that  meeta  yours 
Mav  be  as  sincere  as  thine  own. 

5  Reeeivin;:  and  uivini:  and  blessing. 

Pressed  onlv  in  friendship  an.l  love. 
And,  when  it  no  longer  h.i.«  earth-work  to  do. 
Join  hands  with  the  angels  above. 

Him.  A   B.  mc'SAHiw.  laN. 


THE    ROBINS    FUNERAL. 


A  Maying,  the  lilth-  on.-s,  .lesnie  ami  I'hil — 
H<-r  iiair  nk«-  the  nuwulight  on  torrent  and  rill. 
His  eyes  the  dark  waters  where  ha/.eU  dr<K)p  low, 
Her  cheek  pink  arbutus  half  liidden   in  snow, 
His  lips  red  as  berries  in  mosses  that  lie. 
The  violet  mirrors  it.s  blue  in  her  eye  ; 
And  riiilip  her  King,  in  his  armor  of  gr«-vn. 
Trails  all  his  bright  biinners  to  Jessie  his  t^ueen. 

Lo,  out  on  the  lawn  a  re.l  robin  asleep! 
Their  laughu-r  has  die.l  a.s  the  sing.-r  they  weep, 
And  all  the  rich  sj.oil  they  had  found  in  the  woml 
Lies  here  at  the  feet  of  their  lost  Hobin  HikxI. 
"And  we  were  so  happy."    nioani'<l  Je^^ie  ;   "behold 
His  beautiful  breast-plate  of  crimson  and  gold. 
The  soft  little  throat  where  the  music  wa.s  iiorn. 
Yet  his  soul  is  alivi — it  was  well  in  the  morn. 

;  "But  he  must  be  burie<l  (his  bo«ly,  you  know). 
Bring  the  white  Chri>tma.s  box,  and  «lo.  IMiilip,  move 

slow. 
Here's  moss  for  his  pillow  ;  .nneniones  sweii 
Shall  circle  his  wings  and  sinih-  up  from  his  f.-«-t  ; 
This  tinv  white  star  in  his  bright  little  bill- 
lb-  shali  lie  Ixre  •  in  state  *  for  an  hour.  Brother  IMiil, 
And  mamma  will  be  the  chief   mourner— she  knew 
This  very  same  robin   before  she  saw  you." 

4  Wliitc  ribbon,  white  flowers  for  thrw.  "  Robin  Adair," 
Small  dimpled  white  fingers  playinl  funeral  air  ; 
A  grave  by  the  arbor  ;  a  snowy  cxnl  s^iid 
In 'a  chilli's  tender  text,  that  a  singer  was  diad. 
O  trusting  young  heart-s !  if  ccdd  reason  d<nies 
The  ho|K^t"hat  lights  up  your  great  in.iocent  eyes — 
God  grant  our  dead  robins  may  sing  to  us  yet 
In  the  faith  of  a  love  that  can  never  forgeU 

nrLO  ucii. 
la  "Springfleld  Republican.* 


"WAIT   TILL    I    GET    RICH. 

1  Dark  the  night,  and  dn-.-irv 

Moaned  the  wintry  wind. 
Cheerless  and  a-weary. 

For  my  rest  I  pineil ; 
But  my  task  unended 

On  my  laj)  was  spread, 
T-o-sk  on  which  depemh-d 

All  the  morrow's  bread. 

2  At  my  oWtow  blinking. 

Nc'lding.  half  a-«h-ep. 
Striving  spite  his  winking 

Wide  awake  to  keep. 
Sat  my  Ixiy.  my  treasure, 

All  earth  held  for  me. 
Sharer  of  my  pba-surc, 

I'ride  and  jtoverty. 


CSS 


WOAfAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


.1  SomotliiiijT  pauijht  Iiis  vision, 

Mavlu!  't  was  a  tear, 
AVrostid  from  its  prison 

By  llie  i»i,i;lit-\viii(l  drear  ; 
One  kiss,  tlien  anotlier, 

Checked  my  jiurposed  stitch, 
"  Never  mind,  mother. 

Wait  till  I  (jet  rich!" 

4  Bless  the  voice  so  cheery ! 

liless  tlie  words  he  spoke  ! 
Fron)  my  shoulders  weury 

SliplHid  the  chafing  yoke  ; 
Swiftly,  as  though  fairy 

Tip|K.d  it  with  her  wand, 
O'er  the  fabric  airy 

Flew  my  quickened  hand. 

5  Soon  the  will  that  speeded 

Stayed  the  blust'ring  gale; 
Soon  my  task  completed 

From  my  lingers  fell ; 
Wreatiied  in  every  gather, 

Bound  in  every  stitch — 
"  Never  mind,  mother, 

Wait  tiU  I  get  rich!" 

6  Sealed  in  happy  slumber 

Now,  the  eyes  of  blue  ; 
From  each  cow'ring  ember 

Light  had  faded  too ; 
But  a  star  had  risen 

On  my  darksome  lot, 
Lighting  in  her  prison 

Long-benighted  Thought : 

7  And  in  fancy  winiiinfir 

Uown  tlie  commg  years, 
Ho|>e  kept  blithely  singin<» 

In  my  listening  ears 
This  song — and  none  other 

Could  my  siren  pitch — 
"  Never  mind,  mother. 

Wait  till  I  get  rich  /  " 

8  So  I  bore  my  tre;isure 

To  his  trundle-bed. 
With  a  gladder  measure 

In  my  lightened  tread  ; 
And  I  kissed  him  over 

Lips,  and  cheek,  and  brow.. 
Raj)tured  as  a  lover 

O'er  his  maiden's  vow. 

9  Well  I  knew  my  laddie 

Never  rich  might  l)e  ; 
That  the  feet  so  ready 

E'en  might  stray  from  me; 
But  I  blessed  the  token 

Of  a  hopeful  heart ; 
'T  w'as  though  (Jod  had  spoken 

To  myself  apart. 


10    Twas  though,  outward  peering 
At  the  darkling  sky, 
Dart  and  danger  fearing, 

God  spake,"" It  is  I!" 
'Twas  though,  seaward  veering, 

Dreaded  rocks  ahead, 
O'er  the  waves  came  cheering 

God's  "  Be  not  afraid  !  " 
11  Now,  with  vision  lengthened, 

Shorter  seems  the  road  ; 
And,  with  courage  strengthened, 

Lighter  seems  the  load. 
lie  my  stint  doth  measure, 

Knoweth  every  stitch  ; 
If  it  were  His  pleasure, 

He  could  make  me  rich. 


M.  A.  MAITLAND. 
In  "Gems  of  Poetry." 
Stratford,  Ont,  18M. 


BED-TIME 


1  The  children  are  going  to  bed 
In  nurseries  shaded  and  clean, 
And  many  a  bright  curly  head 

Is  nestling  the  white  sheets  between. 
Little  faces,  all  washed  white  as  snow, 

Are  dewy  with  kisses  to-night, 
And  young  lips  are  murmuring  low 

Sweet  prayer-words  from  consciences  white. 
Tiny  dresses,  and  jackets,  and  shoes, 

Lie  folded  away  till  the  morn, 
Like  the  chrysalis,  no  more  of  use 

To  the  gaily  striped  insect  new-born. 
The  angel  of  sleep  hovers  near, 

And  curtains  the  room  with  his  wiuf^s; 
That  incense  to  angels  is  dear 

Which  from  nursery  altars  upsprino^s. 
Little  eyelids  quite  tired  with  play, 

Are  drooping  and  closing  like  flowers, 
And  restless  young  forms  laid  away 

To  sleep  through  the  loni;  midnight  hours. 
In  cottage,  and  castle,  and  Jiall, 

In  valley,  on  prairie  or  hill. 
The  calm  iiush  of  evening  doth  fall. 

And  life  hath  grown  suddenly  still. 
At  sunset  a  blessing  comes  down. 

And  peace  upon  all  things  is  shed, 
For  in  city,  and  village,  and  town, 
The  children  are  going  to  bed. 
2  The  children  are  going  to  bed. 

Such  bed  as  their  lives  ever  know, 
In  alley,  and  attic,  and  shed, 

And  cellar-way  fetid  and  low. 
In  homes  where  fierce  wrangle  and  din 

Turns  night  into  hideous  noon, 
Wliere  voices  of  shame  and  of  sin 

Will  break  their  light  slumbers  too  soon. 
All  tumbled  and  dirty  they  lie. 

No  kiss  on  the  heavy  young  brow. 


MOTHERHOOD.     THE  NUHSEHY. 


tei) 


A  tear  scarcely  dried  in  the  eye. 

The  Hush  of  a  blow  linji'rin;,'  now. 
ThfV  sK-f|>  upon  iKiviin.iil  or  tloor. 

With  never  a  low  word  of  piaxer, 
Or  j^asp  at  tlio  window  or  door 

For  a  breath  of  the  life-j^iving  air. 
Far  up  in  the  tenement  liigh 

They  sob  at  the  fallin','  of  day. 
And  angels  ben.l  down  from  the  sky 

To  In-ar  wliat  the  poor  oliildren  say. 
It  mav  be  that  even  in  Heaven 

Some  biiglit  tears  of  pity  are  shed, 
An<l  sins  of' the  day  all  forgiven 

When  the  children  are  going  to  bed. 

3  The  children  are  going  to  bed'. 

Hushed  voices  speak  gently  the  word; 
All  mullled  the  mother's  light  tread, 

No  merry  "  good  evening  "  is  heard. 
No  breath  stirs  the  ringlets  of  gold, 
No  dimple  the  passioidess  cheek, 
No  tossing  limbs  rullle  a  fold 

Laiil  over  the  hands  fojdcfl  meek. 
Oh :  (piiet  the  cradle,  though  small, 

Wlure  the  chililren  are  laid  to  their  rest; 
There  is  room,  and  to  spare,  for  them  all. 
In  earth's  warm  and  welcoming  breast. 
What  malt»r  if  castle  or  cot 

Once  hel.l  the  fair  image  of  snow  ; 
All  alike  are  ihey  now  in  their  lot 

As  they  nestle  the  flowers  below. 
Then  cover  them  up  from  our  sight, 

Spread  the  freshest  green  turf  o'er  their  head. 
Bill  them  one  niore  caressing  "  good  night," 

The  children  are  going  to  bed. 
'T  is  only  the  jackets  and  shoes 
We  fold  in  the  casket  away, 
They'll  find  them  again  tit  for  use 

When  morning  brings  in  a  new  day. 
The  children  are  f(ddi-d  in  dreams, 

Uriglit  angels  have  sung  them  to  sleep. 
And  sUrs  with  their  pure,  solemn  beams. 

Loving  watch  o'er  their  tired  forms  keep. 
No  waking  to  sorrow  or  gloom. 

No  hunger,  no  shame,  and  no  sin. 
Oh  !   faithful  and  loving  the  tomb 

That  safe  from  life's  ills  shuts  them  in. 
The  sweet  name  of  Jesus,  our  Lord, 

Once  more  o'er  their  pilloNvs  he  said  ; 
And  praise,  that  secure  in  His  word. 
The  children  are  going  to  bed. 

Miss  M.    K.   WI!(«LOW,   1873. 

Bj  Pcnnlalon. 


But  Margery  waited  without ;  she  did  not  *'  belong" 

any  when; 
Except"  in   lh<!  dear    Lordl    b.jM)m.  who   tak.-lh    tho 

children  there. 

2  And  through  the  open  doorway  came  floating  a  lovely 

sound ; 
She  shut  her  eyes  and  imagined  how  the  augels  stood 

around 
With  their  harps  like  Su  Cecilia's  in  tho  picture  on 

the  wall  — 
Ah  !  Margery  did  not  doubt  that  so  lookf<l  the  »ing- 

crs  all. 


HER   ANGEL. 


1   Maru'cry   cowered  and  crouched  in  the  door  of  the 
lH«autiful  porch.  ,    .         n 

There  were   Ix-autiful  people  in  there,  an.l  they  all 
"  belonged  to  the  church," 


3  "  Suffer  little  childn  n '.  "  sang  a  luaverdy  voice  s(,me- 

where. 
Or  the  soul  of  a  voice  that  was  winging  away  in  tho 

uj)per  air ;  ^^ 

"  Let  the  children  come  to  mo !  "  sang  the  "  angel ' 

in  her  place. 
And  Margery,  listening,  stood  with  upturned  eyes  and 

face. 

4  "  Let  them  come !  let  them  come  to  me  !  "     And  up 

the  aisle  she  sped 
With  eyes  that  souglit  for  the  Voice,  to  follow  where 

it 'led.  .      ,    _  . 

She  did    not   say  to  herself:    "I'm  commg !    Wait 

for  me  !  " 
But  it  shone  in  her  face,  and  it  leaped   in  her  eye», 

dear  Margery  I 

5  Up  the  stair  to  the  singer  she  ran  —  she  touched  tho 

hem  of  her  dress, 
But  the  choir  were  bending  their  heads,  the  preacher 

had  risen  to  bless 
The  reverent  throng,  and,  alas!  bewihleretl  Margery, 
The  Voice  has  ceased,  and  the  singers  have  turned 

iheir  eyes  on  thee. 

6  They  look  with  surprise  at  her  feet,  and  again  at  her 

ragged  gown. 
And  one  by  one  they  pass  witli  a  careless  smile  or  a 

frown ;  ,  t  .» 

But  the  sweetest  face  bent  near,  and  —  "  I  came, 

said  ^largery, 
«'  For  I  thought  'twas  an  angel  sung,  ♦  Let  the  chil- 
dren come  to  me  ! '  " 

7  With  a  tender  sigh  the  singer  took  the  child  on  her 

knee ;  «      ,   /-.i    • 

"  I  .sang  the   words   for  the  dear   Lonl  Lhnst,   my 

Margery, 
And  so,  for 'the  dear  I^rd  Christ,  I  take  thee  homo 

with  me  I  " 
"It  iros  an  angel  sang  1"  sobs  little  Margery. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 

GOOD  NIGHT  1  LITTLE  NELL. 


Hn.  J.  T    WHITMAN.    1874. 

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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


THE    BABY'S   CHRISTENING. 

1  Sweetheart !  thou  hast  no  name, 
Only  siicli  tender  words  as  love  can  frame  ; 
Cliristfiuil  anew  with  kisses  every  hour, 

Our  pearl,  our  dove,  our  flower  I 

2  So  we  have  come  to-day 

A  nanic  in  hlossinj^  on  thy  brow  to  lay, 
AVrtalhinu  the  fout  with  buds  of  palest  dyes, 
And  violets  like  thine  eyes. 

3  O  child  !  we  cannot  see 

All  that  the  coniin:f  year  may  bring  to  thee  ; 
If  on  thy  path  tlie  dews  droji  cool  and  sweet, 
Or  stones  shall  bruise  thy  feet. 

4  And  if  our  love  could  choose 
Life's  sweetest  gifts,  and  all  its  ill  refuse, 
Perchance  the  treasure  we  should  deem  the  best. 

Would  fill  thee  with  unrest. 

5  We,  we  who  love  thee  dear, 

Lift  empty  hands  to  One  who  waiteth  near, 
Praying.  ''  In  all  our  lives  Thy  will  be  done  ; 
Bless  Thou  the  little  one  !  " 

CMILT  HUNTINCTOV  MILLER. 

In  "Southern  Churcbnuui." 


MOTHER'S    SONG. 

1  Jesus  is  the  Gardener, 

We  are  but  the  flowers  ; 
If  He  prune  the  branches. 

If  He  bring  the  showers. 
How  should  we  rebuke  Him  ? 

Is  the  garden  ours  ? 

2  If  He  pluck  a  lily, 

•Joying  in  its  white  ; 
If  He  choose  a  rosebud 

For  His  own  delight ; 
If  He  take  it  from  us. 

Has  He  not  the  right? 

3  Jesus  is  the  vShepherd  ; 

If  a  lamb  He  bear 
Unto  higher  pasture, 

Into  purer  air. 
Should  the  flock  that  missed  it 

Vex  itself  with  care  ? 

4  There  the  little  lambkin 

Nothing  shall  distress  ; 
There  no  cold  shall  chill  it, 

There  no  heat  oppress  ; 
There  no  wolf  shall  enter 

Wearing  shepherd's  dress. 

5  After  snow  the  summer; 

Itaiidtow  after  rain  ; 
Weeping  i)ut  endureth 

With  the  nights  short  pain  ; 
When  the  morning  brcaketh 

Joy  will  come  again. 


6  In  the  garden  yonder, 
Eden  of  the  blest, 
We  shall  find  the  blossoms 
That  we  loved  the  best ; 
We  shall  find  our  lambkins 
Safe  on  Jesus'  breast. 

UNA  L.  BAILET,  1881 

I    HEARD    A    MOTHER   SINGING. 

1  I  heard  a  mother  singing. 

Music  soft  and  sweet, 
'Twas  "  Father,  keep  my  darling, 
Guide  his  little  feet." 
Chorus—"  Keep,  Oh  !  keep  my  darling," 
Came  so  low  and  sweet, 
"  In  the  truth,  dear  Father, 
Guide  his  little  feet." 

2  I  watched  the  rosy  fingers, 

Feeling  for  the  light, 
I  heard  a  mother  saying, 
"  Father,  guide  aright." 

3  I  saw  the  drooping  eyelids 

Cover  eyes  so  blue, 
I  heard  a  mother  singing, 
"  Father,  keep  him  true." 

4  I  saw  the  shining  forehead 

Pure,  and  Oh  1  so  fair, 
I  heard  the  mother  singing, 
"  Write  his  name  up  there." 

EMMA  PITT. 

Set  to  Music  and  Cnpyriglitc-d  by 

W.  A.   OODEN.     1881. 

BABY'S   SWEET   SLEEP. 

1  She  rocked  the  cradle  to  and  fro. 
She  murmured  lovingly  and  low, 

"  Oh  !  sleep,  my  baby,  sleep  !  " 
The  little  face  was  drawn  with  pain, 
The  baby  could  not  hear  the  strain 
The  mother  sang,  and  sang  again, 

"  Oil !  sleep,  my  baby,  sleep." 

2  The  Saviour  lent  a  list'ning  ear. 
And  hoard  the  mother  singing  here, 

'•  Oh  !  sleep,  my  baby,  sleep  !  " 
He  sent  an  angel  pure  and  bright 
To  take  the  babe  to  worlds  of  light ; 
He  whispered  "  Thou  shalt  sleep  to-night, 

Yes,  sleep,  my  baby,  sleep." 

3  The  mother  kissed  the  smiling  face. 
And  said,  "  Dear  Jesus,  in  thy  grace. 

Thou  gav'st  my  baby  sleep ; 
N<iw.  all  I  ask  is  wlien  I  die 
]My  babe  may  be    a  spirit    ni^h, 
'I'o  lead  nie  to  the  world  on  hijrh  ; 

Then  blessed  now  such  sleep." 

MISS   MA<inlE   WAUBr.V. 

Set  to  Huiic  by  t:  p   bliss. 


A    GERMAN    MOTHER    AND    HER    CHILDREN. — Page  ?<)^. 


MOTHERHOOD.    LULLABIES  AND  MOTHERS'  SONGS. 


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THE    LULLABY. 

1  In  her  pretty  willow  cradle  softly  swaying, 
Lulled  to  slumber  by  my  tender  rliythmic  praying, 
Lies  my  buby,  while  my  mother  heart  is  saying, 

"  God  keep  her  there  !  " 

2  Keep,  Oh !  keep  her  sunny  head  upon  its  pillow, 
Shining  out  between  the  twining  withes  of  willow, 
Rocking  lightly  as  a  bark  on  fairy  billow, 

"  God  keep  her  there  I  " 

3  Breathing  sweetly  with  a  baby's  soft  pulsation, 
To  the  measure  of  the  cradle's  light  vibration. 
In  the  cadence  of  my  panting  aspiration, 

"  God  keep  lier  there  !  " 

L.  p.  II.    1881. 

From  "  Motheihood."  by  jn-r. 

LEE  k  HBEPABD. 

A    LULLABY. 

1  Softly  sleep,  little  one, 

Snug  in  thy  nest, 
Cradled  so  lovingly 

On  mother's  breast ; 
Mother's  eyes  watch  thee, 

Mother's  own  arm 
Folds  thee  so  tenderly, 

Safe  from  alarm. 

2  Softly  sleep,  pretty  one ! 

God  watcheth  too  ; 
"Watcheth  the  mother-heart, 

Beating  so  true  ! 
High  are  the  hopes  for  thee, 

Sad  are  its  fears  ; 
Life,  though  it  seem  to  smile, 

Oft  bringeth  tears. 

3  Sleep  on,  my  little  one  ! 

All  will  be  well. 
Thou  art  the  Saviour's  lamb, 

So  thou  dost  dwell 
Clo.se  in  His  heart  of  love  ; 

Safe  there  He'll  keep 
Thee  and  thy  mother,  too  ; 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep  ! 

MABV  K.  A.  HTONK,  1835. 
Cauibrid^e,  Mass. 

SHELTERED. 

1  Dear  wee  birdies  in  their  nest. 
Covered  warm  by  a  feathered  breast, 
Sheltered  from  the  wind  and  storm. 
Fear  no  ill  and  feel  no  harm ; 
Never  mind  about  the  weather. 
Mother  and  nestlings  close  together. 

2  Dear  little  baby,  taking  rest. 
Warmly  folde(l  to  mother's  breast. 
Knows  no  ill  and  fears  no  harm, 


Gathered  close  by  mother's  arm  ; 
Never  mind  about  the  weather, 
Mother  and  baby  close  together! 

3   Dear  tired  heart  by  ills  oppressed. 
Fly  to  th(!  .shelter  of  (iod's  breast  ! 
What  can  hurt  thee  or  alarm, 
Within  the  circle  of  God's  arm  ? 
Never  mind  earth's  stormy  weather, 
God  and  His  own  are  close  together  ! 

MABV  T.   BIUKLOW,  1882. 

NIGHT-FALL. 

1  Sweet  light  is  gone  ;  and  thro'  the  quiet  glooming 
Comes  to  my  ear  a  tired  baby's  cry, 

While  tender  mother-voice  is  crooning,  crooning 
An  evening  lullaby. 

2  "  Sleep,  little  one,  by  guardian  angels  tended. 
Safe  shalt  thou  lie  upon  thy  mother's  breast," — 
And  baby  woes  are  hushcnl,  and  cares  are  ended 

In  love,  and  home,  and  rest. 

3  Sweet  day  is  fled,  and  deeper,  darker  falling 
The  chill  and  heavy  glooms  of  evening  come. 
My  aching  head  and  burdened  heart  are  calling 

For  love,  and  rest,  and  home. 

4  And  like  the  weary  child,  by  love  inspired, 
Close  to  the  Heart  of  Tenderness  I  creep. 
Whispering,  "  Take  me.  Lord,  for  I  am  tired, 

Hush  me  to  sleep." 

CHABL»TTC  BErN'OLOa,  1881. 

HE'S   COMING. 

1  Sleep  !  baby,  sleep ! 
Rest  those  dimj)led  fairy  feet 
On  the  bare,  brown,  rustic  seat, 
While  the  weary  little  head 
Showers  its  silken  golden  thread 
On  a  softer,  warmer  bed  — 

Sleep  I  baby,  sleep  ! 

2  Rest !  baby,  rest ! 

'T  is  my  prettiest  muslin  dress 
That  your  peachy  cheek  doth  press, 
But  those  precious  rings  of  gold  — 
ISIoist  with  night-<lews  half  unrolled  — 
Hiding  in  each  airy  fold  — 
Cannot  fade  its  azure  hue  : 
Close  them  pet,  those  eyes  of  blue, 
Sleep  !  baby,  sleep  I 

8  Sleep  !  baby,  sleep  ! 
"While  I  silent  sit  and  look 
Far  across  the  moonlit  brook  — 
O'er  the  me.idows  —  up  Uie  hill  — 
On  the  pathway  to  the  mill. 
Close  beside  yon  rippling  rill  — 
Sleep  !  baby,  sleep  I 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


4  Rest !  baby,  rest ! 

Eyps  so  hriu'lu  must  not  jrrow  dim, 
I  must  watch  aloim  for  liiin  ; 
'T  is  not  yet  your  weary  fate 
Tims  at  eventide  lo  wait, 
Like  u  lone  dove  for  its  mate. 
Sleep,  then,  precious  darling,  sleep! 
While  my  lonesome  watch  I  keep, 
Sleep  !  sweetly  sleep  ! 

5  Wake  I  baby,  wake ! 
You  must  share  my  brighter  fate  ! 
He  is  almost  at  the  gate  ! 

Raise  that  pretty  gold-crowned  head 


From  its  low,  uncurtained  bed, 
Listen  to  the  well-known  tread  I 
Wake  I  baby,  wake  ! 

G  Wake  !  baby,  wake ! 
Let  the  silken  fringes  rise 
That  now  veil  those  starry  eyes  ; 
I  would  have  tlieir  tender  light, 
Ever  radiant,  ever  bright. 
On  your  father  shine  to-night. 
He  is  coming  —  drawing  near  — 
Coming  !  coming !  almost  here  ! 
Wake  !  baby,  wake ! 


AHMA  KA&IK  ePAULDIKQ.  Jan.  4,   1861 

Lewisburg,  Va. 


MOTHERHOOD.    THE  NURSERY.    NURSERY  RHYMES. 


STAR,  TAKE  A  KISS  TO  LITTLE  SISTER. 


FLOY  FENNO. 


1.  Star,  bright  star,     I  throw  you  a    kiss.     For  just      beyond   and      above     you,     I  know,  More  bright  than  your 

2.  Star,  bright  star,  bid     sis-ter  look  down, From  j'our  bright  dwelling  far  up      in    the  sky,  Then  we    will    look 

3.  Star,  bright  star,     1  throw  you  a    kiss, 'Twill  please  dear  sis  -  ter      in  your  world   a  -  bove,    The  world  o  -  ver - 


beams,  and  more  white  than  your  snow.      Is  the   sweet  dar  -  ling     ba  -  by      we  love    so    and      miss;    Please 
up,  and    sec      Net  -  tie's  biisiht  eye,     And  her       lov  -  ing.sweet  smile. and    the  gleam  of     her     crown ;  Please 

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MOTHERHOOD.    THE  NURSERY.    NURSERY  RHYMES. 


0'J7 


A    BIRTHDAY   TRIBUTE. 

Very  loany  will  Uke  to  see  the  last  articlu  writtt-u  by  Mrs.  Slado,— 
birthday  rliyuifd  for  Uur  uamv  t;ttAUilciiuil.  .Uur^  SluUo  ilu^jkuiA,  uud 
year  oid,  Mmcu  t>.  186J.    Mra.  auUu  died  m  Atirili  l!i!>^ 

1  If  I  had  all  tho  flowers  that  bloom 

All  ovtT  all  tho  i)raifU's. 
I'd  pile  tlicni  ill  this  diiiin^-rooin. 
Ami  tlu'v  should  all  he  Mary's. 

2  And  all  the  birds  that  tly  alwiit, 

From  March  to  January, 
Rij^ht  ill  this  room  I'd  let  them  out 
To  sin<;  a  song  for  Mary. 

3  .Viid  all  the  kitties   I  could  eail, 

In  Hempstead  or  Fall  Uiver. 
liight  in  this  house  I'd  bring  them  all, 
And  every  one  I'd  give  her. 

4  .Vnd  every  golden  chain  and  ring, 

Ou  all  tho  pretty  ladies, 
I'd  have  them  take  right  olT  and  bring 
To  be  mv  tlarling  Maidie's. 

5  lUit  grandma's  got  to  give  it  up, 

Because  slu;  is  not  able, 
And  so  she  gives  her  pet  a  cup, 
To  drink  her  milk  at  table. 

6  Oh  !  grandma  loves  her  very  much, 

And  hopes,  when  she  is  twenty, 
She'll  liave  of  gifts,  if  not  just  such. 
Of  all  she  ueeds,a  plenty. 

MRS.   M.    B.   C.   8LA0E. 

MY   GOOD    FOR    NOTHING. 

1  What  are  you  good  for,  my  brave  little  man  ? 
Answer  that  (piestion  for  me  if  you  can  ; 
You  with  your  Hngers  as  white  as  a  nun, 
You  with  your  ringlets  as  bright  as  the  sun. 
All  the  day  long  with  your  busy  contriving, 
Into  all  mischief  and  fun  you  are  driving  ; 
See  if  your  wi.se  little  noddle  can  tell 

What  you  are  good  for — now  ponder  it  well. 

2  Over  the  carpet  the  dear  little  feet 
Came  with  a  patter  to  dind)  on  my  seat : 
Two  merry  eyes,  full  of  frolic  and  glee, 
Und(!r  their  lashes  looked  up  unto  nu;  ; 
Two  little  hands,  pressing  .soft  on  my  face. 
Drew  me  down  close  in  a  loving  embrace; 
Two  rosy  lips  gave  the  answer  so  true, 

"  Good  to  love  you,  mamma,  good  to  love  you." 

EMILr  H.   MILLER,   1880. 

TEN    LITTLE   TOES. 

Baby  is  clad  in  his  nightgown  white, 
I'ussy-cat  purrs  a  soft  good  night. 
And  somebody  tells,  for  somebody  knows, 
The  terrible  tale  of  ten  little  toes. 


KKJIir    FOOT. 

This  big  toe  took  a  small  boy  Sam 

Into  the  eiijiboard  alter  the  jam  ; 

This  liiile  toe  said,   "Onol  nol" 

This  lit  lie  toe  Ha.s  anxious  to  go  ; 

This  little  toe  said,  "  'T  is  n't  (juile  right ; ' 

This  little  liny  too  curled  out  of  si'dit. 


LEFT    FOOT. 

This  big  toe  got  suddenly  stubbed; 

This  little  toe  got  ruefully  rubbed  ; 

This  little  frightened  toe  cried  out,  "Bears  !  " 

Thi.s  little  timid  toe,   "  Uun  up  stairs  !  " 

l)own  cume  a  jar  with  a  loud  slam  I  slam  ! 

This  little  tiny  toe  got  ail  the  jam  I 

CL4BA  <J.   DOLLlTEa. 

Ill  "  Our  LitUe  Ooca.' 


THE    LITTLE    RUNAWAY. 

1  Dear  little,  golden-haired  Fay, 
Where  are  you  wandering  away, 

From  manmia  an<l  home  ? 
Though  .lacky,  your  dog,  walks  close  by  your  side, 
Looks  into  your  face  with  evident  pride, 
The  world,  for  .lacky  and  you,  is  too  wide 

From  mamma  to  roam. 

2  Sweet  little,  golden-haired  Fay, 
Wandering  away  and  away. 

With  dignified  mien  ; 
You  are  going  down  to  some  hidden  nook. 
Where  ripples  and  dances  the  babbling  brook, 
Only  "just  for  once,"  with  Jacky  to  look 

For  Howers,  I  ween. 

3  Kun  away,  golden-haired  Fay, 
Happy  and  bright  ou  this  day, 

As  onward  you  go  ; 
Mamma's  soft  foot-fall  escapes  .Tackv's  ear, 
As,  with  curious  smile,  she  hovers  near. 
And  listens,  with  wrapt  attention,  to  hear 

Your  words,  soft  and  low. 

4  Pure  little,  golden-haired  Fay, 
We  wish  to  hear  what  you  say, 

Down  (lost!   by  {\\v  iirook  ; 
You  look  all  about  with  wonderini:  eves, 
At  the  ilancing  rill  and  the  calm,  blue  skies, 
Then  conies  into  your  face,  so  sweetly  wise, 

A  mysterious  look. 

.')   Mystified,  golden-haireil  F.ny. 
Your  little  soul   tliinkiiig  to-<lav 
Of  things  deep  anil  liii^h  ; 
"Isn't  Dod  dood.  don't  you  sink.  .lackv  di>ar, 
Kvy  siii^  is  so  buful,  huf'itl,  down  here  .'  " 
Ami  .lacky.  n  sponsivr,  drew  lovingly  iiear, 
With  bis  mute  reply. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


6  Then,  with  a  reverent  look, 

Sln'  kiifi'ls  on  till'  moss  by  llie  brook, 

In  till-  silent  wood. 
"  Diur  i)o(l,  we's  so  ghid  we  come  here  tonluy, 
Antl  w(!  loses  you,  'eiiuse  you  show  us  the  w:iy, 
So  pleaxe  hear  Jacky  iuul  me  while  we  iiray, 

For  we  «inks  you  is  dood." 

7  Pure  little,  cr,,ld,Mi-h:iired  Fay 
And  Jacky  steal  softly  away, 

With  nevi-r  a  (lower  ; 
Mamma,  not  daring  to  linger  so  nigh. 
Lest  .laekv  or  Fav  her  form  should  espy, 
Speeds  homeward",  and  wipes  the  tear  from  her  eye, 

As  she  thinks  of  that  hour. 

MRS.  n.  M.  BAUNABD.  1884. 

De  Luz,  Cal. 

OFF    FOR    BOY- LAND. 

1  Ho !   All  aboard  !  A  traveller 

Sets  sail  for  Haby-land  ! 
Before  my  eyes  there  comes  a  blur, 

But  still  1  kiss  my  hand, 
And  try  to  smile  as  oil  he  goes, 

Mv  bonny,  winsome  boy  ! 
Yes.  6o;i  voyage!  God  only  knows 

llow  much  1  wish  thee  joy. 

2  Oh  !  tell  me,  have  ye  heard  of  him  ? 

lie  wore  a  sailor's  hat 
All  silver-corded  round  the  brim, 

And — stranger  e'en  than  that — 
A  wondrous  suit  of  navy-blue, 

With  pockets  deep  and  wide  ; 
Oh  !  tell  me,  sailors,  tell  me  true, 

How  fares  he  on  the  tide  ? 

3  We've  now  no  baby  in  the  house  ; 

'T  was  but  this  very  morn. 
He  doffed  his  dainty  'broidered  blouse, 

With  skirts  of  snowy  lawn  ; 
And  shook  a  mass  of  silken  curls 

From  off  his  sunny  brow  ; 
They  fretted  him—"  so  like  a  girl's ! 

Mamma  can  have  them  now." 

4  He  owned  a  brand-new  pocket-book, 

But  that  he  could  not  find  ; 
A  knife  and  string  was  all  he  took; 

What  (li.l  he  leave  belnnd  ? 
A  hcaj)  of  blocks  with  letters  gay, 

And  hen;  and  tliere  a  toy  ; 
1  cannot  pick  tlicm  up  to-day, 

My  heart  is  with  my  boy. 
6  Ho!  Ship  ahoy  I  At  Boyhood's  town 

Cast  anchor  strong  and  deep  ! 
What  1   tears  upon  this  little  gown 

Left  for  mamma  to  keep  'i 
"Weej)  not,  but  smile ;  for  through  the  air 

A  merry  message  rings  : — 
"Just  sell  it  to  the  rag-man  there! 

I've  done  with  baby  things  !  " 

KMMA    H.   NASON.     1884. 
In  "  St.  Micfaolai." 


WILLIE-WEE'S   GRACE. 

1  He  wasn't  two  years  old,  you  see  ; 

He  couldn't  utter  well 
A  single  word, — this  Willie-Wee, 
Of  whom  I'm  going  to  tell. 

2  Yet  if  you  gave  him  something  good, 

He  always  tried  to  say 
His  "  thank  you,  ma'am,"  as  best  he  could, 
In  pretty,  baby  way. 

3  And,  kneeling  by  his  little  bed. 

In  gown  of  dainty  white, 
He  sliut  his  great  blue  eyes,  and  said 
"  Our  Father"  eveiy  night. 

4  One  morning,  when  the  bell  for  prayers 

Had  summoued  all  the  house, 
He  glided  down  the  nursery  stairs 
As  softly  as  a  mouse. 

5  "Hi,  honey!  wha'  ye  gwine  widout 

You'  hy'ar  been  smooven  down  ?  " 
His  mammy  *  cried  :   "  The  chile's  about 
Some  mi.schief,  I'll  be  boun'. 

6  "  Come  back  dis  minit,  till  I  put 

You'  shoes  and  stockin's  on  ! " 
She  shouted  down  the  passage  ;  but 
The  runaway  was  gone. 

7  And  to  himself  she  heard  him  say, 

As,  muttering,  on  he  went, — 
"  Papa  away  !  papa  away  !  " 
And  wondered  what  he  meant. 

8  Into  the  breakfast-room  he  pressed, 

Mounted  his  father's  chair. 
And  gravely  waited  till  the  rest 
Came  in  for  morning  prayer. 

9  And  when  mamma,  and  sisters  three 

Had  taken,  each,  her  place, 
And  paused  a  moment,  quietly, 

To  say  their  silent  "grace," — 
10  His  head  our  Willie- Wee  low  bowed. 

And,  folding  palm  to  palm. 
Shut  close  his  eyes,  and  said  aloud, 

"  Our  Fader, — Vank  ou,  ma  am  !  " 

MAKOAKKT  .1.    PBKBTON. 

In  "  Widf  Awake." 
♦  The  innuriable  Dame  for  nurse,  with  aU  Virginia  childreu. 


GRANDMA'S   BABY,   SWEET   IRENE. 

1  God  bless  my  little  darling. 

Sweet,  beautiful  Irene, 
'Mong  all  the  baby  girls, 

.She  is  the  very  queen. 
She  is  a  born  princess, 

A  little  lady  rare, 
With  ways  so  wise  and  wonderful, 

Aud  face  so  sweet  and  fair. 


MOTHERHOOD.     TUE  NURSERY. 

2  She  is  a  tiny  wee  tiling, 

Anil  only  niiit!  months  old; 
A  iirccious  (liniplfd  fairv. 

The  hiinh  of  all  the  fold, 
Our  <frac('fiil  little  prinecss, 

Our  hahy,  queen,  and  dove, 
Reigns  over  all  the  household. 

And  fills  each  heart  with  love. 

8  She  is  a  dimpled  wee  fhin<;. 

With  eyes  so  large  and  brow  n, 
With  perfeet  head,  and  auhurn  hair, 

AikI  skin  like  white,  soft  down. 
With  little  hands  so  lovely, 

Stretched  out  to  every  one  ; 
And  warmest  kisses  for  tier  friends, 

And  sweet  smiles  for  the  tlirong. 

3  She's  music,  and  she's  sunshine. 

She's  liglit  and  life  to  me. 
The  joy  and  comfort  of  my  heart, 

Our  beautifid  bahv. 
She's  grandma's  pet  and  darling, 

The  one  that  I  love;  best. 
The  sweetest,  and  tlu"  rarest, 

The  beautiful  and  blest. 

MRH.  M.  E.  DE  OEER  TALL,  1879. 
In  ■'The  CniaadiT." 


NURSERY  RHYMES.  C'J9 

A    LOGICAL   CONCLUSION. 

1  Grace  tosses  back  her  l)oniue  hair, 

Soft  and  fine  as  a  skein  of  silk. 
And  her  blue  eyes  darken  <lreainilv 
Over  her  bowl  of  bread  and  milk. 

2  What  is  she  meditating  u[)on — 

Tliis  earnest  thinker,  not  yet  seven  ? 
She  j)onders  awhile,  then  slowly  asks — 
"  ^Iamlna,  is  there  milk  in  he.aven  ?  " 

3  O  wis«;  mamma,  who  sees  at  once 

That  shoidd  she  answer  "  No," 
The  litth-  brown-liaired  ({Uestioiier, 
Would  have  no  wish  to  go  ! 

4  So  she  waits  a  minute,  half  doubtfully. 

And  then,  with  a  loving  can-ss. 
And  thinking  of  "  milk  and  honey  "  texts. 
She  fearlessly  answers  "  Yes." 

5  Grace  plies  her  spoon  contentedly 

With  a  cheerful  little  clatter, 

As  if  her  mind  were  now  at  rest. 

On  a  very  important  matter. 

6  But  her  next  remark  is  one  of  those 

Surprising,  unlooked-for  things  ! 
For  she  ;isks  in  simple  childish  faith, 

"  Then,  mamma,  do  the  cows  have  wings  ?" 

BEH.HIK  rno'DLKH.   1883. 

In  ■•  Good  Cbear." 


MOTHERHOOD.     THE  NURSERY.     THE  CHILDREN'S  PRAYER. 


FANKY  CROSBY. 


GOD  EVER  NEAR. 


Mre.  JOSEPH  F.  KNAPP.    Bj  ptx. 


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WO^fAIf  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


THE   TENDER   SHEPHERD. 

8a  &  7a. 

1  Gracious  Saviour,  lioly  Shepherd, 
Litlle  ones  are  (h'ar  to  Thee  ; 
(iatliered  witli  Tliine  arms,  and  carried 
In  Tliy  bosom,  may  tiiey  be 
Sweetly,  fondly,  safely  tended, 

From  all  wimt  and  danger  free. 

2  Tender  She|)herd,  never  leave  them 
From  Thy  fold  to  go  astray  ; 

By  Thy  warning  love  directed, 
Way  they  walk  the  narrow  way  : 
Thus  diiect  them,  thus  defend  them, 
Lest  they  fall  an  easy  prey. 

3  Taught  to  lisp  the  holy  praises 
Which  on  earth  Thy  children  sing, 
Both  with  lips  and  hearts  unfeigned, 
Glad  thank-offerings  may  they  bring; 
Then  with  all  the  saints  in  glory, 
Join  to  praise  their  Lord  and  King. 

MISS  LEE80N. 


JESUS,    GENTLE   SHEPHERD,    HEAR    ME. 

Tlie  prayer,  for  nuch  it  is.  was  written  by  Mary  Lundee  Duncan, 
who.  if  mernnry  does  not  luad  astray,  was  the  daughter  of  a  Scotch 
cleria'mau.  It  was  composed  for  her  little  children's  i)rayer,  and  may  be 
found  iu  her  "Memoir,"  which  contains  many  beautiful  thoughts,  and  is 
to  be  found  in  mauy  Sunday  School  Libraries. 

1  Jesus,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me ; 

Bless  thy  little  lamb  to-night : 
Through  the  darkness  be  Thou  near  me, 
Watch  my  sleep  till  morning  light. 

2  All  this  day  Thy  hand  hath  led  me. 

And  I  thank  Thee  for  Thy  care  ; 
Thou  hast  clothed  me,  warmed,  and  fed  me ; 
Listen  to  my  evening  prayer. 

3  Let  my  sins  be  all  forgiven, 

Bless  the  friends  I  love  so  well ; 
Take  me,  when  I  die,  to  heaven, 
Happy  there  with  Thee  to  dwell. 

UAJIY   LUNDEK   DDNCAN. 

THE   CHILDREN'S    PRAYER 

The  dreamy  night  draws  nigh. 
Soft  airs,  delicious,  breathe  of  myriad  flowers, 
And  on  the  wings  of  fragrance  fly  the  hours. 

The  moon  is  high  ; 

See,  in  yon  rustic  lane, 
A  cottage  bright  with  vines  :  one  tremulous  ray 
Steals  out  to  when;  the;  silvery  moonbeams  play. 

From  the  low  casement  pane  ; 
Within,  two  babes  their  innocent  faces  bow, 
Four  little  hands  clasp  softly — spotless  now — 
Four  rosy  li|)s  witli  holy  worship  part. 
Lixti-n,  C)  wnrldlini;,  .skeptic  if   (lion  art. 
Those  tender  vespers  make  the  (juick  tears  start. 


"Now  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep, 
I  pray  the  Lord  my  soul  to  keep ; 
If  I  should  die  before  I  wake, 
I  pray  the  Lord  my  soul  to  take." 

Hits.    M.   A.   DENISON,  1882. 

I    WANT   TO    BE   AN    ANGEL. 

1  I  want  to  be  an  angel, 

And  with  the  an<rels  stand, 
A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  within  my  hand. 
There  right  before  my  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
I'd  wake  the  sweetest  music, 

And  praise  Ilim  day  and  night. 

2  I  know  I'm  weak  and  sinful, 

But  .Jesus  will  forgive  ; 
And  many  little  children 

Have  gone  to  Heaven  to  live. 
Dear  Saviour,  when  I  languish 

And  lay  me  down  and  die, 
Oh  !  send  a  shining  angel 

To  bear  me  to  the  sky. 

JULIA  GILL, 

About  1854. 

A  GOOD-NIGHT   PRAYER. 

1  Forgive  all  my  sins, 

Lord  Jesus,  to-night, 
And  make  my  heart  spotless 
In  God's  holy  sight. 

2  Oh  !  help  me  to  grant 

Forgiveness  to  all 
Who've  troubled  or  hurt  me, 
Or  made  me  to  fall. 

3  And  when  my  eyes  close. 

Be  Thou  my  soul's  light. 
To  bring  me  to  heaven. 
That  hath  no  good-night. 

MAKV  A.K.  .STONB    J88S, 

South  Orange,  N.  J. 

FLOWERS. 

1  Tier  little  prayer  at  night  she  said. 

Then  looked  with  wistful  eyes, 
Half  tenderly  and  half  afraid, 
Up  to  the  starry  skies. 

2  For  daily  bread,  ne'er  sought  in  vain, 

She  asked  the  heavenly  powers. 
"  Please,  God !  "  she  whis]>ered  low  again, 
"  Div'  me  my  daily  f'owers  !  " 

3  Iler  daily  flowers,  her  baby  days. 

In  one  bright  garden  flew  ; 
Anil  like  a  (lower  in  all   lier  ways. 
The  dimpled  creature  grew. 


MOTnERnOOD.     THE  NURSERY.     T/TE  mrmnFy'S  PRAYER. 


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4  As  fair  ami  swcot  a  tiny  maiil 

As  any  iifw-horii  l)l()ssoiii 
Tluit  (lawn  and  dew'.-i  soft  stress  jiorsiiade 
From  niotiicr  (.-arth's  broad  Inisoni. 

5  And  flowers  like  kin  the  darling  loved  ; 

She  bore  the  frajjrant  band. 
Where'er  slie  played,  where'er  she  roved, 
In  apron  or  in  hand. 

6  And  while  she  prayed,  with  look  askance 

As  if  she  asked  a  treasure 
Too  fjreat  for  God  to  i^ive,  perchance, 
For  jnst  her  baby  pleasure, 

7  I  echoc<l  in  my  heart  her  prayer, 

Reineniberinii  earth's  sad  hours, 
And  weary  wei>;ht  of  sin  and  care, 
"  Give  us  our  daily  flowers  ! 

8  "Tiie  kindly  word,  the  smile  serene, 

Tlie  greeting;  of  yood-morrow, 
The  brotherhood  in  speech  and  mien, 
That  soothes  our  common  sorrow. 

9  ''These  human  blossoms  of  the  heart 

Give  to  our  daily  needing ! 
Dear  Lord  I  are  not  tliese  too  a  part 
Of  tliiue  immortal  ftjeding  ?  " 
10  And  back  tlie  sudden  answer  fell  : 
"  Wliate'er  my  hand  liatli  given, 
My  constant  lovi^  and  care  to  tell, 
Is  tridy  bread  from  heaven." 

BOSF.   TKBRV    COOK.    1881. 
"Suudoy  Schuol  Tiuiu)." 


4  Ah  I  earth  may  be  chill  with  snowflakes. 

And  lic;irt>  may  be  cold  wiiii  care, 
But  wastes  of  a  frozen  .lilcnce 

Are  crossed  by  th<;  baby's  prayer; 
And  lips  that  were  dumb  with  .sorrow 

In  juliilant  hope  may  sing  ; 
For  when  earth  is  wrappe<l  in  winter, 

In  the  heart  of  the  Lord  'tis  spring. 

ALUK  M.  Kiior.  IBM. 
I)vUnlt. 

CHILD'S    MORNING    PRAYER. 

Tuuo—"  Hoinf,  Sicrri  H>iau." 

1  Our  Father  in  Ileavoii 

We  hallow  Thy  name! 
IMay  'Ihy  kingdom  holy 

On  earth  be  the  .same  I 
Oil  I  give  to  us  daily 

Our  |>ortion  of  bread. 
It  is  from  Thy  bounty 

That  all  must  be  fed. 

2  Forgive  our  transgressions 

And  te.'icli  u>  to  know 
Tli.'it  liiiinble  compassion 

\\'liicli  pardons  each  foe  : 
Keej)  us  from  temptation. 

From  weakness  ami  sin, 
AmlThine  be  the  glory, 

Forever — Amen. 


H.«nAII  J.    IIALK. 


THE   BABY'S    PRAYER. 

1  She  knelt  witli  her  sweet  hands  folded  ; 

Ilcr  fair  little  head  bowed  low  ; 
While  dead  vines  tapped  at  the  window 

And  the  air  was  thick  with  snow. 
Without,  earth  dumb  with  winter; 

Within,  hearts  <lumb  with  care; 
And  up  through  the  leaden  silence, 

Hose  softly  the  baby's  prayer. 

2  "  Bless  all  whom  I  love,  dear  Father, 

And  help  me  be  gooil,"  she  said. 
Then,  stirred  by  a  sudden  fancy. 

She  lifted  trie  shining  head. 
Did  she  catch  on  the  frozen  maple 

Some  hint  of  the  April  green. 
Or  the  breath  of  the  woo<lland  blossoms. 

The  drifts  of  the  snow  between  ? 

3  "The  beautiful  trees,"  she  whispered, 

"  Where  the  orioles  used  to  sing  ; 
They  are  tire<l  of  the  cold,  white  winter, 

OliI  help  them  to  grow  in  spring ; 
And  the  flowers  that  I  loved  to  gather. 

Lord,  bring  them  again  in  ^Lly  ; 
The  dear  little  violets,  sleeping 

Dowu  deep  in  the  ground  to-<lay." 


WOULD    NOT   SAY    HIS    PRAYERS. 

1   '•  Mamma  can  go  down  stairs  ; 
I  shall  not  say  my  prayers. 
For    I've   nothing    to    he    thankful    fori  "    my    wilful 
l^Jb»'rt  cried. 
"  There's  all  the  other  boys 
M'itli  multitudes  of  toys. 
And  books,  and  dogs,  and  ponies  ;   but  we're    poor,  and 
I'm  denied." 

2  "  Ask  Papa  !  "     And  I  sought  him  ; 
With  eager  steps  I  brought  him 
(Myself  80  shocked  and  wondering  I  scjirco  knew   what 
to  do); 
But  still  the  boy  kept  s.aying  : 
"  Papa,  I'm  through  with  praying  ; 
For  God  gives  nothing  worth  our  thanks  to  mi-,  nor  j*et 
to  you." 

8  His  father  heard  with  sorrow  ; 
But  simply  said  :   "To-morrow 
You'll  find  His  choicest  blessings  unto  both  onr  lives  are 
known. 
God  guanl  you  while  you're  sleeping, 
I  leave  you  in  his  keeping." 
Then  down  the  stairs  we  softly  went,  an<I   h-ft  our  Ixiy 
uluue. 


(02 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


4  But  in  tlie  oarly  morning, 
His  latluT,  williout  \vaiiiin<i, 

Placi'il  b:uulai:^•^^  :iiri)^>  liis  li|)s.  his  lais,  and  liazcl  eyes. 

l),at',  iluiiil),  ami  l)liu(l  togoliier. 

Mv  i)ov  would  soon  k-urn  wiifliier 
God  liad  given  liini   any    blessings   that  e'en    the  poor 
would  prize. 

5  Lonu  ere  the  morning  ended 
His  iTiatetul  thanks  asecnded 

For  the  blessed  uifts  of  sight  and  speeeh,—  ascended  to 
that  One 
Who  giv(!s  unstinted  measure 
Ol  light  and  sound.     With  pleasure 
He  meekly  said  his  little  prayer  that  night  at  set  of  sun 

In  "lodcpcndent,"  1884. 


LITTLE    MARGERY. 

1  Kneeling,  wliite-robed,  sleepy  eyes. 

Peeping  through  the  Uuigled  hair, 
"  Now  I  lay  me —  I'm  so  tire<l — 
Aunty,  God  knows  all  my  prayer; 
He'll  keep  little  Margery." 

2  Watching  by  the  little  bed, 

Dreaming  of  the  coming  years, 
Much  I  wonder  what  they'll  bring, 
Most  of  smiles  or  most  of  tears. 
To  my  little  Margerv . 

3  Will  the  simple,  trusting  faith 

Shining  in  the  childish  breast 
Always  be  so  clear  and  bright? 
Will  God  always  kiiow  the  rest, 
Loving  little  Margery  ? 

4  As  the  weary  years  go  on. 

And  you  are  a  child  no  more, 
But  a  woman,  trouble-worn, 

Will  it  come — this  faith  of  yours — 
Blessing  you,  dear  Margery  ? 

5  If  your  sweetest  love  shall  fail, 

And  your  idol  turn  to  dust, 
Will  you  bow  to  meet  the  blow, 
Owning  all  God's  ways  are  just? 
Can  you,  sorrowing  Margery  ? 

6  Should  your  life  path  grow  so  dark 

You  can  see  no  st<'ps  ahead. 
Will  you  lay  your  hand  in  His 
Tru-ting  by  Him  tn  bi^  led 
To  the  light,  my  Alurgery  ? 

7  Will  the  woman,  folding  down 

Peaceful  hands  across  her  breast, 
Whisper,  with  her  old  belief, 

"(Jod,  my  Katlier,  kiuiws  the  rest, 
He'll  take  tired  Margery  "  ? 


8  True,  my  darling,  life  is  long. 

And  its  ways  are  dark  an<l  dim  ; 
But  G(jd  knows  the  j)alh  you  ti'ead; 
1  can  leave  you  sale  with  Him, 
Always,  little  Margery. 

9  He  will  keep  your  chil<li>h  faith 

Through  your  weary  woman  years, 
Shining  ever  strong  and  bright, 
Never  dimmed  by  saddest  tears, 
Trusting  little  Margery. 
10  You  have  tau;.dit  a  lesson  sweet 
'l"o  a  yearning,  restless  soul  ; 
We  pray  in  snatches,  ask  a  part, 

But  (Jod  above  us  knows  the  whole. 
And  answers,  baby  Margery. 

MiUI.  B.   J.   WHITE. 

EIGHT   O'CLOCK. 

1  The  sun  is  down,  the  stars  are  out, 

The  clocks  are  striding  eight, — 
And  pausing  in  their  flight, 
The  angels  of  the  night 

Fold  iheir  white  wings  and  wait. 

2  For  sweet  as  call  the  vesper  bells. 

Heard  through  the  twilight  air, 
The  chiming  clocks  proclaim, 
Night  after  night  the  same. 

The  children's  hour  of  prater. 

3  And  at  the  gentle  summons,  lo ! 

The  fairest  sight  on  earth  ; 
For  swift,  with  laughing  eyes 
Grown  strangely  grave  and  wise, 

The  darlings  hush  their  mirth  ; 

4  And,  kneeling  by  the  mother's  side, 

Or  by  their  snowy  beds, 
With  fringed  lids  lying  meek 
Against  the  dimpled  cheek, 

They  bow  their  sunny  heads, 

5  Tread  softly.     Let  no  jarring  sound 

The  tender  silence  break. 
While  with  u])lifted  hands 
The  white-robed  suppliant  bands 

Their  brief  petitions  make. 

6  "  Our  Father,"  some  are  whispering  low 

With  filial  faith  sincere — 
A  faith  whose  fearless  hold 
On  precepts  worn  and  old 

Defies  the  skeptic's  sneer ; 

7  And  "  Now  I  lay  me  "  murmur  lips 

Already  kissed  by  sleep. 
With  baby  thoughts  astray 
In  dreamland  while  they  pray, 

"  The  Lord  my  soul  to  keep." 

8  And  smiling  down,  the  Lord  Himself 

Leans  from  His  throne  of  light 
And  stops  the  harping  choirs  to  hear 


His  children's  sweet  good-night. 


MARV   B.   RLKlnHT. 

Sa«  Uu-bur,  M.  Y. 


MOTHERHOOD.        THE  (•IlILDREN'S  CHRIHTMAS. 


703 


CHRISTMAS    ROSES. 

1  "When  tlio  inidiiiiilit  h.-lls  arc  rin.L'iiig, 

Ami  tlicir  tlirobl)iiii,'s  faint  and  low 
The  C'liristinas  uiuni  arr  briiigiiif^, 
With  who  of  the  sinjiiiii,' 

Of  tin;  uiij,'(:ls  loiijj;  ai,'o. 
And  fleecy  clouds  arc  winding 

As  they  scud  across  tlie  snow, 

2  'T  is  said  the  children  sleeping;. 

Locked  in  rosy  sluiuhcrs  fast, 
Never  hear  tlu;  winter's  weeping, 
Nor  the  night  winds  onwanl  sweeping, 

Never  shudder  at  tlie  hlast ; 
But  safe  in  holy  keeping 

Suiile  us  angels  hurry  past. 

3  And  tlu^ir  eyes  in  slumber  holden. 

See  what  ours  may  never  seu, — 
Tliir  l)ran(;h  of   roses  golden, 
Witii  l)lood-red  heart  enfohU-n, 

I'hicked  from  the  Kden  treo 
Bv  an  auiijid,  in  times  olden, 

'I'lie  Christmas  flower  to  be. 

4  Ears  tuned  to  earthly  whining 

Hear  not  tiiose  rustling  wings, 
Nor  see  their  shtseny  shining, 
While  fretting  and  rei)iidng 

At  loss  of  earthly  things  ; 
Self-C(!ntered  hearts  are  pining 

Although  an  angel  sings. 

5  To  them  the  Christmas  roses 

Show  neither  snow  nor  j;old  ; 
No  hard  ^n-een  hml  uncloses, 
No  an<^cl  hand  disposes 

The  flowers  as  they  unfold. 
Or  reverently  discloses 

The  heart  of  love  untold. 
G  Oh  !  as  the  bells  toll  slowly, 

As  our  Christmas  draweth  nigh. 
To  be  like  children  lowly  ! 
Pure,  simple,  true  and  holy, 

When  the  anicel    passes  by. 
And  to  catch  the  Chri-^tmas  glory 

As  it  echoes  through  the  sky. 

7  To  hush  our  selfish  weeping, 

And  forget  our  little  woes. 
That  the  angel  of  its  keeping, 
In  the  smiling  of  our  sleeping, 

To  us  also  may  disclose 
Th(!  uold  and  white  and  crimson 

Of  the  children's  Chri.slmas  rose. 

8  But  the  children,  not  yet  knowing 

Of  sin  or  self  or  guile. 
To  their  peaceful  shunbers  goin?. 
Of  the  coming  Christmas  knowing. 

In  their  sleep  are  seen  to  smile  ; 
At  the  Christmas  roses  glowing 

Before  them,  all  the  while. 

MARIIAKET   I.    WIN.1I.oW.   1884. 


THE   GHOST   OF   CHRISTMAS    PAST. 

1  The(;hostof  Christm.is  Past 

Mas  bi<'n  with  me  lo-ni;;hl  ! 
Out  from  the  vale  of  by-;,'one  years. 
And  seen  tlirou;{li  ndsts  of  unshed  tuars. 

It  glows,  a  form  of  light  ! 

2  Two  little  childish  forms  I  see, 

A  sister  an<l  a  brother  ; 
I    see  the  little  trundle-bed 
On  which  the  brown  and  llaxen  head 

Lie  lovingly  U)gether. 

3  Tlu!  ru<lily  tire  u|»on  the  hearth 

Li^jhts  n|)  ihe  dear  old  room; 
It  shows,  \ipon  the  chimney  wall. 
The  stockinjrs  waitintj,  great  and  small. 

For  Santa  Clans  to  come. 

4  Scant  sleep  the  little  drramera  lia<l, 

And,  whcMi  the  morning  broki-. 
Who  can  for^i-t  the  shouts  of  joy. 
The  transport  over  book  and  toy, 

The  well-remend)tred   juke? 

5  O  wondrous  power  of  memory  ! 

To-night,  though  years  have  fled, 
I  hear  my  brother's  tones  of  glee, 
I  sit  upon  my  father's  knee. 

His  hand  uj)on  my  head. 
C  Mv  mother  plies  her  knitting-work 

In  the  old  rocking  chair  ; 
Diar  miither-<yes,  they're  saddened  now. 
Tears  of  care  are  on  her  brow, 

And  silver  in  her  hair. 
7   O  Chost  of  merry  Christmas  Past  ! 

Dear  home,  and  br<ia<l  li<-arth-Iight ! 
O   falhir's  look  and   mother's  smile  ! 

'•  You're  in  my  heart  lo-iiight  I  " 

ELIZABKTB   TALMUl  MATTIIKWH,   1873 

ANNIE'S    AND    WILLIE'S    PRAYER 

A  CHRISTMAS  STORY. 
'Twas  the  eve  before  Christmas  ;  "  Good-night  "  had 

Ix'cn  s;iid. 
And  Annie  and  Willie  hafl  crept  into  Ixil  ; 
There  were  tears  on  their  pillows,  ami  tears  in  their 

eyes, 
And  each  little  bosom  was  heavy  with  sii^hs. 
For  t4)-night  their  stern   father's  command  had  been 

given 
That  they  must  retire  precisely  at  seven 
Instead  of  eight;  for  they  lrouble<l  him  more 
With  i]U>'stioiis  unheard  of  than  ever  U'lore. 
1I(!  told  them  he  thouv'lit  this  dehwion  a  sin. 
No  -u'h  a  thing  iis  "  Santa  Claus  "  «ver  had  l>ot>ii. 
And  he  hoped,  after  this,  he  should  never  mor«-  hear 
How  he  scrumbletl  down  chimneys  with  present*  each 

vear. 
And  this  is  the  reason  why  two  little  he.ids 
So  restlessly  tossed  on  their  soft,  downy  Ih-«Is. 


ro4 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


2  Eight,  nino,  ntnl  flio  rlork  in  tlio  stooplo  tolled  ten — 
IS'ot  a  word  li:i(i  hccn  spdkrii  by  fitluT  till  tlu'ti  ; 
AVIii'ii  Willie's  sad  lace  from  tin;  Maiiki-t.  <lid  peep. 
And  wiiisptTi'd,  "  Dear  Annie,  is  you  fast  asleep?" 
"Why,  no,  hrother  Willie,"  a  sweet  voice  replies, 

"  I've  tried  in  vain,  but  I  can't  shut  my  eyes ; 
For  somehow  it  makes  me  so  sorry  because 
Dear  |>apa  had  said  there  is  no  '  Santa  Claus  ; ' 
Now  trt  know  there  is,  and  it  can't  be  denied. 
For  he  came  every  year  before  mamma  died  ; 
liut  then  I've  been  thinkinir  that  she  used  to  pray, 
And  (lod  would  hear  everything  mamma  would  say, 
And   perhaps   she   asked  llim  to   send  Sautii  Claus 

here 
With  the  sacks    full   of   presents   he  brought  every 

year." 
"  Well,  whv  tan't  we  p'ay  dest  as  mamma  did   then, 
And  ask  Ilim  to  send  him  with  presents  aden  ?  " 
"  I've  been   thinking  so,  too,"  and  without  a  word 

more 
Four  bare  little  feet  bounded  out  on  the  floor, 
And  four  little  kiu-es  the  soft  carpet  pressed. 
And    two    tiny    hands  were  clasped    close    to   each 

breast. 

3  "  Now  AVillie,  you  know  we  must  firmly  believe 
That  the  ])resents  we  ask  for  we're  sure  to  receive, 
You  must  wait  just  as  still  till  I  say  Amen, 

And  by  that  you  will  know  that  your  turn  has  come 

then. 
Dear  Jesus,  look  down  on  my  brother  and  me, 
Anil  grant  us  the  favor  we're  asking  of  Thee: 
I  want  a  nice  book  full  of  pictures,  a  ring, 
And  a  writing-<lesk,  too,  that  shuts  with  a  spring. 
Bless  ])apa,  dear  .Jesus,  and  cause  him  to  see 
That  Santa  Claus  loves  us  as  much  even  as  he; 
Don't  let  him  get  fretful  and  angry  again 
At  dear  brother  Willie  and  Annie,  amen  !  " 
"  Please,  Desus,  'et  Santa  Claus  tome  down  to-night, 
And  bring  us  some  presents  before  it  is  'ight. 
I  want  he  sould  dive  me  a  bright  little  box, 
Full  of  a<;'obats,  some  other  nice  blocks, 
And  a  bag  full  of  tandy.  a  book,  and  a  toy, 
Amen,  and  then,  Desus,  I'll  be  a  dood  boy." 
Their    pravers    being    ended,    they   raised    up    their 

heads." 
And  with  hearts  light  and  cheerful  again  sought  their 

be<ls  ; 
Tliey  were  soon  lost  in  slumber — both  peaceful  and 

deep. 
And    with    fairies   in   dream-land    were    roaming  in 

sleep. 

4  Flight,  nine,  and  the  little  French  clock  had  struck 

t<ii 
Ere  the  fatlu.r  had  thought  of  his  children  again  ; 
He    seems     now    to    hear     ^Vnnie's    hall-smolhiTed 

sighs. 
And  to  see  the   big  tears   standing   in  Willie's  blue 

eyes. 


"  I  was  harsh  with  my  darlings,"  he  mentally  said, 
"And  should  not  have  sent  them  so  early  to  bed, 
lUit  when  1  was  troubled — my  feelings  found  vent. 
For  bank  stock  to-<iay  has  gone  down  ten  per  cent. 
But  of  course  they've  forgot  their  troubles  ere  this, 
And  then  I  denied  them  the  thrice  asked-for  kiss; 
But  just  to  make  sure  I'll  steal  u|)  to  their  door. 
For  I  never  s|)oke  harsh  to  my  darlings  before." 
So  saying,  he  softly  ascended  the  .>.tairs, 
And  arriving  at  the  door  heard  both  of  their  prayers, 
Ilis  Annie's  "  bless  pa|)a  "  draws  forth  the  big  tears. 
And  Willie's  grave  promise  falls  sweet  on  his  ears. 
"  Strange,  strange,  I've  forgotten,"  said   he,   with  a 

sigh, 
"  How  I  longed  when  a  child  to  have  Christmas  draw 

nigh. 
I'll  atone  for  my  harshness,"  he  inwardly  said, 
"  Bv  answering   their   prayers,   ere    I   sleep  in  my 
■  bed." 


5  Then  he  turned  to  the  stairs  and  softly  went  down. 
Threw  oif  velvet  slippers  and  silk  (lres.siii;f-gowii, 
Donned   hat,  coat,   and   boots,   and   was  out  in    the 

street — 
A  millionaire  facing  the  cold  winter  sleet ; 
He  first  went  to  a  wonderful  "  Santa  Claus  "  store 
(He  knew  it,  for  he'd  passed  it  the  day  before). 
And  there  he   found   crowds   on    the   same   errand 

as  he. 
Making  purchase  of  presents,  with  glad  hearts  and 

free, 
Nor  stoi)ped  he  until  he  had  bought  everything 
From  a  box  full  of  candy  to  a  tiny  gold  ring. 
Indeed,  he  kept  adding  so  nmch  to  ids  store 
That  the  various  presents  outnumbered  a  score  I 
Then  homeward  he  turned  with  his  holiday  load, 
And    with  Aunt   Mary's   aid   in   the   nursery   'twas 

stowed. 
Miss  Dolly  was  seated  beneath  a  pine  tree. 
By  the  side  of  a  table  spread  out  for  a  tea, 
A  writing  desk  then  in  the  centre  was  laid, 
And  on  it  a  ring  for  which  Annie  had  prayed; 
Four  acrobats  painted  in  yellow  and  red 
Stood  with  a  block  house  on  a  beautiful  sled  ; 
There  were  balls,  dogs  and  horses,  books  pleasing  to 

see. 
And  birds  of  all  colors  were  perched  in  the  tree ; 
While  Santa  Claus,  laughing,  stood  up  in  the  top, 
As  if  getting  ready  for  more  presents  to  drop  ; 
And  as  the  foiul  father  the  picture  surveyed. 
He  thought  for  his  trouble  lie  bad  amply  been   paid; 
And  li(!  said  to  himself  as  he  iirushed  ofi  a  tear, 
"  I'm  happier  to-night  than  I  have  been  for  a  year. 
I've  enjoyed  more  true  pleasure  than  ever  before. 
What  care  I  if  bank  stock  falls  ten  per  cent,  more  1 
Hereafter  111  make  it  a  rule,  I  believe. 
To  have  Santa  Claus  visit  us  each  Christmas  eve." 


MOTHERnOOD     THE  CHILDREN'S  CHRISTMAS 


703 


C)  So  tliinkinp,  he  {jently  extinguished  the  li<;ht, 
And  tripped  down  stairs  tr)  ictni'  for  tlic  nij^lit. 
As  soon  as  tiie  l)Ciuiis  of  tiie  l»riiilit  niorniin;  sun 
Put  the  (iaikness  to  Hi;;iit  and   the  stars  one  by  one, 
Four  litlU;  l)hie  eyes  out  of  sleep  opened  wide, 
And  at  the  same  moment  tlie  |)ri'sent.s  espied. 
Then  ont  of  liieir  lieds  tliey  s[)ranji  with  a  hound. 
And   tlie   very   yifts  prayed   for    wtrre    all    of    them 

found  ; 
They  Iaui,died  and  they  cried  in  their  innocent  glee, 
And  shouted  lor  papa  to  come  (piick  and  see 
Wliat  presents  old  Sunta  Cluus  hud  brouglit  in  tho 

ni^ht 
(Just  the  things  they  had  wanted)   and   left  before 

li^d.t. 

7  "Anil  now,"  said  Annie,  in  a  voice  soft  and  low, 

"  You'll    believe    there's   a    Santa    Claus,    papa,    I 

know  ;  " 
"While  dear  little  Willie  climbed  up  on  his  knee, 
Determined  no  secret  between  them  should  be  ; 
And  told,  in  soft  whis])ers,  how  Annie  had  said. 
That  tiieir  dear,  bh-ssed  mamma,  so  long  auo  dead. 
Used   to  kneel   down   and  pray    by  the   side   of  her 

chair. 
And    that    (Jod,    \\\^    in    heaven,   ha<l   answered   her 

prayer ! 
"  Tht  n   we  dot  up  and    jtrayed   dust   as   well   as  wo 

tould, 
And    l)od    answered   our    prayers;    now   wasn't  He 

dood  ?" 
"  I  should  say  that  He  was  if  He  sent  you  all  these. 
And   knew  just  what  presents    my  children    would 

please 
(Well,  well,  let  liim  think  so,  tho  dear  little  elf, 
'T  would  be  cruel  to  tell  him  I  did  it  myself)." 

8  Hlind  father !  who  caused  your  stern  licart  to  relent? 
And  the  hasty  word  spoken  so  soon  to  repent  ? 

'T  was  till!  Heinji  who  bade  you  steal  softly  up  stairs, 
And  made  you  His  agent  to  answer  their  prayers. 

BOPniA  a.  HNOW. 


HANGING   THE   STOCKINGS. 

1  Three  little  worsted  stockings  hanging  all  in  a  row. 
And    I  have  patched  two  scarlet  heels,  and  darned  a 

crimson  toe. 
Over  the  eyes  of  azure,  over  the  eyes  of  brown. 
Seemed  as  though  the  eyelids  could  never  be  coaxed 

down. 

2  I  sang  for  a  good  long  hour  before   they   were  shut 

<juite  tight ; 
For  to-morrow  will  be  C'hristmiut,  and  St.  Nick  comes 

to-night  ; 
We  laughed  as  we  dropped  the  candies  into  heel  and 

toe. 
For  not  one  little  stocking  was  missing  from  the  row. 


3  And  when  our  work  was  ended,  wo  stood  a  little  apart. 
Silently  praying  the  Katlur  to  soothe  that  mother's 

hiart 
Who  looks  on  her  unworn  stockings  amid  her  fulling 

tears, 
Whose  darling  is  keeping  Christmiis  in  Christ's  eternal 
years. 

*— •   UBL 


MY    TREE. 

1  Which  is  the  best  of  all  the  trees  ? 
Answer  me,  ehildrfn  all,  if  you  please 
Is  it  the  linden,  with  tassels  gay. 

Or  the  w  illow  there  w  hen;  the  catkins  sway  ? 

Is  it  the  (/ak,  tht;  king  of  the  wo<mI. 

That  for  a  hundred  years  has  stood? 

The  graceful  elm,  or  the  stately  ash. 

Or  the  aspen,  w  hose  leaflets  shimmer  and  flash  ? 

2  Is  it  the  solemn  and  gloomy  pine. 

With  its  million  needles  so  sharp  and  line? 

Ah.  no  I    The  tree  that  I  love  be-t. 

It  buds  and  i)lossoms  not  with  tin-  rest. 

No  summer  sun  on  its  fruit  has  sniih d, 

Hut  ice  and  snow  are  around  it  piled  ; 

Hut  still  it  will  bloom  and  bear  fruit  for  me. 

My  winter  bloomer  !  my  Christmas-tree  I 

3  Its  blossoms  are  candles,  all  shining  gay, 
And  it  bears  its  fruit  in  the  (|ueerest  way ! 
All  tied  by  ril)bons  to  everytliing, 

Hig  and  little,  and  little  ami  big, 
Dolls  and  trumpets,  and  balls  and  bats. 
Horses  and  monkt-ys,  and  dogs  and  i.its. 
Drums  and  wlii>tles,  and  guns  and  whips, 
Crying  babies  and  flying  ships  ; 
Kvery  conceivaitlc  kind  of  box. 
With  all  conceivable  kiml  of  locks  ; 
Tigers  and  elephants  swinging  in  air. 
Singular  fruit  for  a  tree  to  bear  I 
Hut  so  it  blooms  and  bears  fruit  for  me. 
My  winter  bloomer  I  my  Christmsis-tree  ! 

4  Kim  and  linden  may  Iwth  W  fair. 

Hut  they  have  no  elephants  swinging  in  air; 

Ash  and  ma|)le  may  gracefully  grow. 

Hut  they  have  no  fifes  nor  whistles  to  blow  ; 

The  oak  may  be  king  of  the  forest  wide. 

Hut  he  has  no  parcels  with  riblK>ns  tietl, 

No  guns,  no  rattles,  no  l)ooks.  no  lioats, 

No  pigs,  no  lions,  no  cows,  no  goats. 

No  dolls,  no  cradles,  no  skates,  no  tops, 

N«)r  oranges,  candies,  or  lollipops. 

Nothing  that's  pn>tty.  an<l  nothing  th.it's  good, 

Hut  leaves  and  acorns,  and  kirk  and  W(mk1. 

So  the  tree  of  all  others  that's  Ih-s|  to  me 

Is  my  winter  bloomer  I  my  Christmas-tn-e! 


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wo  AT  Ay  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


THE   CHRISTMAS  TREE. 

1  In  tilt'  warm  parlor,  so  cosy  :iiiil  l»rii;lit. 
Five  litilr  iK(i]pk'  were  i;;illifri-il  one  ni^lit ; 
And  facli  iikmit  voice  was  l)riiiilul  of  ;;loe 

In  planninjj;  llicir  yilts  for  llic  C  liri^iiiias  tree. 

2  Saiil  .loiiiiic  llio  liravc,  "I  tliiiik  I  will  hiiy 
A  i;ootl  many  tliinj,'s,  if  tliinj;s  arc  not  lii^^li." 
Tlicn  Annie  and  Jennie  each  told  her  plan, 
And  fat  little  Twl  said,  "  I'll  buy  all  I  can." 

8  Then  spoke  little  May,  in  her  sweet  earnest  way, 
"  Mannna.  yon  say  Christmas  is  Christ's  birthday; 
If  for  llim  a  i.dft  I  hang  on  the  tree, 
Will  Jesus  be  ylad,  and  come  here  to  see  ?  " 

4  "  My  dear  little  girl,"  the  kind  mother  said, 
While  softly  she  smoothed  the  bright,  curly  head, 
"  The  Saviour  you  love  we  cannot  see  here, 

But  all  that  you  say  is  heard  by  His  ear. 

5  "He  said  long  ago,  that  if  we  will  take 

Good  things  to  the  poor  for  His  dear  name's  sake, 
His  heart  will  be  glad,  He'll  thank  us  the  same, 
As  if  we  should  mark  each  gift  with  His  name. 

6  "  Now  <lown  in  the  lane,  all  covered  with  snow, 
Is  a  i)oor  little  home — the  ])lace  you  all  know  — 
Where  three  little  girls  and  three  little  boya 
Have  very  few  clothes,  and  not  any  toys." 

7  Then  all  spoke  at  once  :   '*  Manmia,  let  us  take 
Some  presents  to  them  for  the  dear  Christ's  sake  ;" 
And  little  May  said,  "  We  can't  mark  His  name, 
But  mannna  says  Christ  will  be  glad  all  the  same." 

8  So  each  little  girl  and  each  little  boy 
IJougiit  mamma  a  gift — a  book  or  a  toy  ; 

And  kind  manmia  said,  while  counting  them  o'er, 
That  she  and  papa  would  add  to  their  store. 

9  So  when  the  day  came  for  the  Christmas  tree 
(I  wish  every  one  had  been  tlure  to  see), 
The  poor  little  folks  had  so  much  on  that  tree, 
All  were  as  happy  as  children  can  be. 

MARV  H.    ROWLAND 

In  "N.  W.  Advocate." 
EMPTY    CRADLES. 

1  Oh  !  the  empty,  empty  cradles, 

That  must  now  be  put  away. 
For  the  little  ones  will  need  them 

Nevermore  by  night  or  day. 
Pure  and  lovely,  dreaudess  sleepers, 

Need  not  to  be  rocked  to  rest  ; 
Tlieir  bright  heads  upon  the  jjillows 

Shall  no  more  be  softly  pressed. 

2  In  tlie  still  and  .«olomn  nightfall 

Death's  jiale  angel  noiseless  sped ; 
"  I  have  gathered  only  lilies 

For  my  Lord  to-<lay,"  he  said  ; 
Oh  1   the  lilies,  the  white  lilies, 

That  niaile  earthly  homes  so  bright, 
Mauv.  many  buds  are  missing 

Since  the  happy  morning  light. 
8  Waxi'u  hanils.  with  blossoms  in  tliem, 

Faces  very  white  and  fair, 


Curtained  eyes  like  hidden  sunlight, 

Silken  rings  of  sunny  hair. 
Hushed  and  slill  we  gaze  ujjon  them, 

And  we  scarcely  know  our  loss. 
But  to-morrow  we  shall  feel  it, 

Almost  crushed  beneath  the  cross. 

4  Little  robes  so  richly  broidered, 

Wrought  with  so  much  love  and  pride, 
Dainty  laces,  pale,  pure  ribbons, 

They  must  all  be  laid  aside. 
For  in  glorious  robes  of  brightness 

Are  the  little  ones  arrayed ; 
All  unstained  by  earth  the  whiteness, 

Such  a  little  while  they  stayed. 

5  Past  the  busy,  busy  mornings, 

And  the  nights  of  an.xious  care  ; 
Now  tht're  is  no  need  of  watching, 

There'll  be  time  enough  to  spare. 
Hushed  the  sweet  voice,  how  we'll  listen, 

Thinking  that  we  hear  it  oft; 
On  our  face  no  baby  fingers 

Touch  us  like  the  rose  leaves  soft. 
G  Never  mind  the  noisy  household, 

Nor  loud  footfalls  on   the  stair  ; 
They'll  not  wake  the  peaceful  sleeper. 

There's  no  baby  anywliere. 
In  a  casket  white  as  snowflakes, 

Nestling  all  among  the  flowers. 
Are  the  pure  and  stainless  lilies 

That  a  little  while  were  ours. 

7  In  cur  dreams,  'midst  dazzling  brightness, 

And  a  rapturous  burst  of  song  ; 
Through  our  tears  we  see  above  us. 

Radiant,  a  spirit  throng. 
In  their  arms  so  softly  cradled, 

Our  own  little  ones  we  know. 
And  we  seem  to  hear  them  whisper, 

"  The  white  lilies  from  below." 

8  Wide  the  shining  gates  are  opened, 

For  the  children  are  at  home  ; 
Back  to  earth  float  the  sweet  echoes, 

"  Jesus  suffers  them  to  come." 
Put  away  the  empty  cradles, 

Kee])  we  only  in  our  sight 
That  bright  glimpse  of  the  new  dwelling 

Which  the  children  have  to-night. 

9  T/tej/  are  safe  ;  but  Oh  !  so  many 

Who  the  cradles  have  outgrown, 
Wanch'r  far  in  sinful  ])athways. 

Farther  than  our  fears  have  known. 
You,  who  sit  and  nurse  your  sorrow, 

(Jo  and  seek  such  souls  to-<lay  ; 
Guide  the  feet  once  pure  and  staiidess 

Back  the  peaceful,  homeward  way. 
Mothers  of  pure  angels,  go 

Save  the  mother's  boys  who  perish, 
Siukin<r  'ueath  the  drunkard's  woe. 

MRS.  UKORCIA  HCUiK  M'LKOD. 
BalUmure,  Hd.,  1383, 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


MY    GIFT. 

I  thoii^iht  that  prattling  girls  and  boys 

Winiitl  till  lliis  cnipty  room  ; 
That  my  rich  iicarl  wouhl  j;:itiu'r  flowers 

Krom  ciiilcjhood'.s  opfiiiiiii  hloom. 
One  child  and  two  >;rccn  graves  are  miue, 

Tlial  is  (iod's  gift  to  me  ; 
A  bleeding,  fainting,  broken  heart — 

That  is  my  gift  to  Tliee. 

KI.IZABETB  PaZNTISS,   1852. 

SUGGESTIONS. 

1  If  we  could  always  keep  the  forms  we  prize, 

Earth,  now  so  desolated,  soon  would  he 
Heaven's  counterpart,  and  we,  with  tearless  eyes 
Would  speak  of  Heaven  and  of  Eternity. 

2  No  thoughts  of  swe-et  reunion  by  and  bye, 

Would  rouse  within  us  longings  to  be  pure, 
Nor  nerve  us  with  courageous  zeal  to  try 
Time's  tests  and  trials  bravely  to  endure. 

3  And  where  we  7iow  have  cherished  images 

Of  lovely  children  ami  well-guarded  graves, 
We  would  have  grown  folks,  always  growing  old, 
And,  like  ourselves,  to  toil  and  trouble  slaves. 

4  So  it  is  well  that  Death  doth  jealously 

Look  on  our  darlings,  and  bid  some  depart 
To  people  Heaven  ;  constrain  us  to  be  wise. 
Fear  CJod  and  serve  Him  with  a  perfect  heart. 

ANOIE  FULLER,  1883. 


PARENTS'    TREASURES. 

1  A  picture  fair  and  true 

Of  a  child-face  we  thought  more  sweet  and  dear 

Tlian  any  otlier  that  we  ever  knew 
Within  the  whole  world's  compass,  far  or  near. 

2  A  lock  of  .silken  hair. 

Some  tovs  and  little  garments  laid  away. 

And  guarded  with  a  mother's  tender  care, 
As  treasures  much  too  precious  for  decay. 

3  A  crave  wherein  is  laid 

A  childish  form  tJiat  we  were  wont  to  fold 

Close  to  our  hearts,  thinking  we  woidd  not  trade 
Nor  barter  it  for  tons  of  glittering  gold. 

4  Just  there  where  we  had  hoped 
For  lonii  ]iossession  and  devoted  care, 

For  noble  growth,  for  honor,  joy  and  pride, 
An«l  a  brave  voice  to  echo  praise  and  prayer. 

,')  Just  there,  yet  something  more. 
Sweet  ihonulits  that  cheer  and  comfort  all  our  grief. 

Our  eiiild  awaits  us  on  the  spirit  shore. 
Tile  hours  lly  fast,  and  life,  at  most,  is  brief. 

AJiuiK  ruLLEn,  1883. 


Jit;i]T  l^ouisf  JlilfK 


Wm  born  In  Brighton,  N.  Y.,  in  1842.  The  place  Is  a  suburb  of  Boch- 
esttr,  ill  aliidi  city  slie  wan  niarrieU  to  Alljcrt  .Smith,  Esq.  Her  present 
home  is  New  York  city.  Slie  brgau  writing  very  early  in  hfe.  Those 
will'  knew  her  well,  testify  to  her  uarm.  impulsive,  sympathetic  navure, 
which  breathes  itself  out  so  (tncefully  and  cheerily,  ciiiitiimally  striking 
rcs|>onsivc  chords  lu  every  reader's  heart.  From  (jood  authority,  it  is 
learned  that  "If,"  and  "  Tired  Mothers"  (which  follows  this  sketclij, 
were  Ijoth  written  before  Mrs.  Smith  came  to  the  woman's  royal  crown, 
allowing  tliat  she  possessed  the  true  mother  Instinct.  Mothers  bavs 
wept  over  these  genuine  bits  of  jxieto',  thus  standint:  as  pathetic  wit- 
nessiB  against  a  thiKiry  held  by  some,  that  poets  roust  le^rn  by  actual 
experience  what  they  teach  in  song.  Truly  is  it  said—  "That  which  you 
read  with  a  heirt  thri»b,  was  written  with  a  heart-throb."  The  poema 
of  very  few  authors  have  been  so  universally  copied  anonymously  into 
the  general  press,  a-s  have  those  of  Mrs.  Albert  Smith,  thus  causing  con- 
fusion as  to  the  true  author.  "Sometime, "  which  appears  in  tbiscol- 
lectiou,  has  been  credited  to  H  H.,  but  unjustly.  In  response  to  a 
query  from  a  friend  concerning  it,  Mrs.  Smith  replied— "  Yes,  I  wrote 
"Sometime"  on  the  cars  one  day,  journeying  from  Chicago  to  Spring- 
field, IlL,  (at  which  latter  city  she  resided  several  years.)  It  was  sug- 
gested by  the  conversation  of  a  lady  and  gentleman  occujiying  stats  In 
front  of  me.  She  held  in  her  hand  the  portrait  of  a  lovely  child,  and 
sometimes  kissed  it,  and  as  she  talked  of  the  little  one,  her  tears  fell 
like  rain,  I  grew  sober  and  sad,  and  drew  my  pencil  from  my  p(>cket 
and  wrote  my  thoughts  on  a  piece  of  crumpled  iiaper." 

The  poem  entitled  "In  Prison,"  which  appears  in  the  Temperance 
Dei  artnient  of  tliis  volume,  and  is  so  appropriate  for  our  W.  C.  T.  U. 
Flower  Mission  Day,  sometime  after  its  first  appearance  was  sent  to  the 
Chicago  Tribune  as  the  production  of  an  inmate  of  the  penitentiary  at 
Joliet,  111.,  and  a  paragraph  prefaced  it,  recognizing  the  deep  feeling 
expreased.  also  remarking  that  the  prisoner-poet  was  worthy  of  a  better 
fate.  Afterward  when  the  editor  learned  of  the  imposition  ujion  the  true 
author  and  himself,  his  indignation  knew  no  bounds.  In  his  biograph- 
ical sketch  of  Mrs.  Smith,  A.  A.  Hopkins,  Esq.,  says;—"  Poetry  born  of 
passion  is  ever  debasing.  Were  Burns,  Byron,  Moore  and  Hood  estimated 
by  the  rule  th,it  nothing  is  truly  poetical  in  which  the  heart  shows  chieBy, 
it  would  rob  them  of  half  or  all  of  their  laurels.  Poetry  begotten  of 
heartfulnesi, ennobles  and  uplifts. 

Granting  this.  May  Riley  .Smith  is  a  truer  poet  than  many,  because 
truer  to  the  purest  instinctK  of  the  9<ml.  Even  Longfellow  an<l  Bryant 
are  not  tnier  than  she,  unless  they  have  made  deeper  Impress  on  the 
heart  of  humanity." 


TIRED    MOTHERS. 

A  little  elbow  leans  upon  your  knee. 

Your  tired  knee,  that  has  so  much  to  bear ; 
The  child's  dear  eyes  are  looking  lovingly 

From  underneath  a  thatch  of  tangled  hair. 
Perhaps  you  do  not  heed  the  velvet  touch 

Of  warm,  moist  fingers,  folding  yours  so  tight ; 
You  do  not  prize  this  blessing  over-much 

Y'^ou  almost  are  too  tired  to  pray  to-night. 

But  it  is  blessedness  !     A  year  ago 

I  did  not  si>e  it  as  I  do  to-day. 
We  are  so  dull  and  thankless  ;  and  too  slow 

To  catcli  the  sunshine  till  it  slips  away. 
And  now  it  seems  surpassing  strange  to  me. 

That,  while  I  wore  the  badge  of  motherhood, 
I  did  not  kiss  more  oft,  and  tenderly. 

The  little  child  that  brought  me  only  good. 


MOTHERHOOD.    BEREA  VEMENT. 


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3  And  if,  some  niglit  when  you  sit  <li»\vn  to  rest, 

Vou  nii>.s  this  i-llmw  Iroin  your  liru<l  jiiifc  ; 
This  restless  curliuj^  iiiad  lioui  off  your  breast, 

This  lispiug  tougue  tiiat  ehatters  eonstantly  ; 
If  from  your  own  liie  diuipled  iiauds  had  shjiped, 

And  ne'er  wouiil  nestle  in  your  palm  again  ; 
If  the  white  feet  in  their  grave  had  tripped, 

1  could  not  blame  you  for  your  heart-ache  then  ! 

4  I  wonder  so  that  mothers  ever  fret 

At  little  children  clinging  at  their  gown  ; 
Or  that  the  footprints,  when  the  days  are  wet, 

Are  ever  black  enough  to  make  them  frown. 
If  I  could  Knd  a  little  muddy  boot. 

Or  cap,  or  jacket,  on  my  chandjer  floor ; 
If  I  could  kiss  a  rosy,  restless  foot. 

And  hear  it  patter  in  my  liouse  once  more  ; 

5  If  I  could  mend  a  broken  cart  to-<lay. 

To-morrow  make  a  kite,  to  reach  the  sky — 
There  is  no  woman  in  (jod's  world  could  say 

She  was  more  blissfully  content  than  I. 
But  ah  I  the  dainty  pillow  next  my  own 

Is  never  rumpled  by  a  shitdng  heail  ; 
My  singing  birdling  from  its  nest  is  flown; 

The  little  boy  I  used  to  kiss, is  dead! 


MIUI.  ALBCRT  SMITH. 

"Aldine." 


Home  is  the  pasture  where  my  soul  may  feed, 
This  room  a  j)aradise  has  grown  to  be  ; 

And  only  where  these  patient  feet  ohuU  lead 
Can  it  be  home  for  these  dear  ones  aiui  me." 

5  lie  touched  with  reverent  hand  the  ht  Ipless  feet, 

Thc!  children  crowded  dose  and  kissed  her  hair. 
"Our  mother  is  so  good,  and  kind,  and  sweet, 

There's  not  another  like  her  un\  where!  " 
The  baby  in  her  low  bed  opened  wide 

Tlie  soft  blue  flowers  of  her  timid  <-ye8. 
And  viewed  the  group  al)out  the  cradh;  side 

With  smiles  of  glad  and  innocent  Mirjirise. 

6  Th(!  mother  dr<'W  the;  baby  to  her  knee 

And,    smiling,    said :       "  The     btars    shine    soft 
to-idght  ; 
My  world  is  fair  ;  iLs  edges  swoot  to  me, 
Aud  whatsoever  is,  dear  Lord,  is  right." 


COMPENSATION. 

1  She  folded  up  the  worn  and  mended  frock 

And  smoothed  it  tenderly  upon  her  knee. 
Then  through  the  soft  web  of  a  wee  rv\\  sock 

She  wove  the  bright  wool,  musing  thoughtfully  : 
"  Can  this  be  all  ?     The  great  world  is  so  fair, 

I  hunger  for  its  green  and  pleasant  ways  ; 
A  cripple  prisonc^l  in  her  restless  chair 

l>ooks  from  her  window  with  a  wistful  gaze. 

2  "  The  fruits  I  cannot  reach  are  red  and  sweet, 

The  paths  forbidden  are  both  green  and  wide  ; 
O  (<od  !  there  is  no  boon  to  helpless  feet 

So  altogether  sweet  as  paths  (h'liied. 
Home  is  most  fair  ;   bright  are  my  household   fires, 

And  childnMi  arc;  a  gift  without  alloy  ; 
lint  who  would  bound  the  field  of  thi-ir  desires 

By  the  prim  hedges  of  mere  fireside  joy  ? 

3  "  I  can  but  weave  a  fair  thread  to  and  fro, 

Making  a  frail  woof  in  a  baby's  sock ; 
Into  the  world's  sweet  tumidt  I  would  go. 

At    iLs    strong    gates    my    trembling    hand    would 
knock." 
Just  then  the  children  came,  the  father  too  ; 

Their  eager  faces  lit  the  twilight  gloom  ; 
"  D.ar  heart,"  he  whis|)ered,  as  lie  nearer  drew, 

'*  How  sweet  it  is  within  this  little  room. 

4  "  Cro  1  puts  my  strongest  comfort  here  to  draw 

When  thir-it  is  great  and  common  wells  are  dry. 
Your  pure  de>ire  is  my  unerring  law  ; 
Tell  me,  dear  one,  who  is  so  safe  as  I  ? 


MAHV  HILCV  altlTII. 


Sirs.  SI.  g.  C.  f  Inbe 

Wu  horn  at  Steep  Brook,  a  northern  port  of  FalJ  Rlrer,  Maa.,  and 
dlc<l  April  15,  1882.  at  the  ase  of  56  jean. 
."he  Ix-gao  to  write  at  a  Terjr  early  ace,  aod  althouRb  writing  much  Id 

bot!i  prone  aud  virsf  for  oldur  pifiple,  as  she  a<lT;iriccil  In  yean,  her  chief 
work  wan  fur  tin-  children  wh'im  iilic  loTeJ  w>  tend.rly.  and  whi.ln  nrtiim 
loT.-d  her  and  the  oongs  and  little  pUy»  written  hy  her  for  th<  m.  F.ir 
yeani  »he  edited  "GixkI  Tlme»."  then  puhlisbed  at  Fall  RWcr.  now  in 
Bonton.  She  alwi  did  mnch  editorial  worli  in  railoua  Sunday  Sdiool 
paiirm.  and  published  aereral  books  for  day  and  .Sabbath  KhooU. 

No  one  t'Ter  appealed  to  her  hi  Tain  for  aaaistancc  In  anjrtbinc  that  lay 
In  hiT  power  to  i^rant. 

Ani'>n((  b-r  rhiff  bjminB  that  hare  appeared  In  many  pnbllRsitloni, 
"  Ship  uf  Ziuu"  la  pronounced  one  of  the  fineat  of  any  by  late  writcra- 

IN    MEMORIAM. 

MKS.    li.    B.   C.    SLAOE. 

1  The  angel  of  Death  came  all  un.secn 

And  severed  the  spirit  from  that  still  clay  ; 
The  angels  of   Love  came  down,  serene, 
.\nd  gently  bore  her  away  I  awav  ! — 

2  Away  to  that  btantiful  home  above, 

Leaving  behind  her  a  name  will  won  ; 
Leaving  behind  her,  her  rieeds  of  love  ; 

To  the  '*  Promised  Land  "  for  aye  she's  gone  ! 

OftJlt'IK  lloLMBa. 


(After  Mr*.  81a<Io'a  death,  one  of  herKrandchlldren,— nor  four  year  old 
Gnl<;i<'.  Mid,  "Every  night  I  itull  look  up  to  the  moon  and  mm  Uraailina 
imiling.") 

A   SMILE   FROM    HEAVEN. 

1    I'apa,  I  am  looking,  looking  up  to  heaven  tf>-ni<:ht, 
I'p  where  the  moon  is  shining,  so  clear,  so  pure,  m) 

bright : 
And,  papa,  I  am  thinking  grandma's  smile  I  sec. 
And  each  iMam  that's  falling  dowuwanl  is  a  kiss  that 

fulls  on  me. 


710 


WOUfAy  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


2  Ami   so    I'll    koop  on   looking;   glad  of   darkness  I 

will  l)e  ; 
For  (iaikiu'ss  opens  heaven,  so  that  grandma's  smilo 

I   >.e. 
And,    papa,   let  us    both    look, — look  at  tlie  sky  so 

iiriiilit. 
Look  tliroiigli  our  lilooui  and  sadness, — seel  grandma 

eomes  with  light. 

p.   E.   HOPEIKg. 
For  "Goldie." 


EIGHTEEN. 

1  Oh  !  grown  a  dim  and  fairy  shade, 

I)tar  ciiild,  who,  liftcen  years  ago, 
Out  of  our  aims  eseapcd  and  (led, 
With  swift,  wliite  feet,  as  if  afraid, 

To  hide  hi'ucath  the  grass,  the  snow, 
That  sunny  little  head. 

2  Tiiis  is  your  birthday  !     F'air,  so  fair  ! 

Ami  grown  to  gracious  maiden  height, 
And  versed  in  heavenly  lore  and  way, 
White-vested  as  the  angels  are 

'Mid  very  light  of  very  light, 
Somehow,  somewhere  you  keep  the  day, 

3  Willi  those  new  friends — whom  "new"  we  call. 

But  who  are  dearer  now  than  we 
And  better  known  by  face  and  name  ; 
And  so  they  smile  and  say  :  "  How  tall 
The  child  becomes,  how  radiant — she 
Who  was  so  little  when  she  came." 

4  Darling,  we  count  your  eighteen  years — 

Fifteen  in  heaven,  on  earth  but  three- 
Ami  try  to  shape  you  grown  and  wise. 
And  all  in  vain  ;  there  still  ai)pcars 
Only  the  child  you  used  to  be — 
Our  baby  with  the  violet  eyes. 

SUHAN   COOLIDOE.     1883, 
In  "IndcpendeuL" 


3  Ah  !  these  little  ice-cold  fingers. 

How  they  point  our  memories  back 
To  the  hasty  words  and  actions 

Strewn  along  our  backward  track  ! 
How  these  little  hands  remind  us, 

As  in  snowy  grace  they  lie. 
Not  to  scatter  thorns — but  roses — 

For  our  reaping  by  and  by. 

4  Strange  we  never  prize  the  music 

Till  the  sweet-voiced  bird  has  Hown  ; 
Strange  that  we  should  slight  tlie  violets 

Till  the  lovely  Howers  are  gone  ; 
Strange  that  summer  skies  and  sunshine 

Never  seem  one-half  so  fair 
As  when  winter's  snowy  pinions 

Shake  their  white  down  in  the  air ! 

5  Lips  from  which  the  seal  of  silence 

None  but  God  can  roll  away, 
Never  blossomed  in  such  beauty 

As  adorns  the  mouth  to-<lay  ; 
And  sweet  words  that  freight  our  memory 

With  their  beautiful  perfume, 
Come  to  us  in  sweeter  accents, 

Through  the  portals  of  the  tomb. 

6  Let  us  gather  up  the  sunbeams 

Lying  all  around  our  j)ath  ; 
Let  us  keep  the  wheat  and  roses. 

Casting  out  the  thorns  and  chaff ; 
Let  us  find  our  sweetest  comfort 

In  the  blessings  of  to-day, 
W^ith  a  patient  hand  removing 

All  the  briars  from  the  way. 

MAY  RILEV  SMITH,  1867. 
(An  originally  priutvd,  Feb.  23,  1867,  in  "Rochester  Union  and  Advertiser.' 


IF   WE    KNEW. 

1  If  we  knew  the  woe  and  heartache 

Waiting  for  us  down  the  road. 
If  our  lips  coidd  taste  the  wormwood, 

If  our  backs  could  feel  the  load, 
Would  we  waste  the  day  in  wishing 

Kor  a  time  that  ne'er  can  be  ? 
Would  we  wait  in  such  impatience 

For  our  ships  to  come  from  sea  ? 

2  If  we  knew  the  baby  fingers 

1'n's.icd  ai::iinst  the  window  pane, 
Wciidil  be  cold  and  slid  to-morrow — 

Xfver  troul)le  us  airain — 
Wr)nld  the  bri'_dit  eyes  of  our  darling 

Catch  the  frown  upon  our  brow? 
Would  the  print  of  rosy  fiiiixers 

Vex  us  then  as  they  do  now  ? 


LITTLE   'WILLIE. 


I  heard  the  voice  of  an  angel 

That  chanted  sweet  and  low  : 
"O  fond  pale  mother,  with  cheek  so  wet. 

If  thou  could'st  oidy  know  ! 
Thv  son  ilied  on  thy  bosom. 

And  his  hands  were  pure  from  sin  ; 
I  carried  him  up  to  the  temple  above 

The  new  song  to  begin, — 
I  carrietl  him  up  to  the  fold  of  love. 

Ami  tlie  Shepherd  took  him  in. 
On  the  ladder  that  reaches  from  heaven  to  earth 

Unseen  I  come  and  go, 
An<l  I  hear  the  cry  of  mothers  who  weep 

For  their  sons  who  died — not  so  I  " 

IfMA  LOCKE  BAILEY,  1879. 


MOTHERHOOD.    BEREA  VEMEST. 


711 


ALL   ALONG    LIFE'S   JOURNEY. 

1  A  dear  littk)  j^irl  by  li»;r  inothfr's  kueo 

Stands,  ti  yiuy  witli  oat  nest  look. 
To  spell  out  the  words  that  seeui  .•>()  liard 

On  tlio  leaves  of  the  IMessed  Hook. 
"See,  mother,  these  words  are  meant  for  me  — 
'  Sutler  little  ehiklren  to  come  to  me.'  " 

2  Tlie  maiden  waits  on  the  tlireshold  now 

Of  a  new  anil  dawning  life. 
Over  her  head  is  youth's  golden  glow, 

Unmixed  with  the  world's  dark  strife. 
For  her  are  these  words  in  their  tender  truth, 
"  Remember  llim,  now,  in  the  thus  of  thy  youth." 

3  Happy  wife,  working  with  lieart  and  hand, 

IJnsy  from  rising  to  setting  of  sun  ; 
Hoping,  and  planning,  and  caring  for  all, 

'riiinking  your  labor  is  never  done. 
This  is  the  promise  lie  giveth  to  thee  — 
"As  thy   day  may  demand  shall  thv  stn-ngth  ever 
be." 

4  Mother-heart,  broken  and  burdened  and  crushed, 

Arms  tlial  are  empty,  ami  eyes  that  must  weep, 
Where  caus't  thou  turn   when    thy    treasures  are 
gone 

Out  into  the  world,  or  in  death's  quiet  sleep? 
Cast  all  thy  burdens  and  woes  on  the  Lord, 
lie  promises  comfort  and  strength  iu  His  word. 

5  Weary  and  worn  is  the  pilgrim  now. 

Earth  and  its  shadows  are  vanisiiing  fast ; 
Laughing  and  sighing  and  sorrow  and  toil 

Soon  will  be  ended  and  over-past. 
What  shall  now  comfort  the  lonely  cue  ? 

That  tender  promise,  of  all  the  best  — 
"  Their  labors  o'rv  —  there  remaineth  now 

For  the  people  of  LJod  —  a  rest  —  a  rest !  " 

BLIZAnmi    MATTIIKWn, 

OuUiiTiUo.  IU. .  Fob.  1381 


THE   WATCHER 

1  The  night  w.-vs  dark  and  fearful 

The  bhust  swept  wailing  by; 
A  watcher,  pale  and  tearful, 

Look'd  forth  with  an.xiouscye; 
How  wistfully  she  gazes  — 

No  gleam  of  morn  is  there  ! 
And  then  her  heart  repraises 

Hi'r  agony  of  prayer  ! 

2  Within  that  dwelling  lonely, 

Where  want  and  darkness  reign, 
Her  precious  child,  her  only, 

Lay  moaning  in  bis  \v.\\\\  ; 
And  death  alone  can  free  him  — 

She  feels  that  this  nmst  be  : 
"But  Oh  I  for  morn  to  .sec  him 

Smile  once  agam  on  me ! " 


3  A  hun<lre<l  light.s  are  glancing 

In  yonder  mansion  lair. 
And  nurry  feel  are  dancing  — 

They  heed  not  morning  there. 
O  young  an<l  lovely  creatures, 

One  lump,  from  out  your  store, 
Would  give  that  jxior  boy's  features 

To  her  fond  gaze  ouce  more. 

4  Thi!  morning  sun  is  shining  — 

She  heedeth  not  its  ray  ; 
lieside  lier  <lead.  reclinuig, 

The  |)allid  mother  lav  • 
A  smile  her  lip  was  wreathing, 

A  smile  of  hope  and  love. 
As  though  she  still  were  breathing  — 

"There's  light  for  us  above." 


KAKAU  1.    IIAI.II,   1M8. 
I'bUa<leli>hla. 


ARE   THE   CHILDREN   SAFE? 


1  Thank  Ood  that  my  darling  is  resting 

Sale  in  tiie  bosom  of  (io«l  I 
Praise  Him  for  little  hamls  folded 

Under  the  church-yard  .sod  ! 
I'm  glad  that  on  the  white  forehead 

I've  printed  the  last,  long  kiss  ; 
Do  you  ask  why  I'm  gl.id  and  thankful, 

And  can  i)raise  Go<l  .so  for  this  ? 

2  Last  night  as  I  sat  in  my  w  indow. 

Looking  out  on  the  moonlit  street, 
My  neighbor's  once  beautiful  Ixjy 

Went  by  with  unsteady  feet  ; 
And  I  rrmcndn'r  how  1  had  envied 

His  mother  that  sorrowful  time, 
When  God  sent  his  white-winged  angel, 

And  leaving  her,  took  mine. 

3  And  now  she  sits  in  her  lonelv  homo, 

In  tears,  broken-hearted,  and  old  ; 
While  the  stainless  feet  of  my  darling 

An;  walking  the  streets  of  gohl. 
Thank  (Jod  for  taking  my  child  so  soon. 

Lest  he  might  have  gone  astrav  ! — 
For  none  are  safe  while  doors  of  sin 

Stand  wide  as  they  do  to-<lay. 

4  I  i>ify  the  <'hildrcn  of  years  to  come, 

And  mothers,  who  liitir  know 
What  lies  for  tlnin  in  the  future 

Of  tears  and  bitterest  wm* : 
For  a.s  long  as  men  ar«>  liren.srd  to  sell 

The  horrid,  accnrs/il  thinu. 
If  we  cry  not  aloud  a-raiiist  it. 

The  curae  ou  ourselves  we  shall  bring. 


712 


WOAfAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


b  Yon  may  ho  the  one  next  to  suffer, 

'rii(>ii;^li  little  yuii  think  it  now  ; 
The  stani|)  of  sin  may  he  printed  next 

Oil  your  hoy's  pure,  white  hrow. 
Draw  him  ever  so  earefuUy,  lovingly, 

Tenderly,  close  to  your  heart ; 
I{cmcinl)er  the  day  is  soon  coming 

When  mother  and  son  must  part, 
Wlien  he  must  go  out  in  the  husy  world. 

Alone,  a  man  among  men. 

C  Sliall  we  fling  wide  the  doors  of  temptation 

To  lure  our  boys  in  them  ? 
We  all  have  a  voice  in  the  matter, 

And  you  and  Til  have  to  stand 
In  the  great  Day  of  Judgment, 

At  the  bar  at  God's  right  hand, 
To  give  account  whether  for  or  against 

This  evil  wt;  raised  our  voice  ; 
How  for  (iod  or  sin.  for  gold  or  souls, 

We  made  everlasting  choice. 

MR«     V.   K.    LKWIS. 

In  "New  York  ErangelUt." 


€m\x  ^lirc  grolra.    (gtrs.  6.  g.  gcbur) 

la  a  liucal  descendant  of  the  English  poet,  Mrs.  Hemans,  whoso 
nuUdt;!!  uaiuo  was  Brown,  and  has  much  the  same  graceful,  pathetic 
style,  which  partakes  of  a  delicacy  of  poetic  fejvor,  not  often  seen. 
Miss  lirown  is  the  daughter  of  a  Southern  clergyman.  Rev,  Wm.  A. 
Brown,  who  died  while  his  daughter  was  Quite  young.  At  the  age  of 
thirteen  she  was  acontrihutor  to  the  Louisville, Ky., "Journal,"  Philadel- 
phia "Saturday  Evening  Post,"  and  other  prominent  pai>ers  and  peri 
cals.  for  which  she  received  good  remuneration.  Her  present  home  is  in 
Danville,  111.,  where  in  the  iiuiet  sadness  of  her  widowed  life,  she  de- 
votes herself  to  literary  pursuits.  Among  her  numerous  i)oem8,  all  of 
which  are  so  much  a^lmired,  iffai^krintj  tht  Rtihy  has  been  selecf'ed  as 
one  of  the  most  tender  and  touching,  as  well  as  appropriate  to  this  de- 
partment of    Woman  in  Sacred  Song. 

MEASURING   THE   BABY. 

1  We  measured  the  riotous  baby. 

Against  the  cottage  wall — 
A  lily  grew  at  the  threshold. 

And  the  boy  was  just  as  tall ! 
A  royal  tiger  lily, 

With  spots  of  purple  and  gold. 
And  a  heart  like  a  jewelled  chalice, 

The  fragrant  dew  to  hold. 

2  Without,  the  blackbirds  wh.istled 

High  up  in  the  old  roof  trees. 
Ami  to  and  fro  at  the  window 

'I'he  red  rose  rocked  her  bees  ; 
And  the  wcm;  pink  fists  of  tin-  baby 

Were  never  a  moment  still  — 
Snatching  at  shine  and  Kha<low 

That  danced  on  the  lattice-sill. 

3  His  eyes  were  wide  as  bluebells — 

His  month  like  a  flower  unblown — 
His  little  bare  feet,  like  funny  whiti'  mice, 
Peeped  out  from  his  snowy  gown  ; 


And  we  thought,  with^a  thrill  of  rapture 

That  had  yet  a  touch  of  pain, 
AVlien  .June  rolls  rouml  with  her  roses, 

We'll  measure  the  boy  again. 

4  Ah  me  !     In  a  darkened  chamber. 

With  the  sunshine  shut  away, 
'Jlirough  tears  that  fell  like  bitter  rain, 

We  measnreil  our  boy  to-day. 
And  the  little  bare  feet  that  were  dimpled, 

And  sweet  as  a  budding  rose. 
Lay  side  by  side  together. 

In  the  hush  of  a  long  repose. 

5  Up  from  the  dainty  pillow, 

AVliite  as  the  risen  dawn. 
The  fair  little  face  lay  smiling. 

With  the  light  of  heaven  thereon  ; 
And  the  dear  little  hands,  like  rose-leaves 

Dropped  from  a  rose,  lay  still, 
Never  to  snatch  at  the  sunshine 

That  crept  to  the  shrouded  sill. 

6  We  measured  the  sleeping  baby, 

With  ril)i)ons  white  as  snow. 
For  the  shining  rosewood  casket 

That  waited  him  below. 
And  out  of  the  darkened  chamber 

W'e  went  with  a  childless  moan — 
To  the  height  of  the  sinless  angels 

Our  little  one  has  grown. 

ZMMA  ALICE  BROWK. 
(Mrs.  E.  A,  Bevar.) 

THE   OLDEST    DOLL    IN    THE    WORLD. 

1  In  Britain's  Great  Museum,  on  a  shelf 

In  the  Egyptian  room,  I  saw  last  year 
The  oldest  doll  in  all  the  world  :  an  elf. 

Grimy  and  grim,  and  cold,  and  very  queer, 
With  head  of  blackened  clay — the  rudest  toy 
That  ever  gavewa  little  maiden  joy. 

2  Taken  from  out  the  dusky,  mummied  arms 

Of   a  sm.ill  child,  it  had  perchance  been  bought, 
111  Imndred-gated  Thebes,  while  yet  alarms 

Of  the  fierce  Shepherd-Kings  were  kept  in  thought. 
And  put  with  her  beneath  the  coffin  lid. 
When  men  were  building  the  first  Pyramid. 

3  Legless  and  armless,  it  had  made  a  part 

Of  one  sweet  life  ;  in  loving  arms  had  lain 
Close  to  an  innocent,  warm,  beating  heart  ; 

Been  kiss'd  and  scolded,  and  then  ki.ss'd  again, 
Just  as  onr  waxen  beauties,  fair  and  gay. 
Delight  the  little  maidens  of  to-day. 

4  Oh  !  I  could  bring  again  that  long  past  hour. 

The  priests  of  Isis,  and  the  stately  town. 
The  temples  white  with  sacred  lotus  flower. 

The  patient,  wide-eyed  people,  grave  and  brown  ; 
The  dusky  chamber,  and  the  narrow  bed,      . 
The  white  robed  maidens  singing  round  the  dead. 


MOTnERBOOD.    BEItEA  VEMES'T. 


713 


5  But  Oh  I  it  was  a  mother's  heart,  I  know, 

Tliut  thoiii,'ht  perclmiice  the  childish  hands  might 
nii^s 
Thfir  phu  lliiiij: ;  I  can  see  her  bending  low 

To  give  the  smill  set  face  its  hist,  last  kiss, 
And  place  tins  snapclcss  doll  upon  the  breast 
That  had  so  early  found  eternal  rest. 

6  And  so  the  uncouth  toy  gets  sudden  grace  ; 

Heart  touches  heart  luyond  three  thousand  years; 
And  mother  stands  by  mother  in  that  place 

Where  all  alike  have  she<l  heart-breaking  tears. 
()  sad  Kgy|)tian  I   I  can  understand 
The  doll  within  the  cotHn — take  my  hand. 

LILLIK   C   UARH. 

In  "  N.  Y.  Lotlgci." 


Two  little  snowy  checks, 
Dimple-diiite<l  nevermore ; 
Two  lilth;  trodden  shoes, 
That  will  never  touch  the  floor. 
Shoulder-ribbon  softly  twi-ted. 
Apron  foliled,  clean  and  white  ; 
These  are  left  nie  — und  these  oidy 
Of  the  childish  presence  bright. 


KTUBl.  LVMM   UKMA, 


Sirs.  Jlouniis 


CONSOLATION 

1  In  smothered  tones  they  said, 

"  The  chihl  nuist  die." 
I  turned  me  from  the  bed 
Anil  bowed  my  bruised  head, 
Then  with  sharp  pain  1  tied 

His  parting  sigh. 

2  My  heart  was  rent  in  twain, 

My  soul  forlorn, — 
When  bursting  through  the  pain 
Like  heaven's  blessed  rain 
This  vision  not  in  vain 

To  me  was  borne. 
2  Celestial  radiance  streamed 

From  vista  far. 
Through  shining  ranks  out-gleamed 
Fond  eyes  that  on  me  beameil, 
Happy  with  (lod's  redeemed, 

As  seraphs  are. 

4  I  knew  him  for  my  own 

In  raiment  bright. 
His  Heecy  robe  outshone 
The  light  where  lie  had  flown 
His  luother's  love,  out  blown 

In  garment  white  I 

5  So  peaceful  from  that  hour 

I  can  abide  ; 
Content  that  love  and  power 
Are  his  eternal  dower, 
And  life's  transcendent  flower 

Is  glorified ! 

LnriKA   PAIWOMH  llnPKIVH. 
Br  pcnnlaina  Lev  k  Shp|ianl.  1881. 

FROM    "BABY    LOOKING    OUT    FOR    Mli." 

Two  little  waxen  hands. 
Folded  soft  ami  silently  ; 
Two  little  curtained  eves 
Looking  out  no  more  for  me ; 


la  a  rmlileDt  of  Chlcacn.  She  i«  crer  a  rmAy  wiiUrr  In  both  pm«!  and 
Tviw-,  aiiU  la  <iiif  (if  Uif  mmt  iinimimiit  aiiiniiK  IIIin'>l>  wurki-ra  aii<l  Ico- 
tiirvn  In  behalf  of  the  TuiniNumuoo  Reform,  uudra  the  a«U|iloei  t<f  tba 
W.  C.  T.  U. 


FROM    HIS   HEART." 


"For  the  Ixinl  will  nnt  caat  off  for  CTcr." 

"  Hut  Ihoiich  Ik'  caiiac  grief,  jrri  will  hi-  hare  onmraminn  aeonrdlngln 
thu  iiiullitiidt.' i>r  Hiamurclcs.  Fnr  tie  doth  not  aflllot  willitujly  Ifrom 
Ula  heart  I  nor  griere  the  children  of  men."    Lam.  Ill:  31—33. 

1  "  From  His  heart,"  so  reads  the  margin, 

(iod  <loth  not  afflict  nor  grieve  ; 
Oh  I  what  comfort  comes,  and  courage, 
As  these  words  I  now  believe. 

2  Now  believe  !  e'en  while  the  sorrow 

Pierces  with  its  sharpest  sting, 
AVaifing  not  for  some  to-morrow. 
And  the  balm  that  time  may  bring; 

3  But  just  now,  while  heart  is  breaking. 

Every  joy  and  comfort  fled. 

Even  life  I  turn  from. — dinging 

Close  and  closer  to  my  dead. 

4  Then  how  precious  just  to  trust  Him, 

As  His  "waves  and  billows"  roll. 
And  to  Uear  alx)ve  the  tempest 
Jesus  si)eakiiig  to  my  soul. 

5  Hear  Him  say  He'll  have  "compassion," 

Though  I  le  cause  me  deejiest  grief, 
"Multitudes  of  tend«'r  mercies," 
Ikinging  to  my  swift  relief. 

G  ••From  His  heart  I"  how  sweet  the  record, 
Link  it  with  "For  (Io«l  is  love." 
(Question  not  tin'  wise  "chastisement," 
It  but  leads  to  re«l  above. 

Lot'iaa  •   ani-Kna.  IMBL 
■*  Unla 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


MY  WILLIE  IS  GONE,  OR,  WAS  IT  ONLY  A  DREAM? 


SONG  AND  CHORUS. 


Words  and  Music  by  Uzs.  G.  W.  B,VXTEB.    1881. 
con  (ifJettuoHO. 


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2.  Oil!  )ft       me 

3.  The  dream   is 


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and  for  one  liour 
the  vis-ion  fled, 


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En    -    joy  this    per -feet  bliss:       For    nev-er-niore 

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Oh!   let     uie  feel  his   soft  warm    face  Pressed 

I    know  he's  gone    where  sin   shall  ue"er  His 


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TO   THE    MEMORY    OF    BIRDIE. 

Whi)  came  iuto  this  life  and  entered  into  life  eternal,  October  3,  1883. 
Tliisalutein.  East  .ifrica.  Child  of  Rev.  and  Mrs.  A.  D.  Shaw,  now 
missionaries  at  Kisalutiui. 

1  Baby  Birdie  !  why,  Oh  !  wliy, 
Did  you  only  couie  to  die  ? 
Teil'us  why  your  little  wing 
Swiftly  Hew  where  angels  sing? 

2  ProM-ious  Birdie  I  such  a  nest 
"Waited  you  on  mother's  breast ; 
Father's  strong  and  loving  arm 
Safe  would  shield  you  from  alarm 

3  First-born  Birdie,  precious  gift. 
With  our  bleeding  hearts  we  lift, 
Lay  thee  on  tiiy  Shepherd's  breast 
Safely  gatiiered,  sweetly  rest! 

4  Wondrous  Birdie  !  breath  divine, 
Ami  immortal  spirit  thine, 
Tiiiiie  the  vesture  snowy  white. 
Thine  the  mansion  fair  and  bright. 

5  Ruisomed  Birdie !  welcomes  ring 
F'roin  tiiy  dear  ones  near  the  King, 

*Auntie's  song  will  surely  greet 
Amy's  "  little  one  "  so  sweet. 

6  F'arewcll,  Birdie !  will  you  wait, 
Vcrv  near  the  pearly  gate  ? 
While  w(!  toil  'mid  scoreliing  heat, 
Sheaves  to  lay  at  Jesus'  feet. 


7  Birdie's  Master !  we  will  bring 
Afric's  sons  to  own  Thee  King  ; 
Jewel  dark,  and  heathen  gem. 
Flash  in  Thy  bright  diadem. 

MARIA  V.    O.  BAVEBOAIm 

^Francis  Bidley  Havergal,  who  died  in  1876. 

lulia  f .  Srott,  net  flinncs, 

Redded  in  Towanda,  Pa.,  a  place  whose  wild  romantic  beauty  has 
been  culebratud  by  many  of  her  sisttr  poets.  She  died  in  1S42.  Her 
friends  published  a  volume  of  her  poems  in  Boston,  soon  after  her  death. 
Her  style  was  simple  and  melodious,  yet  full  of  imagery,  poetic  idea,and 
sincere  feeUng. 

FROM    A    POEM     ENTITLED 
"MY   CHILD." 

"  There  is  one  who  has  loved  me,  debarr'd  from  the  day." 

The  foot  of  Spring  is  on  yon  blue-topped  mountain. 
Leaving    its    green    prints    'neath   each   spreading 
tree ; 
Her  voice  is  heard  beside  the  swelling  fountain. 

Giving  sweet  tones  to  its  wild  melody. 
From  the  warm  South  she  brings  unnumbered  roses 

To  2rect  with  smiles  the  eye  of  grief  and  care  ; 
Iler  balmy  breath  on  the  worn  brow  rei>oses, 
And  her  rich  gifts  are  scatter'd  everywhere  : 

I  heed  them  not.  my  child  1 
*  *         *         *         *         ♦         ♦"♦         * 


MOTlIERnooD.     BERKA  VEMENT. 


'i: 


2  Ujioti  tho  hro.ist  of  pityin.ii  lovo  tlioii  l(>anost, 

U'liicli  (ill  uii  eurtli  ilid  pillow  mk-Ii  its  tliuu, 
Nor  turiiM  ;i\vjiy  jictitioin.T  the  iiuaiiest — 

I'niy  to  lliin,  sinless — lie  will  hear  theo  now. 
Plead  for  thy  weak  ami  broken-hearted  mother; 

Pray  that  thy  voice  may  whisper  wonls  of  peace, 
Her  ear  is  deaf,  and  can  iliscern  no  other; 

Speak,  and  her  bitter  sorrowings  .^hall  cease  : 

Come  back  to  me,  my  child ! 

3  Come  but  in  dreams — let  me  once  more  behold  thee, 

As  in  thy  hours  of  buoyancy  and  ,i;leo. 
And  one  brief  moment  in  my  arms  infold  theo 

Beloved,  I  will  not  ask  thy  stay  with  me! 
Leave  i)ut  tin;  impress  of  thy  dove-lik(!  beauty, 

Which  memory  strives  so  vaiidy  to  recall, 
And  I  will  onward  in  the  path  of  duty, 

liestraining  tears  that  ever  fain  would  fall ! 

Comu  but  in  dreams,  my  child] 

JULIA  H.  Ml-OTT. 

HOW  SHALL    I    DEAR    MY    PAIN? 

1  IIow  shall  I  bear  my  pain  ? — the   pain  that  mothers 

feel 
When  on  the  brow  of  their  first-born,  dread    Death 

hath  set  his  seal. 
IIow  shall  1  bear  my  |>ain  ?     T  w  ill  not  let  me  rest ; 
It  clutches  me  and  holds  me,  till  my  heart  bleeds   in 

my  breast. 
]^Iy  tears  unshed  burn  hot  w  ithin  their  stony  source ; 
And  oft  I    wince    beneath  the  lash  of  conscience  or 

remorse. 

2  IIow  shall  I  bear  my  pain  ?    To  flod  I  cannot  come  ; 
I    try   to    pray — I    turn    away — my    angry    lips    are 

tbunb. 
I  think  I  would  be  plad  to  lay  mo  down  and  die, 
Woidd  that  not  make  more  suffering  for  better  ones 

than  I. 
IIow  shall  I  bear  my  pain  ?  for  it  must  still  be  borne. 
It  will  not  give  my  spirit  rest  at  noon,  at  eve,  or 

morn. 

3  IIow  shall  I  bear  my  pain  ?     IIow  make  a  gain  of 

loss  ? 
I'll  to  my  bosom  press   it,  as  the  old  saints  pressed 

the  cross. 
And  when  I  feel  its  hurt,  I'll  closer  press  the  thorn. 
Till  out  of  deepest  suffering,  a  purer  life  is  liorn. 
From  God's  dear  hand  has  come  each  blessing  of  my 

life  ; 
Shall  I  forsake  Ilis  lianner,  then,  in  sorrow's  fearful 

strife  'i 

I  Ah!  No  I  May  God  forgive  my  torn  heart's  bitter- 
ness ; 

His  gift  so  dear,  I  give  again,  and  still  His  name  I 
bless, 

I  will  not  lift  to  Heav'n  n  face  all  wet  with  tears  ; 

I  will  not  show  my  faithful  Cio<l  a  heart  all  black  with 
fears. 


Though  round  mo   niglu  and  Btorm,  find   all    uiiKecn 

the  way, 
Though  lie  should  slay  me,  I  will  tnmi,  and  wait  Ilia 

perfiMt  Day. 

MUI.  K.  M.    KIHKrATHK-I.  IMl 

I>llt»u.  Moiitaiuk, 

MY   SHELLS. 

1  I  8too<l  beside  Love's  brimming  sea  ; 
The  bright  waves  broke  in  melody 
On  golden  sands,  close  up  to  me. 

2  More  beautiful  the  waters  seemed 
Than  maiden  heart  had  ever  dreamed. 
As  over  them  the  sunlight  beame<l. 

3  The  waves  brought  treasures  from  a  land 
Afar,  to  many  an  outstretclu-«i  liand 

Of  those  who  waited  on  the  stranil. 

4  To  one,  sprigs  of  anemone  ; 

A  gem  to  one,  most  fair  to  see  ; 
Two  little  shells,  at  last,  to  me. 

5  Two  little  shells,  as  snow-(lakes  white, 
Whose  lips,  kissed  by  the  rosy  li;;ht. 
Were  flushed  with  crimson,  soft  and  bright. 

6  And  from  tlieir  lips  there  came  a  tone 

So  low  and  sweet — half  song,  half  moan — 
Learneil  of  the  ocean's  waves  alone. 

7  .\nd  all  day  long,  beside  the  st-a, 
Kntranced  by  the  strange  inehxly, 

1  sat,  and  heard  them  sing  to  nn — 

8  I'litil  they  to  my  heart  had  grown, 
Until  I  claim*  d  them  for  my  own. 
And  they  and  I  were  only  one. 

9  They  were  not  niin«',  alas  for  me  ! 
The  waves  rolled  high,  anil  angrily 
liore  heart  and  shells  into  the  sea. 

10  And  all  the  night  I  sat  alone 
I'pon  a  cold  and  nakeil  stone. 
And  to  the  waters  made  my  moan  : 

11  ( )  cruel  waves  !      O  mocking  sea  ! 
AVithin  thy  breast  can  pity  be  ? 
IJring  back  my  heart,  my  shells,  to  mc. 

12  Hut  still  the  waves  boat  calmly  on  ; 
For  other  hands  their  gifts  were  strewn, 
And  till  the  morn  I  sat  alone. 

13  Then  came  a  voice  most  soft  and  still. 
That  did  the  air  like  |M-rfiinie  till. 
And  all  my  waiting  spirit  thrill  : 

14  "The  fount  of  \a)\c  eternal  dwells 

Within  the  sea ; 
Thither  the  waves  thy  treasure  boro, 

To  guanl  for  thee. 
I'.mbraced  within  iu  clasping  shells, 

That  licart  of  thine. 
At  liist,  to  |M>arl-lik<-  )N-auty  grown, 

A  gem  shall  shine. 


71ft 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


Eartli's  poisonous  air  thy  lovely  shells 

IIuil  (iiiiuHcil  cn-ioiig. 
Thy  h(>:iit  iiiowii  restless,  and  liave  strayed 

On  witli  the  tlirong. 
Say,  from  tlieir  calm  and  peaceful  home — 

Their  native  sea — 
Shall  I  brin<^  back  thy  heart,  thy  shells, 

To  moan  to  thee  ?  " 

15  Gladly  I  answered  to  the  wave, 
As  it  my  weary  feet  did  lave, 
"  Nay,  keep,  Oh  !  keep  the  gifts  ye  gdve." 

MBS.  8.  M.  I.  URNRV,  1863. 

BEYOND   THE   RAIN. 

The  cold  and  pitiless  rain 
Is  pouring  from  the  cloud. 

And  under  the  wet  sod 
My  darling  in  a  shroud, 
Lies  calm  and  still,  her  meek  white  hands 
Folded  in  death's  unyielding  bands. 
The  pale  Howers  withered  on  her  breast, 
Her  eyes  closed,  in  a  dreandess  rest, 
The  damp  curls  on  her  pallid  brow 
The  warm  breeze  neer  will  flutter  through. 
Life  will  no  more  its  crimson  flush 
Paint  on  lier  check  ;   the  solemn  hush 
Of  death  is  there.      I  hear  the  rain, 
And  my  heart  throbs  with  sudden  pain ; 
I  long  to  clasp  her  close  once  more 
In  my  arms,  and  sing  as  oft  of  yore, 
A  soothing  lullaby  in  her  ear : 
"  My  love,  the  rain  can't  come  in  here." 
O  3'earning  arms,  ye  reach  in  vain  ! 

0  longing  heart,  each  throb  is  pain  ! 
The  king  of  terrors  has  claimed  thy  gem. 
And  set  it  in  his  cold  diadem ; 

1  cannot  reach,  or  bring  it  back. 

To  cheer  my  life's  dull,  solemn  track, 
liut  beyond  the  grave,  in  pastures  green. 
Where  no  dark  river  rolls  between 
The  loved  and  ever  living,  there, 
IJlessed  by  the  tender  Shejiherd's  care, 
My  darling  I  may  find  again. 
Beyond  the  grave — beyond  the  rain. 

e;:ii.v  p.  Williams. 
Atlanta,  111.,  October,  1861. 

COMFORT    AT    BABY'S    GRAVE. 

1   The  leaves  arc  f.alling.  falling, 

All  gold,  and  red,  and  brown, 
In  many-colored  showt;rs 

They  flutter,  noiseless,  <lown. 
On  hills,  now  sere  and  fath'd, 

When;,  through  the  summer  days. 
The  green  grass  s|)riMgs.  and  the  wild  bird  sings, 

And  the  frolic  sunbeam  strays. 


2  The  flowers  are  f-iding,  fading  ; 

Where  is  the  Wild-Hose  bloom  ? 
White  Lily,  and  jjurple  N'iolet, 

And  Larkspur's  nodding  plume  ? 
Long,  long  ago  they  vanished. 

And  all  that  is  left  of  them — 
Of  the  tender  bloom  and  the  sweet  perfume — 

Is  the  withered  leaf  and  stem. 

3  Our  hopes  are  falling — fading  ; 

Wliere  the  summer  grass  did  wave 
On  the  hillside,  starred  with  blossoms, 

We  laid  them  in  the  grave. 
Some  day  for  the  earth  new  flowers  will  bloom, 

Fresh  leaves  will  deck  the  ])lain  ; 
Ah  I   hopes  so  dear,  that  lie  buried  here, 

Will  ye  comfort  our  hearts  again  ? 

4  Sleep,  little  flowers — Rest,  buried  hopes  ! 

We  trust  in  the  Father's  love. 
Bright  as  of  yore,  shall  ye  bloom  once  more, 
In  the  summer-land  above  ! 

ELIZABETH   A.    MATTHEWS. 

Carlinville,  III.,  1834. 

THE    RINGS    OF    HAIR. 

1  I  have  two  sunny  rings  of  hair, 
Preserved  for  years  with  tenderest  care ; 

2  Intwined  together  they  are  laid, 
The  two  half-linked  in  golden  braid. 

3  The  twilight  veil  that  shrouds  the  past. 
My  memory  penetrates  at  last. 

4  I  see  the  two  bright  beings  now. 
And  those  soft  curls  upon  each  brow. 

6  The  shadowy  veil  they've  long  since  passed. 
And  swept  alike  by  wint'ry  blast, 

6  Or  summer's  mild  and  fragrant  breath. 
They  heed  not,  locked  in  arms  of  death. 

7  Though  seven  changeful  years  have  fled 
Since  they  are  numbered  with  the  dead, 

8  Their  tones  of  childish  music  still 
Bring  to  my  heart  the  old  time  thrill ; 

9  And  in  remembrance  still,  I  keep 
Their  last  words,  as  they  fell  asleep. 

10  Sweet  words  !   "I'm  going  —  going  home." 
They  saw  the  light —  we  felt  the  gloom, 

11  But  those  words,  like  a  healing  l(>af. 
Lay  on  the  bleeding  wounds  of  grief. 

12  Ah !  much  we  murmure<l,  and  repined. 
Refusing  long  to  be  resigned. 

13  But  these  last  words  would  ever  come  ; 
Until  we  felt  they  were  at  home ; 

14  At  home  in  heaven  among  the  blest  — 
Saved  from  all  sin  —  at  peace  —  at  rest. 

15  And  this  all  nuirniuring  thoughts  must  quell. 
It  is  the  Lord —  lie  doeth  well. 

ANNA  MARIK  SPAl'LT>INO. 

Summerfield.  IlL 


MOTHERnoOD.     nEREA  VEMENT. 


•\M 


JJIiss  fouisc  1.  gilrott. 

Mln  Alcolt  was  b<«rii,  J832.  in  (iuniiaiitowu,  IV  Her  proieiit  i*«l- 
deuoj  U  In  Concord.  Man*.  AJtlioUijli  MiM  AJcitfn  lilcrary  uchiere- 
muiiM  liaro  Iweii  monlly  lu  pr.K  ■.  alio  bait  written  ••.lu)  ch..ko  biL«  of 
Terso.  Hi-r  first  attempt  at  wriUng  wan  lu  rhyiuo.  at  the  a«u  of  ciiibl 
jean. 

(May  Alcolt  Nolriker,  sUtrrof  I»ui»o  M.  Alcott.  and  the  younKint  of 
her  four  "  Uttle  Women."  died  recently  In  ParU.  whlllier  »lie  went  a  y.-»r 
or  two  ago  to  puiwie  her  art  iitudieii.  |   VIM. 

OUR    MADONNA. 

1  A  child  lier  waywanl  pencil  ilrcw 

On  ni:iij,Miis  of  lur  book  : 
Garhiiids  of  flowi-r.s  (hincin;:?  elves, 

Hiril,  butttrtiy  ami  brook. 
LossoiiH  uiuloiu',  ami  \t\:\\  forgot, 

Seikinj;  witli  liand  and  lu'art 
Till'  tt-acluT  whom  sho  leariu'd  to  lovo 

Hifore  she  knew  'twas  Art. 

2  A  niaidfii,  full  of  lofty  dn^ains, 

SIfiidtr  and  fair  ami  tall 
As  were  the  ;,'oild(sses  she  traced 

Tpon  her  ehanibcr  wall. 
Still  laboriiii,'  with  brush  and  tool. 

Still  seekini;  everywhere 
Ideal  beauty,  -iraee  aiiM  strength 

In  the  "divine  despair." 
8  A  woman,  sailin-^  forth  alone, 

Ambitious,  brave,  elate, 
To  mould  life  with  a  dauntless  will. 

To  seek  and  eon([uer  fate. 
Rieh  colors  on  her  pah^tte  <jl,owed, 

Patience  bloomed  in  power ; 
Endeavor  earned  its  just  reward, 

Art  had  iu  happy  hour. 

4  A  wife,  low  sitting  at  his  feet 

To  paint  with  tender  skill 
Tiie  hero  of  her  early  dreams. 

Artist,  but  woman  still. 
Glad  to  shut  the  world  away, 

I''orjj;ettinu;  even  Rome; 
Content  to  Ite  the  household  saint 

Shrined  in  a  peaceful  home. 

5  A  mother  folding  in  her  arms 

The  sweet,  supreme  success, 
Giving  a  life  to  win  a  life. 

Dying  that  she  might  bless; 
Grateful  for  joy  unspeakable. 

In  the  brief,  blissful  past; 
The  picture  of  a  baby  face 

Ilcr  loveliest  and  last. 

6  Death,  the  stern  sculptor,  with  a  touch 

No  earthly  jnnver  can  stay. 
Changes  to  marble  in  an  hour 

The  bt-autiful.  pale  clay; 
But  Lovt>.  the  mighty  master,  comes. 

Mixing  his  tints  with  tears. 
Paints  an  immortal  form  to  shino 

Uudimmed  by  coming  years. 


7  A  fair  .Madonna,  golden-iiain-d, 

\\'lio>«'  soft  cNC.-.  seem  to  lir<MMl 
Upon  tiie  child  who-c  liitU-  liaml 

Crowns  Inr  with  moihcrh<M)d  ; 
Sainted  i»y  death,  yet  Ixiund  to  earth 

IJv  its  most  ten<ier  lies. 
For  life  lias  yielded  up  to  her 

Its  8a<Te<l  mystj-ries. 

8  So  ]iv«',  (h-ar  soul  I  serene  and  safo. 

Throned  as  in  Haphael's  skies. 
Type  of  tin-  love,  the  faith,  tin-  grief 

Whose  pathos  never  dies. 
l)i\ine  or  iiuinan,  still  the  same 

To  touch  and  lift  the  heart  ; 

Eaith's  sacrifice  is  heaven's  fume. 

And  Nature  truest  Art. 

Loi'UK  M.  Auwrr. 

"Wouuin'>  J'Hinial." 


Jfliss  Ingtlolu 


Wan  t>om  at  Ipuwlch,  Knula'id.  ivpmi'tliiiiif  ""t  Bfty  jrmn  a«o  (IS8S). 
Her  iKx-nin  »«•  unirenally  wlnilro.!.  an  arc  lur  iir.*«j  wurk*.  |mjinlii«jt 
•luoug  which  are  two  uoTuli,  and  conilderable  llU'ralurr  for  children. 

SEVEN    TIMES   SIX. 

GIVING   IN    MAUUIAGE. 

1  To  bear,  to  nurse,  to  rear. 

To  watch,  and  then  to  lose: 
To  see  my  briirht  ones  ili,-appear. 

Drawn  up  like  morning  dews; — 
To  b<ar,  to  nurse,  to  rear. 

To  watch,  and  then  to  lose: 
This  have  I  done  when  (io<l  drew  near 

Among  His  own  to  choose- 

2  To  hear,  to  heed,  to  wed. 

And  with  tiiy  lord  depart 
In  tears  that  lie,  as  soon  as  slie<l, 

Will  let  no  longer  sm:irt  ; — 
To  he.ir,  to  ht!ed,  to  wed, 

This  while  thou  didst  I  smiled, 
For  now  it  wjus  not  (iod  who  saiil, 

"  ilother,  give  mk  thy  child." 
8  O  fond,  O  fool,  and  blind,! 

To  G(xl  I  gave  witli  fears ; 
But  when  a  man  like  gnice  would  find, 

Mv  soul  |)Ut  by  her  fears. 
O  fond,  ()  fool  and  blind.! 

(i<h1  guards  in  happier  sphen's  ; 
That  man  will  guard  where  he  did  bind 

Is  hope  for  unknown  years. 
4  To  h«'ar.  to  heal,  to  wi-<I, 

Fair  lot  that  mai<len»  chooso. 
Thy  mother's  lenderest  wonls  are  said, 

Thy  face  no  more  she  views ; 
Thy  mother's  lot,  my  dear. 

She  <loth  it  nou;.:ht  accuse  ; 
Her  lot  to  bear,  to  nurx',  to  rear, 

To  love — and  then  to  lose. 

Ttaa  "  8oa«i  nf  Scvcb.* 


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SEVEN    TIMER   SEVEN. 

I.ONOINO    FOIt    ll'OIK. 

1  A  soiij:  of  a  boat : — 

'riicrt'  was  oiR'o  a  boat  on  a  billow  : 
Lii^liily  she  rockfd  to  Iut  port  rcinotc, 
And  till'  foam  was  white  in  lur  wake  like  snow, 
Aud  her  frail   mast   bowed   when   the   breeze  would 
blow, 
And  beut  like  a  wand  of  willow. 

2  I  shaded  mine  (>yos  one  day  when  a  boat 

Went  eurtesyini;  over  the  billow, 
I  marked  her  eonrse  till  a  daiic  ing  mote 
She  faded  out  on  the  moonlit  foaiu, 
And  I  stayed  behind  in  the  dear  loved  home  ; 
And  my  thou;Llhts  all  <lay  were  about  the  boat, 
And  my  dreams  upon  the  pillow. 

3  I  pray  you  hear  my  sonjr  of  a  boat, 

For  it  is  but  short  : — 
]My  boat,  yon  shall  find  none  fairer  afloat, 

In  river  or  port. 
Long  I  looked  out  for  the  lad  she  bore. 

On  the  ojx'n  desolate  sea, 
Aud  I  think  he  sailed  to  the  heavenly  shore, 

For  he  came  not  back  to  me — 

Ah  me  ! 

4  A  song  of  rest  : — 
There  was  oiK^e  a  nest  in  a  hollow : 
Down  in  the  mosses  and  knot-grass  pressed, 
Soft  and  warm,  and  full  to  the  brim. 
Vetches  leaned  over  it  purple  and  dim. 
With  buttercup  buds  to  follow. 

5  I  i)ray  you  hear  my  song  of  a  uest, 
F'or  ii  is  not  long  : — 
You  shall  never  liglil.  in  a  summer  quest 

The  bushes  among — 
Shall  never  light  on  a  jirouder  sitter, 

A  fairer  nestfnl,  nor  ever  know 
A  softer  sound  than  their  tender  twitter, 
That  wind-like  did  come  and  go. 

6  I  had  a  nestful  once  of  my  own, 
Ah  I  happy,  happy  I ! 
Right  dearly  I  loved  them  :  but  when  they  were  grown 
Thi!y  spread  out  tlu-ir  wings  to  fly. 
Oil !  one  after  one  tlu-y  flew  away 
Far  up  to  the  heavenly  blue. 
To  the  lietter  country,  th(>  upper  day,  ^ 

And — 1  wish  1  was  going  too. 

7  I  pray  you,  what  is  the  uest  to  me. 
My  empty  nest  ? 
And  what  is  the  shon;  where  I  stood  to  see 
^  My  boat  sail  down  to  the  west? 

Can  I  call  that  home  where  I  anchor  yet, 

Though  my  good  man  has  sailed  ? 
Can  I  call  that  home  where  inv  m^st  was  Hut, 
><ow  all  its  hopj  hath  failed? 


Nay,  but  the  port  where  my  sailor  went. 

And  the  land  where  my  nestlings  be, — 

There  is  the  home  where  my  thoughts  are  sent, 
The  oidy  home  for  me — 

Ah  me  ! 

JEAN  IKGELOV. 


THE   CHILDLESS    MOTHER. 

1  I  lay  my  tasks  down  one  by  one, 

I  sit  in  the  silence  in  twilight's  grace. 
Out  of  its  shadow,  soft  and  dun. 
Steals  like  a  star  my  baby's  face. 

2  Mocking  cold  are  tiie  world's  poor  joys. 

How  j)oor  to  me  all  its  pomp  and  pride! 
In  my  lap  lie  the  baby's  idle  toys, 
In  this  very  room  the  baby  died. 

3  I  will  shut  these  broken  toys  away 

Under  the  lid  where  they  umtely  bide; 
I  will  smile  in  the  face  of  the  noisy  da}', 
Just  as  if  baby  had  never  died. 

4  I  will  take  up  my  work  once  more 

As  if  I  had  never  laid  it  down, 
Who  will  dream  that  I  ever  wore 
Motherhood's  regal,  holy  crown  ? 

5  Who  will  deem  my  life  ever  bore, 

Fruit  the  sweeter  in  grief  and  pain  ? 
The  fleeting  smile  that  the  baby  wore 
Outrayed  the  light  of  the  loftiest  brain. 

6  I'll  meet  him  in  the  world's  rude  din. 

Who  hath  outlived  his  mother's  kiss 
Who  hath  forsaken  her  love  for  sin — 
I  will  be  spared  her  pang  in  this. 

7  Man's  way  is  hard  and  sore  beset. 

Many  may  fall,  but  few  can  win. 
Thanks,  dear  Sliepherd  I  my  lamb  is  safe. 
Safe  from  sorrow  and  safe  from  siu. 

8  Nevertheless,  the  way  is  long. 

And  tears  leap  up  in  the  light  of  the  sun, 
I'd  give  my  world  for  a  cradle  song, 
^  And  a  kiss  fo/  baby — only  one. 

MARY   CLBlimB. 

IN    HIS    KEEPING. 

You  give  your  little  child  a  costly  book. 

Full  of  gay  pictures  and  engravings  rare, 
But  oidy  let  him  on  its  beauties  look. 

And  then  remove  it  with  a  loving  care  ; 
"  Not  now,  my  child,"  you  say  in  gentle  tone, 

"It  is  too  costly,  and  too  rich  a  treasure. 
But  bye  and  bye,  when  you  have  older  grown. 

And  can  more  ])erfectly  enjoy  the  j)leasure, 
I  will  restore  the  ]in!tty  book  .again  ; 
You  know  your  mother  would  not  cause  you  pain." 


MUTIIERUUOD.     BF.::EA  VEMEST. 


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2  O  tni'itiiifj  childlmnd !     ITo  ro^ifjns  tlio  i^ift 

Into  \<)ur  1()\ iiii;  liand-i  without  u  sijjli  ! 
He  knows  the  tcmlfrness  tliut  iills  your  heart 

Will  not  refuse  it  to  him,  bye  and  bye. 
Poor  mother,  beiidinj,'  o'er  the  empty  crib 

Where  slept  your  little  one,  with  bahy-smilo. 
Think  tliat  tiie  One  who  ^ave  the  preeious  gift, 

Ilath  Ijut  reuiove<l  it  for  a  little  while. 
Art!  you  so  wise,  that  you  would  tlare  w  iildiold 
Your  tender  lambkin  from  tiie  Leaveuly  fold  ? 

3  How  can  you  tell  what  your  poor  cart-  would  do  ? 

Even  at  tlui  best,  you  could  not  shield  Idm  (piite; 
Evi'u  with  your  wisest  thought,  you  could  not  know 

Alwaya  to  jiuiile  those  little  feet  ari^dlt. 
Can  you  not  let  (Jod  have  the  charge  of  him? 

He  never  takes  away  what  Ho  hath  given, 
And  your  sweet  child  will  always  be  your  own, 

Thongh  you  are  left  on  earth,  and  he  in  heaven. 
He  ki'cps  him  for  you  with  a  holy  care, 
And  you  shall  shortly  go  and  find  him  there  ! 

MUM    iiR.  MAmirws. 
CwUuriUt.'.  Ul.,  \tm. 

A    FACE    AT   THE   WINDOW. 

1  Once  as  1  waiidcnd  down  the  street, 
I  saw  at  a  window  a  face  so  sweet — 
The  tiny  face  of  a  baby-girl, 

Witli  a  soft,  clear  eye,  and  a  silken  curl  — 
And  I  looked  o'er  my  shoulder  again  to  see 
The  sweet,  sweet  face  that  smiled  on  nie, 
With  a  look  in  the  eyes  that  seemed  to  say, 
"  I  have  come  from  heaven,  but  not  to  stay." 

2  Ailown  the  stnM't  as  I  walked  again, 

I  looked  for  the  face  at  the  w  indow-pano  ; 
lUit  the  blind  was  drawn.  an<l  I  heard  it  said, 
As  I  passed  along,  that  tlu;  child  was  dead. 
O  hap|)y  baby  !      O  clurub  girl, 
IJonie  up  out  of  the  din  and  whirl, — 
Out  of  the  sorrow  and  saddened  strife 
That  burden  even  the  brightest  lift — 
Out  of  the  ilarkness  and  out  of  the  gloom, 
A  bud  in  the  garden  of  Otxl  to  bloom — 
Safe  from  danger,  and  aire,  and  (!old — 
Sheltered  forever  within   the  fold. 

S  What  have  you  missinl,  O  tlainty  dove, 
By  flying  so  soon  to  the  realms  above  ? 
Missed  earth's  sorrows  and  missed  earth's  fears, 
A  woman's  pains  and  a  woman's  tears, 
The  bitter  lees  of  a  cup  too  sweet. 
The  aching  h(;ad  and  the  weary  feet. 
Danger,  and  sickness,  and  ileath,  and  loss. 
And  all  the  pleasures  that  are  but  drosa. 

4  Sweet,  sweet  face  with  the  soidt'ul  ryes. 

Look  from  the  windows  of  (lod's  fair  skies- 
Look  with  those  beauteous  orbs  of  thiue. 
And  draw  me  nearer  to  ihini;s  divine. 
Walking  along  Life's  troubled  way. 
Let  me  look  up,  a3  I  looked  that  «lay, 


And  know  that  a  fair  and  cherub  face 
Smiles  upon  lue  through  leagues  of  space. 
Help  me  to  keep  from  the  snares,  my  Bweet, 
'I'hat  lie  uiuimubered  alNitit  my  feet  ; 
Watch  when  I  htuud)ie,  that  I  may  rise 
Cheered  by  the  light  of  lliy  smiling  eyes 
Anil  when  my  journey  of  life  is  tloue, 
May  I  see  thy  face,  O  cherub  one  I 

ELLA   WIIKELSm. 

"NOW    I    LAY    ME   DOWN   TO   SLEEP." 

1  "Now   I  lay  me  down  to  sleep," 
Ami  the  blue  eyes,  dark  and  deej), 
\a'X  their  snowy  curtains  down, 
Kdgetl  with  Cringes  gohlen  brown. 
"All  ilay  long,  the  angels  fair, 
I've  Ix-eii  watching  over  there; 
Heaven's  not  far,  'tis  just  in  siglit. 
Now  they're  calling  me,  gotMl-night; 
Kiss  me,  mother,  do  not  weep. 
Now  I  lay  me  down  to  slee|>." 

CllORl'8. —  "Over  there,  just  over  there, 

I  shall  say  my  morning  prayer; 
Kiss  me,  mother,  do  not  weep. 
Now  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep." 

2  Tangled  ringlets,  all  smooth  now. 
Looped  back  from  the  waxen  brow  ; 
Little  hands  so  dimpled  white. 
Clasped  together,  cold,  to-night; 
Where  the  mossy,  ilaisieil  mmI 

•       IJrought  sweet  messages  from  (J<xl, 
Two  pale  lips  w  iih  kisses  pres.s'd 
There  we  left  her  to  her  rest, 
An<l  the  <lews  of  evening  weep 
Where  we  laid  her  down  to  sleep. 
CnORi  s. —  Over  there,  just  over  tljere  ; 

List!  the  angtds'  morning  pray'r 
Lisping  low  thro'  fancy  creep, 
"Now  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep." 

msK  HATTii  A.  roz. 

ONLY    A    YEAR 

1  One  year  ago  a  ringing  voice, 

A  dear  blue  eye. 
And  clustering  curls  of  sunny  hair, 
Too  fair  to  die. 

2  Only  a  year, —  no  voice,  no  smile. 

No  glance  of  eye. 
No  clustering  curls  of  golden  hair. 
Fair  but  to  di*-. 

3  One  year  ago,  what  loves,  what  scheme* 

Far  into  life  I 
What  joyous  ho|)09.  what  high  n  «<.lv.  a. 
What  generous  strife! 

4  The  silent  picture  on  the  wall. 

The  burial-stonc. 
Of  all  that  Inauty,  life,  and  joy, 
liemaiu  alouo ! 


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5  One  year,  one  yonr,  one  little  year, 
And  so  imu-li  j.'()iu'  I 
And  yi't  tlic  •■veil  liow  of  life 
Moves  calmly  ou. 
G  The  grave  grows  green,  the  flowers  bloom  fair. 
Above  that  head; 
No  sorrowiii^r  tint  of  leaf  or  spray 
Says  he  is  dead. 

7  No  i)aiise  or  hush  of  merry  birds, 

Tiiat  sing  above, 
Tells  us  how  coldly  sleeps  below 
The  form  that  we  love. 

8  ^^'^lore  hast  thou  been  this  year,  beloved  ? 

What  iiast  tliou  seen  ? 
AViiat  rising  fair;  what  glorious  life. 
Where  tliou  hast  been  ? 

9  The  veil !  the  veil !  so  thin,  so  strong! 

'Twixt  us  and  thee; 
The  mystic  veil !  when  shall  it  fall, 
Tiiat  we  may  sea  ! 

10  Not  dead,  not  sleeping,  not  even  gone; 

15ut  |)resent  still, 
And  waiting  for  the  coming  hour 
Of  God's  sweet  will. 

11  J^ord  of  the  living  and  the  dead. 

Our  Saviour  dear  I 
We  lay  in  silence  at  Th}'  feet 
This  sad,  sad  year  ! 

MR8.  H.   B.  STOHTE. 

LOST. 

1  Lost  your  treasures,  little  maiden  ? 

No  !     Do  not  or}'. 
Mother  ke(;ps  them  safe  for  thee ; 

And  by-and-by, 
WluMi  tlu;  study  hours  are  o'er. 
You  shall  play  with  them  once  more. 

2  Lost  your  lov'd  ones,  tired  heart  ? 

Nay  !     Do  not  sorrow. 
God  (loth  keep  them  safe  from  harm. 

Some  glad  to-morrow, 
When  life's  lessons  all  are  through, 
God  will  give  them  back  to  you. 

ZKI.LA   ALLEN. 
In  "Gems  of  Poetry." 

THE    BRIDE   OF    HEAVEN 

1  TIow  beautiful  sin;  lies.  u|ion  her  pure  white  bed, 
While    pale   flowers  o'er  her    brow   a   holv   incense 

sh.d  ; 
The  tyclids  tremble  not,  so  peaceful  is  her  rest. 
That  even  her  maiden  heart  lies  silent  in  her  breast. 

2  Why  o'er  the  sweet  calm  face,  fond  mother,  dost  thou 

weep  ? 
W^ouldst  thou  awake  thy  child   from  such  a  quiet 

sleep  ? 
She  is  asleep,  with  Him  whose  love  alone  is  pure. 
Within  whose  j»reseucc  bliss  shall  evermore  endure. 


3  No  grief,  no  care,  no  pain,  can  ever  pierce  her  lieart ; 
No  loved   voice  say  again,  ••  sweet  bister,   we    must 

jiart !  " 
The  living  waters  sweet  have  quenched  her   spirit's 

thirst. 
And  on  her  soul  the  light  of  Holiness  has  burst. 

4  Why  weep  we  then  for  her  whose  days  of  pain  are 

o'er  ? 
Dear  hands  have  wiped  her  tears,  and  she  shall  shed 

no  more. 
To  agony  and  tears  the  brides  of  earth  are  given — 
Oh  !  bless  her,  as  she  lies,  the   pure  young  bride  of 

Heaven. 

LTDL&  JANK  FIXBSOM,  1810, 


PASS    UNDER  THE    ROD. 

1  1  saw  the  young  bride  in  her  beauty  and  pride, 

Bedecked  in  her  snowy  array  ; 
And  the   bright  flush  of  joy  mantled  high  on   her 
cheek, 
And  the  future  looked  ^dooming  and  gay  ; 
And    with    woman's    devotion    she    laid    her    fond 
heart 
At  the  shrine  of  idolatrous  love. 
And  she  anchored  her  hopes  to  this  perishing  earth, 

I5y  the  chain  which  her  tenderness  wove. 
But  1  saw   when  those  heart-strings  were  bleeding 
and  torn. 
And  the  chain  had  been  severed  in  two. 
She  had  changed  her  white  robes  for  the  sables  of 
grief, 
And  her  bloom  for  the  paleness  of  woe ! 
But   the    Healer  was    there,   pouring  balm   on   her 
heart. 
And  wiping  the  tears  from  her  eyes  ; 
He    strengthened     the   chain    He    had    broken    in 
twain, 
And  fastened  it  firm  to  the  skies  ' 
There  had  whispered  a  voice — 'twas  the  voice  of  her 

God— 
"  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee — pass  under  the  rod  !  " 

2  I  saw  the  young  mother  in  tenderness  bend 

O'er  the  conch  of  her  slumbering  boy  ; 
And  she  kissed  the  soft  lips  as  they  murmured  her 
name, 

While  ihe  dreamer  lay  smiling  in  joy. 
Oh  I  sweet  as  the  rosebud  encireled  with  dew. 

When  its  fragrance  is  flung  on  the  air. 
So  fresh  and  so  bright  to  that  mother  he  seemed, 

As  he  lay  in  his  innotH-nee  there. 
But  I  saw  when  she  gazed  on  the  same  lovely  form, 

I'ale  as  marble.  an<l  silent  and  cold. 
But  paler  and  colder  her  Invuitiful  lK>y, 

An<l  the  tale  of  her  sorrow  was  told! 
But   the    Healer   was   there  who  had  stricken  her 
heart, 


MOTIIEIilWOD.     BKRKA  VEMENT. 


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And  takoii  hor  troasnro  away  ; 
To  alliiic  li<  r  t(j  litavcii  lU-  lias  pliiccd  it  ou  liigh, 

And  the  inoiiriHT  will  sweetly  obey. 
Thero  liad  whispered  a  voice — 'twas  the  voice  of  her 
God— 

"  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee — pass  under  the  rod !  " 

I  saw  a  fatlier  and  mother  who  leaned 

On  the  arms  of  a  dear  gifted  son, 
And  the  star  in  the  future  grew  brij,dit  to  their  gazo 

As  they  saw  the  proud  place  he  had  won  ; 
And  tlie  fast-coininj^  evenin;:;  of  life  promised  fair, 

And  its  pathway  j^rew  smooth  to  their  feet; 
And   the  starlight  of  love  glimnurt;d   bright   at    the  j 
end, 

And  the  whispers  of  fancy  were  sweet. 
And  I  >aw  them  again  i)eii(liiig  low  o'er  the  grave 

Where  tluur  heart's  dearest  hope  had  been  lai<l ; 
And  the   star   had    gone   down    iu   the    darkness    of  * 
night. 

And  the  joy  from  their  bosom  had  fled. 
But  till-  Healer  was  iliere,  and  His  arms  were  around 

And  He  led  them  with  teiiderest  cure  ;  3 

And   He  showed  them   u  star    iu    the    briglit  upper 
world — 

'T  was  their  star  shining  brilliantly  there  ! 
They  had  each  heard  a  voice — 't  was  the  voice  of  their 
^     (I0.I-  4 

"  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee — pass  under  the  rotl !  " 

MRS.    M.    K.    n.   DANA. 

8c't  to  niiulc  liy  Jliut.  »t'K  I.vnitRKOLt.  KoiTT, 

Miulc  c(i|i)rr>(l>t<:d  bj  J.  Church,  Jr.  UliS.  5 

BEAUTIFUL    HANDS. 

1  Such  br.iutiful,  beautiful  hands  ! 

They're  neither  white  nor  small  ; 
And  you,  I  know,  would  scarcely  think 

That  they  are  fair  at  all. 
I've  looked  on  hands  whose  form  and  hue 

A  s(;ulptor's  dream  might  1h'  ; 
Yet  are  these  ageil,  wrinkled  hands 

Must  beautiful  to  me. 

2  Such  beautiful,  Wautiful  hands! 

Though  heart  w»'re  weary  and  sad, 
Thest"  patient  hands   kept  toiling  on, 

That  the  chiblren  nii^ht  1k'  ^lad. 
I  almost  weep,  as  looking  back 

To  childhotMl's  tli>tant  day, 
I  think  how  thesi>  hands  rested  not 

When  mine  were  at  their  play. 

3  Such  hiMUtiful,  beautiful  hands! 

They're  growing   feelile  now; 
For  time  and  pain  hath  left  their  mark 

Oil  hand,  and  heart,  and  brow. 
Alas  !  al:is  !    the  nearing  time, 

.Viid  the  sad,  sad  day  to  me. 
When  'neath  the  daisies,  out  of  sight. 

These  hnnds  will  foldo<l  he  1 


4  Hut  Oh  !  beyond  this  shadow-lamp, 

\\'liere  .(11  is  brigiil  and  fair, 
I  kiiiiw  full  well  these  dear  old  hamls 

\\'ill  palms  of  victory  Ixar. 
AVIiere  crystal  streams,  through  endless  days, 

Flow  over  golden  sands. 
Ami  where  the  old  grow  ytunig  again, 

I'll  clasp  my  mother's  hands. 

TO    MY    MOTHER 

'I"he  sweetest  face  in  all  the  world  to  1110, 
Set  in  a  frame  of  shining,  siUtr  hair; 

With  eyes  whose  language  is  lidelity, — 
This  is  my  mother  ;  say,  is  she  nut  fair? 

Ten  little  heads  have  found  their  sweetest  sleep 
Upon  tlie  pillow  of  her  loving  breast; 

The  world  is  wide  :  yet  nowhere  does  it  keep 
So  safe  a  haven — so  complete  a  rest. 

Her  haiuls  are  neither  beautiful   nor  fair. 

Yet  seemed  tlu-y  lovely  in  her  children's  eyes  ; 

We  found  our  daily  strength   and  comfort  tlu-re. 
And  if  her  hands  were  rough,  we  were  not  wise. 

'T  is  counted  something  great  to  Ik-  a  ipieen, 
AikI  bend  a  kingdom  to  a  woman's  will ; 

To  be  a  mother  such  as  mine,  I  ween. 
Is  something  Ix'tter  and  more  noble  still. 

0  mother  !  in  the  changeful  years  now  flown, 
Since  as  a  child  I  leant  U|)on  your  knee. 

Life  has  not  brought  to  me,  nor  fortune  siiown. 
Such  tender  love  !  such  yearning  sympathy  ! 

Let  fortmii'  smile  or  frown,  whiche'er  she  will ; 
It  matters  not.     I  scorn  her  lickle  ways! 

1  never  shall  be  (piite  lureft,  until 

I  lose  my  mother's  honest  blame  and  praise ! 

MAT  RILET  ■HITa. 

THE   GOLDEN    WEDDING. 

1  Through  fifty  years  of  wedded  life 

Love's  golden  chain  has  lM)und  us, 
We'll  enter  soon  the  jn-arly  gates. 
Its  links  still  cl:i.s|>e<|  around  u.s. 

2  For  though,  perchance,  an  angel  band 

Ksrorl  one  first  to  heaven. 
We  still  may  grasp  love's  gidden  chain. 
And  not  one  link  be  riven. 

3  .\nd  wlien  adown  the  golden  streets 

We  wander  by  tlie  river. 
We'll  gather  from  the  tn'e  of  life 
Love's  golden  fruit,  forever. 

cu-kit  e  kAMtsre. 


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WOMAN  TN  SACRED  SONO. 


DEDICATED  TO  MY  MOTHER. 


THERE'S  MUSIC  IN  A  MOTHER'S  VOICE. 


Mrs.  RUTH  POTTER. 


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WOMAN  IN  a  AC  RED  SONO. 


€li};i  (Cook 

Wu  horn  lu  Snuthwark,  London,  In  1817.    Of  her  nmnyBODgs,thUbM 
been  ttiL'  moat  uxtviiRiwIy  siinK.  'or  »  'uU  lialf  cviitury. 

THE   OLD    ARM    CHAIR 

1  I  love  it!  I  love  it !  and  who  sliall  dare 
To  cliido  me  for  loving  that  old  arm  cliair  ? 
I've  treasured  it  long  as  a  sainted  prize, 

I've  i)ede\ved  it  with  tears  and  embalmed  it  with  sighs  ; 
'T  is  bound  by  a  thousand  bands  to  my  heart, 
Not  a  tie  will  break,  not  a  link  will  start; 
"Woulil  vou  know  the  spell  'i  a  mother  sat  there! 
And  a  sacred  tiling  is  that  old  arm  chair. 

2  In  eliildhood's  honr  1  lingered  near 
That  hallowed  seat  with  a  listening  ear, 
And  gentle  words  that  mother  would  give, 
To  fit  me  to  die  and  teach  me  to  live  ; 
She  told  me  shame  would  never  betide, 

AV^ith  truth  for  my  creed,  and  (iod  for  my  guide ; 
Siie  tauglit  me  to  lisp  my  earliest  i)rayer. 
As  I  knelt  beside  that  old  arm  chair. 

3  I  sat  and  watched  her  many  a  day 

When  h<'r  eye  grew  dim,  and  her  locks  were  gray. 
And  I  almost  worshipped  her  when  she  smibnl 
And  turned  from  her  IJible  to  bless  her  child. 
Years  rolled  on,  but  the  last  one  sped. 
My  idol  was  shattered,  my  earth-star  fled  : 
I  felt  how  much  the  heart  can  bear. 
When  I  saw  her  die  in  that  old  arm  chair. 

4  'T  is  past !  't  is  past !  but  I  gaze  on  it  now 
Witli  (piivering  lip  and  throbbing  brow  ; 

'T  was  there  she  nursed  me,  't  was  there  she  died, 

And  memory  still  flows  with  lava  tide. 

Say  it  is  folly,  and  deem  me  weak, 

As  the  scalding  tear-drops  down  my  cheek  ; 

But  I  love  it !  1  love  it !  and  cannot  tear 

My  soul  from  a  mother's  old  arm  chair 


RLIZA  COOK. 


Sirs,  d-liiabttl]  fliers  3llru 

Was  bom  in  1832  In  Strong,  Frnnklin  Co.,  Maine.  8bn  married  the 
■culptor  Paul  Akem,  who  died  th«  following  year.  She  afterwards  be- 
cauii-  Mrs.  Allfii,  and  resided  in  New  York  city.  Under  the  name  of 
Floreoc  •  Percy,  slie  lias  written  many  l>eautiful  gems  of  song,  among 
which  "  Rock  me  to  sleep,  mother."  is  prominent. 

dhi!  wiu  paid  $5  for  it.  and  her  publish, -rs  who  had  in  three  years 
gained  $4000  l)y  Its  B,ile,  off  Ted  lier  -SS  apiece  for  any  songs  she  miglit 
write.  .Some  years  after,  when  a  poor  widow  and  in  need  of  money,  she 
■cnt  them  a  song  which  was  promptly  rejccte<l.  * 


ROCK    ME   TO    SLEEP. 
1   B.ickward,  turn  backward,  O  Time,  in  your  flight, 
Make  me  a  child  a^.iin  just  for  to-night ! 
Mother,  come  back  from  the  echoless  shore, 
Take  me  again  to  your  heart  as  of  yore ; 
Kiss  from  my  forehead  the  furrows  of  care. 
Smooth  the  few  silver  threads  out  of  my  hair ; 
Over  my  slumbers  yf)ur  loving  watch  keep ; — 
liock  me  to  sleep,  mother, —  rock  me  to  sleep  ! 


2  Backward,  flow  backward,  O  tide  of  tlie  years ! 
I  am  so  weary ,of  toil  and  of  tears, — 

Toil  without  recompense,  tears  all  in  vain, — 
Take  them,  and  give  me  my  childhood  again ! 
I  have  grown  weary  of  dust  and  decay, — 
Weary  of  flinging  my  soul-wealth  away ; 
W^eary  of  sowing  for  others  to  reap  ; — 
Ro(;k  me  to  sleep,  mother, — rock  me  to  sleep. 

3  Tired  of  the  hollow,  the  base,  the  untrue, 
Mother,  O  mother,  my  heart  calls  for  jou ! 
Many  a  summer  the  grass  has  grown  green, 
Blossomed  and  faded,  our  faces  between  : 
Yet,  with  strong  yearning  and  passionate  pain 
Long  I  to-night  for  your  presence  again. 
Come  from  the  silence  so  long  and  so  deep  ; — 
Rock  me  to  sleep,  mother, — rock  me  to  sleep! 

4  Over  my  heart,  in  the  days  that  are  flown, 
No  love  like  mother-love  ever  has  shone  ; 
No  other  worship  abides  and  endures, — 
Faithful,  unselfish,  and  patient  like  yours: 
None  like  a  mother  can  charm  away  pain 
From  the  sick  soul  and  the  world-weary  brain. 
Slumber's  soft  calms  o'er  my  heavy  lids  creep : — 
Rock  me  to  sleep,  mother, — rock  me  to  slee]) ! 

5  Come,  let  your  brown  hair,  just  lighted  with  gold, 
Fall  on  your  shoulders  again  as  of  old ; 

Let  it  drop  over  my  forehead  to-night. 
Shading  my  faint  eyes  away  from  the  light ; 
For  with  its  sunny-edged  shadows  once  more, 
Haply  will  throng  the  sweet  visions  of  yore ; 
Lovingly,  softly,  its  bright  billows  sweep  ; — 
Rock  me  to  sleep,  mother, — rock  me  to  sleep ! 

6  Mother,  dear  mother,  the  years  have  been  long 
Since  I  last  listened  your  lullaby  song  : 

Sing,  thc^n,  and  unto  my  soul  it  shall  seem 
Womanhood's  years  have  been  only  a  dream. 
Clasped  to  your  heart  in  a  loving  embrace, 
With  your  light  lashes  just  sweeping  my  face, 
Never  hereafter  to  wake  or  to  weep  ; — 
Rock  me  to  sleep,  mother, — rock  me  to  sleep ! 


"  FLORENCE  PERCY. 


?!lrs.  OTnnf. 


Mrs.  Crane  of  Oakhampton,  England,  is  the  sister  of  the  lamented 
Frances  It.  Havergal.  She  is  the  author  of  "Reconls  of  the  life  of  ReT. 
William  Havergal, —  Hon.  Canon  of  Worcester  Cathedral, '  a  most  in- 
teresting memoir  of  that  useful  man  and  composer  of  sacred  music.  She 
edited  *'Si)ecimen  Glasses,"  published  1  Paternoster  Luildings;  and  abe 
is  the  editor  of  "  Swiss  LelterB,"  written  by  her  sister  Frances. 

TO    MY    FATHER, 

THK    REV.    WM.    M.    IIAVEKGAL,    OX    HIS   TOd   BIRTHDAY. 

While  we  reckon  up  thy  years, 
Balancing  our  hopes  and  fears, 
Praise  we  our  Redeemer's  grace. 
Shining  on  thy  pilgrim  race. 
He  hath  given  thee  work  to  do. 
And  the  task  to  sutler  too ; 


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Ho  li:Uh  fiivcii  thco  art  to  twine, 
Music-clionls  witli  soiij,'  siil)liine, 
Holy  cliaiit  :iii<l  choral  liyinii, 
Praise-noti's  lit  for  surapiiim  ; 
Tuneful  voice  and  ready  pen 
Cliarin  and  teach  the  souls  of  men  ; 
And  thy  God  hath  given  thee  ^kill 
Guiding  youth  to  do  I  lis  will ; 
And  as  pastor  in  His  folil, 
Christ's  salvation  to  uphold. 
Now  a  time  for  rest  is  thino 
In  the  land  of  Heulah's  shine, 
Where  the  angels  come  and  go, 
Bringing  help  and  hope,  and  low 
Sweet  echoes  of  the  heavenly  chime, 
Cheering  on  the  flight  of  time. 
Oh  !    may  health  and  |)eace  he  givcu 
Till  th.^  "ties  of  earth  lie  riven, 
And  this  hirthday  hap|)y  bo 
■\Vith  the  light  oi"  heaven  on  thee  ! 

J.  MIKIaM  ('RAM. 
(Nil-  HanTKul.) 

SILVER   WEDDING    OF    REV.    AND    MRS. 
F.    B.    DOE. 

1  How  swift  the  noiseless  years  go  by. 
Like  carrier-birds  that  homeward  tly, 

In  changeless  course,  through  dark  and  light. 
Yet  have  their  shadows,  dim  and  wide. 
But  lii,ditly  touched  the  groom  and  bride. 

Who  pliglit  anew  their  vows  to-night. 

2  He  looks  on  her  with  tender  eyes. 
That  through  all  matronly  disguise 

See  girlhood's  bloom  yet  crown  her  head  ; 
And  she — "  Dear  heart!  "  she  whispers  low, 
♦'  Not  five-and-twcnty  years  ago, 

But  yesterday,  we  two  were  wed." 
8  To  love  no  earthly  span  is  lent. 
Here  is  the  heavenly  measurement ! 

As  some  fair  saint  in  chapel  lone, 
Who  tells  her  rosary  o'er  and  o'er. 
She  munbers  all  the  years  before 

By  treasures  that  the  years  have  won. 

4  The  joys  and  sorrows  shared  so  long; 
The  tried  affections  true  and  strong  ; 

The  friends  who  gathered  at  their  board  ; 
Fair  brows  of  children  where  the  light 
Of  household  hearth  sliines  warm  and  bright : 

These  are  the  wealth  the  years  have  stored. 

5  Nor  these  alone  the  hopes  that  rise 
Beneath  these  b*Miding  auttimn  skies. 

Whose  tender  bloom  nnist  fade  at  last ; 
Li^jht,  dear  when  earthly  beacons  pale. 
And  faith  that  far  within  the  vail 

llath  sure  and  steailfast  anchor  cast. 

6  Then  while  you  linger  on  the  way. 
Dear  frienils.  to  keep  this  wedding-^l.ay. 

The  hearts  whoso  love  you  knew  of  old 


Woulif  send  you  greetings  true  and  warm  I 

Go<l  keep  you  safe  through  btin  and  htorm, 

And  turn  life's  "  silver"  all  to  "gold." 

HItll     ■TAXKIll'lir. 

AW)lrt">i   WU. 

Jlbn  (T.  flDCft. 

A'U  C.  BwMl  li  the  duuifhU'r  of  tin'  UUs  C«D.  B.  J-  flweet  8b« 
WiM  lK,ni  ut  St.K:kl.rl.li;i'.  WU.,  Kcb  »,  IMi  M..t»1  U.  fhlOMJ"  In  IMS. 
•  lur.'  lur  fatli.rwit»  in  a.iiiiiwii.l  .if  tl.c  f.  .S  |n«1.  »t  <»nj|.  I>"U«I««. 
AftOT  thti  war,  the  family  t«.k  up  a  |iern.»u<nt  re«i.lci«»  «<«f  Ui»i  dtr 
Hit  fiith.-r  liidug  hl»  rlirlit  wrn  in  tlip  battlp  "f  IVrn»lll",  Kjr .  "be  be- 
gan to  »mUI  lilmlri  hi.  nfflc-wrk.  itic  wm  »  Uw),r.l  wb.  t:  '•  ■■■  -ir» 
of  age.     Ill  ia(aiiewMii|il>'.liit<-.l  I'.  8  ««i-i,tfiri«ylM|{|  i 

caRo,  anilnlifCiinlluu.a  l.ii»Ml«t  liiin.     Afu-r  two /.ar*.  -  To 

ehiu^'e  of  tlio  liualnon.  un.k-r  her  faUur'i  tllr<-cHon,  of  ly.urao.  and 
whi'ii  he  tuft,  to  taki- the  placo  of  Sup-rriaor  of  Internal  Rrrenoe.  In 
April.  1871.  «he  remained  with  hi*  imcce«i«T  a>  chief  clerk,  until  Jan. 
1873.  when  (lie  JoUieJ  her  father  at  Wanliluk'ton.  where  he  man  a|.|'>lnt- 
ed  Deimty  ConiinUwlinur  of  Internal  K<'Trnue.  She  act»<l  u  !,!•  S.'cn>- 
tary  until  hl/i  .l.ath.  Jan.  I.  1874  She  w»»  the  ol.l.»t  of  four  dilMrcn. 
an'l  t.)  her.  they  ami  her  mother  l-'-kiil  mainly,  for  nipi'irt  In  Waali- 
liigtnn  «he  haJ  many  Influential  frii-ncU  among  whom  wa«  C!en.  GrAnt. 
who.  knowing  how  faithful  iihe  had  Ucn  In  dlacluu-ge  of  her  ilutica. 
promptly  acted  upon  the  proiwMdtion  that  «lie  1*  aPI>"lnte<l  V  R  acent 
for  luylng  iHMi«lon«  at  fhlcai;o.  The  nouiliiatlon  wa«  made  In  March 
1874.  and  conflnued  by  the  Senate.  She  *a»  re  Bpiaiinted  by  Pmlilnit 
Haye*.  and  then  again  by  Pre«ldcnt  Arthur,  liuring  eight  yean,  aha 
dUbunH-d  twenty-flrc  million  dollar*.  ThU  waa  the  flmt  Iratance  of  a 
woman  b<-lng  dUbundng  officer  for  the  l".  8.  flhe  enDtlnu.-.!  to  rrtalo 
thl«  ixwitlon  until  feeling  forced  to  realtfn  In  188S.  on  arouiit  of  lbs 
new  a.lmlni«;ratlon.  She  aiwrU  that  many  of  the  beat  poaltiona  under 
her  authority  were  held  by  women,  and  ftorer  did  one  (all  to  meat  all 
the  re «i"'niiible  ilutii-a  entnuUd  to  her. 

Mim  Sweet  baa  written  much,  coniiderlrg  her  oortipation.  Her  pr^a* 
I*  alwnya  enjoyable,  and  the  following  gem  of  poeay  haa  the  true  rinc. 
It  will  tw  enjoyed  by  all  who  read  It,  and  tind  a  ij-mpatbetla  chord  in 
many  hearta. 

THE   GARDEN. 

1  I  loan  against  the  shaking  fence. 
And  look  upon  the  dwelling  wlience 

Have  gone  the  hearts  that  made  it  liomc 
No  wtdl-belovi'd  face  looks  out  ; 
The  vines  no  longer  climb  alnjut 

The  doors,  antl  blossom  into  foam. 

2  .Vrnuml  the  house  there  is  no  sign 
Of  aught  that  made  it  home  of  mine, 

Wefi  known,  familiar,  yet  't  is  strange. 
But  in  the  ganlen  I  can  see 
The  trace  of  loving  care,  to  me  ; 

The  flowers  smile. — '*  We  do  not  change." 

3  Three  summers  now  the  sun  and  rain 
AImivo  tho>e  patient  liandN  have  lain 

That  w<)rke<l  and  planted  flowers  here  ; 
And  yet  the  re<l  iMtunias  ,^tand, 
Unchecked  by  wte<ls  on  every  hand. 

Ami  tall  biue  larkspur  shows  no  fctr. 

4  One  tiger-lily  renrs  its  head 
Close  to  the  ruin<Hl  gravel  walk. 

.\nd  nixls  .icross  the  i;ra>'-<   to  mo  ; 
While  fi'verfew  >liine«  brii;hl  and  fair. 
Liftinix  il«  face  to  sun  ami  air. 

And  mignoucttc  grows  rank  and  free. 


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WOMAN  I  A'  SACRED  SO  NO. 


5  Yet  inotlior.  mother,  all  of  those 

You  l<i\i(l  the  hfst,  your  favorite  rose — 
Your  pets  aud  darliiijis  are  no  more. 

They  could  nut  live  hut  hy  your  si(k! ; 

Thev  Mourislicd  in  }()ur  simple  |)ri(ie  ; 
For  you  tlieir  huds  and  hlossoms  bore ! 

6  But  in  a  <;arden  that  you  know, 

Even  yet, some  flowc  rs  you  planted  grow, 
And  those  you  cherished,  loved  the  best. 

They  do  not  fade  with  passing  years  ; 

Ko  winter  blights,  no  summer  sears 

The  leaves  your  tears  aud  prayers  have  blessed. 

ADA   C.   KWEET. 

8«ptembei,  18S2. 


4  Tlicn  cheer  thee  now,  a  few  more  passing  years, 
Sw  ift  in  tiie  downward  course,  a  few  more  t<'ars, 
And  thou  sliall  join  the  blosed  ones  above 
And  know  the  fullness  of  your  Saviour's  love. 


IN    MEMORIAM. 

On  the  death  of  Miss  Frances  R.  Havcrgal's  Mother,  Jane  Havergal, 
July  5,  1843. 

1  Lift,  lift  thy  eye,  jioor  mourner,  see  her  now. 
No  eartidy  anguisli  wreathing  that  fair  brow ; 
Fairer  than  when  in  youth's  opening  days, 

It  met  her  sister's  fond,  admiring  gaze  ; 
Dazzling  and  fair,  and  with  a  starry  crown 
Before  her  Saviour's  feet  cast  humbly  down. 

2  Such  tears,  such  bitter  tears,  dear  friend,  as  thou, 
Art  shedding  to  her  sainted  memory  now, 

Such  tears,  those  dove-like  eyes  no  more  can  shed, 
No  more  in  anguish  drooj)  that  throbbing  head. 
Her  moutlis  of  pain,  her  hours  of  anguish  here 
Are  all  forgotten  in  that  glorious  sphere 
As  if  thev  had  not  been  ;  save  that  perchance, 
The  new-born  spirit  in  that  vast  expanse 
Lifts  high  a  song  of  more  melodious  power 
To    llim   who    brought  her   througii  each   heavy 
hour. 

3  I  would  not  have  thee  musing  day  by  day, 
On  sulferings,  bitter  once,  but  i)assed  away  ; 
Dwell  on  her  blessed  end,  when  kneeling  by 
Her  heart's  beloved  saw  her  gently  die, 

And  though  her  speechless  tongue  no  more  could 

frame 
"With  sweet  endearment,  each  remembered  name. 
Yet  round  the  neck,  upon  each  cheek  and  tress, 
Twined  her  poor  hand  in  a  last  sweet  caress  ; 
And  her  foii<l  look  was  fixed  on  him  whose  love 
Had  iuiag('(l  Intre  her  Father's  care  above. 
"Words    of    sweet    comfort    with    their    heavenly 

power 
Were  breathed  from  God's  own  book  that  solemn 

hnur. 
And  aui^uish  ceased — as  the  few  sands  at  last. 
After  life's  turmoil,  from  the  hour  glass  passed. 


MB8.   MARTHA   BOlrcH. 

Canterbury,  July  16.  1848. 

Addressed  to  Mrs.  Havergal  s  sister,  Susan  Stratton. 


THE   GOLDEN    WEDDING. 

TO   ORAXDFATIIEU  AND   GKANDMOTHKK   SCOTT. 

MARCH  28,  1833 march  28,  1883. 

It  is  the  day  of  days  in  all  the  years 

That  comes  but  to  the  favored  happy  pair, 

Who  cross  life's  limit  of  three  score  and  ten ; 

In  marriage  ties  accepted  in  their  youth. 

The  type  of  truest  marriage  and  its  best — . 

Our  Lord  has  set  through  all  the  word  He  made 

The  dual  perfections  of  two  in  one. 

And  one  in  two,  that  life  might  be,  and  bless. 

One  God,  one  wife,  one  husband — discords  run 

'I'll rough  all   the  warp  and  woof  of  life  if  this  is  not. 

O  happy  pair,  who  sit  to-day  in  state 

Witli  silver  crowns,  that  glorify  the  head — 

Nor  weigh  it  down  with  fear,  or  care,  or  fret  — 

Life  has  poured  out  its  fullness  at  thy  feet. 

Down  the  dim  avenues  of  time  ye  look. 

And  see  the  past,  with  all  its  joys  and  griefs 

And  fears,  wave  like  a  misty  curtain  pale 

That  now  seems  woven  full  of  golden  threads, 

That  catch  the  blessed  glow  and  shine  of  peace, 

And  glint  and  glitter  in  this  golden  day. 

Youth's  toil  and  fret,  its  fierce  impatience  passed. 

The  fears  and  hopes  of  later  years  fulHlled, 

Now  Cometh  age,  with  wisdom  and  with  peace 

That  reads  and  understands  life's  lessons  clear. 

What  once  did  seem  a  tangled  web  of  care. 

Is  now  a  "  Cloth  of  Gold  "  glittering  and  fair. 

Love,  faith  and  hope  are  seated  now  serene 

Within  your  souls :  and  all  to  thee  is  well  ; 

Around  you  come  to  greet  the  day  your  children, 

AikI  your  children's  children  ;  men  and  women, 

Youths  and  maidens,  and  the  little  ones, 

All  witli  the  offerings  of  affection  laden  ; 

To  grace  and  joy  the  day,  and  bless  the  happy 

Grandsire,  and  grandame,  whose  Golden  Day  it  is. 

Some  are  not  here,  but  wait  in  the  beyond — 

Their  memories  to-day  be  sweet,  not  sad  ; — 

Perhaps  unseen  they  pour  sweet  harmonies 

Along  the  trembling  currents  of  your  souls. 

Old  friends  and  neighbors  kindly  come  and  press 

Your  hands  in  theirs,  rejoicing  in    your  joy. 

As  erst  they  joyed  or  sorrowed  with  you  when 

Life  was  all  forward,  not  backward  looking ; 

The  silver  of  the  years  has  gently  fallen 

On  tliem  as  upon  you  ;   the  footprints  of 

The  days  are  seen  on  brow  and  cheek  and  chin  ; 

The  eye's  bright  light  is  dimmed  ;  the  ear  is  dull ; 

The  stroug,  stauuch  muscles,  that  in  labor  beut 


DOMESTIC    POEMS.      TEIDUTES    TO    PARESTS    ASD    TllElll    MEMORIES. 


"-'U 


Arc  slirunkoii ;  and  the  activo  tread  is  slow ; 

liut   tliu  old  hearts  are  j,'oldeii  with  their  iiieiiiones, 

And  the  hrain  is  rich  in  wiMloin's  ripened  stores ; 

l^ifc's  crueible  has  trietl  and  tested  wortii, 

And  burned  away  the  dross. 

Kindred,  and  friends,  and  neiglibors  old  and  new 

Bring  tluir  best  wishes  to  tiie  honored  pair, 

This  day  a  full  half  century  wed,  ami  who, 

In  all  their  days  have  travelled  sidt;  by  side 

In  fair  and  stormy  weatiu-r,  faithful,  fond  and  true; 

Anil  who  stan<l  as  they  who  gaze  upon  the  closing 

Of  a  lovely  day,  when  all  the  scene  about 

Is  bathed  in  railiance  of  the  setting  sun  ; 

And  they  who  watch  and  wait  are  lifted  up 

In  soul,  and  shine  in  beauty. 

Knowing  that  when  their  day  orb  sets  and  pales 

I'hcre  conieth  greater  joy,  in  full  glory 

Of  the  eternal  morning. 

ASA  H.  B.EPLKT. 


C  They  tell  me  it  was  l>i>autiful. 
Our  mother's  <-bildln)o«l  fa<"e. 
And  speak  of  all  her  kindly  words, 

Her  ways  of  simple  grae<!. 
Could  we  have  oidy  seen  her  then, 
That  child,  "  Eliza',  age<l  ten  !  " 

7  We  knew  her  not  at  morning : 

Hut  when  the  noon-time  came, 
"\Vith  childish  love  and  prattle, 

We  gave  her  the  new  nam*- ; 
Replete  with  all  that's  pure  anil  good — 
The  sacred  name  of  motherhood. 

8  And  now  the  afternoon  has  passed  ; 

It  is  the  evening  tide 
Our  mother  has  just  entered  in 

Among  the  glorified. 
We  look  her  finished  life-work  through — 
The  misplaced  stitches,  Oh  !  how  few  I 

■UIU!>  TKAiX  rKKBr,    UBl 

"ErmacriM-' 


OUR    MOTHER'S  SAMPLER. 

1  It  was  wrought  in  silken  letters, 

As  was  the  fashion  then, 
Stiched  into  our  mother's  sampler — 

"  Eliza,  aged  Ten  !  " 
*T  was  long  ago — passed  sixty  years  ! 
Below  the  name  the  date  appears. 

2  In  "eighteen  hundred  twenty-three  !  " 

We  often  heard  her  tell — 
She  walked  two  miles  to  school  that  year, 

And  we  remember  well 
How  uu<lerm>ath  the  elm  tree's  shade 
She  rested  when  a  little  maid. 

8  Above  her  name  the  .Mpliabet, 

In  letters  large  and  small. 
Was  wrought  in  red,  and  "true  love  blue," 

And  cross-stitihed.  one  and  all. 
The  rows  ilivide<l  off  bv  lines. 
Made  from  some  old  and  quaint  designs. 

4  And  through  the  Summer  sunshine. 

And  through  the  Winter's  snow, 
With  the  sampler  in  her  |)Ockct, 

Our  mother  used  to  go. 
And  afternoons,  the  lessons  done, 
She  worked  the  letters,  one  by  one. 

5  The  stitches  evenly  were  set. 

With  only  here  and  there 
A  misplaced  one.  perhaps  the  count 

Was  lost  midst  childish  care. 
Distracting  things  in  scluvd.  [>«^rchanee. 
Stole  from  the  work  a  thoui^ht,  a  i;lance. 


MOTHERLESS. 

1  I'm  standing  by  your  grave,  mother. 

The  winds  are  throbbing  wild, 
And  the  wintry  stars  l<K>k  dimly  down, 

Upon  your  orj)lian  child. 
Dark  clouds  are  wreathed  along  the  sky, 

In  many  a  heavy  fold, 
And  the  moonlight  on  the  frosty  grass. 

Gleams  very  pale  and  cold. 

2  We  had  a  happy  home,  mother, 

l^pon  the  mountain  .side. 
When  the  summer  birds  sang  all  day  long, 

IJefore  dear  father  died. 
Then  mother,  dear,  your  dieck  grew  pale 

And  jialer  ev'ry  day. 
Until  at  last  the  ang«ls  came 

And  l)ore  you  too  away. 

3  I  had  a  gentle  sister  then. 

She  is  not  with  me  now. 
For  the  gloomy  shadow  of  the  grave 

Lies  on  her  fair  young  brow  ; 
And  RlrangiTs  meet  around  the  fire, 

l'|M)n  the  olil  Iwarthstone  ; 

0  mother,  in  the  cold  wide  world, 
I'm  all  alone,  alone. 

4  I'm  standing  by  your  grave,  mother, 

No  human  form  is  near ; 
And  the  fitful  moaning  of  the  wind 
Is  all  the  sound  I  hear : 

1  tremble  when  the  old  trees  toss 
Their  shadows  to  and  fro. 

But  ril  shut  my  eyes,  and  say  the  prayer 
You  taught  me  long  ago. 


*  On«  of  Um  beat  writers  o(  hpx  tUjt.     Kewdcaln  Imiuuiatiulu,  Iu«L,  nuti  MqoiMadTBiieailliijau*.    iisatk) 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


AN    OLD    PICTURE. 

1  The  sweetest  picture  that  memory  brings, 
The  dearest  of  all  departed  tilings, 

Is  the  old  brown  house,  «itli  its  open  door, 
Its  wide  (lung  windows,  and  spotless  floor. 

2  Tall  luill\  hocks  by  the  footpaths  grow, 
The  swt-et  old-fashioned  balls  of  snow 
That  tell  of  a  beauty-loving  heart, 
Unlearned  in  a  single  rule  of  art. 

3  I  can  see  again  the  tansy  bed, 
And  the  apples  ripening  overhead, 
Tiic  Miullcn  stalks  witii  crowns  of  gold, 
And  the  blossoming  asters  manifold. 

4  I  can  hear  again  the  patient  tread 

Of  the  gentle  mother,  long  since  dead  ; 

I  can  feel  her  hand  upon  my  brow, 

Ah  I  the  earth  has  no  such  healing  now. 

5  For  the  race  of  women  has  passed  away 
That  blessed  the  land  in  its  earlier  day  ; 
And  (plaint  old  houses,  low  and  brown. 
Are  found  unhealthy,  and  all  torn  down. 

G  The  world  moves  on,  its  progress  brings 
(Jrand  reforms,  undreamed  of  things  ; 
But  nothing  modern  can  till  the  place 
Of  the  dear  old  home  and  mother's  face. 

MRS.    C.    JIH  KIT. 

In  "Portland  Transcript." 


CHILDHOOD'S    HOME    REVISITED. 

1  "Why  do  men  wander  up  and  down 

In  search  of  scenes  to  charm  the  eye, 
"While  never  sun  e'er  kindled  sun 

As  do  the  lights  of  memory  ! 
The  purple  hills  and  wayside  stream 
With  unforgotten  splendors  beam. 

2  No  morning  ever  seems  so  fair 

As  that  we  saw  when  all  was  new ; 
No  mountain  summit  poised  in  air 

E'er  rose  like  those  in  childhood's  view ; 
No  architect  will  ever  come 
To  build  for  us  a  dearer  home. 

3  How  memories  cling  and  clothe  the  things 

Whicii  daily  use  has  rendered  dear, 
Till  each  familiar  object  brings 

A  sense  of  fellowship  and  cheer  ; 
And  even  furniture  seems  fraught 
With  pleasant  character  and  thought. 

4  The  gavest  halls  ne'er  held  such  friends 

.\s  the  dear  ghosts  that  fill  these  rooms ; 
A  love-lit  radiance  softly  lends 

Its  li<rht  to  mellow  all  the  glooms  ; 
As  memory  fills  each  'customed  place, 
'T  is  almost  seeing  face  to  face. 

DKI.LK   W.  rOOKB. 
SliriuulleM,  May  1,  188L 


SIX    LITTLE    FEET   ON   THE    FENDER 

1  In  my  heart  there  liveth  a  picture 

Of  a  kitchen  rude  and  old, 
Where  the  tire-light  tripped  o'er  the  rafters 

And  reddened  the  roof's  brown  mold  ; 
Gilding  the  steam  from  the  kettle 

That  hununed  from  the  foot-worn  hearth, 
Throughout  the  live-long  evening. 

Its  measures  of  drowsy  mirth. 

2  Because  of  the  three  light  shadows 

That  frescoed  the  rude  old  room — 
Because  of  the  voices  echoed 

Up  'mid  the  rafters'  gloom — 
Because  of  the  feet  on  the  fender, 

Six  restless,  white  little  feet — 
The  thoughts  of  that  dear  old  kitchen 

Are  to  me  so  dear  and  sweet. 

3  When  the  first  dash  on  the  window 

Told  of  the  coming  rain, 
Oh  !  where  are  the  dear  young  faces 

That  crowded  against  the  pane  ? 
While  bits  of  fire-light  stealing 

Their  dimpled  cheeks  between. 
Went  struggling  out  in  the  darkness, 

In  shreds  of  silver  sheen. 

4  Two  of  the  feet  grew  weary. 

One  dreary,  dismal  day. 
And  we  tied  them  with  snow-white  ribbons, 

Leaving  him  there  by  the  way. 
There  was  fresh  clay  on  the  fender 

That  weary,  wint'ry  night. 
For  the  four  little  feet  had  tracked  it 

From  the  grave  on  the  brown  hill's  height. 

5  Oh  !  why  on  this  darksome  evening. 

This  evening  of  rain  and  sleet. 
Rest  my  feet  all  alone  on  the  hearth-stone  ? 

Oh  !  where  are  those  other  feet  ? 
Are  they  treading  the  pathway  of  virtue 

That  will  bring  us  together  above  ? 
Or  have  they  made  steps  that  will  dampen 

A  sister's  tireless  love  ? 

MRS.   COKNIE  W.   LAWS. 

"WAITING    FOR    MOTHER 

(An  incident  of  the  Chicago  fire.) 

1  That  time  of  horror  with  its  thunderous  roar. 

Of  l)urning  halls  and  hovels,  stores  and  streets. 
Its  storm  of  firebrands,  and  its  stifiing  smoke. 
Moans  of  dumb  animals  and  human  shrieks  ; 

2  That  time,  when  jostling,  trampling  under  foot. 

One  hundred  thousand  homeless  people  fled 
O'er  flaming  bridges  and  through  tunnels  dark. 
Dropping  their  household  treasures  as  they  sped; 

3  When  faint  with  fear  and  hunger,  and  the  flight 

For  weary  miles  out  to  the  open  ]dain. 
They  lay  unsheltered  through  that  dismal  night. 
Stiffened   with  cold,  drenched  by  the  drizzling 
rain ; 


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4  That  time  of  horror  will  be  often  told 

To  chihlrcn's  diildren  in  the  Vfiirs  to  come  ; 
And  lifurts  and  hands  will  open  then  as  now 
To  j;ive  the  houseless  and  tiic  8tran;^tr  room. 

5  One;  scene  is  saddt^r  than  tlie  ashen  heaps 

Where  lii;  the  hope  and  jjriile  and  work  of  years  ; 

And  sadder  than  the  morgue  with  crund^Iing  dead, 

Past  kiss  of  friends  or  knowledj^ie  of  their  tears. 

6  Four  hundred  orphan  chililren  huddle  cdose 

As  tliough  their  kindred  sorrow  made  them  one, 
And  wateh  and  wait  with  frightened,  vacant  air, 
And  hark  for  footsteps  tliat  will  never  come. 

7  But  yesterday  they  prallied  at  iluir  hearths, 

Petted  and  fondled  as  our  own  have  been  ; 
To-day  they  eat  the  bread  of  charily. 

And  wait  for  stranger  homes  to  take  them  in. 

8  Here  parents  look  for  tender  ones  that  fell 

I'nheeded  in  tliat  fearful  Hight  for  life, 
And  many  a  mother  tends  her  helpless  babe, 
TiMlay  a  widow,  yestt-rday  a  wife. 

9  Among  that  eager  throng  a  father  stood  ; 

Witliin  his  arms  a  pretty  baby  slept. 
Wet  witli  the  rain,  exhausted  by  its  cries  ; 
And  by  his  side  three  little  children  crept. 

10  Waiting  for  mother  ;  "  When  will  she  come  ?  " 

Over  and  over  asked  the  frightened  broo<i ; 
Notliing  made  answer  save  the  shorter  breath 
Of  the  dear  baby,  dying  for  its  food. 

11  Waiting  for  mother  ;  through  the  ghastly  morgue. 

Filled  with   its  young  dead,  they  sought  their 
own  ; 
Some  blackened  body  might  be  hers  they  sought. 
But  death  had  branded  all  alike,  "  unknown." 

12  Waiting  for  mother  ;  through  the  surging  crowd, 

Ka(;h  face  he  scanned  until  all  hope  seemed  lost; 
Coidd  she  have  fallen  on  that  dreadful  night  ?" 
Trampled  beneath  that  tlying,  frantic  host? 

13  Wailing  for  mother;  only  four  to  wait; 

The  baby  nestled  closer  till  it  died  ; 
But  the  three  motherless  and  homeless  ones 
Sobbed  vainly  for  her  coming  at  his  side. 

14  That  time  of  horror  will  be  often  told, 

Of  many  a  fortune  lost  and  vanished  home  ; 
But  worst  of  all  will  l)e  that  saddened  iiost 
Who  waited  loved  ones  that  have  never  como. 

■ARAn   K.    WILTON. 
ClCTcUnd.   O. 

WAIT,    LITTLE    MOTHER. 

1  Oh  I  wait,  little  mother,  a  moment, 

Kre  folding  that  garment  away, — 
That  garment  on  which  you  have  labored 
So  manyan  wearisome  day  I 

2  How  (Iceey  and  pure  is  its  texture. 

Mow  pi-rfeet  its  fashioning  rare; 
".lust  lit,"  you  have  said  in  your  ra|>turo, 
"  For  one  like  mi/  darling;  to  wear !  " 


3  But  I,  with  a  gaze  more  impartial, 

Discern  what  is  hidden  from  theo, 

And  visions  rise  up  from  those  frillings 

Which  mar  all  the  beauty  to  me: — 

4  I  se«'in,  us  it  wen-,  to  l>e  viewing 

I'he  face  of  a  mother  to-night. 

And  angrily  flushed  it  ap|)eareth, — 

Dost  think  I  am  seeing  ariglit  f 

5  Th(!  words  which  that  mother  is  speaking 

Are  hasty — and  by  them  I  know 
The  heart  of  the  mother  is  bunlened  ; 
What  is  it  that  troubles  her  so  'f 

6  Ah  I  small  as  it  looks,  now  it's  over. 

The  tucks  in  that  gay  little  gown 
Caused  all  of  the  mother's  impatience  ; 
And  darkened  her  brow  with  its  frown. 

7  And  looking  again,  I  discover 

A  child  in  a  dainty  white  bed. 
But  tear-stained  and  toss'd  are  ilie  pillows 
Now  pressed  by  the  briglit  little  head. 

8  A  pitiful  .sound  is  her  grieving. 

But  no  loving  mother  draws  near ; 
The  mother  is  busily  stitching. — 
I  w  ish.  Oh  I   I  wish  she  would  hear ! 

9  The  yards  and  the  yards  of  white  frilling. 

Like  sea-foam,  around  her  lie  piled; 
But  still  does  the  wheel  keep  on  turninir. 
And  drowned  is  the  moan  of  the  child. 

10  The  days  which  now  come,  to  the  mother. 

Are  short,  though  she  works  with  her  might ; 
And  often  the  wheel's  steadv  hunnninir 
Is  heard  in  the  hours  of  tlie  night. 

11  The  week  with  its  lalmr  is  ended. 

And  on,  toward  the  ble.ssed  home  light 
Comes  one  with  a  wearisome  footstep : 
How  welcome  is  Satunlay  night  I 

12  The  burden  of  care,  which  the  toiler 

Has  l)orne  through  the  heat  of  the  day, 
Is  lifted,  as  thoughts  of  his  lovetl  ones 
Draw  near  and  encircle  his  way. 

13  Refreshingly  sweet  is  the  fragrance 

The  roses  distil  on  the  air : 
He  lingers  ; — sometimes  soft  caresses 
Are  waiting  his  coming  just  there. 

14  But  to-night,  in  the  soft,  quiet  gloaming. 

He  (inds  there  is  no  one  to  wait 

To  give  him  the  first  kiss  of  welcome. 

From  over  the  low  wicket  gate, 

15  A  weight  settles  down  o'er  his  spirit 

While  hast'ning  the  dear  one  to  seek  i 
Nor  is  it  remove<l  when  he  finds  lier^ 
A  woman  t(K>  weary  to  sp^ak — 

16  T(H>  weary  to  watch  for  his  coming; 

T«>  care  for  caresses  this  night : 
To<i  wrary  to  garnish  the  Iimhh-  life 

With  smiles  that  are  winning  and  bright. 


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17  Ami  tliis  is  tlio  pnu-ioiis  Iiomc-coiiiiiiir, 

Wliicli  all  tlin)iii,'h  tin-  licat  oi  tlif  day 
Has  hri^litiiiL(i  tlir  heart  of  the  worker, 
Auil  yildod  Lis  burduiisoiue  way. 

18  And  secin*;  this  sad  train  of  visious 

Pass  swiftly  before  iiie  to-nii^ht, 
What  wonder  that  yonder  small  raiment 

To  mo  seems  not  faultless  or  white  ? 
IK  If  only  the  tiuks  had  been  fewer, 

And  hems  less  exactingly  laid  ; 
If  sheer  glist'uing  white  of  fine  muslin 

The  garment's  sole  beauty  had  made, 

20  What  time  would  that  mother  have  garnered 

With  which  to  have  made  her  home  bright! 
^\'liat  leisure  for  lullaby-huniming 
Have  found  at  the  comiuj;  of  night  I 

21  What  fountains  of  joy  she'd  have  opened, 

For  all  whom  she  met  through  the  day ! 
What  sweetness  extracted  from  duties, 
To  cheer  her  own  heart  on  its  way  ! 

22  What  soft  loving  words  would  have  greeted 

The  coming  of  him  she  loved  best ; 
W^liat  cares  would  her  gentle  caresses 
Have  quietly  folded  to  rest! 

23  And  Oh  !  how  the  angels  above  her 

Would  have  hasten 'd  to  (juickly  unfold 
The  story,  that  faithful  recorders 
Might  write  it  in  letters  of  gold  ! 

BELLB  EELLOOO  TOWNE,  1889, 

girs.  Slurgartt  dE.  Sangstcr. 

Mrs.  Margaret  E.  gangster  has  written  for  publications  eTcr  since  her 
fourteenth  year.  At  that  early  age  she  took  a  prize  for  an  Essay  on 
Temperance,  over  about  five  hundred  competitors.  The  prize  offered 
was  a  collection  of  8tan<lard  authors,  and  those  competing  were  the 
pnpila>  of  bot)>  sexes,  attending  the  various  public  and  private  schools  of 
Brooklyn  and  New  York.  She  will  be  remembered  by  many  who  also 
attended  there,  as  a  member  of  Williamsburg  Collegiate  Institute.  Her 
carUer  writings  were  usually  over  the  single  initials  M.  E.  M.,  behind 
whicli  she,  even  now,  occasionally  veils  herself. 

Mrs.  SaugsUT  was  bom  in  New  York  State,  and  has  lived  in  that 
State  and  Virginia,  all  herUfe.  with  the  eiception  of  one  year  in  Mary- 
laud-  She  is  at  present,  1884,  the  very  successful  associate  editor  of 
-The  t'lirislian  IntnUigL  iioer,"  New  York.  The  following  beautiful  poem 
-  "Are  the  Children  at  Home?"  was  written  in  1867,  while  sitting  on 
her  pleasai't  veramlah  in  Norfolk,  Va.,  overlooking  the  Elizabeth  River. 
Its  blending  of  iiathoa,  tenderness,  and  simpUcit.y  are  rarely  equalled. 
The  home  impulse  shinea  clearly  through  many  of  Mrs.  Si^ngster's  poems 
For  a  year  or  two  she  was  associate  editor  of  the  popular  paper  "Hearth 
and  Home,"  and  its  columns  were  then  enriched  by  much  of  her  prose 
and  verse.  Her  deep  religious  feeling  is  voiced  ii.  "Wayfarers,"  found  in 
this  department  of  "Woman  In  Sacred  Song." 

ARE    THE   CHILDREN    HOME? 

1   Each  day  when  the  glow  of  sunset 

Kadcs  in  the  western  .sky, 
AikI  the  wee  ones,  tireil  of  playing, 

Go  tripping  lightly  by, 
I  steal  away  from  my  husband, 

Ashn-p  in  the  easy  chair. 
And  watch  from  the  open  doorway 

Their  faces  fresh  and  fair. 


2  Alone  in  the  dear  old  homestead 

That  once  was  full  of  life, 
Full  of  girli.-,h  laughter, 

Kchoing  with  boyish  strife. 
We,  too,  are  waiting  together. 

And  oft  as  the  shadows  come, 
With  tremulous  voice,  he  calls  me: 

"  It  is  night,  are  the  children  home  ?  " 

3  "  Yes,  love,"  I  answer  him  gently, 

"  They're  all  home  long  ago." 
And  I  sing  in  my  quivering  treble 

A  song  so  soft  and  low, 
Till  the  old  man  drops  to  slumber 

With  his  head  upon  his  hand. 
And  1  tell  to  myself  the  number 

At  home  in  the  better  land. 

4  Home,  where  never  a  sorrow 

Shall  dim  their  eyes  with  tears. 
Where  the  smile  of  God  is  on  them 

Through  all  the  summer  years. 
I  know,  yet  my  arms  are  empty, 

That  fondly  folded  seven ; 
And  the  mother  heart  within  me 

Is  almost  starved  for  heaven. 

5  Sometimes  in  the  dusk  of  evening 

I  only  shut  my  eyeg, 
And  the  children  are  all  about  me, 

A  vision  from  the  skies ; 
The  babes  whose  dimpled  fingers 

Lost  the  way  to  my  breast. 
And  the  beautiful  ones,  the  angels. 

Passed  to  the  world  of  the  blest. 

6  A  breath,  and  the  vision  is  lifted 

Away  on  the  wings  of  light, 
And  again  we  two  are  together, 

All  alone  in  the  night. 
They  tell  me  his  mind  is  failing, 

But  I  smile  at  idle  fears  ; 
He  is  only  back  with  the  children, 

In  the  dear  and  peaceful  years. 

7  And  still  as  the  summer  sunset 

Fades  away  in  the  west, 
And  the  wee  ones,  tired  of  playing. 

Go  trooping  home  to  rest, 
My  husband  ciills  from  his  corner, 

"  Say,  love,  have  the  children  come  ?  " 
And  I  answer,  with  eyes  uplifted, 

"  Yes,  dear,  they  are  all  at  home." 

MAKUAKET   E.   SAN08TER,    1867. 

THE    RUINED    MERCHANT. 
1  A  cottage  home  with   sloping  lawn,  and  trellised 
vines  and  flowers. 
And    little   feet   to   chase    away    the   rosy-fingered 

hours  ; 
A  fair  young  face  to  part  at  eve  the  shadows  in  the 

door ; — 
A  picture   thus,  a  home  I  knew,  in  happy  days  of 
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2  Says  one,   a  cherub   thing  of  three,  with  chilclisli     9  "And  God  will  come  and  take  us  there,  dear  father, 

heart  elate,  if  we  Jiray, 

'•  I'apa   is  toniin',   let    me  do,   to    meet   'im  at   to  We  need  n't  tear    the    road,  papa.  Ho  surely  know8 

(late  !  "  the  way." 

Aiiotlier   takes  the  music  up,  and   flings  it  on   the  Then  from  the   corn«T,    tiifl  in   hand,  the   grandma 

air,  rises  slow, 

''  Papa  has  come,  but  why  so  slow  his  footstep  on  Her  snowy  capstrings  in  the  breeze   soft   fluttering 

the  stair  ?  "  to  and  fro  ; 

3  "O  father!  did  you  bring  the  books  I've  waited  for  ^0  Totters  across   the   parlor  floor,   by   aid   of  kindly 

so  long,  hands. 

The  baby's  rocking-horse  and  drum,  aud  mother's  Counting   in   every  little   face,  her   life's  declining 

'  angel  song  '  >  s'l"'''* ; 

An(l<lid  you  see  "—but  something  holds  the  ques-  Reaches  his  side,  and  whispers  low, ''Goirg  promises 

tiouing  lips  apart,  ^      '""t*  sure  ; 

And  sonu'tliing  settles  very  still  upon  the  joyous  For  every  grievous  wound,  my  son.  He  sends  a  reaily 

heart. 


cure. 


,  ,,„  .  ,    ,.  -fill  -.1     1       ' '   The  father  clasps  her  hand  in  his,  and  quickly  turns 

4    1  lie    qui(k-<liscerning    wife  bends  down    with    her  aside 


white  hand  to  stay 
The  clouds  from  tanj/lins;  with  tlie  curls  that  on  his 
forehead  lay  ; 


The  heaving  chest,  the  rising  sigh,  the  coming  tear, 

to  hide  ; 

—,        ,    .  ,  .,  -n  1        1    1         1.1  Folds  to  his  heart  those  loving  ones,  and  kisses  o'er 

To  ask  in  gentle  tones,  "  Beloved,  by   what  rudo  ,^^^^  ^^^^  * 

tempest  tossed  ?  "  That  nol.le  wife  whose  faithful  heart  he  little  knew 

And  list  the  hollow,   "  licggared,   lost, — all   ruined,  before 

poor,  and  lost !  "  lo  .  ^r       /•    i    r       •  i     ii-i       •  i.  i 

.1.:  '"luay  (lod   forgive  me  !      \\  hut  is  wealth  to  these 
5  "  Nay,  say  not  so,  for  I  am  here  to  share  misfortune's  more  precious  things, 

^wwT,  Whose  rich  atlectiou   round   my   heart  a  ceaseless 
And  prove  how  better  far  than  gold  is  love's  unfail-  odor  flint's  ? 

iiig  dower.  I  think  he  knew  my  sordid  soul  was  getting   proud 
Let  wealth  take  wings  and  fly  away,  as  far  as  wings  and  cold, 

can  soar.  And  thus  to  save  me,  gave  me  these,  and  took  away 
The  bird  of  love  will  hover  near,  and  only  sing  the  niy  gold. 

™°'^^*  13  "  Dear  ones,  forgive  me  ;   nevermore   will   I   forget 

the  rod 


6  "  All  lost,  papa  ?  why,  here  am  I ;  aud,  father,  see 

how  tall ; 
I  measure   fully  three   feet  four,  upon   the  kitchen 

wail; 
I'll  tend  the  (lowers,  feed  the  birds,  aud   have  such 

lots  of  fun, 
I'm  big  enough  to  work,  papa,  for  I'm   the  oldest 

son." 

7  "  And  I,  papa,  am  almost  five,"  says  curly-headed 

Rose, 
•'  And  1  can  learn  to  sew,  papa,  and  make  all  dolly's 

clothes. 
But  what  is  '  poor,' — to  stay  at  home  and  have  no 

place  to  go  ? 
Oh  I  then   I'll   ask   the   Lonl   to-night  to  make  us 

always  so." 

8  "  I'se  here,  papa ;  I  isn't  lost !  "  and  on  his  father's 

knee 
He    hus   his   >unny  head   to   rest,  that   baby -boy  of 

three. 
"And  if  we  get  too  |H)or  to  live,"  says  little   Rose, 

"you  know 
There  is  a  belter  place,  jjapa,   a  heaven    where   we 

can  go. 


That  brought  me  safely  unto  you,  and  led  me  back 

to  G(xl. 
I  am  not  poor  while  these  bright  links  of  priceless 

love  remain, 
Aud  Heaven  helping,  nevermore  shall  blindness  hide 

the  chain." 

COKA  M.   BAllKK. 

THE   WAIL  OF   A    MORMON    WIFE. 

Let  cTcrr  hafipr  wife  anil  moUivr  who  rexli  Uicae  Unea  give  her  vm- 
pathy,  pniycni  aii«l  t-(Ttirt«  to  fnw  bcr  tUtcn  from  thU  drgi«Uiug  boud* 
•Lgc.  Let  all  the  wuiiuiiilitxiU  of  the  cuiitrr  •luid  unitrd  for  tixm. 
There  U  a  powtr  in  comhiiixl  «ill«bt«'nnl  •rntimrnt  and  •ymtAtbjr,  be- 
fore  which  ererr  form  of  ItiJiuUoe  aod  cruelty  miut  flually  go  down,— 
Harritl  Berdur  StofPt. 

1  There's  a  waeful  blank  at  our  fireside, 

Since  ,lamie  gae'd  awa"; 
Lani;  in  this  world  I  canna'  bide 
My  heart  will  break  in  twa. 

2  .lainie,  the  faither  o'  my  bairns' 

The  lover  o'  my  youth, 
lla-t  ta'eii  another  to  his  arms. 
And  left  hi.-i  ain  puir  Unth  ! 


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3  FoPijotton  a'  his  love  aiul  troth 

M:i(lt'  solfiiiiily  to  mo; 
Tliat  tliiitli  alone  would  p.irt  us  both, 
And  set  ilk  other  I'rou. 

4  Sleep,  Oh  !  sleep,  my  baby  dear ! 

Au'  diuMa  wake  to  weej), 
'T  was  only  mother's  burning  tear 
That  fell  upon  thy  cheek. 

5  Oh  I  dinna  let  thy  mother's  grief 

Disturb  my  baby's  rest, 
My  aching  heart  aye  finds  relief, 
When  thou  art  on  my  breast. 

C  Oh!  what  can  (juell  this  inward  strife 
That  rages  like  tiie  sea. 
When  .lamie  calls  that  woman  wife  f 
There's  naiie  his  wife  but  me  ! 

7  Elders  an'  priests  may  counsel  gie, 

And  bid  me  "  bear  my  cross ;" 
I  think  it  naught  but  blasphemy, 
To  bid  me  bear  my  loss. 

8  I  canna,  an'  I  wunna  yield 

To  this  Satanic  creed, 
I'll  take  my  baby  on  my  back, 
And  beg  around  for  bread. 

9  Had  I  ha'en  wit  to  keep  the  gear 

My  faither  left  to  me. 
Oh  !  weel  I  ken  I'd  no  been  here, 
Sae  far  ayout  the  sea. 

10  But  the  wily  saints  came  to  my  door, 

Without  e'er  scrip  or  purse, 
Got  a'  they  asked  frae  me,  an'  more. 
And  noo  I  get  their  curse, 

11  Which  canna  do  me  muckle  ill, 

Tho'  I  hae  seen  the  day. 
The  murderous  crew  my  blood  would  spill, 
Aud  put  me  "  out  o'  the  way." 

12  Surely  the  time  is  close  at  hand, 

Ciod  grant  it  were  this  hour, 
Whtui  o'er  this  dark,  benighted  land. 
The  law  would  show  its  power 

13  To  exterminate  polygamy. 

Degrading  to  our  lives  ; 
And  we,  the  broken-hearted, 
Would  be  loving,  happy  wives. 

JC88IE  COWAN. 
Salt  Lake  City,  Juno,  1S80. 


THE    LIGHT   OF    HOME. 

1   My  son,  thou  wilt  dream  the  world  is  fair, 
And  thy  spirit  will  sigh  to  roam, 

And  thou   must  go  ;  but  never,  when  there, 
Korget  the  light  of  home  ! 


2  Though  pleasure  may  smile  with  a  ray  more  bright, 

It  dazzles  to  lead  astray  ; 
Like  a  meteor's  flash,  'twill  deepen  the  night. 
When  treading  thy  lonely  way. 

3  But  the  hearth  of  home  has  a  constant  flame, 

And  pure  as  a  vestal  fire  ; 
'Twill  burn,  't  will  burn  forever  the  same. 
For  nature  feeds  the  pyre. 

4  The  sea  of  ambition  is  tempest-tossed, 

And  thy  hopes  may  vanish  like  foam  ; 
When  sails  are  shivered  and  compass  lost. 
Then  look  to  the  light  of  home. 

5  And  there,  like  a  star  through  midnight  clcud, 

Thou'lt  see  the  beacon  bright ; 
For  never,  till  shining  on  thy  shroud. 
Can  be  quenched  its  holy  light. 

SARAH  J.  BALK. 


Sirs,  ^unirt  %  MnX 


Mrs.  Eunice  P.  Wood  ia  a  resident  of  Eoglewood  —  a  suburb  of  Chica- 
go. While  visiting  a  yiar  or  two  since  (Not.  1884.)  at  the  home  of  her 
friend  the  Rev.  E.  S.  Wallter,  Springfield,  IlL.  she  saw,  on  coming  down 
to  breakfast  one  morning,  an  elegant  Camelia  just  burst  into  fragrant 
bloom.  She  retired  to  her  room,  and  iu  a  few  moments,  produced  the 
following  gem  of  poetry.  Mrs.  Wood  is  one  of  the  most  active  and  abla 
workers  in  the  cause  of  Gospel  temjierance,  aud  frequently  addresses 
large  audiences  in  its  intcreats.  She  wields  a  graceful  and  facile  pen, 
and  her  numerous  poems  are  much  a<lmired  aud  sought  after  by  her 
hosts  of  friends  and  literary  acquaintances. 


THE    HOUSE   OF   THE   CAMELIA. 

1  A  gracious  quiet  broods  upon  the  spot. 

Apart  from  the  still  busy  world  afar, 
A  quiet  telling  of  the  peaceful  lot 

Of  those  who  set  its  gates  and  doors  ajar, 
To  welcome  those  who  seek  the  sheltered  shrine 
Where  heart-gems  gleam  and    love  and   home-light 
shine. 

2  There  the  Camelia  blooms,  a  fitting  type 

Of  fairest  womanhood,  a  stainless  flower, 
That  sheds  its  beauty  o'er  the  common  waj'. 

And  lifts  the  soul,  by  its  uncon.scious  power, 
To  nobler  thoughts,  to  life's  supremest  height. 
Breathing  a  thought  of  those  "  who  walk  in  white." 

3  There  growing  manhood  draws  its  deepening  life 

From  sources  rich — no  mystic  mistletoe — 
But  from  the  same  strong  soil  that  bore  the  sire. 

The  sturdy  sons  to  equal  heights  shall  grow  ; 
Like  the  blest  orange  tree  of  sunnier  clime, 
Fair  buds  and  flowers  enrich  the  fruitage  time. 

xcviri  p.  WOOD,  I88i 


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THE  HOUSEHOLD  ANGEL. 


(A   DOMKSTIC   SCENK.) 


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Make  thee  quite    for  -  Ret 
As    lliey  love  thee  there, 


Oaz-ing    at       the    win-dow, 

Turn*  tlu'   chil-<lren'»  weep-lti« 
Man«lon«i,whose  pure  \i\n  -  ry 
Tho'  our  homes  are  dark-er 


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In    -    to       mer  -  ry       smiles; 
Lin  -  Rers  round  tiiee      yet? 
Than  those  man  -  sions     fair. 


List-'ning,  smll  -  Ing,     breatb-less, 

Charm  the      heart     of      sor  -    row. 

Tar  -  ry        with      ua,       an  -    Rel, 

Yet    we      love      thee,     ba    -    by, 


For      the      roni  -  lni{ 
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M.-s   -  sen  -  ger      from 
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heav'n, 
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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


ON    THE    CHURCH    AND  RECTORY.  ASTLEY. 

Beliold  tliv  hirtliplaoo,  Frances  !     Tlie  old  hmise 
Eiitvviiiftl  willi  ivv,  rost-s  and  tlie  vine, 
IJencatli  tlie  sba<lo\v  of  the  ancient  shrine 
Where  miMi>tered  thy  fathei*  twenty  years. 
He  built  the  northern  aisle  and  gave  the  clock, 
A  musical  memento  of  his  love 
For  tune  and  time  and  punctuality. 
Fair  is  the  garden  ground  1  and  then  the  flowers 
Were  trained  with  care  and  skill  by  one  who  now 
Rests  from  her  labors  in  the  heavenly  land. 
Here  life  and  di-ath  together  meet,  the  tombs 
Stand  close  beside  the  mossy  bank  where  once 
Sisters  and  brothers  met  in  frolic  play. 
Around — the  wooded  hills  in  beauty  rise ! 
Earth  has  not  many  scenes  more  fair  than  this, 
And  none  more  dear  to  those  who  called  it  Home. 

N.  B. — The  clock  strikes  the  hour  and  (juarter  on 
the  chord  of  G. 

J.    KIKIAM    CRANE. 

(Sister  to  Frances  R.  llaTcrgal.) 

THE   YOUNG    MOTHER. 

1  Tiny  shoes  of  red  morocco 

Lie  upon  the  chamber  floor ; 

Merry  eyes  of  sweetest  sapphire 

Gayly  peep  within  the  door. 

2  Oh  !  how  often,  careless-hearted, 

Leaned  I  by  this  window  frame ; 
Half  a  score  of  summers  younger, 
Wearing  still  my  father's  name. 

3  Blossoms  lie,  like  gleams  of  moonlight, 

On  the  tops  of  chestnut  trees ; 
To  the  red  lips  of  the  clover 
Go  the  bandit  humble-bees. 

4  Trembling  branches  dimly  curtain 

Now,  as  then,  my  window  scene ; 
Now,  as  then,  a  dryad  trilleth 
Deep  within  the  heart  of  green. 

5  Here  the  soft  wind  came  to  kiss  me 

Tn  the  balmy  blossom  time; 
Here  I  prayed  with  tears  of  anguish ; 
Here  I  wrote  my  girlish  rhyme. 

6  Here  my  lover's  words  of  promise 

Made"  the  whole  world  sweet  and  true  ; 
Now  the  tiny  shape  beside  me 
Wears  his  gentle  eyes  of  blue. 

7  Curls  of  blonde  about  her  forehead, 

One  white  pearl-tooth  in  her  mouth ; 
Sweeter  she  than  buds  of  roses 
Opening  in  the  spicy  south  ! 

8  Lo  !   I  bring,  that  Thou  mayst  touch  her, 

This  young  chiM  Tiiou  gavest  me  ! 
Master,"  Lord,  Thy  hand  of  blessing 
Lay  upon  her  tenderly  ! 

UNA    L.    llAILtV.   1880. 


"THIS    IS    LIFE." 

1  "  I  have  planned  nmch  work  for  my  life,"  she  said  ; 

A  girlish  creature,  with  golden  hair, 
And  bright  and  winsome  as  she  was  fair. 

2  "  The  days  are  fidl,  till  he  comes  to  wed  ; 

The  clothes  to  buy,  and  the  home  to  make 
A  very  Eden,  for  his  dear  sake." 

3  But  cares  soon  come  to  the  wedded  wife ; 

She  shares  his  duties,  and  hopes,  and  fears, 
Which  lessen  not  with  the  waning  years  ; 

4  For  a  very  struggle,  at  best,  is  life  ; 

If  we  knew  the  burdens  along  the  line, 
We  should  shrink  to  receive  this  gift  divine. 

5  Sometimes,  in  the  hush  of  the  evening  hour. 

She  thinks  of  the  leisure  she  meant  to  gain, 
And  the  work  she  would  do  with  hand  and  brain. 

6  "  I  am  tired  to-night ;  I  am  lacking  power 

To  think,"  she  says  ;  "  I  must  wait  until 
My  brain  is  rested,  and  pulse  is  still." 

7  O  woman  and  man,  there  is  never  rest ; 

Dream  not  of  a  leisure  that  will  not  come 
Till  age  siuiU  make  j'ou  both  blind  and  dumb. 

8  You  must  live  each  day  at  your  very  best ; 

The  work  of  the  world  is  done  by  few  ; 
God  asks  that  a  part  be  done  by  you. 

9  Say  oft  of  the  years,  as  they  pass  from  sight, 

"  This,  this  is  life,  with  its  golden  store  ; 
I  shall  have  it  once,  but  it  comes  no  more." 
10  Have  a  purpose,  and  do  with  your  utmost  might : 
You  will  finish  your  work  on  the  other  side. 
When  you  wake  in  His  likeness,  satisfied. 

SAKAU   K.    UOLIOJJ,   1883. 


THE   VOICE    IN    THE    TWILIGHT. 

L  I  was  sitting  alone  in  the  twilight. 
With  spirit  troubled  and  vexed, 
WHien  thoughts  that  were  morbid  and  gloomy, 
And  faith  that  was  sadly  perplexed. 
J  Some  homely  work  I  was  doing 

For  the  child  of  my  love  and  care. 
Some  stitches  half  wearily  setting 
In  the  endless  need  of  repair. 
3  But  my  thoughts  were  about  the  building, 
The  work  some  day  to  be  tried  ; 
And  that  only  the  gold  and  the  silver 
And  the  precious  stones  should  abide  ; 
I  And  remembering  my  own  jioor  ellorts, 
The  wretched  work  I  had  done, 
And,  even  when  trying  most  truly. 
The  meager  success  I  had  won  : 
)  "  It  is  nothing  but  wood,  hay  and  stubble," 
I  said  ;    "  it  will  all  be  burned — 
This  useless  fruit  of  the  talents 
One  day  to  be  returned. 


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6  "  And  I  hiivo  so  lonjjrd  to  serve  Him, 

Ami  hoiaetiiiK's  1  know  1  liavf  tiictl  ; 
IJul  I-'iii  sure  wlifii  llu  socs  siicli  u  buildiuir, 
He  will  uuvc-r  let  it  abide." 

7  Jiist  then,  as  I  turned  the  -iaruHnt, 

Tbat  no  rent  bliuul<l  be  left  behind, 
Mv  eye  cau-jht  an  odd  little  bunille 
Of  mending  and  patehwork  combined. 

8  My  heart  grow  suddenly  tc  nder, 

And  something  blinded  my  eyes 
With  one  of  those  sweet  intuitions 
That  sometimes  nuikes  us  so  wise. 

9  Dear  child,  she  wanted  to  help  me  ; 

I  know  't  was  the  best  she  could  do  ; 
Hut  Oh!  what  a  botch  she  had  made  it — 
The  gray  mis-matching  the  blue  ! 

10  And  yet — can  you  understand  it."' — 

With  a  tender  smile  and  a  tear, 
And  a  half  compassionate  ycandng, 
I  felt  her  grown  more  dear. 

1 1  Then  a  sweet  voice  broke  the  silence, 

And  the  dear  Lord  said  to  me  : 
"Art  thou  tenderer  for  the  little  child 
Than  I  am  tender  for  thee  ?  " 

12  Then  straightway  I  knew  Ilis  meaning, 

So  full  of  compassion  and  love. 
And  my  faith  came  back  to  its  Refuge, 
Like'  the  glad  returning  dove. 

13  For  I  thought  when  the  ^Lister  Guilder 

Comes  down  His  temple  to  view, 
To  see  what  rents  must  be  mended 
And  what  must  be  budded  anew  ; 

14  Perhaps,  as  He  looks  o'er  the  building, 

He  will  bring  my  work  to  the  light, 
And  seeing  the  marring  and  bungling 
And  how  far  it  is  from  right, 

15  He  will  feel  as  I  felt  for  my  darling, 

And  will  say  as  I  saitl  for  her : 
"  Dear  child,  she  wanted  to  help  me, 
And  love  for  me  was  the  spur. 
IG  "And  for  tue  real  love  that  was  in  it, 

The  work  shall  seem  perfect  as  mine  •, 
And  because  it  was  willing  service, 
I  will  crown  it  with  plaudit  divine." 

17  And  there  in  the  deepening  twilight, 

I  seemed  to  bo  clasping  a  Hand, 
And  to  feel  a  great  love  constrain  mo 
Stronger  than  any  command. 

18  Then  I  knew  by  the  thrill  of  sweetness 

T  was  the  haiul  of  the  Ulessed  O.ie, 
Wliieh  wDuld  tenderly  gnide  and  hold  me 
Till  all  the  labor  is  done. 

19  So  my  thoughts  are  nevermore  gloomy, 

My  faith  no  longer  is  dim  ; 
But  mv  heart  is  strong  and  restful, 
And  mine  eves  are  unto  Him. 

MKs.  iir.RKirK  j<ins»'ii», 
«.luak«<>.  HI.    1877. 


WILD    WEATHER   OUTSIDE. 


1  Wild  weather  out-<itle  where  tin-  liruve  ^hil>s  go, 
And  tierce  from  all  cjimrters  the  f»)ur  winds  blow — 
Wild  weather  and  c(d<l,  an<l  the  great  waves  s«.  II. 
With  chasms  beneath  tiiem  as  black  att  liell. 

The  wat<'rs  frolic  in  Titan  p  ay. 

They  dash  the  decks  with  an  i<-y  spray, 

Tln^ spent  sails  shiver,  the  litlie  masts  reel, 

And  the  sheeted  ropes  are  as  smooth  as  steel. 

And  Oh  I  that  the  sailor  were  safe  once  more 

Where  the  sweet  wile  smiles  in  the  cottago  door! 

2  The  little  cottage,  it  shines  afar 

O'er  the  lurid  seas,  like  the  polar  star. 

The  m  iriner  tossed  in  the  jaws  of  <leath 

Hurls  at  the  storm  a  defiant  lireath  ; 

Shouts  to  his  mates  through  the  writhing  foam. 

♦'  Courage  1  please  God,  we  shall  yet  w in  home  I  " 

Fro/en  and  haggard  and  wan  and  ):ray, 

But  resolute  still  ;  't  is  the  sailor's  way. 

And  perhaps — at  the  fancy  the  stern  eyes  dim — 

Somebody's  praying  to-night  for  him. 

3  Ah  me,  thr..u;ih  the  drench  of  the  bitter  rain. 
How  bright  the  picture  that  rises  plain  1 
Sure  he  can  see,  with  her  merry  look. 

His  little  maid  crooning  her  spelling-book  ; 
The  baby  crows  from  the  cradle  fair ; 
The  grandma  nods  in  her  ea.'iy-chair; 
"While  hither  and  yon,  with  a  quiet  grace, 
A  woman  flits,  with  an  earnest  face. 
The  kitten  purrs,  and  the  kettle  sings. 
And  a  nameless  comfort  the  picture  brings. 

4  Rouiih  weather  outside,  but  the  winds  of  balm 
Forever  float  o'er  that  isle  of  calm. 

O  friinds,  who  read  over  tea  and  toast 
Of  the  w ild  night's  work  on  the  storm-swept  coast, 
Think,  when  the  vessels  are  overdue. 
Of  the  perilous  voyage,  the  baflled  crew. 
Of  stout  hearts  battling  for  love  and  home 
'Mid  the  cruel  blasts  and  the  curdling  foam, 
And  breath<>  a  pr.ayer  from  your  happy  lips 
For  those  w  ho  must  go  "  to  the  sea  in  ships  "  ; 
Ask  that  the  sailor  may  stand  once  more 
Where  the  sweet  wife  smiles  in  the  cottage  door. 

MA&UABBT   r.   RVS-lillTKH.   \SS, 

"  Uarpcr'i  Miprliw  * 


MOTHER.  HOME.  AND  HEAVEN. 

1  Mother  1  Oh  !  what  living  fragrance 

Breathes  forth  from  that  U.-ii<ler  word. 
Mingled  with  far  sweeter  music 

Than  the  ear  hath  ever  heard  1 
Tell  me  not  of  names  more  lofty 

Whieh  on  History's  pages  shine  ; 
Not  one  name  glows  like  a  mollier's 

In  the  heart's  most  sacreil  bhriue. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


2  MotlHT  !  Wandering  back  to  cliiltlhood, 

Tliron;;li  tin-  vista  ot  long  years, 
We  renu-nila'r  liow  .she  ever 

Shared  mir  joys  and  calmed  our  fears  ; 
How  she  tauglii  our  lips  to  niurniur, 

"  Now  I  lay  ine  down  to  sleej)," 
Praying,  too,  that  guardian  angels 

Might  their  vigils  o'er  us  keep. 

3  Mother  !     When  the  bloom  has  faded 

From  the  cheek  once  young  and  fair, 
And  the  hand  of  Age  has  scattered 

O'er  her  brow  the  silv'ry  hair, 
Let  us  ever  comfort,  love  her, 

(■uidf  her  trembling  feet  along. 
Till  the  Master's  voice  shall  call  her 

To  the  far-off  laud  of  song. 

4  Homo,  sweet  home  !     A  glorious  halo 

Seems  to  hover  'round  this  spot, 
Be  it  found  in  halls  of  grandeur. 

Or  the  humblest,  meanest  cot. 
Home  I      If  in  thy  sacred  borders 

Love  and  purity  hold  sway, 
Thou  art  like  a  fair  oasis, 

As  we  tread  earth's  desert  way. 

5  Home  of  childhood  !     As  wide  open 

Mem'ry's  mystic  door  we  throw, 
Thoughts  of  that  old  homestead  enter 

As  ft  was  long  years  ago  ; 
"When  we  played  upon  the  hillside, 

Or  beneath  the  shady  tree. 
And  when  'round  the  family  altar 

We  devoutly  bow'd  the  knee. 

6  But  alas  !  this  earth-home  changeth  ; 

'T  is  as  transient  as  the  day  ; 
Death  and  Ruin  trace  upon  it 

With  bold  hand,  "  Decay  !  Decay  !" 
One  by  one  lov'd  faces  vanish. 

Well-known  footsteps  do  not  come. 
And  ere  long  Time's  breath  hath  wither'd 

Every  trace  of  our  old  home. 

7  But  I  turn  my  thoughts  to  Heaven, 

That  blest  home — land  of  the  soul — 
Where  grim  Death  can  never  enter, 

And  no  changing  seasons  roll. 
Oft  we  scent  the  fragrant  odors 

Wafted  from  its  verdant  hill, 
But  those  jasper  walls  are  hidden 

Hy  yon  stream  so  dark  and  chill. 

8  Heav'n  !   Eye  hath  not  seen  the  splendor 

Of  thy  shining  streets  of  gold. 
Pearly  gates  and  glittering  mansions. 

All  so  wondrous  to  behold  ; 
Ear  hath  never  heard  the  sweetness 

Of  thy  music's  rapturous  notes, 
Which  adown  the  plains  of  glory 

On  each  balmy  zephyr  Hoats. 


9  Heav'n  1  Eternal  noontide  streanu  th 

From  thy  dome  of  dazzling  height, 
Over  which  no  dim  clouds  gather, 

And  there  falls  no  shades  of  night. 
Sun  or  moon  are  needed  never 

To  illinne  thy  fair  domains, 
For  the  Lamb  enthroned  forever 

King  of  light  and  glory  reigns. 
10  Heav'n  !  Bright  home  !  When  shall  we  wander 

By  thy  murmuring  crystal  sea, 
Atd  sit  down  with  saints  and  loved  ones 

'Neath  the  shade  of  Life's  great  tree  ? 
Hope  is  whisp'ring,  "  Soon,  lone  pilgrim. 

Shall  yon  mystic  veil  be  riv'n. 
And  on  thj-  ecstatic  vision 

Burst  the  endless  joys  of  Heav'n." 

SADIE  O.    PRIN'CK, 

In  "Gems  of  Poetry," 
Bprinsfield,  Nova  Scotia,  1884, 

"WOMAN'S   MISSION  AND  "WOMAN'S  "WORK. 

1  Her  mission,  to  make  homes  and  resting-places 

Edens  on  earth. 
Where  men  may  rest  from  toil  and  prove  her  graces. 
Her  precious  worth. 

2  Her  mission,  to  see  other  lives  out-growing 

From  her  frail  frame  ; 
Her  work,  to  note  all  grief,  all  wayward-going. 
And  shield  from  blame. 

3  Her  mission,  to  rebuke,  hy  virtuous  life, 

Vileness  and  sin  ; 
Her  work,  to  aid  the  erring  in  their  strife 
Lost  strength  to  win. 

4  Her  mission,  to  be  strong  and  brave  and  wise. 

When  man  is  weak; 
Her  work,  with  love-light  sparkling  in  her  eyes. 
Right  words  to  speak. 

5  Her  mission,  to  be  patient,  faithful,  true. 

Though  man  be  false ; 
Her  work,  to  do  all  that  God  bids  her  do. 
Though  flesh  revolts. 
C  Her  mission,  that  of  a  bright  star,  to  lead 
To  Heaven  and  God  ; 
Her  w  ork,  to  soothe  when  men  must  smart  and  bleed 
Beneath  the  rod. 

7  Her  mission,  to  speak  words  of  hope  and  cheer 

In  man's  sad  hours  ; 
Her  work,  to  strew  his  path,  when  dark  and  drear. 
With  love's  sweet  flowers. 

8  Her  mission,  in  prosperity's  bright  day. 

Praises  to  sing ; 
Her  work,  in  adverse  times,  for  grace  to  pray. 
And  aid  to  bring. 

9  Her  mission,  in  man's  thoughtless,  reckless  hours. 

To  waru  and  grieve  ; 
Her  work,  when  pain  an<l  death  reveal  their  powers, 
To  seek  reprieve. 


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10  ITcr  mission,  man's  trae  helper  every  hour 

Of  life  to  1)0, 
His  (juanliaa  anijel,  from  the  tempter's  j)o\vcr, 
Leuiling  liini  free. 

11  Her  mission,  with  trm-  woman  tact  and  skill, 

Life's  joiirnev  throii;^li, 
A  thousand  things  whicli  man  nor  can  nor  will, 
Daily  to  ilo. 

12  Iler  mission,  in  u  way  heroic,  wise, 

Sul)liine,  divine, 
To  keep  herscdf  a  constant  sacrifice 
On  duty's  shrine. 

13  J/cr  tcurk,  to  censure  and  re|)rove  and  chide, 

Condemn,  command. 
To  teach,  to  lead,  counsel,  persuade,  guard,  guide, 
Nourish,  defend. 

14  Her  work,  to  waken  tenderness  and  love, 

And  sweet-voiced  hope. 
And  joy  in  other  lives  till  joys  above 
To  her  shall  ope. 

ANOCLIVE  rULLBE. 

In  "Ttw  Vcuture. "  U831 


THE   HERITAGE. 

1  In  the  time  which  will  come  to  my  darlings, 

When  the  days  of  my  years  all  are  spent, 
And  saf«dy  at  last  I  am  sleeping 

Low  under  the  grave's  green  tent, — 

2  Then.  I  trust  that  the  children  will  enter 

On  the  heritage  1  shall  leave, 
And  unto  it,  strong  and  faithful. 
Through  life  unto  death  will  cleave. 

3  I  shall  leave  them  the  poor  and  needy. 

The  hel[)less  and  the  oppressed. 
The  sad  and  the  sick  and  the  sinning. 
To  be  served  an<l  gladdened  and  blest. 

4  I  shall  leave  to  them  all  who  suffer 

From  crui'lty,  ruth,  and  wrong. 
And  all  who  are  weak  ami  humble. 
Oppressed  by  the  proud  and  strong. 

5  I  shall  leave  them  the  little  children, 

To  he  Uitight  their  burdens  to  bear ; 
And  the  old  to  be  gently  guided 
Adown  life's  tottering  stair. 

fi   I  beipieath  to  them  all  the  battle 
Of  the  weak  against  the  strong, 
And  the  crus.aile  I  surrender 
Of  the  right  against  the  wrong. 

7  .\nd  when  their  years  are  all  numbered, 
And  they  enter  into  bliss, 
Mav  tliev  leave  unto  tiieir  children 


A  heritage  grand  as  this. 


UATTIK  TYNit  nRIKWOLD.   IMa 


MARY. 

1  She  was  my  May  when  my  wint»T  hail  come, 
Hringing  back  music  to  forests  all  dumb  I 
Delicate  wiltl-wood  anemone,  she  I 
Lily-bell,  swinging  out  fragrance  for  me! 

2  Crystal,  as  pure  and  transparent  as  light ! 
Moonbeam,  ilelicious,  that  comforts  the  night — 
Calming  and  cooling,  with  In-auty  divine. 
Earth  overcome  with  the  noon's  rucMv  wine. 

3  Shut  with  tlie  few  on  the  lempe.st-to>8ed  deck — 
All  tlie  world  outward  a  blank  and  a  wreck, 
Sailing  the  sea  of  a  desolate  grief, 

Slie  was  my  dove  with  the  green  olive  leaf. 

4  'T  was  Mary  who  cradlefl  our  LonI  on  her  breast ; 
A  Mary  who  loved  Ilim  and  ple:i.sed  Him  the  best; 
A  .Mary  it  was  who  anointed  Ills  head  ; 

A  Mary  who  welcomed  Him  lirst  from  the  dead. 

5  Thank  flod  !  with  the  sorrow  of  wearisome  years. 
He  sendeth  us  Marys   to  wipe  off  our  tears. 

To  touch  the  sick  brain  with  His  infinite  calm. 
To  bind  up  the  crucified  heart  with  His  balm  I 

VRAKIA  LOCK*  BAILET,    UTt. 


?llrs.  %mt  6rnnt. 

Mn.  Anne  Gnot,  of  La^san,  van  hnrn  In  r,lA«gnv  in  I7SS.  Her  fkUxr 
«■•  an  oOocr  in  the  amij,  aixl  Ix-r  hu*ti*i;il  ir.u  ihi-  mit>Ut4rT  "f  l.acs»>. 

tlie  R«T.  Jamca  Oraot     After  thr  lU-ath  oflu-r  LiAUuia.  M-  

moTcd  to  Eiliiihurgh;  and.  In  1803,  brr  pirtical  lalcnt  wx-  , 

a  work  ertitli-il.  "Die  HUhlaoilon.  anil  IHber  Piwuu."    h:. 
"I«tt«n  fnim  the  Mountain*"  lin  which  the  (trei  an  acoouul  '•(  ti.<.-  ■■— 
•acr<'  if  Olcucocl,    "Mcaioln  of  an  Amrri<MD  Lady,'  and  Dutijr  othrr 
works.    She  died  In  EJinliurfh  in  18%     (En(.  CulJ. 

HYMN  FOR  THE  SONS  OF  THE  CLERGY. 

1  How  bh>st  these  olive  plants  that  grow 

Heneath  the  altar's  sacre<l  shade. 
Where  streams  of  fresh  instrnctinn  f1f)w. 
And  comfort's  humble  boanl  is  sprea<L 

2  'T  was  thus  the  swallow  reare<l  her  young, 

Secure  within  the  house  of  (Jo<l, 
Of  whom  the  royal  prophet  sung. 

When  banished  from  that  blent  .alxxlc. 

3  When,  like  the  swallow's  tender  brood. 

They  leave  the  kind  paternal  dome. 
On  weary  wing  th<-y  seek  their  footl. 

Or  find  in  other  climes  a  home; 
■i   Where'er  they  roam,  where'er  they  rest, 

'ihrough  all  the  varied  scenes  of  life, 
Whether  with  trampiil  jdenty  ble^t. 

Or  doom'd  to  share  the  deadly  strife; 
5   And  will  II  the  faithful  sliephi-nls  view 

Kach  ransomed  Ihx-k  around  them  spn-a*!. 
How  will  th.y  bless  the  jdanU  that  grt'W, 

Ik-neath  the  alUir's  s.'»cre<l  sh.ide! 

M««,  AHUB  UKAST. 


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WO.\fAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


LONGING  FOR  HOME,  LOVE  OF  HOME. 


OR,  THERE'S  A  SIGH  IN  THE  HEART. 


1st  Voice. 


ANNE  FRICKEK, 


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lip 


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When  we    think 


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2d  Voice. 


in  ilie  heart,        tho'  the  lip  may  be  gay.  When  we  think 


of  the 


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let  Voice.    Solo. 


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land  tlie    land      far  a  -  way.         Blushing  gar    -     lands  a  -  round  haiiK  in  wreath*  from  eacl.  spray.  Hut  the 

una,.   ..  uu     lamj      i»r  a    ^^^^j  found      me  ia      breath  -  Ing  the    iu  -  cense  of  May.        A- 


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land,....  the    land      far  a. 


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way.    There's  a     sigh....       in  the  heart,        the' the  lip  may  be  g.iy,  When  we  think  of  the 


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WOAfAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


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land, 
land, 


tlie    l.uiil     far    a  -  way. 
llio    land     fill-     a -way. 


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2d  Voice. 


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land,  tbe    land    far    a  -  way 


Sad 
Faint 


ly     I        paze. 
ly     I         pass. 


on  tbe  moon's  briftht 
on   my     wea    -     ri-some 


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ray And  in   fan 

way, Xo  hope 


cy    I         fol      -      low  its     track      far    a -way.  Sad      -       ly    I 

of    to    -    luor    -     row  to      cheer      me    to-day.    While  my    eye         shall  grow 


m, 


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list to  the     Night    -    ingale'slay, It    a     -    wakes       but  a      dream  of  the    land       far      a- 

dira, .  ..  and  my  tress      -     esgrowgray,       Stiilmy       last  tho'tshallbe of  the    land      far      a- 


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There's  a     sigh. 
2.1  Voice. 


in  the  heart,        tho'  ihe  Up 


may  be  gay,  When  we  think 


of  the 


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way.    Tliere'sa    sigh.. 


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la  tlie  lieart,        tlio'  the  lip  may  be  gay,  When  we  think 


of  the 


■tt  -mr-^        T^  S-  -WJr      -%■  -W  -W-W-      •»■  -•r    -^  -^      -mm-     mm       m 


— I — I 1 1 — I — I 1-  — ^ 1 — ( — .-I — >  — I  -I 


Bom  In  rhUadrlphla.  wu  a  reddent  of  that  dtjr  when  the  foUnwIng 
•mwk  written  by  her.  She  waa  oonaldered  one  of  tho  beat  writer*  of 
tboaa  da)*  1840— USD.  Her  pocina  Indlcato  a  onnaecrated  Chriitlaii  heart, 
and  a  dc«p  mllgioiu  feellns.  She  wmte  macb  for  the  "  Snow  Flake," 
"The  Christian  KeepMke,"  "Sartain't  Union  Magailne"  and  other 
periudlcala. 

THE    MOTHER    AND   CHILD. 

1  A  mother  praywl  with  lior  ho.irt  alone, 

For  hiT  lips  made  ne'er  a  sound  ; 
The  angels  came  in  her  darken'd  room, 

And  waved  their  win<;s  around. 
"O  Ix)nl,"  siie  praye<l,  "Tiiou  Ix)rtl  of  might. 

Oh  !  grant  my  darling  Fame, 
Among  the  nobles  of  the  world 

To  wear  the  noblt^t  name. 

2  "  A  name  whose  glory  waxeth  bright. 

With  still  inereivsing  fire  ; 
A  name  to  stand  while  ages  pass, 

And  make  a  world  .idmire. 
Oh  !   may  there  be  some  spirit  noar, 

My  soid's  high  wish  to  b«'ar." 
Vt\\\  the  .ttigels  stcMxl  with  dr(K>ping  wings, 

Nor  moved  to  wwil  her  prayer. 


3  "O  God,  who  art  all  Be.autiful, 

Oh  !   make  my  darling  fair  ; 
That  he  may  still  from  life  draw  love, 

Life's  essence  sweet  and  rare  : 
So  every  heart  shall  be  a  harp. 

Beneath  his  touch  to  sound." 
But  the  shuddering  angels  sadly  stood, 

And  droop'd  their  wings  around. 

4  "But  if,"  she  prayed,  "Thou  Gotl  of  love, 

lie  may  not  grasp  at  fame. 
Oh  !  grant  him  strength  to  face  serene 

A  cold  world's  cruel  blame. 
And  if  he  shrink  from  earthly  p<jwer. 

Nor  aim  to  sway  the  time. 
Gird  Thou  !iis  soul  to  cope  with  sin — 

A  conqueror  sublime. 
6  "  And  should  he  sometimes  fail  to  strike 

Each  heart  to  love's  gn-at  tone. 
Oh  I   may  he  tune  to  seraph  height 

The  music  of  his  own. 
Now  may  th«Te  bf  some  spirit  near 

My  Innnble  wish  In  iMmr." 
Th»'  anirels  rose  on  rusliing  wings. 

And  lM)re  to  t«od  her  prayer. 


ri  irt  I    uraoAT. 


7U 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


HOW    BEAUTIFUL    IS    SLEEP. 

1   JIow  beautiful  is  sleep  ! 

Upon  its  mother's  bre:ist 
lliiw  sweet  the  iul'aiit's  rest! 
Anil  who  but  she  can  tell  how  dear 
Her  lirst-boru's  breathings  't  is  to  hear. 
2  Gentle  babe,  prolong  tliy  shuubers  ! 

When  th«3  moon  her  liglit  doth  shed ; 
Still  she  rocks  thy  cradle  bed, 
Singing  in  melodious  numbers, 

I..ulling  thee  with  prayer  or  hymn, 
When  all  other  eyes  are  dim. 


JE8SIK  a.  >I  CABTKE. 


Sirs.  €.  %  M\\ 


Writes  to  her  aunt :  -  "  '  My  Home."  was  written  just  as  we  were 
lo«rluE  Bj«ton,  anil  doubtful  whether  to  go  to  Audorer.  We  ha<l  bad 
a  mlnUtcr'8  frequent  experience  of  moving.  It  seemed  so  sad  to  a 
friend  that  I  wrote  the  sequel  to  please  her.  My  heart  throbbed  a  great 
deal  at  times,  and  I  was  sad,  and  for  a  while  the  rest  of  the  grave  looked 
Inritlng.  Just  before  writing  the  sequel  we  were  settled  in  Andorer. 
Mr  Tersee  have  almost  all  been  written  liastily  and  usually  not  for  pub- 
lication, so  they  are  not  adapted  to  it.  My  life  has  been  too  busy  and 
too  practical  for  much  poetizing."    She  was  bom  June  21, 1827. 

MY    HOME. 

"For  here  we  hare  no  continuing  city,  but  we  seek  one  to  come." 

1  No  home  abides  me  here, 
Save  in  those  hearts  more  dear 

Than  life  itself ;  with  pilgrim  feet  I  roam, 

Now  tarrying  for  a  day, 

Now  speeding  swift  away  : 

Asks  one  with  friendly  face, 

"Where  is  thy  dwelling-place  ?" 
My  weary  heart  replies,  "  No  home  !  No  home ! 

2  Soon  shall  I  cease  to  roam  : 
A  lowly,  narrow  home 

Awaits  me,  with  its  touch  of  dreamless  sleep. 

O'er  it  the  robins  sing. 

O'er  it  the  violets  spring  : 

There  rest  my  throbbing  brain. 

While  "  dust  to  dust  "  again 
Is  rendered  back  in  silence  long  and  deep  I 

3  Soon  shall  I  cease  to  roam  : 
Heaven's  high  resplendent  dome 

Sheds  light  e'en  now  upon  m\'  pilgrim  way. 

Past  life's  unceasing  surge, 

Beyond  its  outmost  verge. 

So  glorious  and  so  bright 

It  loonjfi  upon  my  sight, — 
Fain  would  I  drop  my  load  and  soar  away  ! 

4  Vain  thought  !     And  did  He  roam, 
Thy  Lord?      Had  he  no  home, 

No  place  whereon  to  lay  His  wearied  head? 

Tlien  poare.  faint  heart,  be  still  ! 

Curb  thy  impetuous  will  I 

Till  to  those  mansions  fair 

His  loving  hands  prepare. 
He  bids  thee,  whose  dear  blood  for  thee  was  shed. 

MHS.  C.   L.  BHITH.  1861. 


THE    HOME   OF   THE    HEART. 


Though  often  with  pilgrim  feet  weary  I  roam, 
1  will  not  repine,  since  my  heart  has  a  home. 
While  one   warm,  noble  heart  still  beats  true  to  mv 

own  I 
How  can  1  these  lesser  ills  weakly  bemoan  ? 

Home  I  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 
How  can  1  repine  while  my  heart  has  a  home  ? 

Still  grant  me  this  earthly  love  true  to  the  end, 
And  Thine,  precious  Saviour,  dear  undying  Friend  ; 
Then,  thougli  oft  striking  tent,  and  but  hurried   my 

stay. 
Yet  a  song  of  rejoicing  shall  gladden  the  way  : 

Home  I  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 
Yes,  surely  I'll  sing  since  my  heart  has  a  home. 

CAROLINE  L.  8MITR. 

AndoTer,  Haas.,  Jan.  1862. 


THE    PASSING   YEARS. 


Swiftly,  how  swiftly,  the  years  pass  us  by. 
Leaving  their  traces  of  sorrow  and  care  ; 

Stealing  the  gleam  from  the  lusterful  eye, 

The  tint  from  the  cheek  which  rendered  us  fair. 

I  Swiftly  the  waves  of  life's  turbulent  ocean 
Are  bearing  us  on  in  their  unceasing  roll; 
Softly  or  rudely,  Time's  steady  motion. 
Sail  as  we  may,  brings  us  nearer  the  goal. 

'<  Often  earth's  winds  blow  adverse  and  chilling. 
Often  our  hearts  grow  faint  and  oppressed  ; 
Unseen  the  Hand  the  rude  tempest  stilling, 

And  guiding  our  course  to  the  "  Islands  of  Rest." 

What  though  the  years  are  remorselessly  stealing 
Bloom  from  the  cheek  and  glow  from  the  eye, 

If  we  are  richer  in  thought  and  in  feeling, 
As  we  are  nearing  that  "  sweet  by  and  by." 

What  though  our  footsteps  grow  feeble  and  falter, 
And  Life's  radiant  hopes  grow  dim  and  obscure; 

If  there's  a  record  that  time  cannot  alter, 

Of  deeds  that  are  worthy  and  lives  that  are  pure ; 

If  there  are  homes  our  presence  has  brightened. 
Sorrowful  ones  we  have  bidden  rejoice ; 

If  there  are  burdens  that  our  hands  have  lightened. 
Hearts  that  have  cheered  at  the  sound  of  our  voice. 

This  is  a  retrospect  angels  might  covet, 
Soothing  earth's  sorrow,  drying  its  tears. 

Glorious  recompense  !  naught  ranks  above  it, 
Growing  more  blessed  as  "  sunset  "  appears. 

SARAH  A.  ROBENCRANS. 
In  "  The  Woman's  Century,"  Not.  188i. 


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Stars  gsfemun  m¥ 


Wm  born  In  Rural,  Wl«..  In  1812.  rtht-  oiiierua  lUwkford  Seminary  In 
1863.  and  giaUuaUd  witli  lu  UlKliem  lj..u..r»  lu  18M.  Tho  «aii..r  of 
Woman  in  .Saikku  Sonu  rntond  tin:  abovn  iuitltiitluii  of  Inaniliiijal  ll>o 
■auiu  time,  and  wan  ain<;uib«r  of  thu  aajut.  cUunt.  Uurli.tf  tlie  oim  i-liort 
year  ixumud  togiilier,  au  uudyliig  frkiiditliii.  «ijruin:  up  '"  all  ll'"  nw^'l 
lutcrcuuriH;  uf  lifu.  a  rariT,  cliolccr  »i)lnl  lian  not  Ih-imi  uicl.  Aftrr  iirad- 
uatioD,  MiM  Aahuiuu  taught  Jour  ywun  lu  tliu  Seminar}-,  and  nulmo- 
quontly,  f.>ur  y.ant,  idK'  occu|.lwl  the  iKwltiou  of  tlr»l  u»«i«tttut  lu  ibo 
Rjokfonl  lliiih  Sclio-.l.  Willi  InU-rvalii  of  two  yuum  siKUt  at  Iiouh-  with 
her  B«i-d  ijarcula.  alio  »a«  a  devoUd  tcuclnr  lu  tht-  S.il>»Mtl.  «;1iim.1  .ud 
theyounir  mvu  wlio  urcw  up  from  iK.yli.nHl  under  lur  in.tructloi.  Inwcred 
lore,  lor.d  li.r  with  a  lend.r  ttllachmeut.  Vl«»  the  o|«ulng  of  the 
Woumn»  T  mi«rauoe  C-ru»ade,  she  euUnd  with  enllmriaiuii  InU.  thll 
tabor  of  lore,  ludeed  her  ulenU  and  «ymiiuthieii  wcr«  cinyloyid  *e- 
Urely  '1n  eTery  dei»inmeut  In  which  her  gencroua  heart  and  acliTO 
mlud  ooiUd  touch  humanity.  Hlie  wm  i,-iflitl  with  ran-  heuUh  of  iKnly, 
mind  and  .pirit:  «he  exerclmul  her  i«.«e«.  under  the  •Irong  ImpuUieOf 
lore  of  work  and  a  wnne  of  Christian  obllKation,  to  the  extent  of  the 
ability  eilJting  In  her  healthful  nature,  and  her  aotlviUe.  took  hold  of 
th<we  who  were  the  «uhject»  of  her  ettorta  with  unumml  efIectl»eno» 

Mary  Ashmun  always  held  a  ready  1k,ii.     Her  th.  ughW  alway.  flowed 
freely  and  gracefully  aud  with  power  and  N«uty.  In  both  proM  and  ferae. 
She  wa»  unH.-*!  In  marriage   wllh  Ceorge    I'helpa.  E«».,  of  Uahkoah, 
Wii .  In  Sept..  1374.  and  MankuU).  Minn..  U&»me  Ihclr  home. 

Ill  a  year  or  two.  a  non  wan  glren  them  for  a  few  monthj  -  "  an  cx- 
qulrito  ]oy.  and  then  a  wirrow."  She  write,  to  a  friend  ;-"Slnci-  our 
sweet  pet  lamb  left  tl.U  eurthly  fold  for  the  (;o..d  Shepherd',  ani*  aU 
helpletw  children  have  (h-eiue-l  «acr.  <1  to  mo.  I  «ee  betUT  now  than  bo- 
fore  why  Christ  came  to  u«  a»  a  little  l«by.  I  thli.k  my  baby  iwrformed 
a  Christ  like  n.lmlon  In  my  heart."  Again  rfie  write.:-"  How  1  cUlly 
mlM  the  little  Tolce.  the  little  clinging  hand*  the  awcet  brown  ey.n  aud 
dimpled  arm..  I  know  the  SttTl.iur  Inrc.  my  little  angil  lioy,  an.l  wUl 
watch  oT.ir  blm  with  lorlng  care  ;  and  to  It  l»  beat  a.  It  U."  To  another 
■be  wrote  :-••  Uh  !  fiif  one  gllmi»>c  of  my  child  a.  he  now  1.  ;" 

The  d.alh  of  the  child  wa.  wkju  followiil  by  ricknem  in  her  own  per 
Kin.  She  was  pro«traU-d  by  lung  fever,  and  only  iom  from  her  .Ick  bed 
to  .truggle  with  dioeane  which  <Uy  by  day  wa.  to  gather  rtren/th  for  the 
floal  coiuiuest.  Kuthu»l»«u.  strong  will  aud  high  hoin-.  aralU-d  not. 
She  ha<l  hopid  to  cherish.  In  her  own  home,  her  a««l  mother,  through 
her  declining  year*.  This  hop.',  too,  failed,  and  she  suff.'nd  the  en 
iclousiieSB  that  her  own  111  health  aildtnl  another  sorn  .w  tn  the  already 
burdeiie.1  heart.  At  other  time.  Jie  wrote  ;-"  My  physicUn  says  I  can 
get  well,  and  Oh  I  I  do  so  waut  to."  "  I  alin'Nit  cnry  you  your  work." 
"  A.  I  am  getting  a  little  bettCT.  an  unutterable  uneasinen  to  be  doln« 
iomethlng  lake,  p-wewlon  of  me;  but  I  pray  for  paUence  aud  grace  to 
wait  (hid',  time." 

With  thl.  strong  desire  for  Ufe  and  lU  work,  and  a  Muae  of  obligation 
to  do  all  .he  could  Ui  secure  a  return  of  health,  at  the  niggeatlon  of  her 
physician  rile  left  home  with  her  ever  devoted  husband  and  sought  relief 
In  Colorado,  .'^he  reached  Colorwlo  Siiriiigs,  and  in  nine  days  gave 
over  the  slnignle  and  wa.  at  r.st,  satUBiil.  for  sJie  awaked  In  Hi.  like- 
nem.  wo  cannot  doubt.     She  iiam-d  away  April  20,  1877. 

We  would  not  wislitosay  that  Mary  Aslimun  Phel|i«  died  prematurely, 
though  she  died  young,  l.if.- Is  not  measured  by  day.  and  yi-ars.  and 
goes  not  out  except  at  His  bidding.  She  worked  cnthuflastically.  dili- 
gently, and  In  various  din-ctioiui,  even  Ui  the  end  of  her  few  years.  She 
wa.  all  alonu  the..-  years  doing  work  for  the  MasUr,  moulding  chanicter 
according  to  right  princlph.,  assisting  humanity  by  helping  the  fallen  to 
rtac  and  strengtliening  th"*i-  still  standing. 

A  complete  record  of  this  Ixautiful.  earnest  life  ha.  been  raaale  out 
atxive  ;  the  N-st  earthly  recnnl  is  In  the  charect^rs  moulded  by  lier  In- 
fluence and  the  live,  made  more  happy  and  Inio  by  her  frlcmlsblp. 
Tin's*'  are  ImiH'rIshablo  reoonU. 

LINES   TO    A    YOUNG    LADY    ON     HER 
'IWENTY-FIHST   BIRTHDAY. 

1    Your  cliililliood  hours,  so  wild,  so  frro, 
So  tilled  with  mirth  and  rartdess  gh"C, 

Ilavo  now  forever  fled  ; 
Tlio-e  ijoiden  yi'iirs,  .so  l>ri<;ht,  so  fair. 
All  unalloyed  by  i;rief  or  care. 
On  eagle  wings  liavc  s|)cd. 


2  And  gone  are  all  your  youthful  days, 
Their  hi;;h  resolves,  their  joyous  lays, 

Their  airy  ea.'»tleh  l)rij,dil  ; 
Their  gor;.'eous  sunset  tint.s  have  ^'one, 
Clone  are  their  ro.scate  hues  of  iiiorii, 

Their  heaiiis  of  noontide  light. 

3  And  wniii.iiiliixKl  is  yours  lo-<lay  ; 
I  see  its  lights  and  sliadows  play 

Alreatly  on  your  hrow, 
I  sec  its  cares,  its  toils,  its  tears. 
It«  joy,s,  its  sorrows,  smiles  and  fears, 

All  bursting  round  you  now. 

4  Near  you  I  see  two  angels  stanil ; 
Each  reaches  out  a  be«  koning  hand, 

Each  offers  you  a  home  : 
Each  calls  to  you  in  a<'cents  dear. 
Each  speaks  in  sunny  words  of  cheer, 

Each  claims  you  for  her  own. 

5  The  one  with  Iangni<l.  melting  eyes, 
And  soft,  low  tones  that  .scarcely  rise 

Upon  the  (piiet  air. 
Points  to  a  bower  with  roses  crowned. 
^Vhose  fragrance  scents  the  air  around, 

A  scene  of  beauty  rare. 

6  "This  is  my  home — dear  one,  wilt  thou 
To  Kase  yielil  up  thy  being  now  'i 

I'll  free  thee  from  all  toil ; 
I'll  give  thee  comfort.  (|ui<t,  rest ; 
In  beauteous  robes  sh.alt  thon  hv  dressed  ; 

No  work  thy  hand  shall  soil." 

7  The  other  with  calm,  earnest  look 
Of  eyes  as  clear  as  wotMlland  brook, 

Yet  filled  with  pitying  love. 
"With  linger  poiiitiiig  to  the  skies 
All  bathed  in  glorious  rainbow  tlycs, 

Speaks  of  the  realms  above. 

8  "  My  name  is  Duty — there's  my  home  ; 
Sce'st  thou  its  spires,  its  glittering  dome. 

Its  battlements  of  gold  ? 
See'st  thou  its  w.ills  of  jas|K'r  bright, 
Its  messengers  all  clothed  in  light, 

Whose  garments  wax  not  old  ? 

9  Hut  ore  thou  tread'st  that  shining  street, 
The  hanl,  rough  .stones  must  cut  thy  feet, 

Thv  brow  the  thorns  must  pierce  ; 
The  heavy  cro.ss  thou  t(M>  must  In-ar, 
Thou  mu>t  not  shrink  from  toil  or  care. 

From  storms  though  wild  and  tierce." 

10  And  ti'U  me  which  shall  be  your  choice; 
Wilt  listin  to  the  winning  voice 

Of  soft,  luxurious  Ease? 
Or  say,  shall  Duty's  heavinwanl  gayp 
Cause  von  >ji>itr  vyr  toward  heaven  to  raise, 

Tu  cutch  llie  view  »lic  scua  ? 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


11  T  stand,  I  waif,  I  listen,  fear, 

1  trcinhlc  ami  yet  ioni;  to  lu'ar 

Whic'li  course;  youi'  s*""'  will  seize ; 

Sliall  all  your  woinanliDotl  be  spcut 

In  iiTiioniiniDUs  content, 

Willi  listless,  careless  Ease? 

12  Or  sliall  it,  as  the  days  unfold, 

Be  fraught  to  you  with  wealth  untold 

Of  courage,  faith  and  strength, 
Which  Duty,  by  stern  discipline. 
Gives  those  who  follow  her  to  win 
In  joy  and  peace  at  lengtli  ? 

13  I  clasp  my  hands,  I  turn  away, 
I  lift  my  heart  to  God  and  pray 

That  all  your  woman's  life 
Be  tru(!  and  ])ur(',  be  strong  and  brave, 
The  sad  to  cheer,  the  lost  to  save. 

To  soothe  the  world's  rough  strife. 

14  And  death  shall  take  you  grown  more  fair 
When  done  with  turmoil,  toil  and  care, 

A  Paradise  to  win  ; 
And  Clirist  shall  clasp  you  to  His  breast, 
All  wrapped  in  peaceful,  heavenly  rest, 

The  pearly  gates  within. 

MARY  ASHMUS   PHELPS, 

From  "'Rockford  Seminary  Magazine,"  1873, 

KNIGHTED. 

Because  she  takes  me  as  her  very  own. 
Claiming  my  fealty  while  life  shall  last, 
My  sou!  renounces  all  th'  unworthy  past; 
With  ruthless  hand  its  idols  I  dethrone. 
I  walk  life's  devious  path  no  more  alone ; 
Her  eyes'  sweet  magic  binds  my  fancy  fast. 
All  aims  ignoble  from  my  heart  I  cast, 
For  youth's    mad  follies  striving  to  atone. 
Because  she  loves  me,  firm  I  take  my  stand, 
UnHiiichingly  to  battle  for  the  right ; 
All  womanikood  is  sacred  for  her  sake, 
*For  each  oppressed  a  lance  I  freely  break. 
I  walk  encased  in  armor  pure  and  bright. 
Crowned  with  honor  by  her  spotless  hand. 

SARAH   D.  BOBABT, 

THE    LAST   JOURNEY. 

"  They  two  went  ou."— II  Kings,  xi:  6. 

1  So  far  with  me,  no  further  now, 

Our  journey  all  so  brief  is  done; 
Thou  sjoest  on  thine  unseen  way, 
And  I  must  tread  my  path  alone. 

2  "  They  two  went  on,"  and  we  have  been 

Tlirou;,di  Bethel's  plain  and  Jordan's  flood: 
And  one  n-ent  back  to  serve  and  wait. 
And  one  soared  uji  to  dwell  v.ith  God. 

3  W(!  two  went  on  I   Ah  !   not  alone  ; 

And  though  no  car  of  light  I  see, 
Thirc  w;ilUs  with  me  the  Holy  One, 
And  Christ  the  Living  God  with  thee. 

AN.NA  SIUrXON, 


TO    MARY   ON    HER   WEDDING    DAY, 

1  God  bless  thee  on  thy  wedding  day. 

My  cherished  friend  ; 
And  ever  through  life's  devious  way, 
Thy  steps  attend. 

2  May  the  deep  love  and  trust  which  thrills 

Thy  s|)irit  now. 
Till  all  thy  being  freely  wills 
A  solemn  vow, 

3  Ne'er  lose  in  fervor,  but  remain 

Deep,  warm  and  true, 
Through  calm  and  storm  and  joy  and  pain, 
Life's  journey  through. 

4  Others  may  offer  gold  and  gifts 

Of  costly  price. 
To  be  unto  thy  wedded  love 
Preserving  spice ; 

5  I  only  give  a  woman's  love, 

A  woman's  prayers, 
A  woman's  pledge  to  sympathize 
In  all  thy  cares. 

6  God  bless  thee  !  I  have  said  the  words 

In  days  gone  by. 
And  say  them  now  with  quivering  lip, 
And  tear-moist  eye. 

7  Bless  thee  !  and  help  him  who  has  won 

Thy  heart  and  hand, 
And  claims  the  right,  close  by  thy  side 
Henceforth  to  stand, 

8  To  keep  Mith  true,  religious  care 

The  solemn  vow 
He  makes  to-day  to  cherish  thee, 
Through  weal  and  woe. 

AKOIE  rCLXKB. 

OLD    FOLKS. 

1  Oh  !  don't  be  sorrowful,  darling. 

Oh  !  don't  be  sorrowful,  pray^. 
For  taking  the  year  together,  my  dear. 
There  isn't  more  night  than  day. 

2  We  are  old  folks  now,  my  darling, 

Our  heads  are  growing  gray. 
But  taking  the  year  all  round,  my  dear. 
You  will  always  find  the  May. 

3  We  have  had  our  IMay,  my  darling, 

And  our  roses  long  ago, 
The  time  of  year  is  coming,  my  dear. 
For  the  silent  night  and  snow. 

4  But  God  is  God,  my  darling, 

Of  night  as  well  as  the  day, 

We  feel  and  know  that  we  can  go 

Wherever  He  leads  the  way. 

5  Yes,  (lod  of  night,  my  darling. 

The  night  of  death  so  dim. 
The  gate  that  leads  out  of  life,  good  wife, 
Is  the  gate  that  leads  to  Him. 

ADFLAIDE  PROrTBIl. 
Set  to  Music  by  JAMES  R.   MUBRAY. 


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DOMESTIC  SCENES.    SONOS  AND  READINGS  FOR  THE  HOME  FIRESIDE. 


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WAYFARERS. 

1  llio  way  is  loii-r.  my  dailing, 

The  roiul  is  rou<;ii  ttn<l  Htrop, 
Aim  I  fast  iicross  ilie  u  veiling  .sky 

I  see  the  hluwlowa  tiweep. 
But  Oil  !  my  love,  my  darling, 

No  ill  to  us  eiiu  come, 
Is'o  terror  turn  us  from  tlie  jiath, 

For  we  are  goinj;  lionie. 

2  Your  feel  are  tired,  my  darling — 

So  tire<I,  the  teniUr  feet  , 
But  tliink,  when  wo  are  there  at  last, 

How  sweet  the  rest!  how  sweet! 
For  lol  the  lamps  are  lighteil, 

And  yonder  gleaming  ilomc. 
Before  us,  shining  likt-  a  star, 

Shall  guide  our  footsteps  home. 
8  We've  lost  the  flowers  we  gathered 

So  early  in  the  morn  ; 
And  on  wo  go,  with  empty  liaiida 

And  garments  soile<l  and  worn. 
But  Oh!   the  dear  All-Fatlier 

Will  out  to  meet  us  come. 
Anil  fairer  tlowers  and  whiter  robea 

There  wait  for  us  at  home ! 
4  Art  coM,  my  love,  and  famished  ? 

Art  faint,  and  sore  athirst? 
Be  pjitient  yet  a  little  while. 

And  joyous  as  at  lirst ; 
For  Oh  !  the  sun  ."lets  never 

Within  tliat  land  of  bloom, 
And  thou  slialt  eat  the  bread  of  life, 

And  drink  life's  wine  at  home. 


MISB  HKLEN  BURSSIUE. 


5  Tlie  wind  blows  eold,  my  darling, 

Adown  tne  muuntain  hteep, 
And  thii-k  aeross  the  evening  sky 

Tin;  tlarkling  bhadows  creep  ; 
But  ( )h  !  my  love,  prchs  onward, 

Whatever  trials  eonie, 
For  in  the  way  tin;  Father  set, 

We  two  are  going  home. 

ILAUUAHBT  K.  aAMuirrKm. 

TO    A    FRIEND   ON    HIS    MARRIAGE    MOHN. 

I II.    N.    K  I 

1  Weleomo  to  this  ihric«-happy  morn, 

The  gladdi'st  of  a  glad  young  life — 
Sineo  first  it  breathes  with  joy  newborn 
The  hallowed  name  of  wife  ! 

2  Heaven's  rieliest  gifts  hi!  ever  strown. 

Ami  flowers  of  |>iirity  and  truth. 
O'er  her  who  link<th  with  thine  own 
The  beauty  of  lier  youtii. 

3  Unfold  in  beauty,  liills  and  fields, 

r>t  am  forth  in  light,  in  bloom  and  BongI 
Wliile  earth  her  fairest  foliage  yields, 
AikI  bright  hours  speed  along. 
[4  Unite  thy  radianee  with  the  sky. 

Thou  earth,  so  old  yet  ever  young  1 
L«'t  hove  bt!  two-fold  melo<Iy  1 
Be  twofold  bridals  sung! 
I  5  Let  the  stem  years,  a  motley  throng, 
'  Unbroken  find  thy  dream  of  bliss. 

Find  the  old  love  yet  ever  strong — 
A  world  outlasting  this. 


TIRED. 

(FoK  lioPKAMO.) 


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PATRIOTIC  POEMS 


750 


WOAfAN  IX  SACRED  SONO. 


PREFACE  TO   PATRIOTIC 
POEMS. 

Althoujnrh  it  is  the  province  of  tliis  book  to 
incliulo  HOIK!  l)ut  the  poems  of  woinaii,  it  will  not, 
j>erlia|)s,  be  considered  out  of  place,  to  preface  the 
patriotic  department  with  the  followin;;  noble  trib- 
ute to  "  7'/te  Women  I'^oundcrs  of  New  Eitg- 
land,"  by  the  Hon.  John  Hooker.  The  author 
not  being  able  to  attend  the  ceremonies,  sent  the 
poem  by  his  son,  Dr.  Edward  li.  Hooker,  who 
read  it,  after  prefacing  it  as  follows  : 

'*  The  one  thought  that  comes  to  me,  after  laying 
flowers  on  our  ancestor's  grave,  after  contemplating 
the  shaft  raised  to  the  memory  of  the  noble  men 
who  came  with  him  and  on  which  is  inscribed  their 
names,  after  listening  to  the  address  of  the  after- 
noon, is  this :  While  honoring  the  fathers  from 
whom  we  have  come,  we  must  not  forget  the  moth- 
ers. They  alike  braved  the  dangers  and  endured 
the  privations  of  that  early  time.  Their  earnest 
prayers  and  cheering  words  sustained  the  men  in 
hours  of  distress  and  gloom. 

"That  courageous  woman,  borne  tenderly  on  a 
litter,  too  weak  to  walk  or  ride,  too  brave  to  be 
left  behind,  may  well  be  compared  to  the  Ark  of 
the  Covenant  which  the  children  of  Israel  bore 
with  them  in  their  journey  through  the  wilderness 
to  the  promised  land.  She  was  really  a  sacred 
emblem  of  all  that  was  pure  and  holy.  And  the 
women  founders  of  New  England,  unknown  to 
fame,  were  really  the  conservators  of  the  purity 
and  sjMrituality  of  the  church  and  society,  and  to 
them  we  owe  as  great  a  debt  as  to  the  grand  men 
wliom  history  loves  to  commemorate  and  honor. 

"  Let  us,  therefore,  honor  our  fathers  and  our 
mothers,  that  our  days  may  be  long  upon  the  land 
which  the  Lord  our  God  giveth  us  ! 

"  Filled  with  the  same  thought,  my  father,  una- 
ble to  be  present,  has  sent  me  these  lines  to  read." 

THE  WOMEN   FOUNDERS  OF  NEW  ENG- 
LAND. 

3Br.  goolier 

Ii  a  dencendant  of  the  Rer.  Thomas  Hooker,  founder  of  the  Center 
Church  of  Hartford,  Conn.,  "thenn'st  eI<M|uent  preacher,  the  wisest 
ooUTiwllr)r,  the  most  discoruiiig  and  furttiKhted  statesuian.  the  uost  l)e* 
lore«l  saint,  of  all  our  New  Euglaml  fathers."  The  |>oeiu  is  a  nohle 
tribute  to  those  "  true  hearts  "  of  the  long  ago.— (Ed.  "Laws  of  Life.") 

Ye  grand  irien  of  our  early  day, 
"Who  here  for  freedom  made  a  way. 
W^iih  faith  and  prayer  and  ([uoten  Word, 
Yet  coat  of  mail  anil  gilded  swoid  ; 
Who  laid  in  strengtli  the  founded  State, 
And  o'er  it  sat  to  legislate  ; 
Aud  oft  iu  magistracy  stood 


Before  th'  .idmiring  multitude  ; 
Who  felt  th'  iiispii-iiig  sense  of  power 
Au<l  thrill  of  the  victorious  hour ; 
And  saw  afar  that  grateful  fame 
Would  cherish  every  hero's  name  ; 
—  The  schooll)oy  at  his  lesson  reads 
Th'  inspiring  record  of  your  deeds  ; 
The  public  eye  on  canvas  sees 
Your  conflicts  fierce,  and  victories  ; 
The  monumental  shaft  is  reared 
To  keep  your  names  for  aye  revered. 

But  there  were  hearts  of  purest  gold 
WMiose  tale  of  courage  ne'er  was  told ; 
True  heroes,  who  no  armor  wore. 
Yet  shared  the  perils  that  ye  bore  ; 
Braving,  with  courage  none  the  less, 
Tiie  savage  and  the  wilderness  ; 
Clothed  with  no  power  in  church  or  state, 
No  word  in  worsliip  or  debate ; 
With  faith-lit  brow  and  helping  hand. 
Asking  but  by  your  side  to  stand ; 
Who  had  no  hope  a  later  day 
Its  tribute  of  renown  would  pay  ; 
W^ho  made  their  sad  self-sacrifice 
Before  no  world's  admiring  eyes  ; 
Of  men's  remembrance  thinking  not, 
Content  to  toil  and  be  forgot. 

Ah  !  when  the  heroes  of  that  time 
Are  numbered  on  God's  book  sublime, 
High  on  the  roll  of  that  true  fame 
Many  a  gentle  woman's  name, 
W'hich  earth  had  cared  not  to  record. 
Shall  stand  writ,  Valiant  for  the  Lord. 


JOHN   BOOKER. 

Hartford,  Conn,,  Oct.,  1883. 


glrs.  ftmans. 


r  Born  179*. 
(  Died  1835. 


Felicia  Dorothea  Browne  was  born  at  Liverpool.  Sept.  25,  1794. 
Her  father  was  engaged  iu  mercantile  pursuits.  Her  miitber  was  an 
Englisliwuiuan,  of  Veuetian  origin.  In  1S12  Mi.ss  Browne  married 
CaiiUiin  Hemans,  of  the  4tl)  Regiment.  T)ie  marriage  was  not  a  happy 
one,  and  ended  by  Mr.  Hemans  al>anduning  liis  wife,  leaving  her  with 
tive  sous  "  to  breast  a  stormy  world  ahme."  as  she  said.  She  published 
at  various  periods  prose  aud  poetical  works.  As  she  gn>w  older  her 
poetry  became  more  religious,  and  of  a  far  higher  character.  She  re- 
aided  for  some  time  at  Rhyllon,  near  St.  As.iph,  Wales,  then  at  Waver- 
tree,  near  Liverpool.  She  visited  Scotland,  where  alie  met  Sir  Walter 
Scott.  She  eventually  went  to  hve  in  Dublin,  where  she  died  Muy  13, 
1835.— "Eug.  CoL" 

LANDING   OF   THE    PILGRIM    FATHERS. 

1  The  breaking  waves  dashed  high 

On  a  stern  and  rock-bound  coast. 
And  the  woods  against  a  stormy  sky 
Their  giant. branches  tossed  ; 

2  And  the  heavy  night  hung  dark 

The  hills  and  waters  o'er. 
When  a  banil  of  exiles  moored  their  bark 
On  the  wild  New  England  shore. 


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3  Not  as  the  conqueror  comos, 

Tlu'y,  tlio  inic-lifurtfd,  came  ; 
Not  with  tilt;  roll  of  the  stirrinji  dnims, 
And  the  trumpot  that  sings  of  fame  ; 

4  Not  as  the  flyin;^  come, 

In  silence  and  in  fear ; 
Th(!y  shook  the  depths  of  the  desert  gloom 
Witli  their  hynuis  of  lofty  cheer. 

5  Amid  tlie  storm  they  san<,'. 

And  the  stars  heard,  and  tlie  sea, 
And  tlie  sounding  aisles  of  the  dim  wootls  rang 
To  the  anthem  of  the  free. 

6  Tin;  ocean  eagle  soared 

From  his  lust  by  the  white  wave's  foam, 
And  the  rocking  pines  of  the  forest  roared  ; 
This  was  their  welcome  home. 

7  There  were  men  witli  hoary  hair, 

Annd  that  pilgrim  l)aiid  : 
Whv  had  they  come  to  wither  there, 
Away  from  their  childhood's  land  ? 

8  There  was  woman's  fearless  eye, 

Lit  by  her  deep  love's  truth  ; 
There  was  manliooil's  brow,  serenely  high, 
And  the  tiery  heart  of  youth. 

9  What  sought  they  thus  afar  ? 

Hright  jewels  of  the  mine  ? 
The  wealth  of  seas,  the  sjxiils  of  war? 
They  souglit  a  faith's  pure  shrine ! 
10  Aye,  call  it  holy  ground. 

The  soil  where  first  they  trml  : 
They  left  unstained  what  there  they  found : 
Freedom  to  worship  Go<i. 

ru.lL  I A  D.  nuiura. 


SONG   OF    EMIGRATION. 

1  There  was  hoard  a  song  on  the  chiming  .sea, 
A  mingled  breathing  of  grief  and  glee  ; 
Man's  voice  unbroken  by  sighs  was  there, 
Filling  with  triumpli  the  sunny  air; 

Of  fresh,  creen  lands,  and  of  piistures  new. 
It  sang,  whi.e  the  bark  through  the  surges  flew. 
But  even  and  anon, 

A  murmur  of  farewell 
Told  by  its  plaintive  tone. 

That  from  woman's  lip  it  fell. 

2  "  Away,  away,  o'er  the  foaming  main  !  " 
This  wa^  the  free  and  joyous  strain — 

"  There  are  clearer  skies  than  ours  afar. 
We  will  shape  onr  course  by  a  brightf-r  star  ; 
There  are  plains  whose  verdure  no  foot  hath  press'd 
And  whose  wealtli  is  all  for  the  first  brave  j;uesU" 
"  Hut  ahvs  !   that  we  should  go," 
Sang  the  farewell  voices  then, 
"  From  the  homestead  warm  and  low, 
By  the  brook  and  in  the  glen !  " 


3  "  We  will  rear  new  homcR,  under  trees  that  glow 
As  if  gems  were  the  fruitage  of  every  bough  ; 
O'er  our  while  wall>  we  will  train  the  vine, 
And  sit  in  its  shadow  at  day's  decline  ; 

And  watch  our  herd.-,  as  they  range  at  will 
Through  tlie  green  savanna*,  all  bright  and  still." 
"  liiit  woe  for  tiiat  sweet  shade 

Of  tlie  tlowi-rliig  orchanl-trees, 
Wlurc  lir-t  our  chihlreii  jilayed 
'Mid  the  binls  and  honey-bees  !  " 

4  "  All,  all  our  own  shall  the  forests  l)e. 
As  to  the  Ixmnd  of  the  ro<'-buck  free ! 
None  ^hall  .say,  *  Hither,  no  further  pass  !  ' 

We  will  track  each  >Xv\\  through  the  wavy  grass; 
We  will  cha.se  the  elk  in  his  8i>eed  and  might. 
And  bring  proud  s|»oils  to  the  hearth  irt  night." 
'*  ikit  oh  1  the  gray  church-tower. 

And  the  sound  of  the  Sabliatli-bell, 
And  the  shelter'd  garden-bower, 
We  have  bid  them  all  farewell  I" 

5  "  We  w  ill  give  the  names  of  our  fearless  race 
To  each  bright  river  whose  course  we  trace  ; 

We  w  ill  leave  our  memory  with  mounts  and  HtKnls, 
And  the  path  of  our  daring  in  boundless  wootls; 
And  our  wcirks  on  many  a  lake's  green  shore. 
Where  the  Indians'  graves  lay  alone,  before." 
'*  But  who  shall  teach  the  liowers 

Which  onr  children  lov'd,  to  dwell 
In  a  soil  that  is  not  ours  ? 

Home,  home  and  friends,  farewell  I  " 

MIC.    UCMXXa. 

THE   ARMY   OF   REFORM. 

1  Yes,  ye  are  few, — and  they  were  few, 

Who,  daring  storm  and  stsa. 
Once  raised  u|>oii  old  Plymouth  rock 
"  The  anthem  of  the  free." 

2  And  they  were  few  at  I>exiugton, 

To  battle,  or  to  die, — 
That  liglitning-Hash.  that  thunder-peal, 
Told  that  the  storm  was  nigh. 

3  And  they  were  few,  who  dauntless  stood 

Upon  old  Bunker's  hight. 
Anil  waged  with  Britain's  strength  and  prido 
The  tierce,  uiietpial  light. 

4  And  they  were  few,  who,  all  unawed 

By  kingly  "  rights  divine." 

The  Declaration,  rebel  scroll*, 

Uutrembliiig  dared  to  sign. 

5  Yes,  ve  are  few  ;  for  one  proud  glance 

Can  take  in  all  your  band. 
As  now  agjiinst  a  countless  host. 
Firm,  true  and  calm,  ye  stand, 

6  Unmoved  by  Folly's  iiliot  laugh. 

Hate's  curse,  or  Knvy's   frown. — 
Wearins  vour  right-*  .-us  ri>yal  nibes. 
Your  maiihmMl  a«  a  crown, — 
VltM  n<««OOT  la  to  tb«  I>9oUimUaa  o(  IiiJifjMPi.  wOm  Jnlir  Wt,  XTH, 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


7  With  oyps  whoso  jrazo,  un  vailed  by  mists, 

Still   risi's,  cli-aicr,  lii-^licr, — 
Willi  .staiiilos  hands,  and  lijjs  that  Truth 
Ilalli  touched  witli  livinjj  lire, — 

8  "With  OIK!  high  hope,  that  ever  shines 

Before  you  us  a  star, — 
One  prayer  of  faith,  one  fount  of  strength, 
A  glorious  few  ye  are  ! 

9  Ye  dare  not  fear,  ye  cannot  fail. 

Your  destiny  ye  bind 
To  tliat  sublime,  eternal  law 
Tiiat  rules  the  march  of  mind. 

10  See  yon  bold  eagle  toward  the  sun 

Now  rising  free  and  strong, 
And  see  yon  mighty  river  roU 
Its  sounding  tide  along  ! 

1 1  Ah  !  yet  near  earth  the  eagle  tires, 

Lost  in  tiie  sea,  the  river  ; 
But  naught  can  stay  tlie  human  mind,^ 
'Tis  upward,  onward,  ever! 

12  It  yet  slnill  tread  the  starlit  paths, 

By  highest  angels  trod, 
And  pause  but  at  the  farthest  world 
In  the  universe  of  God. 

13  'T  is  said  that  Persia's  baflfled  king, 

In  mad,  tyrannic  pride, 
Cast  fetters  on  the  Hellespont 
To  curb  its  swelling  tide  ; 

14  But  freedom's  own  true  spirit  heaves 

The  bosom  of  the  main  ; 
It  tossed  those  fetters  to  the  skies, 
And  boui.ded  on  again  ! 

15  The  scorn  of  each  succeeding  age 

On  Xerxes'  head  was  hurled, 
And  o'er  tiiat  foolish  deed  has  pealed 
The  long  laugh  of  a  world. 

16  Thus,  thus,  defeat  and  scorn  and  shame. 

Is  his,  who  strives  to  bind 
The  restless,  leaping  waves  of  thought, 
The  free  tide  of  the  mind. 

SAAAH  JANE  LirPINOOTT. 


THE    FIRST   THANKSGIVING    DAY,    1622 


1  "And    now,"  said  the  governor,  gazing  abroad  o'er 

neatly  piled-up  store 
Of  the  slieaves  that  dotted  the  clearings,  and  covered 

th(!  meadows  o'er, 
"  'T  is  m<i-t  that  we  render  praises  because  of  this 

yield  of  grain  ; 
'Tis  meet  that  the   Lord  of  the  harvest  be  thanked 

for  his  sun  and  rain. 


2  "  And  therefore,  I,  "William  Bradford,  (by  the  grace 

of  (lod  to-<lay. 
And  the  franchise  of  this  good  people),  governor  of 

I'lymouth,  say — 
Through  virtue  of  vested  power — ye  shall  gather  with 

one  accord, 
And  hold,  in  the  month  of  November,  thanksgiving 

unto  the  Lord. 

3  "  II(!  hath  granted  us  peace  and  plenty,  and  the  quiet 

we've  sought  so  long: 
He  hath  thwarted  the  wily  savage,  and  kept  him  from 

doing  us  wrong ; 
And  unto  our  feast  the  sachem  shall  be  bidden,  that 

he  may  know 
We  worship  liis  own  Great  Spirit  who   maketh  the 

harvests  grow. 

4  "So  shoulder  your  matchlocks,   masters  ;  there  is 

hunting  of  all  degrees  ; 
And,  (ishermen,  take  your  tackle,  and  scour  for  spoil 

the  seas  ; 
And  maidens  and  dames  of  Plymouth,  your  delicate 

crafts  employ 
To  honor  our  first  Thanksgiving,  and  make  it  a  feast 

of  joy  ! 

5  "We  fail   of  the  fruits  and  dainties  so  close  to  our 

hand  in  Devon  ; 
Ah  I  they  are  the  lightest  losses  we  suffer  for  sake  of 

Heaven  ! 
But  see  in  our  open  clearing,  how  golden  the  melons 

lie; 
Enrieli  them  wita  sweets  and  spices,  and  give  us  the 

pumpkin  pie  !  " 

6  So,  bravely  the  preparations  went  on  for  the  autumn 

feast; 
The  deer  and  the  bear  were  slaughtered ;  wild  game 

from  the  greatest  to  least 
Was    heaped    in    the  colony  cabins;  brown   home- 

bresv  served  for  wine  ; 
And  the  pluin  and  the  grape  of  the  forest,  for  orange 

and  peach  and  pine. 

7  At  length  came  the  day  appointed,  the  snow  had 

begun  to  fall. 
But  the  clang  from   the  meeting-house  belfry  rang 

merrily  out  for  all. 
And  summoned  the  folk  of  Plymouth,  who  hastened 

with  glad  accord 

To  listen  to  Elder  Brewster  as  he  fervently  thanked 

the  Lord. 

• 

8  In  his  seat  sat  Governor  Bradford  ;  men,  matrons 

and  maidens  fair ; 
Miles    Standish    and   his   soldiers,  with   corslet  and 

sword  were  there  ; 
And  sobbing  and  tears  and  gladness  had  each  in  its 

turn  the  sway. 
For  the  grave  of  the  sweet  Rose  Standish  o'ershad- 

owed  Thanksgiving  day. 


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9   Ami  wlicn  Massasoit,  tho  sachem,  sat  down  witli  liis 

IiuiiiIi'imI  bravfs. 
And  Hti!  uf  iho  varied  riches  of  garden  and  woods  and 

waves, 
And  looked  on  tho  granaried  harvest — witli   a   Idow 

on  his  brawny  iliest, 
He  Djuttered,  "  The  good  Great  Spirit  loves  his  white 

childreu  best !  " 
10  And  then,  as  tho    feast    was   ended,  with    gravt-ly 

otlicial  air, 
Tho  governor  drew  his  broadsword  from  ont  of  its 

Kcal)l)ard  tliere, 
And  smiting  the  trencher  near  him,  he  cried  in  heroic 

way, 
"  Hail,  Vie  of  tho   Pumpkin!   I   dub   thee   Princo  of 

Tlianksgiving  day  !  " 

MAim  \KET   J.    rUKHTOIC. 

glrs.  Mrlbn,  nrc  (Loppufk, 

Wubomat  St  Mlcluu'r^  Maoris'"!.  In  1821.  lu  1838  ibewMmar- 
r<<tl  to  ('.  B.  Willij- 1)(  lyiuUrillc,  Ky..  where  nJic  aftirirunU  n-al.UM. 
llcr  flrat  iiublWitil  articKi  wurc  In  tbe  L.>u1.it111l-  "  Jouriuil."  iiver  tlio 
iiAiue  of  Amelia,  and  wurv  wlilely  copied,  becoming  »>  iMtpiilar  t)iat  tho  • 
Dame  Amelia  vas  a  welci>mo  wmnd  to  all  lorera  of  poetry  and  tnu* 
fueling.  Her  rhythm,  in  which  ao  many  ezprenlng  poetical  idea«  aro 
deficient.  wb»  jh  rfi-ct.  A  Tolumo  cakllod  •'  Poems  by  Amelia,"  wa«  pub- 
lUhed  in  1846  ami  rapidly  paaaetl  through  four  eUllioua. 

THE    AMERICAN    SWORD. 

1  Sword  of  our  gallant  fathers,  defender  of  the  brave, 
Of  Washington  U|)ou  the  field  ami  Perry  on  the  wa\(',- 
Well    might  Columbia's  foenieii  beueatli    thy   dialh- 

strokes   reel ; 
For  e.ich  hanil  w;is  firm  that  drew  thee,  and  each  heart 

as  true  as  steel. 
There's  not  a  tarnish  on  thy  sheen,  a  rust  upon   thy 

blade, 
Tliough   the  noble  hands  that  drew  thee  are   in  dust 

and  ashes  laid  ; 
Thou'rt  still  the  scourge  of  tyrants,  the  safeguard  of 

the  free. 
And  may  God  desert  our  banner  when  we  surrender 

thee  ! 

2  Sword  of  a  thousand  victories  !  thy  splendors  led  tho 

way, 
"When    ouf  warriors   trod   tho   battle-field  in  terrible 

army  ; 
Thou  wert  seen  amid  the  carnage,  like  an  angel  in 

thy  wrath  ; 
The    vampiish'd    and   the   vanquisher    bestrew'd  thy 

gory  path  ; 
The  life-blood  of  the  haughty  foe  made  red  tho  slip- 
pery sod 
Where  thv  crimson  bl.ade  descended  like  the  liuhtninsr 

glance  of  (jo<1  I 
They  |)oured    their   ranks   like  autumn    leaves,   their 

life-blotwl  as  the  sea, 
lint  they  battled  for  a  tyrant — we  battled  to  be  free  ! 

3  Swonl  of  a  tlionsand  heroe,s,  how  holy  is  thy  blado. 
So  often  drawn  by  Valor's  arm,  by  gentle  Pity  staid  I 
The  w;irrior    breathes  his  vow   by  thee  and  seals  it 

with  a  kiss, 


He  never  gives  a  liolier  pledge,  he  axUs  no  more  than 

tlii.>  ; 
And  when  he  girds  thee  to  his  side  with  battle  in  his 

face. 
He  feels  within  his  single  arm  the  strength  of  all  his 

race  ; 
IIu  shriiieH  thee  in   his  noble  brea.st,  with  all   things 

bright  and  free  ! 
And  may  Gotl  desert  his  standard,  when  he  surrenders 

thee ! 

4  Sword  of  our  country's  battles  !  forever  mayst  tiiou 
prove. 

Amid  Columbia's  freemen,  the   thunderbolt  of  .love  ; 

Wliere  likt;  a  youthful  victress,  with  her  holy  Hag 
unfurl<'<l. 

She  sits  amid  the  nations,  the  empress  of  the  world. 

liehoid  the  heaven-liorn  gcxldess,  in  her  glory  and 
increase, 

Kxtending  in  her  lovely  hands  the  olive  branch  uf 
j)eace  ; 

Thy  glittering  steel  is  girdetl  on,  tho  safeguanl  of  the 
free. 

And  may  God  desert  her  standard  when  slie  surren- 
ders thee. 

AMBLIil   D.  WKLBT, 
I.onl«TiUc.  Kv..  ISM. 


ON  THE  DEATH  OF 
GENERAL  WASHINGTON. 

WHO   DKrAitTKD  TUIS   LIFE    DEC.    14,    1700. 

1  What  means  that  solemn  dirge  ih.it  ftiikos  my  ear? 
What  mean  those  mournful  sounds  —  why  fhines  tho 

tear.? 
Why  toll  the  bells  the  awful  knell  of  fate? 
All  !   why  those  fighs  that  do  my  fancy  sate? 

2  Where'er  T  turn,  the  general  gloom  appears. 
Those  mourning  badges  till  my  soul  with  fears  , 
Hark  !  Yoinler  rueful  no  I  't  is  done  I   't  is  done  ! 
TI.o  fileiit  tomb  invades  our  Wasiiin<;tox  ! 

3  ^luft  virtues  exalted,  yield  their  breath? 
Miift  bright  jHTfeetioii  find  relief  in  death? 
ISIiifl  mortal  greatness  fall?  a  glorious  ii,ame ! 
What  then  is  riches,  honor  and  true  fame? 

4  The  au^uft  chief,  the  father  and  the  friend. 
The  generous  patriot — let  the  muse  commend  ; 
Colund)ia's  glory,  and  Mount  Vernon's  pride, 
There  lies  enfhrineil  with  numlM-rs  at  his  fiilo. 

5  There  let  the  fii^h  respondent  from  the  breaft. 
Heave  in  rich  numbers  !   let  the  j;lowiiig  zest 
Of  t«'ars  refulgent  In-am  with  grateful  love; 
And  the  .sjible  mourning  our  allliction  prove. 

G  Weep  I — kindred  mortals — weep  I    nomon;  you'll  fin<l 
A  man  so  jnff,  so  pure,  so  firm  in   mind  ; 
Uejoieinjj  ,\nt;els  hail  the  he.-ivenly  sj»i:e  ! 
Celeftial  Spirits  greet  the  wonder  of  the  Age! 

A  roriu  i.«pT. 
Jaiki,  UDH 


754 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


Sanb  f  ouis:i  p. 


f  mith,  ncc  Tiichman, 


Wm  born  at  Di-trolt,  MIcli..  1811.  aii<l  ilieil  in  1832,  l>i-((>re  haTing  at- 
Ulunl  her  t»  eiity -flrst  year.  Her  niuthcr  cilucated  her  with  U-iidcr  and 
can-fill  (loTcitinii.  In  Newton,  near  Uonton.  which  was  the  old  home  of 
h.>r  luother'a  anc«»tor».  When  a  n-ry  small  cliild  she  began  to  coroiKiae 
In  Tirsc.  and  by  the  time  nhe  waa  fifteen,  lier  iincommou  taleuta  had 
made  her  unite  dixtinKui^lud  fur  »<>  youni!  ft  jH-nion.  At  sixteen  she 
was  married  to  8  J.  Sniitli  of  Proviilcncc.  U.  I.,  who  pubUahed  »  Tol- 
ume  of  lier  iKwma  soon  after  tlieir  union. 

There  was  ever  a  delicacr  and  purity  of  thought,  together  with  a 
buoyancy  of  spirit,  brtatliid  forth  in  her  articles.  Mrs.  Smith  was  very 
■cnsitivu  of  tier  own  ilelicii^nci 'S.  and  with  earnest  self-discipline,  there 
is  aiiundaiit  reason  to  sup|mmu  that  li^id  lier  life  been  spared  she  would 
Iiaro  acipiirrd  imat  eicelli'iicy  as  a  (Kietical  author.  However,  it  is  said 
her  genius  was  cot  so  Kreat  a  cliarni  ui4  hi-r  ili-ligtitful  qualities  of  tieart. 
Bhe  was  noted  for  contidini;  sincerity  of  manner,  playfulness  of  conver- 
sation rather  tlian  any  attempt  at  brilliancy:  enthusiastically  devoted 
to  those  she  loved  and  n  si>ected.  We  are  assured  that  apart  from  her 
great  beauty  and  Invelinest  of  |x:r8on,  genius  and  amiability,  there  waa 
also  in  her  character  true  piety,  so  that  we  may  well  beUeve  she  was  fit- 
ted, when  called  upward,  to  sing  among  the  heavenly  seraphs.  The 
following  poem  was  written  al>out  the  year  1829,  when  she  was  about 
nineteen  years  of  age.  It  is  considered  one  of  the  finest  aelecUoua  la 
the  Tolume  from  which  it  was  taken. 

THE    FALL    OF    WARSAW, 

1  Through  Warsaw  there  is  weeping, 

And  :i  voice  of  sorrow  now, 
For  the  hero  who  is  sleeping, 
With  death  iipoii  liis  hrow  ; 
The  triiiupet-toiie  will  waken 
No  more  liis  martial  .read, 
Nor  the  battle-ground  he  shaken, 
When  his  banner  is  outspread ! 
Now  Irt  our  hymn 

Float  through  the  aisle, 
Faintly  and  dim, 

Where  moonbeams  smile; 
Sisters,  let  our  .solemn  strain 
Breathe  a  blessing  o'er  the  slain. 

2  There's  a  voice  of  grief  in  Warsaw, 

The  mourning  of  the  brave 
O'er  the  ehieftain  who  is  gathered 

Unto  his  honon  (1  grave  ; 
Who  now  will  face  the  foeman  ? 

Who  !)i('ak  the  tyrant's  chain? 
Their  bravest  one  lies  fallen, 
And  sleeping  with  the  slain. 
Now  let  our  hymn 

Float  thiougli  the  aisle, 
Faintly  and  dim, 

Where  moonbeams  smile; 
Sisters,  let  our  dirge  be  said 
Slowly  o'er  the  sainted  dead. 
8  There's  a  voice  of  woman  weeping 
In  Warsaw  heard  to-night, 
And  eyes  clo.se  not  in  sleeping 

That  late  with  joy  were  bright; 
No  festal  torch  is  lighted. 

No  notes  of  music  swtdl ; 
Their  country's  hope  was  blighted, 
When  that  son  of  fre'edom  fell ! 


Now  let  our  hymn 

Float  through  the  ai.sle, 
Faintly  and  dim, 

Where  moonbeams  smile ; 
Sisters,  let  our  hymn  arise 
Sadly  to  the  midnight  skies ! 

And  a  voice  of  love  undj'ing. 

From  the  tomb  of  other  years. 
Like  the  west  wind's  summer  sighing, 

It  blends  with  manhood's  tears  ; 
It  whispers  not  of  glory. 

Nor  fame's  unfading  youth, 
But  lingers  o'er  a  story 
Of  young  affection's  truth. 
Now  let  our  hymn 

Float  through  the  aisle, 
Faintly  and  dim. 

Where  moonbeams  smile ; 
Sisters,  let  our  solemn  strain 
Breathe  a  blessing  o'er  the  slain. 


BARAU   LOUISA  P.  SMITH. 


INDEPENDENCE  ODE. 

Tune— ".4  mtrica." 

1  Freemen,  awake  the  song ! 
Gladly  the  strain  prolong, 

Welcome  this  day  I 
It  tells  of  glory  won. 
By  deeds  of  valor  done ; 
Shout  till  the  setting  sun 

Sheds  its  last  ray. 

2  Our  happy  land  we  sing— 
Your  joyful  tribute  bring. 

The  song  to  swell ; 
Sing  of  our  country's  worth — 
The  place  of  freedom's  birth — • 
The  noblest  spot  on  earth — 

Her  blessings  tell. 

8  Tell  how  Jehovah's  care 
Guarded  our  blessings  rare, 

Till  this  bright  hour : 
And  still  secure  from  harm, 
Held  by  His  migiity  arm. 
And  free  from  all  alarm. 

We  trust  His  power. 

4  Science  her  power  exerts. 
And  treasures  rich  imparts, 

P^nnobling  truth. 
Whence  holy  intlnence  springs. 
Upon  her  heaven-phiined  wings, 
Bright  burnished  armor  brings, 

To  guard  our  youth. 


MISCELLANEOUS  DEPARTMENT.    PATRIOTIC  POEMS  OF  THE  CIVIL  WAR. 


!}  Our  youth — our  country's  Roms — 
'I'liiir  lustn-  lirijilitly  hcuiii-', 

For  comiiij;  days  : 
Let  virtui-'s  wn-uth  be  twiiuMl 
Kouiiil  each— anil  <;vtiy  luiud 
The  lanip  of  know  led^e  liud, 

To  gild  tlieir  ways. 
C  May  blest  religion's  light, 
Uaiading,  changeless,  bright, 

Their  guide-star  be  : 
And,  as  to  agt;  they  move, 
Our  Father's  arm  of  love 
Guide  them  to  realms  above, 

Where  all  are  free. 


MIM  BTRONO. 


OUR  COUNTRY. 


1  On  primal  rocks  she  wrote  her  name  ; 

Her  towers  were  reared  on  holy  graves  ; 
The  golden  seed  that  bore  her  came 

Swift-wiuged  with  prayer  o'tr  ocean  waves. 

2  The  forest  bowed  his  solemn  crest, 

And  open  Hung  his  sylvan  doors  ; 
Meek  rivers  led   the  ap|)ointed  guest 
To  clasp  the  wide-embracing  shores  ; 

3  Till,  fold  by  fold,  the  broidered  land. 

To  swell  her  virgin  vestments,  grew, 
"While  s.iges.  strong  in  heart  and  hand, 
Ilrr  virtue's  Hery  girdle  drew. 

4  O  Kxile  of  the  wrath  of  kings  1 

O  I'ilgrim  Ark  of   LiUirly  ! 
The  refuge  of  divinest  things, 
Their  record  must  abide  in  thee ! 

5  First  in  the  glories  of  thy  front 

Let  the  crown-jewel.  Truth,  be  found  ; 
Tliy  riglit  hand  tliiig,  with  generous  wont. 
Love's  happy  chain  to  farthest  bound. 

6  Let  .Justice,  with  the  faultless  scales, 

Hold  fast  the  worship  of  thy  sons; 
Thy  Commerce  spread  her  shining  sails 
Where  uo  dark  tide  of  rapine  runs  ! 

7  So  link  thy  ways  to  those  of  God, 

So  follow  firm  the  heavenly  laws. 
That  stars  may  greet  thee,  warrior-browed. 
And  storm-sped  angels  hail  thy  c.uue  ! 

8  O  L.ind,  tlje  measure  of  our  prayers, 

Hope  of  the  world  in  grief  ami  wrong, 
IW  thine  the  tribute  of  the  years. 

The  gift  of   Faith,  the  crown  of  song! 

jri.i\  WABO  iiowB, 
In  -Tbo  AtUuUc"  1861. 

OUR  ORDERS. 

1  Weave  no  more  silks,  ye  Lyons  looms. 
To  deck  our  girN  for  gay  delii;hts  ! 
The  crimson  tlower  of  battle  blooms 
And  solemn  marched  till  the  nighu 


2  Weave  but  the  flag  whose  bars  tfwlay 

Drooped  li<'avy  o'er  our  larly  (had. 
And  homely  garments,  coarM-  and  gray, 
For  orphans  that  must  earu  ibeir  bread  I 

3  Keep  back  your  tunes,  ye  viols  hweet, 

That  pour  delight  from  other  lands! 
llouse  there  the  dancer's  reslhss  fi-et, — 
The  trumpet  leads  our  warrior  bands. 

4  And  ye  that  wage  the  war  of  wortls 

With  mystic  fame  and  subtle  power. 
Go  chatter  to  the  idle  binls, 

Or  teach  the  lesson  of  the  hour 

5  Ye  Sibyl  Arts,  in  one  stern  knot 

He  all  your  olhces  combined  1 
Stand  close,  while  Courage  draws  the  lot. 
The  destiny  of  human   kind  1 

6  And  if  that  destiny  could  tail. 

The  sun  should  darken  in  the  .-ky, 
The  eternal  bloom  of  Nature  pale. 

And  God,  and  Truth,  and  Freedom  die! 

tVUX  WAKO  UOVB, 


FOR   LIBERTY. 


1  Oh  1  sing,  ye  morning  star^.  rejoice  ; 
Y(!  hills  aiid  val.s,  lift  up  >oiir  voice. 
Ami  o'er  the  land  from  sea  to  se.-i. 

For  liberty. 
Break  forth  in  one  glad,  gl.id  refrain. 
From  hill  to  hill,  from  plain  to  plain, 
Proclaim  the  joyful  words  again. 

Our  land  is  free. 

2  Free  as  the  wild  binls  in  the  air. 
F>ee  as  the  winds,  and  none  so  fair 
As  this  dear  land  we  call  our  own. 

Without  a  throne. 
Without  th<'  jMjmp  of  court  or  king. 
Without  oppression's  rankling  sting; 
Thy  hiftiist  prais.-s  we  would  sing. 

Our  happy  home. 

S  O  land !  an  beautiful  and  free, 
O  glorious  hind  of  lilx-rty  I 
Where  all  are  princes,  none  is  king. 

Of  tln-e  we  sing. 
Father,  divine,  with  gracinns  hand 
Pour  out  Thy  blissiii[rx  on  our  laml. 
While  Fni-dom's  Im-IIs  from  strand  to  slrnnd 

Shall  gladly  ring. 

Hft  tn  M<u»f  M  »  w   rni*r». 

tram  "WondlMxl  BcboML.*  trf  m. 

C>5.|rTl(tll«d  UB*. 


756 


WO^fAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


OUR   COUNTRY. 

1  Fair  is  our  country,  tlie  lioinc  of  tlio  free, 
Iit';u'liiii<r  ill  i;raii(ii'ur  from  sea  unto  sen; 
May  liur  proud  baiuior  ne'er  trail  in  tlie  dust, 
Countryiuen,  couutrymeu,  wake  to  your  trust. 

Chorus— AVake  to  your  trust  I  wake  to  your  trust ! 

Ere  your  proud  ensij^n  shall  trail  in  the  dust; 
lliifher.  lift  higher  your  banner  unfurl(>d, 
Wave  it  uusuUied,  the  pride  of  the  world  \ 

2  Fair  is  our  country,  majestic  her  states, 
,Strett;hin<;  along  from  tlie  gulf  to  the  lakes  ; 
Bold  are  her  rivers,  her  mountains  rise  high, 
Countrymen,  proudly  her  foemen  defy. 

3  Fair  is  our  country,  tho'  darkness  and  sin 
Warn  us  of  dangers  without  and  within  ; 
Guard  lier  and  shield  her,  oh  !   heed  each  alarm, 
God  of  our  fathers,  protect  us  from  harm. 

MARIA  8TRAUB,  1878. 

Ret  to  Miusic  by  h.  w.  straub, 
From  "Woodland  Echoes,"  by  i-rof.  8.  w.  straub. 

WHAT    IS   TRUE    PATRIOTISM  ? 

Is  it  to  pass  with  deprecating  smile 

The  monster  vice  ? — to  lay  caressingly 

Our  hand  upon  his  mane,  and  place  the  mask 

Of  virtue  on  his  hideous  face  ? 

Is  it  to  shut  our  eyes,  turn  a  deaf  ear, 

And  place  a  seal  upon  our  lips,  while  sin, 

And  crime  stalk  with  unblushing  front  along 

Our  streets  ?     Is  it  with  specious  sophistry 

To  bribe  the  press  to  silence,  lest  the  pure 

Light  of  truth  reflect  disgrace  upon  our 

Homes,  and  rival  cities  triumph  ? 

Ah  no  ! 
True  patriotism  searches  out  the  dark 
Purlieus  of  vice;  beards  the  foul  monster  in 
His  den  ;  unmasks  the  hyj)ocrite,  and  holds 
Him  up  to  oblo(juy  and  shame.     With  eye 
Intent  upon  tiie  public  weal,  takes  note 
Of  deeds,  immoral  in  their  tendency. 
And  by  exposing,  checks  their  onward  march. 
It  fires  with  courage  the  unshackled  press — 
That  true  exponent  of  our  local  wrongs, 
And  guardian  of  our  rights,  to  firmly  stand. 
Unmoved  by  flattery,  uiiawed  by  frowns, — 
Virtue's  bold  chanii)ion,  whose  plain,  outspoken 
Truth  gives  tone  to  public  sentiment :  defies 
The  scorn  of  base,  time-serving  sycophants  ; 
And  from  the  good,  evokes  the  benisou  ; 
God  speed  the  patriot  press  ! 


MR.S.  E.  S-  KELLOaO. 


HIS    MOTHER'S   SONGS. 

Beneath  the  hot  mid-summer  sun 
The  men  had  marched  all  day  ; 

And  now  beside  a  rippling  stream 
Upon  the  grass  they  lay. 


2  Tiring  of  g.ames  and  idle  jests, 

As  swept  the  hours  along, 
They  called  to  one  wiio  mused  apart, 
"Come,  friend,  give  us  a  song." 

3  "  I  fear  I  cannot  please,"  he  said, 

"  The  only  songs  I  know 
Are  those  my  mother  used  to  sing 
For  me  long  years  ago." 

4  "  Sing  one  of  those,"  a  rough  voice  cried, 

"  There's  none  but  true  men  here  ; 
To  every  mother's  son  of  us 
A  mother's  songs  are  dear." 

5  Then  sweetly  rose  the  singer's  voice 

Amid  unwonted  calm, 
"  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  Cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 

6  "  And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause — " 

The  very  stream  was  stilled. 
An<l  hearts  that  never  throbbed  with  fear 
With  tender  thoughts  were  filled. 

7  Ended  the  song  ;  the  singer  said, 

As  to  his  feet  he  rose, 
"'J'hanks  to  you  all,  my  friends,  good  night, 
God  grant  us  sweet  repose." 

8  "  Sing  us  one  more,"  the  captain  begged  ; 

The  soldier  bent  his  head  ; 
Then  glancing  'round,  with  smiling  lips, 
"  You'll  join  with  me,"  he  said. 

9  "  We'll  sing  this  old  familiar  air, 

Sweet  as  the  bugle  call, 
'  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall.'  " 

10  Ah  !  wondrous  was  the  old  tune's  spell 

As  on  the  singer  sang  : 
Man  after  man  fell  into  line. 
And  loud  the  voices  rang. 

11  The  songs  are  done,  the  camp  is  still, 

Naught  but  the  stream  is  heard  ; 
But  ah  !  the  depths  of  every  soul 
By  those  old  hymns  are  stirred. 

12  And  up  from  many  a  bearded  lip. 

In  whispers  soft  and  low, 
Rises  the  prayer  the  mother  taught 
The  boy  long  years  ago. 


In 


MRS,    E,    V.   WILSOJJ. 

"Chicago  luter-Ocean." 


LEFT   ON    THE    BATTLE-FIELD. 

What,  was  it  a  dream  ?  Am  I  all  alone 

In  the  dreary  night  and  tiie  drizzling  rain  ? 
Hist  I — ah  I  it  was  only  the  river's  moan  ; 

They  have  left  me  behind  with  the  mangled  slain. 
Yes,  now  I  remember  it  all  too  well ! 

We  met,  from  the  battling  ranks  apart ; 
Together  our  weapons  flashed  and  fell, 

And  mine  was  sheathed  in  his  quivering  heart 


MISCKLLAXKOl/S  DFPARTMKyT.     PATKIOTIC  POEMS  OF  THE  CIVIL   WAR. 


8  In  tlio  ryprr\-;s  ijloom,  wlioro  tlio  deed  was  done, 
It  was  all  too  dark  to  tioi;  his  face; 
But  I  licanl  his  (Kath-i:n)an.s,  one  l)v  one, 
And  ho  holds  uio  slill  in  a  eold  einhrueo. 

4  IIo  spoke  but  once,  and  I  could  not  h.ar 

Ihe  words  lie  said,  for  tlie  cannon'H   roar; 

But  my  Iifart  <;rew  coM  with  a  deadly  fear, 

O  Go<l !  I  had  heard  that  voiee  before  ! 

5  Ilail  heard  it  btforc;  at  our  mother's  knee, 

\\  Inn  we  lisped  the  words  of  our  evening  prayer  1 

My  brother!  would  1  had  died  for  thee, " 

This  burden  is  more  than  my  soul  can  b«'ar ! 

6  I  pressed  my  lips  to  liis  dealh-c-old  ehei  k. 

And  b<i:i,'ed  him  to  show  me,  by  word  or  .sii,'ii. 
That  he  knew  and  for^'ave  me  :  he  eoidd  not  speak, 
lUit  lie  nestled  his  poor  eold  face  to  mine. 

7  The  blood  flowed  fast  from  my  wounded  side, 

And  then  for  a  while  I  for^^'ot  mv  pain, 
And  over  the  lakelet  we  seennul  to'glido 
In  our  little  boat,  two  boys  a^iin. 

8  And  then,  in  my  dream,  we  sto<Ml  alone 

On  a  forest  path  where  the  shadows  fell  ; 
And  I  heard  ai:ain  the  trennilous  tone, 

And  the  tentler  words  of  his  last  farewell. 

9  r>nt  that  partiuij  was  years,  lonij  years  a-'o. 

He  wandered  away  to  a  foreign  land  ; 
And  our  dear  old  mother  will  nt>ver  know 
That  ho  died  tonight  by  his  brother's  hand. 
**•••'••♦## 
]•>    The  soldiers  who  buried  the  dead  awav 

I)isturl)ed  not  the  elasp  of  that  lastembrace. 
But  laiil  them  to  sleep  till  the  jn.lgment-<lay. 
Heart  folded  to  heart,  and  face  to  face.   ". 

■AHAH    T,  luiLTiiy. 


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THE    PICKET-GUARD. 


a-(kl  Xpn  Tiffrs. 


During  the  Utc  wu.  It  wm  cnmmnn  In  news  de^patche*  of  1861,  to 
«»d:   -  "All  .(iiirt itlniig  the  Pnt.iin«c"  until  the  phruw  b.rcame  mic  of 
tbo  imwt  fr.-.,„.i,t.     I„  "Harper-.  Weeklj."  of  that  rear  the   following 
poem    finit  nmilr  iu    apiHarBiwc,   and  eTrrjr  Jnunial   in   the  lai.ilre- 
puhlUh.sl  It.     There  are  nianjr  liirinK  jr.t,  b..th  Xnrth    and  South.  wh<»o 
hiauto  will  Ihn.b  with  a  mm  rapid  pulntlon  when   they  rea-l  anew  the 
old  familiar  f|n..utl.in  and  the  prn-m  It  Innpired.  entltleil  "The  Picket 
tiiianl."    She  flmt  i.nlili«l.«l  it  under  the  initial*  •■  E.  B."    Th«»o  wen 
»o.in  l,»t  night  of,  and   the  p«.Mn    hrramc  a  waif.     After  awhile   annio 
Journal   gave  it  a  name,  U.  which  it  ha<l   no  right     Olhen  cUlme.1   It. 
The  I..indon  "Tinn  »"  aaid  it  wan  written  hj  a  fonfisU-ralo    m.Idier  who 
di.sl  on  th.'  Piitonwc     Thii  waa  corrccte.!  hj  a  x*im   In    America,  de- 
oUring  that  the  Potomac  renc*  were  cxmprMeil  bj  a  private  aoldirr  in 
the  I'nion  XTTic^-,   In  a  letter  icnt  home   U>  hU  wife,   ami   puM.abi-l. 
Another  amrrie<l  that  Fritz  , fame*  O'liricn  waa  the  author.     At  laxt  iii 
IfSa.  "Hurpini  Weekly"  n.ttled  the  .ineKllon  br  pi.^lainiing  that  It  waj 
written  by  a  lady  Unf  lU  oobinin*.  and  waa  ropyrishte.!  pniperty,     Kren 
after  thi»,  the  iwwm  <lrirte<l  Into  compilatiniui  of  war  poc'nw,    unJtuUy 
crmllt<sl  to  men  of  known   ability  in  that  lino,  MimetUnes  claim<sl  a«  a 
Southern   pr.«Iuclion.  and  again  a  North.TTi.     The    "  Library  nf  .s..ug  - 
•Uri)>'it«<<I  it  to  \\r».   (lowland.     In  a  leitiT  to  a  friend  Mr*  n.-er«  wt* 
"The  i»«.r  waif  h.w  luut  lui  nuuiy  oUimanU  and  aponaonk  I  •imoiimr, 
almost  i|Ue«tloii  mymlf.  whrcher  I  really  .(../  write  it.  or  dream   »i.  lliat 
eool  autumn  ne-rning.  after  iie<-lug  in  the  papt-rthone  oft  rea4l  anooauca- 
neuU    •  All  nukt  along  the  Potoamo'  and  "A  Pteket  Shot '  - 


1    "  All  quiet  along  the  I'ofofnac,"  they  say, 
'•  K.xcept  now  and  then  a  stray  picket  ' 
Js  shot,  as  he  walks  on  his  lM-at,'to  and  fro, 

By  a  rilleman  hid  in  the  thicket. 
'T  is  nothing;  a  private  or  two,  now  an.l  then, 

\S  ill  not  count  in  the  n<-W8  of  the  battle  ; 
Not  an  oliieer  lost,— only  one  of  th.;  men, 
Mo.ming  out,  all  alone,  the  death-rattle.'" 
2  All  ipiiet  along  the  I'otomac  to-night. 

Where  the  soldi.Ts  lie  p-.-tcefnlTy  dreaniiii"  • 
Their  tent,s  in  the  rays  of  the  clear  autumn  nic^.n. 

Or  the  light  of  the  watch-fires,  are  gleaniin" 
A  tremulous  sigh,  as  th.-  gentle  night-wind      " 

through  the  forest  leaves  softly  is  creepi 

AV  hde  sUirs  up  al>ovc,  with  their  glitteriii"  e^es 

Keep  guard,— for  the  army  is  sleej.ing."    '      ' 

3  Tlierc's  only  the  sound  of  tlie  lone  sentry's  Iread 

As  he  tramps  from  the  rock  to  the  fountain 

And  he  thinks  of  the  two  in  the  low  trundh-lK-d 

Far  away  in  the  cot  on  the  mountain.  ' 

His  musket  falls  slack  ;  his  face,  .lark  an.l  grii.H 

t.rows  gentle  with  memories  tender,   ' 
As  he  mutters  a  prayer  for  the  chil.lrcn  asleep 
hoT  their  mother,— may  Heaven  defen.l  her! 
4  The  moon  seems  to  shine  just  as  brightly  as  then 
That  night  wh.n  the  love  v.-t  unsI"K,k."-n 
L.>ape<l  up  to  his  lips— when  low,  muriuure<l  vows 

Mere  i>l.dged  to  Ir-  ever  unbroken; 
Th.-n  dniwing  his  sL-eve  roughly  ov.r  his  eyes, 

Jle  dashes  off  tears  that  are  w.lling, 
An.l  gathers  his  gun  clos.-r  up  to  its  place, 
-Vs  if  to  ke.p  down  the  heart-swellin". 
5   He  passes  the  fountain,  the  bhistefl  pine-tree,— 
1  he  foolst.p  is  lagginjj  an.l  weary  ; 
Y.'t  onwanl  he  goes,  through  the  bro.ad  belt  of  HehL 

I  owar.1  the  sha.h-s  of  the  for.-st  so  dreary. 
Hark:  was  it  th..  night-win.l  that  rusll.-.l  ih,'.  leaves? 

>Nas  it  moonlight  so  w.Mi.lroiisJv  flashin-'  ' 
It  l.H.k..I  lik.-  a  lille  ;    ••  Ha  :  Marv.  g.^^fby.'  " 
An.l  the  lif.-bl.KKl  is  ebbing  an.f  plashing. 
''>  All  .pii.t  along  the  Potom.ic  to-night. 
No  somi.l  sav.-  th.-  rush  of  the  river  • 
Whil,.  .soft  falls  the  .lew  on  th,-  fac«  of 'l|,e  dead  — 
1  he  picket's  off  duty  forever. 

■M    CniU.  LTIl*   aa.-^ 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


HYMN    FOR   A    FLAG  RAISING. 

1  Ciod  of  our  patriotic  sires, 
(Jiianling  our  frtfiloui's  altar-fires,- 
Wliose  ever-growiug  hrat  inspires 

'i'lie  lift'-blood  in  eacli  vein, 
TcHJay  this  flag  we  raise  on  high, 
And  swear,  beneath  tiie  eternal  sky, 
For  it  to  live,  for  it  to  die — 

Its  houor  tu  maintain. 

2  O'er  many  a  well-fought  battle-plain. 
Where  from  the  hero's  quivering  vein 
The  glowing  blood  was  poured  like  rain, 

This  banner   proudly  waved  ; 
And,  'mid  the  cannon's  thunderous  boom, 
Amid  the  war  smoke's  hovering  gloom. 
It  shed  its  glorious  light  and  bloom. 

Until  the  field  was  saved. 

3  In  every  breeze  its  folds  have  curled, 
Its  stars  have  lighted  all  the  world 
Since  first  it  proudly  was  unfurled. 

The  ensign  of  the  free  ; 
And  now,  anii<l  the  song  and  prayer. 
With  hands  to  do  and  hearts  to  dare, 
W^e  proudly  fling  it  to  the  air. 

And  trust,  O  God,  to  Thee. 
3  We  trust  to  Thee,  0  Freedom's  sire ! 
Each  nerve  and  throbbing  vein  inspire, 
Each  heart  with  holy  ardor  fire, 

As  here  we  swear  again, 
While  waves  our  flag  triumphantly. 
For  it  to  live,  for  it  to  die ; 
And  though  the  myriad  hosts  defy, 

Its  honor  to  mainUiiu. 

MRS.  8.  If.   I.  BENSr,  1862. 


Irs.  lulia  M:irb  |ol»e 


Wm  born  in  Bowling  Green,  New  York  City,  in  1819.  Her  early 
years  showed  unusuitl  talent  for  writing  both  in  prose  and  verse.  Her 
youngest  sister  pn-serves  among  her  most  cherifihed  treasures,  a  meri- 
torious poem  written  by  Mrs.  Howe  at  the  age  of  sixteen  years,  and 
entitled  "The  ni-cut  Mantle."  At  seventeen  she  was  a  valued  con- 
tributor to  the  "  New  York  Magazine."  then  a  leading  perio<lica.l. 

She  early  developed  a  decided  musical  talent.  Her  instructors  were 
■o  impressed  with  her  genius  for  musical  composition, that  she  was  urged 
to  devote  the  greater  part  of  her  time  to  it 

Gifted  with  a  fine  voice  and  dramatic  iKiwer.  she  took  a  high  rank 
among  the  anukteurs  of  her  time.  Her  father,  being  a  man  of  wealth 
and  culture,  drew  into  the  home  the  most  eminent  musicians  and  litei~ 
ary  connoisseurs,  so  tliat  Mrs.  Howe,  in  those  early  days,  had  every 
advantage  for  self  improvement.  Had  more  time  been  at  her  disposal, 
she  doubtless  would  liave  composed  much  music  forpublication.  What 
•be  has  brought  forth  has  been  of  a  liigh  order.  In  1S43  she  was  mar- 
ried to  Dr.  Samuel  Howe,  one  of  thcr  mo-rt  promlneutof  reformers  who 
have  won  for  Massachusetts  the  place  she  has  held  undisputed,  until 
lately,  of  "leadership  In  the  thought  and  progress  of  the  nation."  While 
abnta^l,  a  year  or  two  lat<T,  the  crown  of  motherhood  was  laid  niion  her 
brow.  Her  infant  daughter  was  christened  Julia  Romana  in  remem- 
brsnon  of  her  birth  in  R<ime.  After  returning  to  America,  she  puV 
llshed  her  first  volume  of  poems  in  1854.  culled  "  Passion  Flowers  " 
Tliough  publlaliwl  auonynmusly.  the  universal  verdict  was  tliat  no  one 
in  B'wt'iii  llier  re«ideiicel  could  lukve  written  it,  and  it  won  for  bur  groat, 
though  unsought,  reputation. 


She  became  much  Interested  In  the  Slavery  question,  and  In  1855,  pnl>- 
Ilshed  "Words  for  the  Hour,"—  another  volume  of  poems.  But  it  re- 
mained for  her  "IJattle-IIymn  of  the  Republic,"  inspired  during  the  late 
war,  to  gain  her  a  world-wide  fame. 

Of  this,  her  biographer  in  "Our  Famous  Women."  says :  — "WTien  our 
land  was  stuincd  with  the  blood  of  its  defenders,  and  the  war-bugles 
rang  through  the  country,  her  voice  took  up  the  crj'  and  echoed  l)ack  a 
war  iiajan,  grand  enough  for  the  march  of  the  Republic  to  its  greatest 
con<iue8t,  the  victory  of  self."  It  has  been  unjustly  attributed  by  some  to 
ChapUiin  McCabe,  because  he  sang  it  so  frequently  after  it  came  out, 
while  he  was  doing  noble  work  among  the  boys  in  blue.  Here  is  the  cir- 
cumstance which  inspired  the  writing  of  it  In  comiiany  with  her  hus- 
band and  a  party  of  ladies  and  gentlemen,  she  made  a  memorable  visit  to 
the  capital  of  the  United  States  during  the  war.  In  company  with 
friends  at  a  review  of  troops,  an  interruption  was  caused  by  movements 
from  the  enemy.  Reinforcements  were  sent  to  a  party  of  oo'.d  ers  that 
had  been  surrounded,  and  the  review  was  abandoned  for  the  day.  The 
carriage  containing  Mrs.  Howe  and  friends  moved  slowly  along,  sur- 
rounded by  armed  men.  Among  other  things  she  sang  the  "John 
Brown  .Song  "  in  her  rich,  melodious  voice,  which  much  pleased  and 
Inspired  her  hearers.  She  then  expressed  a  desire  to  write  better  words 
for  that  soul-stirring  ttme,  remarking  that  she  feared  she  would  never 
be  able  to  accomplish  it.  • 

She  retired  to  rest  that  night  full  of  thoughts  of  battle,  and  awaking 
In  the  gray  dawn  next  muruing.  she  sprang  from  her  bed,  seized  her  pen 
and  paper,  ai;d  in  a  few  moments  the  "  Battle  Hymn  of  the  Rcpubhc" 
was  completed.  As  she  finished  it  she  exclaimed  :  "  I  like  that  Iwtter 
than  anything  I  liave  ever  written."  "  Later  LjTics."  a  volume  of 
poems,  was  published  in  1866.  Those  which  relate  to  her  little  boy's 
death  are  very  tender  and  pathetic.  She  still  resides  in  Boston,  and 
BtiU  does  valuable  Uterary  work.  Mrs.  Howe  had  the  honor  of  being 
appointed  National  Sui>erintendent  of  the  Woman's  Dei)artment  in  the 
New  Orlean's  Exposition,  which  continued  from  Dec.  1884  to  May  1885, 
inclusive. 


BATTLE-HYMN    OF   THE    REPUBLIC. 

The  following  was  frequently  sung  by  Chaplain  C.  C.  McCabe,  while  a 
prisoner  in  Libby,  after  hearing  Old  Ben  (the  olorod  pai>er-»eller  in 
Bicbmondl  cry  out :  "  Great  news  by  telegraph  !  Great  battle  at  Gettys- 
bury  !  Union  soldiers  gain  de  day  !"  Upon  hearing  such  glorious  news. 
Chaplain  McCabe  sung  this  soul-stirring  hj-mn,  all  the  pri-soners  joining 
him  heartily  in  the  chorus,  making  the  old  prison-walls  ring  with  "  Glory, 
glory,  hallelujah  I " 

1  Mine  eyes  have  seen  the  glory  of  the  coming  of  the 

Lord ; 
He  is  trampling  out  the  vintage  where  the  grapes  of 

wrath  are  stored  ; 
He  hath  loosed  the  fateful  lightning  of  His  terrible 

quick  sword : 
His  truth  is  marching  on. 
Chorus — Glory,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 

2  I  have  seen  Him  in  the  watch-fires  of  a  hundred  cir- 

cling cainjis  ; 
They  have  builded  Him  an  altar  in  the  evening  dews 

and  damps ; 
I  have  read  His  righteous  sentence  by  the  dim  and 

flaring  lamps  : 
His  day  is  marching  on. 

3  I  have  read  a  fiery  gospel,  writ  in  burnjshed  rows  of 

steel, 
"As  ye  deal  with  my  contemners,  so  with  you  my 

grace  shall  deal ; 
Let  the  Hero,  born  of  woman,  crush  the  serpent  with 

his  heel, 
Since  God  is  marching  on." 


MISCELLANEOUS  DEPARTM EST.    PATRIOTIC  TOEMH.     OTHER  LAXDS. 


7r,9 


4  He  has  .sounded  forth  the  trumpet  that  sha  1  never  call 

retreat  ; 
He  is  sifting  out  the  hearts  of  men  before  His  jud<j- 

meiit-scat ; 
Oh  !   be  swift,  my  soul,  to  answer  Hiui !  be  jubilant, 

my  ft'ft : 
Our  (jotl  is  marching  on. 

5  In  tlic  beauty  of  the  lilies  Christ  was  bom  across  the 

sea. 
With  a  glory  in  His  bosom  that  transfigures  you  and 

me  ; 
As  He  (lied  to  make  men  holy,  let  us  die  to  make  men 

free, 
"While  God  is  marching  on. 

tVUA  WARD  UOWE,   1863. 


THE    DAY   OF   EMANCIPATION. 


JAJiUAKY    1,    1S<J3. 

1  Dawning  at  last !  the  morning  sun  is  beaming, 

(Jlatl  and  expectant,  o'er  the  j'astern  hill  ; 
Dawning  at  last  I  adowii  tlie  hill-side  streaming. 
Until  the  sjilcndor  all  the  vale  doth  till. 

2  Dawning  at  last!  through  flame  and  smoke  of  battle, 

O'er  faces  pallid  as  their  hv(\  of  snow  ; 
Dawning  at  last!  O  day  whose  earlier  dawning 
Had  saved  our  land  these  tears  and  weeds  of  woe. 

3  O'er  trodden  field  and  ruined  home  and  city, 

O'er  wliitcning  l)ones  and  hearts  hen-ft  and  sad, 
Scenes  over  which  the  angels  weep  in  pity, 
Thy  sunlight  falleth  beautiful  and  glad. 

4  Aye,  beautiful  o'er  yonder  hut  thy  dawning, 

Heside  whose  door  a  dark-browc<l  infant  plays. 
There's  freetlom  for  the  child  this  New-Year's  mom- 

A  crown  of  manhood  woven  from  ita  rays. 

5  Freedom  for  child  and  sire  through  all  the  nation, 

Freedom  to  Im;  a  man  and  claim  liis  own — 
To  claim  the  soul  for  which  Christ  maile  oiilation. 
His  own  right  hand,  his  wife,  his  child,  his  liome. 

6  Ah  !  precious  bloo<l  of  father,  friend,  and  brother. 

That   stained  the    flowers   on    many    a    Southern 
plain  ! 
Ah !  bitter  tears  of  sister,  wife,  and  mother, 
So  .sadly  shed  1  ye  were  not  sheil  in  vain. 

7  For  lo !  from  out  this  river  of  liaplism 

A  nation  <-onies,  regenerate  and  j»nre. 
Tin-  buried  nianho'xl  of  a  race  lialh  risen. 

To  sit  with  men  and  Uuil,  eternal  and  secure. 

MIU.  ■.   M.   I.   U  (>■•«,  UK, 


GORDON. 


A   RECfTATION    rOB   B0V8. 

1  A  sound  from  the  desert ! 

A  shout  from  the  wall  ! 
Like  arrows  the  rays 

Of  the  southern  sun  fall. 
'T  is  the  cry  of  the  lion. 

The  growl  of  his  mate, 
'T  is  the  prayer  of  the  hero, 

That  faces  hi-i  fate, 
liut  his  fluty  is  done. 

2  Why  tarries  the  flag 

Of  the  red-cross  afar? 
Why  sleep  in  the  harliors 

Tlie  «lread  ships  of  war? 
Great  Kngland  sit.s  silent, 

I'nanswering,  dumb. 
Her  hero  sees  plainly 

His  death-hour  has  come. 
But  his  duty  is  done. 

3  The  flash  of  the  bullet. 

The  shell's  whizzing  scream,— 
If  they  IioikhI  to  the  lu.st. 

The  hope  was  a  dream. 
For  nearer  ami  nearer 

The  death-lions  crept. 
The  hero's  .soul  blenched  not 

As  round  him  they  iiwept. 
For  his  duty  was  done. 

4  Tlie  eyes  grow  dim.  watching 

Th'  horizon's  far  line; 
No  Hrilish  cheers  waken, 

No  kiyonets  shine. 
On  pressed  Kl  Mahdi — 

There's  treachery  here; 
Uncon<|uered.  undaunted. 

He  faces  death's  spear. 
And  his  duty  is  done. 

5  O  life  of  the  hero  ! 

()  death  of  the  brave! 
Unforgotfen,  go  down 

To  thy  lone,  desert  grave. 
For  many  a  life 

lU-  thy  liirhtning,  alight, 
Sh.ill  imrn  up  for  otlien* 

And  tla-.li  through  death's  night. 
With  il«  duty  all  <loue. 

Bixm  MrmBAT. 

8L  Hala^  a  C.  UM. 


760 


WOMAy  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


RIENZrS    ADDRESS   TO   THE    ROMANS. 


1  I  come  not  here  to  talk.  You  know  too  well 
The  story  of  our  thraldom.  We  are  slaves ! 
The  hrijiht  sun  rises  to  his  course  and  lijrlits 

A  race  of  slaves  I      He  sets,  and  his  last  beams 

Fall  on  a  slavt; ;  not  sntdi  as  swept  alonij 

By  the  full  tide  of  power,  the  conqu'ror  led 

To  criuKon  <;l<)ry  and  undyinij  fame  : 

But  base,  ij^nolile  slaves  ;   slaves  to  a  horde 

Of  petty  tyrants,  feudal  despots,  lords, 

Hich  in  some  dozen  paltry  villages  ; 

Strong  in  some  hundred  spearmen  ;  only  great 

In  that  strange  spell — a  name. 

2  Each  hour,  dark  fraud, 

Or  open  rapine,  or  protected  murder, 

Cries  out  against  them.     But  this  very  day 

An  honest  man,  my  neighbor, — there  he  stands, — 

W;is  struck,  struck  like  a  dog,  by  one  who  wore 

The  badge  of  Ursini ;  because,  forsooth, 

He  toss'd  not  high  his  ready  ca|)  in  air. 

Nor  lifted  up  his  voice  in  servile  shouts. 

At  sight  of  that  great  rufhan  !     Be  we  men. 

And  suffer  such  dishonor  ?  men,  and  wash  not 

The  stain  away  in  blood?    Such  shames  are  common. 

1  have  known  deeper  wrongs  ;   I  that  speak  to  ye, 

I  had  a  brother  once — a  gracious  boy. 

Full  of  gentleness,  of  calmest  hope, 

Of  sweet  and  quiet  joy, — there  was  the  look 

Of  heaven  upon  his  face,  which  limners  give 

To  the  belov'd  disciple. 

3  How  I  lov'd 

That  gracious  boy  ! "   Younger  by  fifteen  years, 
Brother  at  once,  and  son  !     He  left  my  side, 
A  summer  bloom  on  his  fair  cheek  ;  a  smile 
Parting  his  innocent  lips.     In  one  short  hour 
That  pretty,  harmless  boy  was  slain  !     I  saw 
The  corse,  the  mangled  corse,  and  then  I  cried 
For    vengeance  !       Rouse,  ye    Romans !    rouse,   ye 

slaves ! 
Have  ye  brave  sons  ?     Look  in  the  next  fierce  brawl 
To  s(;e  them  die.      Have  ye  fair  daughters  ?     Look 
To  see  them  live,  torn  from  your  arms,  distaiu'd, 
Disiionor'd  ;  and  if  ye  dare  call  for  justice, 
Be  answered  by  the  lash. 

4  Yet  this  is  Rome, 

That  sat  on  her  seven  hills,  and,  from  her  throne 
Of  beauty,  ruled  thj  world;  and  we  are  Romans! 
Why,  in  that  elder  day.  to  be  a  Roman 
Was  greater  than  a  king  ! 

5  And  once  again, — 

Hear  me,  ye  walls,  that  echoed  to  the  tread 
Of  citlier  Brutus  I     Once  again,  I  swear, 
The  eternal  city  shall  be  free. 

MARV  Bl'SHELL    MirroRD. 


ABRAHAM    LINCOLN. 

SONNET.      (an   ACKOSTIC.) 

Angel  of  Freedom  !     Power  to  all  the  race 

Beneficent ;  one  whose  aspiring  soul, 

Radiant  and  pure,  strained  for  the  highest  goal ; 

A  spirit  steadfast,  stern,  yet  full  of  grace. 

He  never  turned  away  his  heart  and  face 

As  he  pressed  on  to  fill  life's  noblest  roll, 

Martyr  and  patriot.     AVe  in  history's  scroll 

Like  his  another  name  may  never  trace. 

In  him  what  strength  of  faith  from  duties  done; 

JS'or  fear  of  death  nor  danger  made  him  pause, 

Child  of  our  country,  proud  Columbia's  son, 

O  best  of  all,  champion  of  free<lom's  cause  I 

Light  unto  thousands  bringing.     Fame  thus  won 

Ne'er  fails  to  gain  and  hold  the  world's  applause. 

fLORKNCK  M.   BOLBROOK. 

In  the  "Iiiter-OceaD." 

Clucago.  May  30. 

^861-1865. 

1  The  cry  for  "  Freedom  "  or  for  "  Death  '  resounds, 

From  frozen  lake  to  Mississippi's  mouth  : 
The  rugged  mind  of  Lincoln  guides  the  North, 
The  gray-eyed  eagle  Davis  leads  the  South. 

2  On,  on  they  come  !  the  while  the  scythe  of  gray 

Sweeps  low  the  lines  of  blue,  like  autumn  leaves, 
The  eager  mouths  of  earth  quaff  deep  of  gon; ; 
The  granaries  of  Death  heap  high  with  sheaves. 

3  Steel  clashes  steel !  and  now  the  two-fold  cry 

Bursts  from  the  stern  lips  of  the  nation's  head. 

The  patriot's  cry  for  '*  Union,"  "  Freedom,"  rings 

Through  all  the  land,  and  echoes  'mid  the  dead. 

4  And  patriotism  swells  the  surging  tide, 

AVith  mighty  hosts  unnumbered  as  the  stars — 
"Our  country  "  stirs  the  patriot  of  the  North, 
And  nerves  his  sinews  for  the  "  War  of  Wars !  " 

5  On  I  on  !  and  now  the  banners  of  the  South 

Bend  low  to  meet  the  kiss  the  dying  give  ; 
The  South  yields  to  the  hosts — her  cause  is  lost — 

Yet,  though  subdued,  her  truth  and  honor  live  ! 
G  Now  Lincoln's  hand  has  caught  the  Union  fiag, 

And  firmly  nailed  it  to  the  ship  of  State  ; 
He  stands  to  pilot  her  into  the  port — 

To  sternly  meet  the  stern  decree  of  fate. 

7  And  now  a  horror  falls  upon  the  land, 

The  pulses  of  the  North  beat  wild  and  high  ; 
The  weary  Southland  sees  her  last  hope  fade. 
And,  with  the  dream  of  Lincoln,  droop  and  die. 

8  'T  is  finished  !  aye,  the  daring  mission's  filled  ! 

The  grasp  of  Death  rests  on  the  iron  hand 
That  laid  the  Southern  banner  in  its  shroud. 

And  fiung  the  "  Stars  and  Stripes  "  o'er  all  the 
land. 


From  "Ad  Album  of  ImmorttUe*.' 


VIRGINIA   A.   FRA7.IER. 
By  per.  O.  H  OWroyd, 

Mimi.lus.'  138S. 


MISCELLANEOUS  DEPARTMENT.     OUR  MARTYRED  DEAD.     LINCOLN.    GARFIELD. 


rci 


APRIL   15.    1S65. 

Tlio   waj'    was  long  and  cheerless, 

Hut  (lawn  succeeded  uiglit; 
That,  soul,  so  brave  and  fearless, 

Dwells  evermore  in  light! 
No  shadows  dim  his  glory. 

Our  hearts  his  |)raise  resound, 
And  history  tells  his  story, — 

Our  nation's  king  is  crowned  ! 

80PHII  B.   KAHTMAN. 

Houth  Hwlley,  lliS3. 

Ill  "  An  Album  of  Immortellei."    Bjr  prr.  O.  H.  Oldruyd. 

LINCOLN,    THE    EMANCIPATOR. 

Born  to  a  destiny  the  most  sublime 

Thou  wert,  O  Lincoln  !      In  the  march  of  time 

God  l)ade  theo  i)ause. — and  bid  the  oppressed  go  free  I 

Most  glorious  boon  given  to  liumanitv! 

Thou  utterest  the  word,  ami  Freedom  fair 

Kang  iier  sweet  bells  on  the  clear  winter  air. 

She  waved  her  magic  wand,  and  lo  !  from  far 

A  long  procession  came,  witli  many  a  sear, — 

A  Race  set  free  !     The  deed  brought  joy  and  light; 

It  baile  calm  .Justice,  from  her  sacred  iuight. 

When  faitli,  and  hope,  and  courage  slowly  waned, 

Unfurl  tlie  stars  and  stripes,  at  last,  unstained! 

Thy  crown  most  glorious  in  a  ransomed  Race  ! 

High  on  our  country's  scroll  we  fondly  trace. 

In  lines  of  fadeless  light  tliat  softly  blend, — 

Emancipator,  hero,  martyr,  friend  ! 

While  Freedom  may  her  holy  scepter  claim. 

The  world  shall  echo  with  '•  Our  i^iucolu's  "  name. 

CORDELIA   RAY. 

OUR    MARTYRED    PRESIDENT 

SUOOESTKD  BY  THE  DEDICATION    OF  THK    NATIONAI,   LI.V- 
COI.N   MONUMENT,    AT   SPniNOKIEI-D,    ILL., 

October  1."),  \^~\. 

1  Mourn  for  the  cliief  of  the  nation,  who  perished 

Hy  the  assassin's  demoniac  hand; 
One    whom     we    liad    chosen,    and    honored,     and 
cherished. 
Whose  blood  scaled  the  clasp  o'er  Columbia's  land. 

2  Praise — for  oppression  is  banished  forever, 

Iler  dark  reign  is  over  from  river  to  sea; 
In  trutli  and  in  sjiirit,  as  now,  sang  we  never, 

'•Of  the   land  of  tiie  brave,  and   the  home  of  the 
free." 

3  Our  God.  who  in  wisdom  the  dark  strife  permifte<l, 

Tliough  the  Iww  was  obscured  in  the  mitlst  of  tlio 
storm. 
Now  war-clouds  are  broken,  and  vengeance  requited. 
Shows   the   wonders  He  worketii.  Ilis  will    to   jM>r- 
form. 

4  Then  bo.ist  not  of  conquest,  or  wisdom  ;   but  di  Ird, 

In  contrite  submission  and  penitence  Iniwed, 
Give  th:iiik>  to  the  Lord,  wlio  our  .irniiis  IimiIi  gniilid  : 
For  "Why  shoidd  the  spirit  of  mor(alH  !>,•  proud  ?" 


5  Yet  long  as  our  banner  shall  wave  in  her  bonuty, 

As  long  as  we  sing  of  tlie  red,  white  and  blue, 
Columbia  will  honor  in  j)leasure  and  duty 

The  memory  of  Lincoln,  brave,  honest  uiid  true. 

6  Assembled  to-<lay  arc  the  pride  of  the  nation. 

Surrounding  tiie  s|)Ot  where  Ids  hallowed  dust  lies, 
R»!viewing  his  service  in  gramle^t  oration, 
Recording  his  virtues  in  luliiest  praise. 

7  Though  granite    and  bronze   tower  high   where  he 

sleej)8, 
A  nation's  bereavement  and  grief  to  proolaim, 
More  lasting  and  precious  the  love-Iight  that  kee|)« 
Enshrined  in  the  hearts  of  the  jM-ople  his  name. 

LCl'Y   II.    WAlllll!<iiT<lM, 

From  "Eohooi  of  Soot,"  pub.  bjr  Bbt.  E.  8.  Walker.  Sprlncacld.  lU. 


'NON    OMNIS    MORIAR.- 

"  I  h»vp  complvU-d  «  mnnumcnt  more  Untliif  than  brmM,  aod  mof* 
(ubliiiir  than  Uio  rrcal  vlrTatlnn  nf  i.yramldi.  wliicb  Dcither  Uic  wmatlnc 
ihowt'T.  tbo  unaTaillnf  north  viuJ.  nor  au  iunumcrablr  ■nrr«iliin  o( 
jean,  and  the  flight  nf  Muont,  thall  >>e  able  t<i  clttnoUih." 

"  I  •hall  not  whoUr  die,  but  a  great  partuf  loc  ikall  eackpe  LiMUiM.' 
— "  Thirtieth  Ode  of  Horaoa  "  Book  IIL 

Ah  !  Horace  died,  just  as  the  morning  sky 

Grew  red  with  promi.se  that  the  Ix)rd  was  nigh! 
But  thou  for  whom  to-<lay  a  world  i.s  grieving, 
Diilst  yield  ihy  life,  celestial  light  receiving 

From  full-orbed  truth — where  he  but  darkly  strove. 

Statesmen  !  who  recognized  the  "  Law  of  Ix)ve  ! " 
Christian — by  no  sectarian  views  confiniHl ; 
Hero,  and  Martyr,  in  our  heart.s  enshrined — 

Soldier !   wiiose  latest  victory  Wivs  won 

By  the  sad,  surgeful  sea  at  Ellteron, 

Whence  thou  arose  to  take  thy  crown  on  high — 
Garfield  !  thou  art  not  dead  I  thou  shall  not  wholly 
die  ! 

AKKIE  LrSTIIAI.  UMITII. 
UtuLlUftoo,  (X 


AT   ELBERON. 

IN   MKMOUIAM,    SEP.    10,    1.S.S2. 

1  Did  the  waves,  muffled.  l>oat 

A  solemn  dirge  that  n:emorable  night  ? 

Or  shrink  in  sorrow  from  the  mournful  sight. 

And  onward  s|MTd  to  meet 
The  Infinite,  that  free  from  worldly  strife. 
Ami  restful,  rolled  Ix'fore  the  ebbing  life, 

I'nto  (Jixl's  mercy -seat  ? 

2  Fnfaltering  and  alone. 

He  felt  the  shore  recedinj;  from  hi«  crasp. 
He  fi'lt  the  breaking  of  tin-  |><MviTfuI  ciaxp 

Of  liearls  l>f)und  to  his  own. 
A  nation,  .sobliing.  kmdt  U-'-ide  hi-"  l>ed, 
A«  '•ih-nlly  lie  joiiic<l  ihi-  noble  de^td, 

I'liOll   •!'•■    til  IiK   niikiii.wi. 


7t;2 


WOAfAN  I  A'  SACRED  SONG. 


4  Wrapt  in  eternal  peace, 

He  nst-s  :i|)art,  his  life  I'uKilled  in  love, 

And  <jiii(U(l  l>y  a  Wisdom  Ironi  above, 

Nnr  doi's  liis  inliiu-iice  cease, — 
Mankind  is  nobler  made.     Aii !  not  for  fame 
lie  lived,  though  ages  shall  record  his  name! 

Rest,  Hero,  rest  in  peace. 

rXNME  BUNTINOTON  aUNKKLS. 


JAMES   A.    GARFIELD. 

1  There's  not  a  gentle  heart  in  all  the  land 

lint  aches,  through  these  slow-footed  daysof  grief ; 
No  rov'rent  soul  that  ever  spoke  to  God, 

I5ut  prays  His  blessing  on  our  stricken  Chief. 
And  in  tiie  shadows  hov'ring  o'er  his  fate, 
The  loyal  millions  of  the  people  wait. 

2  Our  land  had  many  sons — as  .Tesse  had,* 

When  from   their  midst  God's   prophet  sought  a 
King — 
Sons  that  were  tall  and  strong  and  princely  fair, 
But  for  them  not  waited  oil  and  ring. 

The  hidden  prince  in  quiet  ways  was  found, 
Unsought  of  men,  but  called  of  God  and  crowned. 

3  We  wondered  much,  like  those  of  olden  time, 

When  this  same  thing  was  done  before  our  eyes. 
And  to  the  highest  honors  calmly  came 
Th<!  David  we  had  failed  to  recognize. 

Men  choose  as  if  the  place  were  highest  goal, 
God  chooses  rulers  among  princely  souls. 

4  We  called  him  Statesman,  in  the  Senate  halls, 

And  Orator  wiien  setting  hearts  athriil. 
We  named  him  Hero  on  the  battle-field. 
And  Ciiicftain  by  a  sovereign  people's  will. 

Hut  now  we  learn,  through  days  of  sore  distress, 
That  pain  has  made  him  grander  than  success. 

5  The  man  himself,  so  loving,  pure  and  calm. 

Has  been  revealed  through  these  slow  days  of  pain  ; 
We've  found  llie  heart  tiiat  made  his  words  so  liot. 
The  crystal  soul  tliat  winged  the  splendid  brain  ; 
And  so  we  bring  with  tears  this  liigliest  meed. 
The  mail  is  greater  than  his  greatest  deed. 

•  UAKY  T.    LATRROP. 
Jacksuu,  Mich' 
In  "  UuioD  Signal." 
*  [  Samuel,  ztL 


GARFIELD    IS    DEAD. 

Droop  mournfully,  O  starry  flag. 
Above  a  nation's  sorrowing  breast. 

As  once  more  'neatli  tliy  shining  folds 
A  martvred  President  dotli  rest. 


Peal  forth,  O  wondrous,  deep-voiced  bells, 
Your  slowest  tones,  your  saddest  knells, 
Unto  an  awe-struck  world  to  show 
Our  pain,  our  shame !  our  voiceless  woe. 

2  A  hero,  wlio,  with  steps  sid)lime, 

Had  climbed  the  hill  of  adverse  fate  ; 
Self-made,  and  greater  than  his  time. 

For  whose  grand  deeds  our  millions  wait ; 
A  man  idealized  and  loved. 
Whose  bravery  and  worth  were  proved ; 
A  thousand  lives  could  not  atone 
For  such  a  loss — our  nation's  own. 

3  Brave,  patient  heart !  Through  months  of  pain 

And  suffering,  such  as  few  can  know, 
With  careful  thought  for  those  he  loved. 

Dauntless  he  fought  the  insidious  foe. 
But  all  in  vain  ;  for  Garfield  died 
As  falls  a  tree — the  mountain's  pride — 
When  from  its  high  estate  't  is  hurled 
The  echo  woke  a  slumbering  world. 

4  O  reptile,  clothed  in  human  guise. 

Whose  vile  hand  sent  the  assassin's  ball, 
Did  you  think  Heaven  were  high  enough 

To  pardon  and  forgive  it  all  ? 
Did  you  think  earth  so  fair  and  wide 
It  had  a  place  for  you  to  bide  ? 
Or  did  you  dream  that  hell  was  broad 
Enough  to  miss  the  wrath  of  God  ? 

5  Beloved  martyr  I  Christian  saint ! 

Sweet  be  thy  rest  after  life's  pain. 
"  God  giveth  His  beloved  sleep," 

He  calls  His  children  home  again. 
Unfinished  was  thy  work  on  earth. 
But  angels  greet  thy  Heavenly  birth. 
And  stars  within  thy  crown  are  set, 
That  grace  no  earthly  coronet. 

6  And  you,  O  sweetly  loyal  wife, 

AVhose  faith  and  hope  would  not  give  way, 
A  million  wife  and  mother-hearts 

Beat  mournfully  with  yours  to-<lay, 
A  million  hands  would  fain  clasp  yours. 
And  share  your  sorrow — if  they  couhl — 
Whose  patient  and  enduring  love 
Has  glorified  all  womanhood. 

8  Pity,  O  God  !  our  Nation's  woe  ! 

And  lead  us  with  a  gentle  hand  ; 
Two  martyred  Presidents  are  now 

The  Ministers  of  onr  dear  land 
At  Thy  great  Court,  O  Sovereign  King; 
Let  them  our  cause  before  Thee  bring  ; 
And  may  our  progress  ever  be 
Onward  and  upward,  unto  Thee. 

.MABV   A.    EENSOS. 

Alton,  Sepl.  20th. 
In  "  Union  Sii^ual." 


*  Marr  T.  IjaUimp  In  one  of  the  mont  cnniM'cnitod  and  talnnt,-*)  womrn  eneafriHl  in  thf*  U*m|>rraMcr  work  of  t^rday.     She  in  prmiil  -nt  of  MicUi4;au  W.  C. 
U..  and  im  «  luottt  micccwsful  goaiwl  tvmpenuicc  evaugelijit.     Home  years  ago  nbe  uan  lioeuikrU  to  pruach  by  tbe  autboritiea  of  tbe  M.  E.  Cburcb. 


MISCELLAA'EOUS  DEPAllTMEXT.    PATlUuTIC.    J'uEMS  uF  PEACE. 


GJ 


gliss  Hlaria  J.  (Eue. 


A  few  weokii  ago  I  wuut  with  a  party  of  eultlrated  Southern  Udie*  to 
my  my  rwinrctH  to  our  uoblu  PituI  U.  Hayne,  |ioc't-lKur>'at«  uf  llio 
South,  uiid  hU  loroly  wife.  U  rlileii  my  hi>iit«as.  Mm  Willutiii  C  S>bluy, 
4'f  Au^iiHtu.  thuru  wui,  among  otht-r  charming  womL-ii,  Mi«  Mttria  L. 
Kvc,  (Liu^'htvr  of  oiiu  of  Cieortila'a  m»>t  coltbratvU  iihyilciaiia,  and  a 
colvliratiMl  wojuitn  in  h>'r  oirri  right,  by  rvaauii  of  hur  puvtic  taluut. 
Minx  Jo:<iu  Walton,  a  giftvd  mutual  friuud,  ba-l  •bown  mr  llit<  povm  by 
MlH  Ev»,  which  I  herewith  vncluae,  aiiJ  which  tuts  tbl>  hlxtory  :  Tho 
Miibilu  "KcKiiitvr"  otiurt'd  a  prizo  for  the  b<-at  ikjow  oxpreaiire  of 
Soutberu  ain>recJaCiou  lu  »i>'W  of  Northtru  htlji  and  symiutthv  during 
the  terrible  yellow  feTcr  calamity  of  1879.  There  were  tlfty  or  more 
com|ietitor>,  but  the  cuminittec  of  awartl,  comiioai'd  of  loailiiig  liierury 
lighta,  preferred  the  inwm  of  Mim  Eve.  ou  account  of  Ita  slm|iliclty  and 
heart-power.  It  was  read  recvutly  at  a  grand  re-uniou  of  L'oufederalu 
■oldiers  and  received  with  unbounded  eulhuiiiaaiu,  and  au  autograph 
copy  being  re>|iii'iited  for  preservation  among  their  archlTea.  Ixi  these 
things  be  rememlwred  by  those  who  would  hare  us  bellave  the  Boath 
can  never  cease  to  hate  "  the  V'nnkoes."  Miss  Eve  sends  mo  an  auto- 
graph cr>py,  which  I  highly  value,  and  shall  exhibit  as  one  nf  the  cboio- 
est  among  the  many  tokens  of  fraternity  I  am  grateful  to  cherish. 

FRA.VCO   E.    WllXARtI, 

CONQUERED   AT    LAST. 

1  Yoii  came  to  us  once,  O  brothers,  iu  wrath, 
Anil  rude  desolation  followed  your  path. 

2  You  coiKjUcred  us  tlieii,  hut  only  in  part. 

For  a  ,stul)h(irii  tiling  is  tin-  hiiinan  ht-art.  1 

3  So  tlif  mad  wind  blows  in  Ids  niii;ht  ami  main. 
Anil  the  forests  bend  to  his  breath,  like  grain, 

4  Their  heads  in  the  dust  and  their  branches  broke ; 
But  how  sliall  he  soften  their  hearts  of  oak? 

5  You  swept  o'er  our  land  like  the  whirlwind's  wing; 
Hilt  tlie  liiiinari  heart  is  a  stubborn  tiling. 

G   U'c  laid  down  our  arms,  we  yieldetl  our  will ; 
IJiit  our  "  heart  of  hearts  "  was  uuconijuered  still. 

7  "  We  are  vampiished,"  we  said,  '*  but  our  wounds  '^ 

must  heal ; 
We  gave   you   our  swords,  but   our  hearts  were 
steel." 

8  '•  We  are  conquered,"  we  said,  but  our  hearts  were 

sore, 
AikI  "  Woe  to  the  conqucrefl "  on  every  door. 

9  Hut  the  S|)oiler  came  and  he  would  not  spare  : 
The  angel  that  walketh  in  darkness  was  there  ; — 

10  He  walked  through  the  valley,  walked  through  the 

street. 
And  he  left  the  print  of  his  fiery  feet 

11  In  tlie  deail.  dead,  deail  that  were  everywhere, 

And  buried  away  with  never  a  prayer.  3 

12  From  our  desolate  land,  from  its  very  heart. 
There  went  forth  a  cry  to  the  uttermost  part. 

1."}  You  heard  it,  O  brothers  I — with  never  a  measure. 
You    opeiu'd    your    hearts    and    poured    out    vour 
treasure. 

14  ()  Sisters  of  Mercy  !     You  gave  al)Ove  these  ! 
For  you  hel|)ed,  we  know,  on  your  bcndi-il  knees  ! 

15  Your  pity  was  hinnan  ;  but  «h  !   it  was  mon'. 
For  you  slntred  our  ero>s,  and  our  burden  Irarc; 


16  Your  lives  in  your  hands,  you  gtoo«l  by  our  hide  ; 
Your  lives  for  our  livch — you  laid  duwu  umi    died. 

17  And  no  greater  love  hath  a  mun  tu  give, 
Tiian  tu  lay  ilowu  hi.-,  life  liiui  hiii  Irieiidjt  may  hvc 

18  You  poured  ill  our  wounds   the  oil  tinii  (in-  wine 
That  you  brought  to  us  from  a  liund  divine. 

11)  You  eompiered  u.s,  brothunt  ;  our  swords  we  gave, 
We  yield  now  our  hearts — they  are  all  we  have 

20  Our  hist  ditch  was  there,  and  it  hehl  out  long  ; 
It  is  yours,  O  friends,  and  you'll  tind  it  strong. 

21  Your  lovi-  had  a  magic  divim-r  than  art. 
And  ••  CoiMpiered  by  kiuduebs "  wi'U  write  on  our 

heart. 

MsKiA  I.  EVIL.  lan. 

Au«usU,  Uk, 


THE    HARP    OF    THE    SEA. 


The  Ant  meaiace  transmitted  acmu  the  Atlantic  tclecimpb  waa,  "ClOT 
to  (WnI  in  the  highe«t,  nu  earth  |h>4c«,  giMMl-wiii  Ut  men  ! " 

Wild,  liarsh  and  disconlant  the  song  earth  was  sing- 
ing— 

The  drum-beat  of  hatred  swelle<l  loud  on  tho  air; 
Red  hamls  to  the  breeze  the  ri-d  banner  was  flinging, 

'Mitl  curses,  that  froze  on  her  lips  Mercy's  praye-. 
From  nation  to  nation  the  challenge  was  sounding. 

It  wakened  an  echo  from  fettere<l  and  free  , 
Hut  w  liile  witli  the  war-<ry  the  earth  was  resounding. 

The  angel  of   Peace  hung  his  harp  in  the  seju 

Far,  far  'neath  the  waves  from  the  tempests  controll- 
ing. 
When*  the  sea-weed  is  growing  the  while  bones 
among, 
Though  al)Ove  it  the  waves  are  incessantly  rolling. 

In  stillness  it  singeth  its  Ix-autiful  song. 
And  list  I  comes  a  whis|H'r,   '•  Peace,   peace  through 
the  ocean  " — 
How  like  to  the  voice  that  once  stilbnl  fJalileel 
And   the    earth,  charmed    to    rest   from   its   tem|tO!«t 
commotion. 
Is  singing  "  Peace  !  peace  I  "  ou  the  harj)  of  tlio 
sea. 

Tlie  drum-beat  is  silent  :   the  love-notes  of  blessing 

Are  swelling,  like  Sabl>alh  Ixdls.  sweet  on  the  air; 
A  flag,  the  gool-will  of  the  nations  ex|)ressing. 

Pure  hands  have   unfurle<l,  'mill  the  anthem  and 
prayer. 
From  nation  to  nation  the  glad  song  is  sounding. 

It  waketh  an  echo  from  f*tler<«<l  and  fn-*-. 
"  All  glory  to  (lo<l  I  "  through  the  eartli   is   resound- 
ing. 
And  "(tood  will  to  lucn  !  "  i>iuga  the  h.-irp  of  tho 
sea. 


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WOMAI^  IN  SACRED  SOKO. 


4  "  Peace  !  good-will  to  men  !  "    't  is  the  hand  of  an 
anyel 
That  Wilkes  from    the  harp-string   that  beautiful 
strain  : 
"  All  gioiy  to  God  !  "  is  the  blessed  evangel— 

"To  (Jod  in  the  hij^host,  who  cometh  to  rci-^n  !  " 
Anil  hark  1   from  the  land  of  the  dark  and  benighted 

Tiiere  cricth  a  voice,  holy  watchman,  to  thee  ; 
Oh  I  weary  not,  rest  not  till  all  lanils,  united, 
Sing  '*  Glory  to  God !  "  on  the  harp  of  the  sea. 

MRS.  8.   M.    I.  UENltV,  1863. 


f .  iJirginin  Ircnrb, 


Authnr  of  "The  Palmetto  and  the  Pine,"  la  the  well-known  educator, 
editor,  author  and  poet.  She  waa  bom  in  Virginia,  in  1830.  Her 
nom-dr-plumf  ts  I,'Inconnue.  A  fine  sketch  of  her  life  and  work  ap- 
pean  in  a  recent  Issue  of  •'  Woman  at  Work,"  (now  the  "Woman's  Mag- 
azine" published  in  Brattleboro,  Vt.,  by  Mrs.  E.  T.  Uoush. 


THE    PALMETTO   AND   THE    PINE. 

1  They  planted  them  together — our  gallant  sires  of  old — 
Though  one  was  crowned  with  crystal  snow,  and  one 

willi  solar  gold ; 
They  planted  them  together,  on  the  world's  majestic 

height. 
At  Saratoga's  deathless  charge,  at  Eutaw's  stubborn 

fight; 
At  midnight  on  the  dark  redoubt,  'mid  plunging  shot 

ami  sliell — 
At  noontide  gasping  in  the  crush  of  battle's  bloody 

swell. 
With  gory  hands  and  reeking  brows,  amid  the  mighty 

fray, 
Which  surged  and  swelled  around  them  on  that  mem- 
orable day. 
When  they  ])lanted  independence,  as  a  symbol  and  a 

sign — 
They  struck  deep  soil  and  planted  the  Palmetto  and 

the  Pine. 

2  They  planted  them  together,  by  the  river  of  the  Years, 
Watered  with  our  fathers'  hearts'  blood,  watered  with 

our  mothers'  tears  : 
In  the  strong,  rich  soil  of  Freedom,  with  a  bounteous 

benison, 
From  their  Prophet,  Priest  and  Pioneer — our  Father 

Washington  ! 
Above  them  (loated  echoes  of  iIk;  ruin  and  the  wreck, 
Like  "drums  that  beat  at  Louisburg,  and  thundered 

at  Quebec." 
But  the  old  light  sank  in  darkness  as  the  new  stars 

rose  to  shine 
O'er  those  »-inblems  of  the  sections — the  Palmetto  and 

the  Pine. 


3  And  we'll  plant  them  still  together,  for  't  is  yet  the 

self-same  soil 
Our  fathers'  valor  won  for  us  by  victory  and  toil  ; 
On  Florida's  fair  everglades,  by  bold  Ontario's  flood. 
And    through    them    send  electric  life   as   leaps  the 

kindred  blood  1 
For  thus  it  is  they  taught  us  who  for   Freedom  lived 

and  died, 
The  Eternal  laws  of  justice  must  and  shall  be  jiistilied ; 
That  God  has  joined  together  b}'  a  fiat  all  divine 
The  destinies  of  dwellers  'neath  the  Palm-tree  and  the 

Pine. 

4  Aye  !  we'll  plant  them  yet  together,  tho'  the  cloud  is 

on  their  brows, 

And  winds  antagonistic  writhe  and  wrench  their  stal- 
wart boughs ; 

Driving  winds  that  drift  the  nations  mto  gaping  gulfs 
of  gloom ; 

Sweeping  ages,  cycles,  systems,  into  vortexes  of  doom  ; 

Though  the  waves  of  faction  rolling  in  triumphant  to 
the  shore. 

Are  breaking  down  our  bulwarks  with  their  sullen 
rage  and  roar  ; 

Serried  armaments  of  ocean  filing  in  line  after  line,- 

Washing  up  the  deep  foundations  of  Palmetto  and  of 
Pine. 

5  Shall  this,  the  soil  of  Freedom,  from  their  roots  be 

washed  away 
By  the  chafing  of  the  billows  and  the  breaking  of  the 


spray  ? 
No  !  the  Hand  that  rules  the  vortex  which  is  surging 

now  before  us 
Above  its  "  hell  of  waters  "  sets  the  bow  of  promise 

o'er  us  ; 
And  the  time  will  come  when  Discord  shall  be  buried 

in  the  Past, 
The  oriflamme  of  Love  shall  wave  above  the  beach  at 

last. 
And  beneath  the  starry  banner — type  of  unity  (li\  ine — 
Shall  stand  those  stately  signals,  the  Palmetto  and  the 

Pine. 

6  Shall  the  old  victorious  Eagle  from  their  boughs  be 
wrenched  away 

By  the  double-headed  Vulture  of  Disunion  and  De- 
cay ? 

Forbid  it.  Heaven  !  Columbia,  guard  thine  emblems 
sheltered  here 

To  grace  the  brilliant  dawning  of  this  grand  Centen- 
nial year : 

And  bear  them  as  thou  marchest  on  with  gonfalons 
unfurled. 

With  thy  feet  upon  the  fetter,  for  the  freeing  of  the 
world  ! 

And  guard  thy  Holy  Sepulcher— Mount  Vernon's 
saered  shrine — 

For  this  is  Freedom's  Holy  Land,  her  promised 
Palestine. 


MISCELLANEOU!^  DEPAUTMENT     PATRIOTIC.     POEMS  OFPEACE. 


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7  O  thou  voice  of  Gotl,  outtlowing  from  the  lips  of  holy 

Peace, 
Soollie  tlie  turmoil  and  the  tumult,  bid  tliix  strife  iind 

sorrow  cease  ! 
0"tr  savannas  steeped  in  sunshine,  over  mountains 

<lark  with  rain. 
Send  the  ;;lad   and   thrilling    tidings   in    thy   sweetly 

solemn  strain  ; 
Let  snowy  North  and  sunny  South  send  up  the  shout, 

"Airswell!" 
And  the  music  of  thy  coming  strike  our  heart-strings 

witii  its  swell, 
(As  to  .Icssie  Brown  at    Lucknow,  struck  the  air  of 

"Aulil  Lani^  Syne," 
From   tlie    lligiiiand   pipes   of   Ilavclock) — save   the 

Palm  and  save  the  Pine ! 

8  God  plant  them  still  together!  let  them  flourish  side 

hy  side 
In  the  halls  of  our  Centennial,  mailed  in  more  than 

marble  pride  ; 
With  kindly  deeds  and  noble  names  we'll  grave  them 

o'»'r  and  o'er, 
With  brave  historic  legends  of  the  glorious  days   of 

yore. 
While  the  clear,  exultant  chorus,  rising  from  united 

bands. 
The  echo  of  our   triumph  peals  to  earth's  remotest 

lands  ; 
While  '•  Faith,  Fraternity  and  Love  "  shall  joyfully 

entwine 
Around  our  chosen  emblems,  the  Palmetto  and  the 

Pine. 

9  "  Together  I  "  shouts  Niagara  his    thunder-toned  de- 

cree ; 
"TogethiT  !"  echo  back  the  waves  upon   the   Mexic 

sea ; 
"  Together  I  "  sing  the  sylvan  hills  where  oM  Atlantic 

roars  ; 
"  Together  !  "  boom  the  breakers  on  the  wild  Pacific 

shores ; 
"Together  !"  cry   the    People  and  "  together"  still 

shall  be 
An  everlasting  charter-bond  forever  for  the  free ; 
Of  liberty  the  signet-seal — the  one  eternal  si>jn — 
Be  tho-se  united  emblems,  the  Palmetto  and  the  Pine  ! 

I.  TIROIKLA  rajuioL 


RING    FREEDOMS    BELLS. 

Ring  Freedom's  l>ells,  across  all  lands. 

King,  happy  bells,  from  shore  to  shore, 
I'lilii  your  echoes  from  far  str.mds 

Come  back  to  us  once  more. 
King  out  a  bl(MMl-|)ought  country's  worth  ; 

()  joyful  Iwlls,  ring  high,  ring  low. 
To  celebrate  a  nation's  birth. 

So  many  years  ago. 


2  King  loudly  for  the  thirteen  States 

I'liat  joimd  their  hardy  hand>  of  nld  ; 
And  let  the  story  of  their  brav- 

In  >tirriiig  peals  Im;  told. 
Rut  for  their  heroes  slain,  oh  !   knell 

A  tender  dirge,  so  soft  and  low  ; 
A  nation's  grief  for  those  who  fell 

So  many  years  ago. 

3  (live  forth  a  peal  of  richest  sound, 

O  nmsic  Ix-dls,  from  silver  throats  ; 
Lei  it  on  evi-ry  breeze  rewound, 

\\  here  Freedom's  banner  tloats. 
A  peal,  Potomac's  wave  tij»on, 

Whose  echo  down  the  stream  shall  flow. 
For  Washington,  who  led  us  on, 

So  many  years  ago. 

4  Ring  for  the  younger  States  that  stretch 

Across  the  furthest  Western  shore. 
Where,  hand  in  hand  with  oKl  thirteen, 

(to  the  newer  twentv-four; 
Kiiii:  for  them  all  in  union  grand. 

Proclaim,  where'er  your  echoes  go. 
These  stand  lo-<lay,  as  those  once  stood, 

So  mai.y  years  ago. 

5  Ring  sweetly,  softly,  O  ye  bells. 

For  later  slain,  in  blue  and  gray. 
Their  valor  tender  memory  tells, 

The  rest  is  washe<l  away. 
Ring  saddest  notes  for  Lincoln,  dead, — 

Freedom's  true  friend  and  Slavery '>  foe, 
CJrand  hero,  brave  as  all  who  bled 

So  many  years  ago. 

6  Ring  peaceful  <iays  that  shall  succeed  ; 

Ring  honor  to  the  toiling  brain  ; 
Or  sturdy  hands  that  sow  the  seed, 

And  reap  the  golden  grain  ; 
The  hosts  that  gladder  Helds  have  won. 

And  still  tip  Free<lom's  heights  shall  go. 
Till  lini>hinl  is  the  work  begun 

So  many  years  ago. 

sixtx  o.  rscs.  Utt. 

A    HUNDRED    YEARS    FROM    NOW. 

1  The  surging  sea  of  human  life  forever  onwanl  rolls, 
A  1x1   iM-ars   to   the  eternal  shore  its  daily  freight  of 

soids  ; 
Though  bravely  sails  our  Itark  to-day,  pale  IX>ath  sits 

at  the  prow. 
And  few  shall  know  we  ever  Iive<l  a  hundnnl  years 

from  now. 

2  0   mighty   human    brotherhoo<l  I     Why  fiercely  war 

and  strive. 

While  (Jivl's  great  world  ha-s  ample  space  for  every- 
thing alive  ? 

Bro.ad  fields  uncultured  and  unclaime<I  are  wailiiig  for 
the  plow 

Of  progn'.ss  that  shall  make  them  bhxim  a  hundreil 
years  from  now. 


rr.G 


WOMAy  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


3  Why  slioiiM  wc  try  so  earnestly  in  life's  short,  nar- 

row span, 
On  yoMi'ii  stairs  to  climb  so  high  above  our  brother- 

UKlll  ? 

Why  blindly  at  an  earthly  shrine  iu  slavish  homage 

bow  ? 
Our  gold   will    rust,   ourselves  be  dust,   a  hundred 

years  from  now. 

4  Why   prize  so   mucli   the  world's  applause  ?     Why 

dread  so  inutii  its  blame  ? 
A  fleeting  echo  is  its  voice  of  censure  or  of  fame ; 
The  praise  tliat  thrills  the  heart,  the  scorn  that  dyes 

with  shame  the  brow, 
Will   be   as   long-forgotten  dreams  a  hundred  years 

from  now. 

5  O  patient  hearts,  that  meekly  bear  your  weary  load 

of  wrong  I 
O  earnest   hearts,  that   bravely  dare,    and  striving, 

grow  more  strong ! 
Press  on   till    i)erfect  peace  is   won  ;    you'll   never 

dream  of  how 
You  struggled  o'er  life's  thorny  road  a  hundred  years 

from  now, 

6  Grand,  lofty  souls,   wiio  live   and  toil  that  freedom, 

right  and  truth 
Alone   may    rule    the    universe,    for  you    is  endless 

youth. 
When  'mid  the  blest  with  God  you  rest,  the  grateful 

land  shall  bow 
Above  your  clay  in  reverent  love  a  hundred  years 

from  now. 

7  Earth's  empires  rise  and  fall.     Time  !  like  breakers 

on  thy  siiore 
They   rusii    upon    thy  rocks  of  doom,  go  down,  and 

are  no  more. 
The  starry    wilderness  of   worlds  that  gem  night's 

radiant  brow 
Will  light  the  skies  for  other  eyes  a  hundred  years 

from  now. 

8  Our  Father,  to  whose  sleepless  eye  the  past  and  future 

stand 
An  open  page,  like  babes  we  cling  to  Thy  protecting 

hand  ; 
Change,  sorrow,  death,  are  naught  to  us,  if  we  may 

safely  bow 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  Thy  throne  a  hundred  years 

from  now. 

MAKT  A.    FORD, 

GRANT    IS    DEAD. 

(Oil  liciirinK  tlic  uiiiTvrslty  tvll  at  Kvanston  toll  for  the  death  of  Gen, 
Gniit.  ut  9  u' cluck  A.  M.,  July  23,  18S6.J 

1   Toll  bells  from  every  steeple, 
Tell  the  sorrow  of  the  peojile, 
Moan  sullen  guns  and  sigh 
For  (he  greatest  who  could  die. 
Grant  is  dead. 


2  Never  so  firm  were  set  those  moveless  lips  as  now, 
Never  so  dauntless  .shone  that  massive  brow. 
The  "Silent  Man  "  has  jiassed  into  the  silent  tomb. 
King  out  our  grief,  sweet  bell, 
The  people's  sorrow  tell 
For  the  greatest  wno  could  die. 
Grant  is  dead. 


"  Let  us  have  peace." 
Great  heart,  that  peace  has  come  to  thee, 
Thy  sword  for  freedom  wrought, 
And  now  thy  sword  is  free. 
While  a  rescued  nation  stands 
Mourning  its  fallen  chief. 
The  Southern  with  the  Northern  lands 
Akin  in  honest  grief, 
The  hands  of  black  and  white 
Shall  clas])  above  thy  grave. 
Children  of  the  Republic  all, 
No  master  and  no  slave. 
Almost  "  all  summer  on  this  line  " 
Thou  steadily  didst  fight  it  out, 
But  Death,  the  silent, 
Malclic(l  at  last  our  silent  Chief, 
And  |)ut  to  rout  his  brave  defence. 
JNIoaii  sulK'u  giuis  and  sigh 
For  the  bravest  who  could  die. 
Grant  is  dead. 


The  huge  world  holds  to-day 
No  fame  so  great,  so  wide. 
As  his  whose  steady  eyes  grew  dim 
On  Mt.  McGregor's  side 

Only  an  hour  ago,  and  yet  the  whole  great  world  has 
learned 

That  Grant  is  dead. 


O  heart  of  Christ !  what  joy 

Brings  earth's  new  brotherhood  ! 

All  laiuls  as  one. 

Buckner,  Grant's  bed  beside. 

The  priest  and  Protestant  in  converse  kind  ; 

Prayers  from  all  hearts,  and  Grant 

Praying  we  "  all  might  meet  in  better  worlds." 

Toll  bells  from  every  steeple. 

Tell  the  sorrow  of  the  people. 

So  true  in  life,  so  calm  and  strong, 

Bravest  of  all,  in  death  suffering  so  long. 

And  without  one  complaint ! 

Moan  sullen  guns  and  sigh 

For  the  greatest  who  could  die. 

Salute  the  nation's  head. 

Our  Grant  is  dead. 

FRANCES   K.   WII.LARD. 

ni  tlic  "luter-Occaii.' 


MISCELLANEOUS  DEPARTMENT. 

IN    PEACE. 

tiUANT. 

1  Fhi"s  of  the  nation  droop  low  at  lialf-niast ; 
UtiUli  oV-r  our  ea-lo  Lis  siiaclovv  hath  ca>l. 
The  century  wanes,  and  the  great  ones  go  fast. 

2  His  was  the  Will  tliat  arose  on  onr  ni-^ht, 
His  was  the  huml  to  deliver  witli  mighu 

His  now  the  soul  plumed  for  heavenly  fhyhu 

3  Stand  forth,  M.-{Jregor.  a  mount  of  the  world, 
Dralli  mak.s  tiiee  sacred  !     Thy  inournu.g  unfurled 
Ensigns  of  sorrow,  with  tear-stars  impearled. 

4  Tears  that  are  trophies  of  love  he  has  won, 
Northmen  an.l  Southron.  East,  West,  are  all  one; 
Captain  of  mighty  hosts,  Soldier,  Well  done  . 

6  Crest  of  the  North,  on  thy  bleak  mounUin  side, 
Desolate,  stricken,  the  mourni-rs  ahide. 
Chieftain,  thy  grave  in  our  heart^i  we  wdl  hide. 

6  Saviour:     Adoring,  we  bring  thoe  our  slain, 
Courier  of  God,  is  the  death-ang.  I's  pain 

Thou  who  for  man  hast  died. 

Thou  who  dost  history  guide, 

Tiiou,  to  suprcmest  power  great  love  allied ! 

7  Heart  of  our  God,  that  is  pledged  on  our  side- 
Soldier,  saint,  sage  or  child,  lover  or  bride. 

8  Worlds-full  of  each  and  all,  find,  'nealh  the  grave 
There,  there  the  hiding  of  God's  power  to  save. 

I8ADOBK  o.  jtyrERV.  July  2f,  1885. 


THE   TO-COME   OF   THE   WORLD. 

!•  Anu  rie  I  Ix  the  To-Comc  of  the  world."-8ecreU«7  N.  O.  CUrk.  at  the  reeeot 

mlasiouary  ordliinUon  lu  ChiCdtfO.] 

1   "  The  To-Come  of  the  world  !  "     Hear  the  prophecy 
glorious. 
How  it  rin^s  like  a  joy-bell  the  ages  adown. 
Since   the    promise    was   made   of   a   Prince  and  a 
Saviour, 
Mighty    Coniiueror   to    be,  and   right  worthy  the 
crown. 
Rini:  the  jov-bells  again  !      Let  the  echo.-s  resound 
Over  mountain  and  plain  all  the  wide  world  around. 

2  "The  To-Come  of  the  world  I'     Oh  '.  how  blessed  the 
nation 
Th.1t  responds  to  tlie  call  of  this  wonderlul  One  I 
III  the  land  of  His  birth,  amid  hearts  nnl)elieving. 

Could  not  many  of  His  mighty  wonders  be  done. 
ll.>  it  thine.  O  .Vmerica.  thine  it  may  Ikj, 
To  beliiv.-  nil  tlu-  lA>rd  and  His  glory  to  see. 


PATRIOTIC.     POEMS  OF  PEACE. 


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3  "The  To-Come  of  the  world  !  "     Oh !  most  gloriouu 
^•olnmi^sion 
To  taeli  soldier  enlisud  in  warfare  divine. 
Not  a  sword  or  a  spear  shall  wi;  need  in  the  buttle. 
For  the  word  of  our  Captain  i«,   "Let   }otir   light 
shine." 
Marching  on,  marching  on,  with  our  banners  iinfurl«-<l, 
lie  our  watchword,  "The   Christ !   the   To-Come  of 
tiic  world  1  " 

MANMIK  KumiLLA. 
Cliloii«<>.  1A)1. 


THE    MORTAL    LIFE. 

A  swallow  poising  in  the  can<lle-light. 

Surprised    in    confines  —  whence,   where,    what 
unknowing. 
Swift  tliroiii.'h  tht-  farther  casement  tiiking  flight, 

Such  is  onr  life  ;   its  measure  coming.  g«'ing. 

L.inM*  «.  lUKJIiwIK. 
•'TIms  Cumsut."     188S. 


LINES   ON    GENERAL   GRANT. 
nUIUED  AUGUST  8,   1885. 

1  Hark  !  the  funeral  bells  are  tolling, 

Ue(iuienis  to  the  dead  nrv  sung  ; 
Thunilers  from  the  cannon  roiling. 
Tears  from  manly  eyes  are  wrung. 

2  Yes,  the  Nation  mourns  her  dead  son, 

We<|)s  her  loss— his  gain  forgeiting. 

The  "Man  of  Destiny,"  his  race  outrun 

Is  crowned  immortal.  Victory's  won. 

3  'T  is  finished.     Tho'  we  nevermore 

Upon  th.it  dauntless  form  shall  gaze, 
From  pole  to  jxde,  from  shore  to  shore. 
Shall  gently  waft  the  hero's  prais.-. 

•  ••••••• 

4  Hero  on  many  a  battle  field. 

On  none  more  brave  than  on  that  day 
When  the  greatest  of    conquerors  calle«l  him   to 
yiehl. 
To  lay  down  his  arms  and  obey. 

5  Oh  1  such  a  life  and  such  a  death 

Shall  they  not  wreath  a  glory  round  his  name  . 
To  grow  more  brilliant  with  every  bre:tth 
To  blossom,  and  illume  the  scroll  of  lame. 

6  And  so  farewell  1  s.ad  wonl.  farewell  1 

It  is  not  death  to  die— why  weep  ? 
RememlKT.  as  we  hear  the  hoi^-'s  ileath-kiicil, 
That.  "He  giveth  His  Udovtd,  sleep." 

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7(jQ  WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 

PREFATORY    NOTE. 
ORIGIN   OF  MEMORIAL   DAY. 

D.'rnralion  day  was  orignatotl  at  Arlington  in  18G2  by  Mrs.  Sarah  .1.  Evans,  who  went  with  her  hus- 
band into  tliu  Union  Army  a  year  after  tlieir  marriage,  and  remained  nntil  tlie  end  of  the  war,  ministering  to 
the  wounded  and  performing  a  service  whicli  ouglit  to  make  her  grave  (slie  died  in  Des  Moines  only  a  few 
months  ago)  an  object  of  interest  throughout  the  nation.  In  the  sad  years  of  the  war  the  Decoratiou-<lay 
procession  was  more  like  a  funeral  procession  than  the  Memorial-day  parade  of  the  present  time,  and  flowers 
were  strewn  upon  the  graves  of  soldiers  as  an  act  of  mourning.  It  is  evi<lent  that  a  change  iu  the  character 
of  the  memorial  w;is  to  be  expected,  if  its  observance  is  to  be  made  a  perpetual  custom  ;  lor,  after  the  death 
of  all  the  friends  of  the  soldiers  who  fell  in  the  war,  there  will  be  none  to  decorate  soldiers'  graves  with  the 
samt!  feelings  of  sorrow  which  made  the  Decoration  day  of  the  first  decade  an  occasion  of  such  solemnity. 

The  sacrifice  of  life  is  not  forgotten  in  its  later  observance,  but  exultation  in  the  heroism  which  made  t!ie 
sacrifice,  is  now  the  chief  element  of  the  memorial,  and  properly.  The  scope  of  the  memorial  has  been  ex- 
paniled.  and  ;us  the  day  of  all  patriots  wlio  have  suffered  or  performed  distinguished  service  for  their  country, 
Memorial  <hiv  is  d('stined  to  permanent  observation.  All  the  brave  who  have  died  for  the  tuition,  and  all 
the  patriot  d<;ad  who  have  performed  conspicuous  deeds  for  its  welfare,  in  whatever  sphere  of  life,  should  ho 
remembered  on  Memorial  day,  and  their  graves  should  be  strewn  with  flowers.  —  iVew  York  Mail  and  J^m- 
press.     18^4. 

TREAD  SOFTLY. 


ALICE  S.  MITCHELL. 


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por.n    a    poco 


FOR      MEMORIAL      DAV. 

Mrs.  C.  H.  SCOTT,  in  "Royal  Anthem  Book,"  by  per. 

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IN  THE  VALLEY  OF  PEACE.  OR  COVER  THEM  OVER. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


IN    THE    VALLEY    OF    PEACE. 

Down  in  the  evergreen  vulh^y  of  Peace, 

^^'aiting  the  liour  wlieii  earth's  warfare  shall  cease, 

Waitiii;^  iu  silence,  nor  weary,  nor  worn, 

III  St  the  brave  lie  roes  our  loyal  hearts  mourn. 

Come  with  l)rii;lit  j;arl:iii(ls  swoet-soented  ami  rare, 

Cover  these  mounds  wiiile  you  whisper  a  |)rayer 

For  the  dear  friends  who  know  not  where  they  lie 

Resting  tonlay  'neatii  the  clear  vaulted  sky  ; 

Over  tluise  hearts,  once  so  fervent  and  true, 

ScatUT  sweet  roses,  and  violets  blue  ; 

Never  a  flower  for  their  graves  was  too  fair, 

Twining  them  lovingly— -drape  them  with  care. 

When  the  first  battle-call  thrilled  through  the  land, 

Wiien  every  heart  by  the  shock  was  unmanned  ; 

All  else  forgotlcui,  their  country  to  save. 

Firmly  they  marched  to  the  brink  of  the  grave  ; 

Heedless  of  danger,  of  shot  and  of  shell. 

Now  they  are  sleeping  where  bravely  they  fell  : 

Sweet  rest,  sweet  rest  crownelh  each  martyred  brow. 

Hirds  of  the  woodland,  your  joyous  notes  raise, 

Singing  your  beautiful  songs  to  their  praise. 

Flag  of  the  Nation  they  died  to  uphold. 

Wave  iu  their  honor  your  every  bright  fold ! 

Stars  of  the  firmament,  shining  on  high. 

Bend  to  these  heroes  whose  deeds  cannot  die  ! 

Many  the  loved  ones  who  mourn  them  to-day. 

Poor,  childless  mothers  grown  wrinkled  and  gray, 

Hearts  that  still  listen  their  voices  to  hear. 

Eyes  that  have  watched  for  them  year  after  year. 

When  we  all  meet  at  the  judgment  of  souls. 

When  the  great  scroll  of  God's  record  uurolls, 

Theirs  shall  be  written  in  letters  of  gold 

Hi<di  with  the  names  of  the  heroes  of  old. 

Come  with  bright  blossoms  that  grew  in  the  wild-wood, 

AVreathe  for  them  roses,  sweet  roses,  and  lilies, 

Fair  lilies  they  loved  in  their  childhood  : 

Deck  them  with  roses,  with  violets  blue. 

Sure  their  reward,  for  Jehovah  is  true. 

MI88  M.   E.   SERVOSS. 

Chicago,  111.,  1881. 

By  permiiBion.    Copyright  1881,  by  R.  S.  HarriDgton,  and  published 

with  music  in  sheet  fonn,  by  B.  A.  Saalfield,  839  Broadway,  New  York. 

NASTURTIUMS. 

1  Bright  flowers,  still  loyal  to  the  summer's  heart, — 

Flair  of  her  blazonry  on  death-strewn  field, — 
Hold  high  aloft  your  banners,  act  your  part. 
And,  like  the  patriot-martyr,  never  yield. 
But  clasp,  undaunted,  your  firm  radiate  shield  ; 
Sword  from  your  golden  scabbard  proudly  wield ! 

2  1  know  ve,  glorious  flowers  incarnadine  ! 

Your  twilling  stems  have  grappled  round  my  life; 
For  o'er  twin  jiatriot  graves  your  blossoms  lean, 
And     on    white     stones    are    cut    with    sculptor's 

knife, — 
Symbol  of  blood  shed  in  a  country's  strife. 
With  sacred  love  and  holy  memories  rife  ! 


3  Your  aromatic  fragrance  I  inspire ;  ' 
Type  of  how  costly  sacrifice!  tiie  tear 

Of  deep  affection  springs  ;  my  strong  desire 

Calls    back    those    fresh    young     laces,    souls   of 

lire, — 
My  brothers  ! — offered  on  fair  Freedom's  pyre. 

4  Bloom  till  ye  fall  like  heroes  at  the  front ; 

With  gold  and  crimson  colors  lead  the  fight; 
How  well  your  green  escutcheon  bears  the  brunt! 
Your  flaming  rays  still  challenge  winter's  night, 
Guerdon  that  brave  souls  shall  not  suffer  blight. 
But  "precious  shall  their  blood  be  in  His  sight !  " 

LOUIU  P.  HOPKINS. 


EIGHTEEN     HUNDRED   AND    EIGHTY-FIVE. 


FOB      MKMOKIAL     DAY. 

Twenty  years  have  passed  away  ; 

The  Nation  lives — the  Blue,  the  Gray, 

Mingle  in  common  brotherhood. 

Each  loyal  to  his  Country's  good  ; 

And  should  a  foreign  foe  invade  the  land. 

No  North,  no   South,  but  each  with   good  right 

hand 
Will  fight  her  wars  and  for  her  safety  stand. 

Not  vainly  were  those  precious  life-drops  shed, 

Not  vainly  did  the  battle  count  its  dead, 

Not  is  it  all  in  vain 

That  from  the  Gulf  to  piney-crested  Maine, 

From  ocean  shore  to  ocean  shore. 

The  gfaves  of  soldiers  mark  the  Country  o'er — 

A  span,  if  North  or  South — the  honored  hero  lies, 

Of  one  great  bond  of  loyal  sacrifice. 

In  yearly  flower-strewn  mound  we  read 
The  reverent  tribute  men  will  pay  to  those 
Who,  throwing  self  and  self's  small  aims  aside. 
To  save  the  Nation's  sanctity  and  pride. 
Rush  to  her  rescue,  in  her  hour  of  need. 

Land  of  the  free  !     Home  of  the  earth's  oppressed ! 

The  hands  which  now  strew  flowers  of  Spriug, 

111  love,  o'er  thy  defenders'  earth-kept  rest, 

Would,  quick  as  the  hglitinng  flash, 

Draw  loyal  sword  in  thy  behalf. 
Should  there  be  power  so  rash 
As  even  to  touch  with  unclean  hand 
Thy  blessed  banner's  staff ! 
Hearts  loyal  are  not  dead; 
The  blood  of  heroes  has  not  all  been  shed. 

And  for  proud  Liberty,  the  go<ldess  of  our  laud. 

In  her  estate  of  majesty  to  stand. 

The  brave,  the  true,  the  loyal  of  her  sons. 

The  life  despising,  freedom-loving  ones. 

Their  aims,  their  fortunes  freely,  gladly  given, 
Would  build  their  lives  in  .such  a  wall  for  her  defense. 
As  should  reach  up  to  hights  of  highest  heaven  I 


MISCELLANEOUS  DEPARTMENT.     rATIlIOTIC.    MEMORIAL  OR  DECORATION  DAY. 


77.1 


IN    MEMORIAM. 


Strew  tho  flowers,  l)rij|;lit  flowers, 
O'er  the  uolile  solilierdeail ; 
Put  a  slurry  eross  at  foot, 
Ami  |)la<o  ;i  starry  fla^'  at  head. 
Loving  liaiiiU,  tender  hamls, 
Luyal  liands  of  comrades  old, 
S|)ieail  tho  sunny  niDVind  of  ■;reen 
Wiih  Spring's  new  blossomings  of  gold- 
Strew  flowers,  fair  flowers, 
Mike  eaeh  grave  of  soldier  bright 
With  living  lines  of  rose,  and  gold, 
And  ani.-thyst,  and   angel  white. 

Comrades,  o'er  your  comrade  dead, 
Softly,  gently  lay  them  down; 
A  bloo(i-red  rose  and  one  of  white. 
Emblems  of  martyr's  glory  crowu. 
The  sons  of  soldiers, — and  the  sons 
Of  those  whose  sires  in  battle  died. 
Each  little  boyish  bosom  filled 
With  ebb  and  flow  of  patriot  pridt — 
Fill  well  their  little  hands  with  flowers, 
Let  them  the  graves  of  soldiers  strew, 
A  token  that  for  their  own  laud 
Their  little  lie:u-ts  beat  leal  and  true. 

Let  maids,  the  daughters  of  the  ones 
Whose  mothers  gave  their  noble  sons, 
A  wreath  of  fairest  flowers  weave 
To  lay  above  eaeh  hero's  grave. 
Strew  tio\vers,  bright  flowers, 
Fair  flowers, — one  and  all — 
Let  them  like  sweet  showers  of  loves. 
Or  like  a  snowy  tlock  of  doves. 
Over  eaeh  noble  soldier's  mound, 
By  Spring's  bright  crown  of  emerald  crowned. 
In  grateful  benediction  fall. 

The  flowers — tiiey  are  emblems 
Of  that  coming  end  of  night, 
When  those  who  sleep 
In  earth's  cold  keep. 
Clothed  all  in  beauty  bright, 
Shall  grandly  rise 
To  meet  in  skies 
The  risen  Lord  of  Light. 
Then  strew  the  sohlier  graves  with  flowers, 
With  flowers  their  Imisoius  heap. 
In  sign  of  resurrection  morn, 
When  those  shall  wake,  who  sleep ; 
Antl  with  a  tear, — to  mark  the  year, 
(lemming  the  flower-strewn  stxl. 
And  with  a  low  and  loving  prayer. 
Leave  them  alone  with  (lotl. 

Miw.  M.  r.  nAW^on. 
ll»rtfonl.  M»J  30.  IMS. 
Thf  tixm  la  from  •  porm  written  mA  rrmA  \ti  Mr^  n.ww.n  tt  Hartford. 
Cnnn..  on  n»«nrmli<m  IM».| 


TUe  »urTlrliif  ei-|jrijuurr»  md  r>UtlTp«  will  U«  lutcjviU-'l  li>  ki.'iwlrf 
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denoiiTlUr  ihlnj  »iiJ  VUtiiux  prisma,  waa  ai  AikUtik.ii- 

TlUoaaliort  I  Tiallnd  llio  oM  •lickoda.   luuklu^  o»«  tho 

■CVIII4  .if  Iho  li..rf.i.  >.l  iwuuty  yc«n  »ji".  T  W.  Ur/aut  hif.if  iu»  lua 
Uiat  Mr.  Hmllh  came  baok  Ut  the  NallouaJ  lVm<jl«r»  al  Aiidwaxiirllki 
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by  a  lady  wLoM  uaiuc  ui  .  .  >     I  E*L  l>o«  MuUk*  ••Journal."] 


ANDERSONVILLE  ON    DECORATION    DAY. 


MEMORIAL   DAY   AT   AXBERflONVlLLE,    1884. 

1  0   Comrades,   on    each   lonely  grave   we   place  one 

flower  tfwlay 
More  sweet  than  anv  that  shall  bloom  ui)on  the  heart 

of  May  ; 
More  Hush  in  blue  and  crimson,  with  starry  splendor 

crowned. 
Because    the    thunders    rage<l    above,    the    darkness 

hemmed  around  ; 
The  flower  that  our  fathers  saw  an  hundred  years  be- 
fore,— 
A  tiny  tendril  springing  by  the  lonely  cabin  door. — 
'T  was   sown   in   fears,  'l  was  wet  with  tears,  till,  lo ! 

it  burst  to  view, 
The  symbol  of  a  nation's  hopes,— the  Red,  the  White, 

the  lilue. 

2  Ah  1  not  in  anger,  or  in  strife,  we  come  with  laden 

hands, — 
The  crimson  retinues  of  war  are  off  in  other  lands,— 
We  bring  the  blossoms  we  have  nursed  lo  shed  their 

honied  breath, 
Where  erst  the  reeling  ranks  of  war  unbarre*!  the 

pates  of  death  ; 
We  lift  the  dear  dead  faces  of  our  heroes  to  the  light. 
We  raise  the  pallid  hands  of  theirs,  wc  clasp  and  hol«l 

them  tight ; 
We  say  ;  O  brothers,  rise  and  see  the  peace  you  helped 

to  woo. 
Whose  snowy  pinions  hover  o'er  the  Red.  the  White. 

the  Blue. 

3  Not  yours,  O  silent  comrades,  the  eost.icy  of  strife. 
The  haughty  exaltation  that  rounds  the  hero's  .ife  : 
Not  vonrs  the  flash  of  salwrs,  the  hhouls  of  the  advance. 
The  gleam  of  thrusting  b.iyonets  that  shiver  as  they 

glance ; 
Not  yours  upon  the  pani|>et  your  banner  lo  unftirl. 
To  ilie  with  victory  on  your  lips,  at  l»ark  your  feet 

they  hurl  : 
The  whis|Mr  of  a  kindlinj  hn]w>.  whil*-  triilv  over  you 
The  silkrn  folds  are  dancing  out — the  IU-»I,  Uie  While, 

the    niue. 


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WOMAy^  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


4  Nay,  to  your  homesick  vision  the  mask  of  Death  was 

up. 
His  icy  breath  was  round,  his  drausht  was  in  the  cup  ; 
A  terror  walks  at  noonday  ;  the  dreams  tliat  throng 

tlie  nii,dit, 
But  tiikt-  tlie  wiui^s  of  morning  and  vanish  ere  the  light. 
15ut  oh  !  our  fallen  heroes,  one  gleam  of  heaven  siiiues 
Uj»on  the  ghastly  phalanxes,  along  the  ragged  lines, 
And  eyes  grown  dim  with  watching    are    lit    with 

courage  new, 
They've  lu^ard  the  tramp  of  comrades,  with  the  Red, 
"the  White,  the  Blue. 

5  O  comr.ades  of  the  prison,  ye  have  not  died  in  vain. 
For  lo  !  the  march  of  harvests  where  war  has  trod  the 

|)lain ! 
And  lol  thebreathof  lilies  and  of  rose  beyond  compare. 
And  the  sound  of  children  chanting  where  the  cannon 

rent  the  air ! 
We  clasp  our  hands  above  you,  with  tearful  hearts  to- 
day. 
Your  brothers  who  have  worn  the  blue,  your  brothers 

of  the  gray ; 
Our  hearts  are  one  forever,  whatever  men  may  do. 
And  over  all  the  glory  of  the  Red,  the  White,  the  Blue. 

6  Ah  !  not  in  strife,  or  anger,  or  idle  grief  we  come, 
With  thrill  and  throb  of  bugle,  with  clamor  of  the 

drum  : 
We've  heard  the  wings  of  healing  above  the  war's 

surcease. 
And  lo  !  the  Great  Commander  has  set  the  watchword, 

"  Peace  !  " 
Peace,  to  the  free-born  millions  who  live  to  do  and 

dare. 
Peace,  in  each  brave  endeavor,  in  whatever  lot  they 

share ! 
Above,  the  triune  colors,  so  dear  to  me  and  you, 
The  splendid  flower  that  Freedom  guards,  the  Red, 

the  White,  the  Blue. 

KATE  BROWNLKE  SHERWOOD,   1884. 

Prcsiilcnt  National  Woman's  Relief  Corps,  1885. 

"OUR    UNFORGOTTEN    DEAD." 

BEAU   OX   DECOHATION   DAY.      HABTFOKD,  CONN.,    1SS3. 

1  In  every  loyal  state  to-daj', 

Down  dusty  city-street  and  sha<ly  village-way. 
With  martial  tread  they  learned  so  long  ago, 
With  floating  flags,  with  music,  soft  and  low, 
With  fragrant  blossoms  of  the  spring, 
With  every  tribute  love  can  bring. 
They  come,  our  living  veterans  come, 
And  lay  their  offerings  at  the  feet 
Of  our  dead  heroes  sleeping  sweet, 
After  the  noise  and  the  battle's  heat, 
Eaeh  in  iiis  silent  gra.ssy  home. 

2  "  Our  unforgotten  dead  I  " 

Could  l)etter,  nobler  words  be  said. 

Could  grander,  deeper  book  be  read. 

Than  this  iuiinortal  story  that  we  all  love  so, 


This  spotless  record  of  those  lives  of  twenty  years  ago? 
The  scene  before  us  chauges.     The  Past  has  come 

again. 
And  all  these  gallant  comrades  that  now  so  still  are 

lain, 
Are  j)ressihg  on  beside  vou,  with  brave  hearts  beating 

high. 
Are  pressing  on  beside  you,  to  conquer  or  to  die  ; 
You  can  see  them  marching  onward,  scorning  every 

thought  of  fear. 
You  can  see  their  earnest  faces,  and  their  ringing  words 

of  cheer. 
In    the   thickest,   blackest  conflict,   once  again  you 

plainly  hear  ; 
Father,  mother,  children,  wife, 
Everything  you  hold  most  dear. 
Everything  most  cherished  here. 
You  are  leaving,  while  the  fife. 

The  drum  and  trumpet  call  you  onward  to  the  fray, 
Loudly  call  the  brave  "  Blue"  southward, 
There  to  meet  the  ranks  of  graj'. 
Through  the  long  and  weary  marches, 
Where  the  smoke  of  cannon  rolled, 
Through  the  dreary  midnight  watches, 
In  the  bitter,  bitter  cold. 
In  the  thickest  of  the  battle, 
In  the  storm  of  shot  and  shell, 
One  by  one  your  comrades  left  you. 
On  the  field  of  glory  felL 
Many  a  silent  prayer  you  uttered. 
Many  a  bitter  tear  you  shed, 
As  you  hurried  on  and  left  them 
In  the  columns  of  the  dead. 
In  the  burning,  southern  sunlight. 
Brave  and  steadfast,  on  30U  went. 
Through  the  rattling  rain  of  bullets. 
From  the  rebel  muskets  sent, 
'Till  the  battles  all  were  over, 
'Till  the  cruel  war  did  cease, 
"Till  beside  the  wreath  of  laurel, 

Lav  the  olive  wreath  of  peace. 
*  *  *  *  *  * 

3  "  Our  unforgotten  dead  !  " 
Yes,  again  to-day  you're  coming 
As  you  oft  have  come  before, 
On  death's  still  and  silent  camjvground, 
You  have  met  again  once  more  ; 
Every  year  your  ranks  grow  thinner, 
And  a  few  more  tents  are  spread, 
Every  year  a  new  flag  floateth, 
In  this  city  of  the  dead. 
As  you  place  your  snowy  garlands 
On  the  waving  grass  to-<lay. 
Do  you  think  of  those  brave  brothers. 
Lying  many  miles  away  ? 
On  the  banks  of  every  river. 
Where  the  southern  sunlight  gleams. 
In  the  field  and  tangled  wild-wood, 
By  the  lonely  lakes  and  streams. 
Where  the  white  magnolia  blossoms, 


MISCELLANEOUS  DEPARTMENT.    PATRIOTIC.    MEMORIAL  OR  DECORATION  DAY 


iLi 


4  On  the  CuroUna  coast, 

Wliert!  the  holly  diops  its  berries 
III  a  ruhvs  shiiiiiij^  host, 
Whi-re  tlu;  coltuu  slieds  its  whiteness, 
Where  the  long,  gray  mosses  creep, 
Where  the  piiies  are  dirges  chauting, 
There  our  uiiforgottea  sleep. 

5  "  Our  uti  forgotten  dead  !  " 

They  know  uot  your  tears  are  falling, 

They  see  not  the  Howers  you  bring, 

They  wake  not,  though  drums  are  calling. 

They  hear  not  the  songs  you  sing ; 

After  life's  battle,  they're  quietly  sleeping, 

Eyes  close.l  forever  and  hands  at  rest. 

While  a  loving  watch  you  are  faithfully  keeping, 

Over  them,  bravest,  noblest,  and  best. 

In  the  fading  light,  at  the  day's  declining, 

Marching  away,  you  will  leave  theiu  alone, 

Alone,  with  the  starn  above  them  shining. 

Alone,  with  the  night  wind's  dreary   moan; 

But  every  garland  tiiat  you  have  been  twining, 

Everv  word  vou  have  s|M)ken  to-day. 

Is  a  niessago"of  love  that  you  have  l)ecn  signing 

With  vour"uame,  aud  one  that  will  last  alway. 

CARIlIt   I.    BIKIBKY. 

Hertford,  Conu.,  May  30,  1883. 


351rs.  (fmnu  0:.  (Orniiiorff 

H«  mn  «Tcr.n»dy  anrt  gi«c«M)  pen.  She  I.  »  t«7  <«nie»t  worker  In 
DUinr  «.«»!  c»UM*.  «ipcci»lly  Uuit  of  Um|«^n«.  Fr.r  two  y.-ani  l««t. 
•he  hx,  Wn  the  Me  ....1  cfflcl.nt  ,.r.-M.nt  nf  the  Tl>irt.-.nth  PUtriot 
of  the  lUluol.  Woinant  ChrUtljui  Tcuip<T»ncc  Uulon.    Sept.  1885. 

BRING    FLOWERS. 

BUNG     ON    DFXORATIO.N    DAY   IN    DKLAVAN,    ILL.,    1871. 

1  The  nation  hath  said, 
'•  For  the  heroes  that  bled. 
That  the  union  might  never  b«^  severed — 
On  their  graves,  in  the  May, 
Let  us  teinlerly  lay 
Th.'  blossoms  affection  "hath  gathered." 
Chorus— Then  flowers  bring, 
And  praise.s  sing. 
And  echoes  ring, 
W'ith  the  story 
Of  heroes  brave 
Who  freely  gave 
Their  lives   to  save 
Their  country's  glory. 
2  The  deeds  they  have  done. 
And  the  name  tliey  have  won. 
Our  grateful  hearts  clierish  with  fervor ; 
So  an  offering  we  bring 
Of  the  bright  flowers  of  spring, 
And  well  sing  of  our  heroes  forever. 

uiMA  K.  oamtpoarF. 


FOR    FREEDOMS   SAKE. 

1  O  Wind  I     If  thou  .should  find  a  grave, 

Hv  every  human  love  forgot, 
Wiiere  sleeps  some  lonely  boldier  brave, 

Sigh  .softly  o'er  the  spot. 
Hustle  the  wild,  long  gra.sMS  there. 

And  through  thy  chanibirs  viust  awake 
The  echoes  of  his   i)arting  jirayur 

Who  died  for  Freedom's  .-.ake. 

2  O  Hird  !     Your  morning  mass  sing  there — 

There,  in  the  dawning  gray  and  dim  ; 
And  in  the  gloaming  still  and  fair 

Sing  there  your  vesjH'r  hymn. 
Over  that  uiiremembered  grave 

A  sweet  memorial  service  make  ; 
It  is  a  soldier'.s,  true  and  brave, 

Who  died  for  Freedom's  sake. 

8  O  Asphoilel  anil  Flowering  Vine  ! 

O  lair  Wild  lioses,  white  and  red! 
In  the  long  gras.ses  intertwine 

A  garlantl  for  the  dead. 
With  tears  of  dew  at  dawning  dim 

Your  saddest,  sweete^t  offering  make ; 
For  flowers  may  weep  and  die  for  him 

Who  died  for  Freedom's  sake. 

4  Take  roses  in  both  hands,  and  strew 

The  graves  of  iho^e  to  huiior  known  ; 
But  oh  !  one  tender  thought  is  due 

To  him  who  died  alone  ! 
Alone,  with  none  but  (kmI  to  see 

The  young,  brave  soul  his  Itoiulage  bn'ak  ; 
And  yet  he  fought  for  Liberty, 

And  died  for  Freedom's  sake  ! 

AMELIA    K.    BARK. 

C'omwmll-OD-tbc-llu>U>u,  ISSSw 


THE    UNION    ARMY. 

A     MEMORIAL   DAY     TKIIRTK. 

1  Like  some  stupendous  elm  tree 

The  I'nion  army  stands  ; 
It.s  branches  wave  o'er  many  a  grave — 

The  irraves  that  link  two  lands  ; 
It  >.|ire:ideth  North,  it  -.preadelh  .South, 

It  spreadeth  Fast  and  West; 
It  hangs  o'er  the  cannon's  silent  mouth. 

Where  a  binl  might  buihl  her  iiesU 

2  But  the  old  limbs  of  this  monarch 

Are  dropping  <1ay  by  day  : 
Bv  battles  scarre<l,  niiil  by  Time's  srytho  marred, 

Thev  an'  falling  fast  away. 
The  IxiughM  that  In.re  us  the  fruit  of  jwace. 

That  sheltered  us  through  war's  night, 
Frum  the  grand  old  tree  are  breaking  free 

And  dying  in  our  sigliU 


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WOAfAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


4)  We  know  there  are  strong  young  branches, 

All  full  of  the  sap  of  life, 
Bui  each  olil  l)ou;;li  that  is  drooping  now 

(irew  dear  throuirh  a  nation's  strife. 
AVe  feel  new  pity  and  love;  and  pride 

For  the  loyal  boys  in  blue, 
As  the  ranks  close  in  and  the  lines  grow  thin, 

And  graves  crowd  fast  on  our  view. 

4  Thrice  beautiful  and  sacred 

He  this  M(;morial  Day, 
When  the  warriors  true,  who  wore  the  blue, 

Are  all  of  them  wearing  the  gray. 
Wearing  the  gray  in  their  whitened  locks, 

As  with  steady,  martial  tread 
They  follow  the  ranks  on  mystic  banks. 

And  go  marching  down  to  the  dead. 

5  Scatter  the  floral  tributes 

Over  the  thickening  graves. 
On  the  sun-kissed  air,  unstained  and  fair, 

Our  splendid  banner  waves. 
Fieedom  grows  well  in  our  countr3''s  soil. 

Behold  how  it  blooms  and  thrives. 
But  we  nmst  not  forget  that  its  roots  were  wet 

With  the  blood  of  a  million  lives. 

ELLA  WHEELER   'WILCOX. 

MeridcD,  Ct.,  May  27. 


PASSING    AWAY. 

1  Passing  away  ;  passing  away  ; 

The  sweet  Summer  roses  are  passing  away ; 
Their  beauty  is  wasted,  their  fragrance  has  fled. 
And  with'ring  may  lie  in  their  dani|i,  lowly  bed ; 
And  fair,  dewy  morns  in  tlieir  splendor  will  rise, 
The  pale  stars  glow  soft  in  the  evening's  clear  skies  ; 
The  cooling  dew  fall,  and  the  musical  rain. 
But  these  roses  will  brighten,  ah,  never  again  ! 

2  Passing  away  ;  passmg  away  ; 

Bright    hopes    of    my    youth — how    they're    passing 

away, 
With  the  beautiful  visions  that  gladden  my  eyes 
By  daytime  and  nighttime,  as  sunlight  the  skies  ! 
Oh  I  hope  may  come  back  to  my  sorrowful  heart ; 
Bright   dreams    from   their   long-silent  chambers  may 

start, 
But  those  of  my  youth  I  may  woo  all  in  vain, 
For  they  ne'er  will  return  to  their  beauty  again ! 

3  Passing  away  ;  passing  away  ; 

Friends  I  have  loved — how  they're  passing  away ! 

I  have  watched   them  go  down   to   that  cold,    solemn 

tide. 
While    the    pale,  silent   boatman    kept    close    to    their 

side  ; 
l'v(?  caught  the  dull  dip  of  their  deep,  muflled  oar. 
As  lie  bore  them  away  to  that  echoless  shore  ! 
Ami  my  lieart  cryith  out  in  its  desolate   pain, 
But  they  ne'er  will  return  to  bless  me  again  ! 


4  Passing  away  ;  passing  away  ; 
Yet  I  know  of  a  land  where  there  is  no  decay. 
Where  the    balmy    air's    tilled    with    the    richest   per- 
fume 
From     sweet,    fragrant     flowers,     and    fadeless    their 

bloom  ; 
Where  the  soul  never  grieves  as  it  doth  here  below, 
O'er  fair,  vanished  dreams,  o'er  hope's  fitful  glow, 
Where  linked  and  forever  is  love's  golden  chain. 
And  parting  words  chill  us.     Oh  I  never  again  ! 

MK8-  BUUUP  SIMPSON. 

f)ann;il]  ^Porc 

1745-1833. 

Hannah  More  was  the  daughter  of  Jacob  More,  a  village  schoolmaater 
at  StapletOD,  in  Gloucestershire,  Eugland,  where  she  was  born  iu  1745. 
Her  father,  gave  her  the  ruditucnts  of  a  classical  education,  which  she 
fiuished  at  her  sister's  boardiug  school  in  BristoL 

When  seventeen  she  pubUshed  her  first  work,  a  pastoral  drama,  "The 
Search  after  Happiness."  She  was  ergaced  to  be  married  to  an  elderly 
gentleman  of  fortune,  who  did  not  marry  her,  but  gave  her  an  annuity 
for  life,  and  £1000  at  bis  death.  With  these  means  she  was  able  to  pur- 
sue a  literary  career  at  London,  until  a  sense  of  religious  duty  caused 
her  to  leave  the  metropolis,  and  reside  near  Bristol  with  her  sisters. 
She  occupied  herself  with  writing  very  useful  works  and  tracts.  "The 
Shepherd  of  Salisbury  Plain  "  had  soon  a  sale  of  a  uiil1i(in  of  copies. 

For  nearly  seventy  years  she  continued  her  llterarj' career.  She  wrote 
many  secular,  and  numerous  sacred  tragedies.  Among  the  latter  are 
"Florio."  "The  Bas  Bleu,"  "Sensibility."  and  "Sir  Edward  of  the  Browne." 
The  celebrated  Dr.  Johnson,  of  England,  considered  her  the  best  wo- 
man poet  of  her  generatiou.  From  one  of  her  sacre<l  dramas  entitled, 
"  Daniel,"  the  following  speech  of  Daniel  on  being  condemned  to  death. 
Is  selected.    She  died  Sept.  7,  1833. 

AND    WHAT    IS    DEATH? 

And  what  is  death,  my  friend,  that  I  should  fear  it  ? 

To  die  !   why  't  is  to  triumph  ;  'tis  to  join 

The  great  assembly  of  the  good  and  just : 

Immortal  worthies,  heroes,  prophets,  saints  ! 

Oh  I  't  is  to  join  the  band  of  holy  men. 

Made  perfect  by  their  sufferings  !     'T  is  to  meet 

ISIy  great  progenitors  ;  't  is  to  behold 

The  illustrious  patriarchs  ;  tliey  with  whom  the  Loixl 

Deign'd  hold  familiar  converse  !  'Tis  to  see 

Bless'd  Noah  and  his  children  :  once  a  world. 

'Tis  to  behold  (O  rapture  to  conceive  !) 

Those  we  have  known,  and  loved,  and  lost  below  : 

Behold  Azariah  and  the  band  of  brothers 

Who  sought  in  bloom  of  youth  the  scorching  flames  ! 

Nor  shall  we  see  heroic  men  alone. 

Champions  who  fought  the  fight  of  faith  on  earth ; 

But  heavenly  coiupierors,  angelic  hosts, 

Michael  and  his  bright  legions  who  subdued 

The  foes  of  Truth  !  To  join  their  blest  employ 

Of  love  and  praise  !     To  the  high  melodies 

Of  choirs  celestial  to  attune  my  voice, 

.Accordant  to  the  golden  harps  of  saints  ! 

To  join  in  blest  hosannas  to  their  being ! 

Whose  face  to  see,  whose  glory  to  behold. 

Alone  were  heaven,  though  saint  or  serajih  none 

Should  meet  our  si^ht,  and  only  God  were  there! 

This  is  to  die  !     Who  would  not  die  for  this  ? 

Who  would  not  die  that  he  might  live  forever  ? 

HANNAU   MORE 


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THE   TWO    LEGACIES. 

1  Wlmt  do  wo  k'iivo  to  our  Ixloved  ? 
A  litllt;  (Jolil,  all  htaiiud  willi  tearH, 
Ami  gained  with  toil  of  bitter  \  tars, 
And  kept  with  constant  care  und  tears — 

2  A  Home,  whoso  every  room  doth  know 
Tiu!  sounds  of  mort;d  i>ain  and  W(k;  ; 
Wliere  dcatli  hath  freedom  to  and  fro^ 

3  Some  pleasant  Acres,  where  witli  toil 
IJrigiit  flowers  will  beautify  the  soil ; 
To  be  of  frost  an<l  storm  the  spoil — 

4  And  with  it  all,  perchance,  a  Name, 
High  written  in  the  roll  of  Fame  ; 
Which  our  dcstendanls  soil  and  slain. 

5  A  common  (4rave,  which  none  may  shun, 
The  end  of  all — the  earthly  sum 

Of  all  that's  done  b«-nealh  the  sun. 
G   What  did  Christ  leave  to  His  belov«"d? 
His  Word,  the  surest,  plainest  guide  ; 


His  certain  Promise  to  provide 
For  every  want  that  can  betide — 

7  The  sweetness  of   His  Love  untold, 
'Ihat  nothing  good  can  e'er  withhold, 
And  in  His  heart  our  griefs  doili  fold — 

8  His  Peace,  an  angel  unconfesKed, 
That  br»)0«leth  o'er  the  troubled  bre;iftt 
Till  all  is  trantpiil,  uilm,  and  rest — 

9  The  Comforter,  who  stills  our  sighs, 
Anil  wi|M's  the  tears  from  weeping  eyes, 
And  wliisjH-rs  ho|K,'s  of   Paradise — 

10  The  parting  wonls  at  liethany, 
The  IJlessing  and  the  verity 

Of  "  where  I  am,  there  shall  ye  be." 

11  O  sweetest  Christ  I     Hear  Thou  my  prayer, 
Of   Ix'gai'V  HO  grand  and  fair 

Make  me  inheritor  and  heir. 


THE  DARK  SHALL  BE  MADE  LIGHT. 


MARIAN. 


(Bettor  u  Solo  and  Chonu.) 


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then,  thou  anx  -    ions  soul.    Tho'    oft       with    woa  -  ry     fei-t.         For       joy      ami  pt-art*  uliall 


forms  are     hov  -  'ring  near,     To     guide     us 


And     Wilis  -  per      in     our 


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shades   a  -  w:iy,    And  makes   an       end      of  niv;lil. 

ctown  your  life.    And     all      thy      rest    be         sweet, 
list  -  'ning  ear,  "The    dark   shall  be     made     light  I" 


The      dark    shall     be     made     light,. 


Tho 


made  light. 


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lall    bfl^made      light Whcnmom-Ing     drives  the  sha<le5a-way,  And  makes  an    end     of    night.... 


dark   shall    be 


made  llifht, 
rium  '  U»a  CtwcT.'  edited  by  r^(.  T   M.uViu  I.  •  ut  ud  Plvf.  J.  M. : 


77S 


WOAfXy  IN  SACRED  sojfro. 


I    PASS  THIS   WAY   BUT  ONCE. 


1     'I'll is  wav 


Wlu're  sweet-breathed  violets  usher  in  the  Spring, 
Where  Suinincr  roses  sj)iey  fragrance  bring, 
Where  iVntuiiin  blooms  in  richest  colors  blend, 
Where  Winter's  snow}'  robes  their  beauty  lend, 
I  pass  this  way  but  once! 

2  This  way  ! 

Where  melting  love  looks  out  from  beaming  eyes, 
Where  Sorrow's  sympathy  brings  glad  surprise, 
Where  mothers  with  full  souls  their  children  press, 
Where  little  hearts  give  back  the  fond  caress, 
I  pass  this  way  but  once  1 

3  This  way  ! 

Where  joy,  the  purest,  richest,  most  sincere, 
Is  soonest  followed  by  the  scalding  tear  ; 
Where  the  warm  crimson  tide  a  breath  may  chill, 
Where  swift  disease  the  rapid  pulse  may  still, 
I  pass  this  way  but  once  ' 

4  This  way  ! 

Where  "  silent  cities  "  ever  grow  apace, 
lieside  each  noisy  town  whose  beauty,  grace 
And  strength  are  taxed  the  noiseless  growth  to  aid, 
With  stern  demand  that  may  not  be  gainsayed, 
I  pass  this  way  but  once  ! 

5  This  way  ! 

Whore  words  of  tenderness  may  prove  a  balm. 
Where  look  of  love  the  grief-iosscd  heart  may  calm, 
Where  'neath  the  Rock  the  sin-sick  soul  may  hide. 
Where  prayer  the  gate  of  pearl  throws  open  wide, 
I  pass  this  way  but  once  ! 

6  This  way  ! 

Where  pilgrim  steps  may  never  backward  turn  ; 
Sweet  friends,  shall  not  our  souls  within  us  burn 
To  scatter,  as  we  go,  what  good  we  may. 
And  lay  up  treasures  for  a  brighter  day  ? 
We  pass  this  way  but  once  ! 

JULIA  p.  BALLARD, 
In  "The  Scarlet  Oiik." 

THE    BEAUTIFUL    LAND. 

1  Speak  to  me  of  the  beautiful  land, 
Speak  to  me  of  the  heaveidy  strand  ; 
Of  white  sails  lit  with  a  softer  glow 
Than  moonlight  falling  on  wreaths  of  snow  ; 
Of  streams  that  flow  over  pearly  beds, 
Where  graceful  willows  bend  their  heads ; 
Speak  to  me  of  the  heavenly  strand — 
Speak  to  me  of  the  beautiful  land. 

2  Speak  to  me  of  the  fruits  most  rare. 
That  blush  and  ripen  in  purer  air 

Than  is  wafted  here  from  our  sweetest  groves  ; 

Speak  of  the  angel  band  that  roves 

Under  the  arbors  down  by  the  sea; 

Waft  some  iieavenly  strains  to  me, 

A  lonely  child  on  Time's  dark  shore ; 

AVaft  some  exquisite  music  o'er  ; 

Sid'ak  to  m«  of  the  angid-band, 

Speak  to  mc  of  the  beautiful  laud. 


3  Speak  to  me  of  their  endless  joys, 
Speak  to  me  of  their  sweet  employs  ; 

Of  the  tree  of  knowledge  with  no  dark  blight, 
No  chilling  frost  and  no  wintry  night ; 
Of  the  One  who  has  died  my  soul  to  save, 
Of  the  mother  who  lives  beyond  the  grave ; 
Lives,  and  watches  and  waits  for  me, 
Under  the  arbors  down  by  the  sea  ; 
Perchance  she  is  waving  now  her  hand, 
Beckoning  me  to  the  beautiful  land. 

4  Shadowy  boatman,  I  fear  thee  not ; 
Come  to  me  from  the  unseen  grot. 
Nearer  and  nearer  he  comes  each  day. 
It  cannot  be  he  is  far  away; 

I  can  almost  see — I  can  almost  see 

Death's  shadowy  boatman  coming  for  me. 

On  the  storm-lashed  shore, where  the  throng  is  great, 

Every  evening  I  stand  and  wait ; 

Wait  for  the  boatman  to  reach  the  strand. 

And  bear  me  hence  to  the  beautiful  land. 

BATTIE    M.   FOOTK. 

From  "Eockford  Semtiuury  Magazine,"  1873. 
THE    LAND    O'    THE    LEAL. 

1  I'm  wearin'  awa',  John, 

Like  snaw-wreaths  in  thaw,  Jolin  ; 
I'm  wearin'  awa' 

To  the  Land  o'  the  Leal. 
There's  nae  sorrow  there,  John, 

There's  neither  cauld  nor  care,  John, 
The  day's  aye  fair 

I'  the  Land  o'  the  Leal. 

2  You've  been  leal  an'  true,  John, 

Your  task's  ended  noo,  John  ; 
And  I'll  welcome  you 

To  the  Land  o'  the  Leal. 
Then  dry  your  tearfu'  e'e,  John, 

My  soul  langs  to  be  free,  John, 
And  angels  beckon  me 

To  the  Land  o'  the  Leal. 

3  Our  bonnie  bairn's  there,  John, 

She  was  baith  gude  an'  fair,  .lolm  ; 
And  Oh  !  we  gruilged  her  sair 

To  the  Lan<l  o'  the  Leal ! 
But  sorrow's  sel'  wears  past,  John, 

And  joys  are  comin'  fast,  John, 
The  joy  that's  aye  to  last 

I'  the  Laud  o'  the  Leal. 

4  Our  friends  are  a'  gane,  .John, 

We've  lang  been  left  alane,  John 
We'll  a'  meet  again 

r  the  Land  o'  the  Leal. 
Then  fare-ye-well,  my  ain  John, 

This  world's  care's  very  vain,  .John, 
We'll  meet  and  aye  be  fain 

I'  the  Land  o'  the  Leal. 

LAbV  NAIRN. 


MISCELLANEOUS.    CRUMBS  OF  COMFORT.    THOUGHTS  OF  LIFE'S  EVENINO  HOURS. 


779 


MY    LESSON. 

There  was  a  time  in  wliicii  I  did  not  know 
The  blessedness  of  sorrow,  nor  could  see 
How  that  druad  cup  proof  of  (huNt's  love  couKl  be, 

Nor  why  He  ;;ives  because!  He  loves  us  so. 

I  was  inipaliciit,  and  t<j  learn  was  slow  ; 
And  ytt,  this  lisson  He  has  tauj^lit  to  mo, 
VVatciruii,',  until  I  learned  the  mystery  ; — 

With  tenderest  care,  while  I  lay  faint  and  low, 

When  faded  from  me  every  earthly  thinj;, 

Throuijh  tilt!  loni;  darkness  He  was  close  beside, 
'T  was  to  Him  only  1  could  call  and  cling, 

'Twas  on  His  love  alone  that  I  relieil, — 

That  wondrous  love  no  mortal  e'er  can  sing 
Or  know,  who  has  not  sull'ercd  by  His  side. 

I.LEANOK    A.    IICNTEB. 
In  "8.  8.  Tlmia,* 

NO    DEATH. 

I  cannot  prove  it,  but  pray  tell  me,  friend, 
What  woidil  you  think  of  any  artist,  who 
Should  work  with  p:itient  hand  and  impulse  true 

To  paint  jjreat  pictures,  and,  the  happy  »Mid 

Attained,  one  cjuick  stroni;  blow  should  lend, 

Kendin;;  the  speaking  canvas  through  and  through? 

I  cannot  prove  it ;  but  what  would  you  say 
Of  one,  who,  looking  on  the  marble,  sees 
Tlu!  angel  hidden  there,  and  by  (legrees, 

Works  till  it  also  sees  the  light  of  day, 

Then  strikes  against  his  perfect  carven  thought. 
Against  the  wonder  his  own  hands  have  wrought — 

F()rev(!r  laying  all  its  beauty  low? 

Shall  God  do  worse  than  this  ?     Nay,  friend,  not  so. 

CARU>TT*   rillllY. 

MUoaukn-.  1884. 

In  a  letter  fn)m  the  author  of  the  followlnir  poom,  viitten  daring  tho 
•iiniiiKT  of  1884  whIU-  ii|i<<iiiliiii;  thr  ncaaon  at(  k-caii  (JrnTi'.  «h«'  «»>••  ;  "  I 
bari'  Iwcii  U-iUiiiiiu  IcMoim  (or  inyiH.-lf,  lately,  (roiii  aluily  tU'af  to  oiit- 
wanl  thlnits.  but  womlerfullv  taught  o(  (IihI.  I  call  brr  mjr  '  arrr'.  iha 
wean  ao  thin  a  tvU  of  flrsh,  ami  x'vsaiiiritual  thlngami  clearly.  She  t«lli 
mc,  III  rcifaril  to  my  art  II  •u|>|«>m  you  know  my  vocation  I*  iiol 
rrrw  niakiiin.  but  jiielHrt  niaklngl,  that  (!o<l  can  ito  woiub'rx  tlmmjcb  tba 
ptunlvx  band  that  He  alll  atrvtcb  forth  Ilia  luuiil  thrMmh  our*.-  if  we 
let  Him  Ui  work  In  tbliiK*  little  anil  great.  an<l  the  |Mwer  of  I.,/,  will 
\>v  felt  in  ami  through  them.  '  But'  -«he  uliU  '  we  mu»t  holil  a«  allll 
aa  ilenth.  t<i  let  Mini  work  '  I  ho|ie  He  la  doing  thia  wotk  for  yim.  and 
that  yuu  are  bearing  no  burUeua  In  it,  feeling  no  fear  a*  to  rcaulta." 
Cordially  yoiira. 

Makv  a.  Latmiii-rt. 
Ooeaa  Urure,  July,  1881. 

ASPIRATION. 
1  Wings  !   wings  I 

To  leave  the  level  of  earthly  things  ; 
The  ilust  of  the  nniler-worlil  ;  the  din 
Of  law  and  logic  ;   the  ghost  of  sin  ; 
The  eyes  of  pri.soners  at  the  jirale  ; 
The  voice  of  Iwggars  bcsiflc  the  gate  ; 
Tln>  sense  of  something  averse  to  go<xl — 
A  warped  intention — a  vicious  nmod 
In  the  face  of  naturt^ ;  n  ."tense  more  keen 
O.  lapse,  and  break.ige.  and  death  witliin  ; 
The  self  that  stifles,  and  clings  and  slings; 
Wings  I  wings  ! 


Wings  !  wings ! 
To  touch  the  hem  of  the  veil  that  sningH, 
As  movetl  by  the  breath  of  (IimI,  iRiweeii 
The  world  of  sense  and  the  worM  unseen  ; 
To  swoon  where  the  mystic  folds  divide, 
And  wake  a  child,  on  the  other  side  ! 
To  wake  and  wonder  if  it  be  so, 
And  weep  for  jov  at  the  loss  of  woo  ; 
To  know  the  seeker  is  s(»ught  and  found  ; 
To  lind  Love's  being,  but  not  his  lH)und  ; 
Oh  I  for  the  living  that  dying  brings! 


Wings  I  wings  I 


MAitr  A.  LAmni-iir. 

Id  "  ChrUtiao  Uukm.-  MM. 


JJIrs.  (f^monb,  nrc  (TirrtiT, 

Waa  hnm  In  Brookllnr,  Maaa.  Hhe  waa  married  at  ninetcrn.  artd 
mill  after  niaile  a  tour  of  ttiu  mnat  iulcrvatlng  onuntrles  uf  Furii|ie. 
On  Iter  return  ahe  publl«lieil  a  rolume  entitlnt  "The  Broken  Vuw,  aud 
other  roeuiv"  nemrly  all  of  which  were  written  lietween  the  a^ts  ot 
fourU-en  and  eliihtven.  They  are  all  dictated  by  a  truly  (lurlatian  ({ilfft. 
antt  many  of  them  are  quite  meritnrloua  for  one  ao  young.  The  odc  be- 
low wma  written  alinut  1848,  wbeo  ahe  waa  not  mare  than  itTentei  or 
eiKbteea  yean  o(  ace, 

WHEN    IS   THE   TIME   TO    DIE? 

1  I  asked  a  glad  and  happy  child. 

Whose  hands  were  fill'd  with  flowers. 
Whose  silvery  laugh  rang  free  and  wild. 

Among  the  vine-wreathe<l  l>owers, 
I  cross'd  her  sunny  |>ath  ami  cried, 

"When  is  the  time  to  die  ?  " 
"  Not  yet !  not  yet !  "  the  child  replie<l. 

And  swiftly  boundefl  by. 

2  I  ask'fl  a  maiden  ;  hack  sht;  flung 

The  tresses  of  her  hair ; 
A  whisj)er'd  name  was  on  her  tongue. 

Whose  memory  bover'il  tln-re. 
A  (lush  |i:iss'd  «i'er  her  lily  brow, 

I  caught  her  sjtirit's  sigh  . 
"  Not,  not,"  she  crieil.  "  Oli  I   no.  not  now  ! 

Youth  is  no  time  to  die." 
8  I  nsk'd  a  motlier,  as  she  prest 

Her  tirst-l)orn  in  her  arms. 
As  gently  on  lier  temhr  bn-ast 

She  hiish'd  her  balM>'s  alarms. 
In  tpuvering  tones  her  answi-r  came. 

Her  eyes  wer«»  dim  with  tears. 
"My  Uiy  his  mother's  life  must  rinim. 

For  many,  many  years  !  " 
4   I  <piestion'd  one  in  manhoo<r»  prime. 

Of  proud  anci  fearle.'i.s  air. 
His  brow  wa.s  fnrn»w'tl  not  by  time. 

Or  dimm'd  bv  wo<>  and  r:\Tf\ 
In  angry  nccentd  he  rvplie<l. — 

And  gleam'il  with  scorn  liis  eye. 
"Talk  not  to  me  of  death,"  he  cried, 

"For  only  age  bhould  die." 


780 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


5  I  qiiosfion'd  Age  ;  for  him,  the  tomb 

H;ul  long  beeu  all  prepan^d, 
But  tloatli,  wlio  withers  youtii  and  bloom, 

This  man  of  years  liad  spared. 
Oucu  more  his  nature's  dying  Hre 

Klasli'd  high,  as  llms  lie  eried  : 
"  Life,  only  life,  is  my  desire  !  " 

Then  gasped  and  groaned  and  died. 

6  I  ask'd  a  Christian — "Answer  thou 

When  is  the  hour  of  death  ;  " 
A  holy  calm  was  ou  his  brow, 

And  peaceful  was  his  breath  ; 
And  sweetly  o'er  his  features  stole 

A  smile,  a  light  divine  ; 
He  spoke  the  language  of  his  soul, 

"  My  Master's  time  is  mine !  " 

AMANDA  U.   EDMOND. 

|;mns  ^ristoll  MMtt 

Was  born  about  the  year  1859,  and  died  In  1883.  making  her  about  24 
years  of  age  at  the  time  of  her  departm-e.  Her  life  was  passed  'aliuost 
entirely  in  the  city  of  Milwauliee.  Wis.,  where  her  universal  talents  did 
not  fail  to  bring  her  mto  recognition  and  distinction.  She  was  slight  in 
figure,  but  attractive  in  face,  form  and  manner,  and  her  e.xquisite  voice 
was  pronouuCL-d  rich  and  powerful.  Her  townspeople  say  of  her  that 
she  knew  how  to  sing  and  what  to  sing.  She  was  a  member  of  the  Epis- 
copal Church,  beloved  and  honored.  At  an  early  age  she  had  a  very 
keen  insight  and  appreciation  of  the  best  Uterature,  and  when  but 
twenty  years  of  age  wrote  the  book  notices  for  the  Milwaukee  "  Sen- 
tinal." 

Of  her  poems,  her  biographer  —  Hattie  Tyng  Griswold— saj-s :  "  That 
they  were  rial  poems  by  a  iK)et  whose  songs  gushed  from  the  heart,  no 
one  ever  (luestioned.  They  told  of  love  and  daring,  pain  and  pas.sion, 
struggle  and  unrest;  of  deep  longing  and  questioning  of  the  poet's 
heart,  not  to  be  mistaken.  Here  was  evidently  a  poet  born,  and  not 
made." 

The  following  Is  the  last  poem  she  ever  wrote,  penned  as  she  was  ap- 
proaching the  "shadowy  land,"  as  some  term  it,  but  the  real,  true 
home,  to  all  whose  faith  is  stayed  in  Christ. 

LA   VOYAGEUSE. 

1  The  gray  waves  surge  between  me  and  the  shore 
Of  my  old  world  ;  through  heavy  falling  tears 

I  see  the  land  slip  from  me  evermore — 
The  land  of  sunny  years. 

2  O  summer  skies  !  so  blue  and  bright,  and  fair ; 

O  woods  .song-haunted  !  drowsy,  jilashing  streams  ; 
O  land  where  love  held  roses  red  and  rare  ! 
O  land  of  happy  dreams  I 

3  Farewell,  O  dear  old  world  I  No  more  my  feet 
Shall  treail  thy  paths  in  sunshine  or  in  rain; 
Who  leaves  thy  golden  shores  so  safe,  so  sweet, 

May  not  return  again. 

4  O  strange  new  world  I  near  so  swiftly  now, 
What  harbor  dost  thou  olfer  me  and  mine— - 
A  hungry  bay  with  cliffs  of  frowning  brow  ? 

Or  isles  divine  ? 

5  T  keep  my  level  eyes  across  the  waste 

Of  hfaviiig  waters,  with  a  heart  grown  calm; 
lu  all  liff's  |>itc(>us  sacrilice  and  haste 
Love  holds  a  balm. 


6  O  dear  lost  love !  O  new  love  yet  too  strange 
For  lawful  kiss!  walk  with  me  wraith  and  form; 
Somewhere  I  may  descry  in  this  sad  change, 
Stars  in  the  storm. 


rANNT  DKI8COLL  WHITE,  1883. 


IF    WE    HAD    BUT    A    DAY. 

We  should  fill  the  hours  with  the  sweetest  things, 

If  we  had  but  a  day  ; 
We  should  drink  alone  at  the  purest  springs 

In  our  upward  way  ; 
We  should  love  with  a  life-tim's  love  in  an  hour, 

If  the  hours  were  few  ; 
We  should  rest,  not  for  dreams,  but  for  fresher  power 

To  be  and  to  do. 

We  should  guide  our  wayward  or  wearied  wills 

By  the  clearest  light ; 
We  should  keep  our  eyes  on  the  heavenly  hills, 

If  they  lay  in  sight. 
We  should  trample  the  pride  and  the  discontent 

Beneath  our  feet ; 
We  should  take  whatever  a  good  God  sent, 

With  a  trust  complete. 

We  should  waste  no  moments  in  weak  regret. 

If  the  day  were  but  one  ; 
If  what  we  remember  and  what  we  forget 

Went  out  with  the  sun. 
We  should  be  from  our  clamorous  selves  set  free, 

To  work  or  to  pray, 
Ajid  to  be  what  the  Father  would  have  us  be, 

If  we  had  but  a  day. 

MASV  L.  DI'KINSOW. 

In  "Edelweiss." 

New  York.  ISaa. 


ROCK   OF   AGES. 

"  Rock  of  Ages  cleft  for  me," 

Thoughtlessly  the  maiden  sang, 
Fell  the  words  unconsciously 

From  her  girlish,  gleeful  tongue. 
Sung  as  little  children  sing, 

Sung  as  sing  the  birds  in  June  ; 
Fell  the  words  like  light  leaves  sown 

On  the  current  of  the  tune — 
"  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee." 

Felt  her  soul  no  need  to  hide — 
Sweet  the  song  as  song  could  be, 

And  she  had  no  thought  beside ; 
All  the  words  unheedingly 

Fell  from  lips  untouched  by  care. 
Dreaming  not  that  each  might  be, 

On  some  other  lips,  a  prayer — 
"  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me. 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee." 


MISCELLANEOUS.     OUR  DEAD.    (OR  OUR  DEAD  DEPARTED. 


781 


8  "  Rork  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me  " — 

'T  was  a  woman  siiiijLj  tliem  now, 
Pleadingly  and  prayerfully  ; 

Every  word  her  heart  did  know. 
Rose  the  song  as  storm-tossed  bird 

IJeaUs  with  weary  wing  tiie  air; 
Every  note  witii  sorrow  stirred, 

Every  syllable  a  prayer — 
"  lloekof  Ages,  elelt  lor  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  iu  Thee." 

4  "  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me  " — 

Lips  "rown  air(5il  snng  the  hvmn 
Trustingly  and  tenderly. 

Voice  grown  weak  and  eyes  grown  dim. 
"  Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee ;" 

Trt;ml)ling  though  the  voice,  and  low, 
Rose  the  sweet  strain  peacefully 

As  a  river  in  it-s  (l»)W ; 
Sling  as  only  they  can  sing, 

Wiio  life's  thorny  paths  have  pressed  ; 
Sung  as  only  they  can  sing 

Who  behold  the  promised  rest. 

5  "  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me," 

Sung  alx)ve  a  cotrin-Iiil ; 
Underneath,  all  restfuUy. 

All  life's  ciires  and  sorrows  hid. 
Never  more,  O  storm-tossed  soul. 

Never  more  from  wind  or  tide, 
Never  more  from  billows'  roll 

Wilt  thou  need  thyself  to  hide. 
Could  tlie  sightless,  sunken  eyes, 

Closed  beneath  tlie  soft  gray  hair, 
Could  the  mute  and  stiffened  lips. 

Move  again  in  pleading  prayer. 
Still,  ave  still,  the  words  would  be, 

"  Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee." 

KI.I.A    JIACO    MOORt 

(Wife  of  Jnae|ih  K.  M.H>n'.  Kwi.) 
Tbomaftuo,  H» 


A  VIGIL. 

1  All-Snnl's  day  !     "Wliero  have  I  heard  or  read 

An  old-time  legend,  sad  and  sweet. 
That  to-night  return  the  rememlx'red  dead 

And  walk  among  us  with  phantom  feet? 
The  watcher  heecliMl  nor  sigh  nor  sound. 
Hut  till  dawn  is  brciikin:;,  they  throng  around. 

2  Beloved  !     Thou  liast  been  gone  from  me 

A  yejir  and  a  day.     I  will  watch  to-night; 
Mv  door  shall  hv  left  ajar  for  thee  ; 

I  will  brighten  my  fir»^  ami  trim  my  light. 
And.  miisiiiLr  softly  of  other  days. 
Vigil  I'll  keep  by'tlic  midnight  blaze. 


3  Are  there  joys  untold  in  those  realms  al)Ovn 

AVitli  whose  ineaniiig  niortaU   mas   \ainly  coj>o  ? 
Blooinn  there  a  sweeter  rost;  than  love? 

Sings  tiiere  a  happier  bird  than   ho|M-? 
Wius  the  waking  all  that  thy  dreams  tuntold 
Of  the  ])alm  and  palace  and  gat<'8  of  golil  i 

4  Thou  didst  love  me  truly  ;  I  «loubt  it  not. 

To  part  was  bitter  though  silent  pain. 
In  the  far-otV  land  am  I  yet  for;;<it  ? 

Is  mourning  empty  and  memory  vain  ? 
Hark  I    Was  that  a  whisper,  so  soft,  so  near? 
It  is  but  the  sighing  wind  I  hear. 

6  How  fair  to  me  was  thy  fading  face, 

liright  with  a  tender  and  traiKpiil  glow! 
Heaven  had  lent  thee  its  promised  gnu-e, 

A  drawing  rapture  was  on  thy  brow  I 

Thy  smih What  shines  so  within  the  dfxir  ? 

Only  the  moonlight  just  tonciiing  the  floor. 
C   We  were  happy,  love,  in  those  Miminerdays, 

The  days  of  sunshine  so  bright,  so  long; 
Pleiusant  our  walks  by  the  tlowery  ways, 

Sweet  the  communing  by  word  ami  song. 

Listen  I O  melody,  come  once  again  ! 

All  silent !  I  must  have  been  dreaming  then. 

7  I  hear  the  wash  of  the  troublwl  tide 

As  it  breaks  on  the  cold,  unhi-eding  shore ; 
The  elm  trees  grieve  by  the  river  side, 

AikI  the  lonely  |)ines  reply,  "No  morel" 
I^ow  in  the  earth  hangs  the  sUir  of  dawn  : 
Has  the  angel  visitant  come  and  gone  ? 

8  Surely  one  moment  she  stoojied  to  s(>e 

The  light  on  my  hearth,  and  her  glance  was  kind 
Such  pH'sence  veiled  from  our  sight  must  Ik*  ; 

They  are  not  faithless  ihongh  we  are  blind. 
In  the  light  of  the  same  undying  love. 
We  watch  below  and  they  watch  alK)ve. 

ritAKCigi  L.   MACK. 

In  "SatunUjr  Aflenooa.' 


CHANGED. 

1  Dear  faded  eyes  ! 

Ye  were  so  full  of  tears  for  othci^'  sighs  ; 

So  full  of  smiles. 

To  cheer  the  pathway  of  the  weary  miles  ; 

So  full  of  care. 

When  there  was  need  or  danger  anywhere  ; 

Ye  rouhl  not  idly  brook 

One  loveless  look. 

2  Dear  pallid  lips  ! 

From  out  your  p.alencss  now  no  blessing  slips  ; 

Once  ye  were  reil. 

As  yondtT  rose  in  yonder  ganlen,  de.acl. 

Once  ye  would  ojH'n. 

Only  to  let  the  m-ntle  wonl  be  spoken  ; 

How  could  we  let  you  miss 

The  answering  kiss  ? 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  BONO. 


3  Dear  helpless  feet ! 

Once  ye  were  strong  and  firm  and  sure  and  fleet; 

Hciiily  to  niii 

Oil  any  irraiul,  for  sweet  mercy  done  ; 

Koady  to  boar 

The  iieavy  end  of  every  load  of  care  ; 

How  could  we 

Your  failing  footsteps  e'er  unnoticed  see? 

4  Dear  witherod  hands  ! 

Ye  were  so  eager  to  do  love's  commands  ; 

So  skilhid  to  liold 

The  cup  of  blessing  ;  tenderly  enfold 

In  your  embrace 

The  weary  form,  or  cool  the  burning  face  ; 

How  could  we  grasp 

Some  other  hand,  forgetful  of  your  clasp  ? 

5  Eyes  !     Look  not  so  ! 

Give  us  one  glimpse  of  reason,  ere  you  go ; 

Open,  white  lips  ! 

And  give  one  tender  word,  in  death's  eclipse. 

Before  those  feet 

Shall  walk  unfailingly  the  golden  street, 

Let  us  sec; 

Those  eyes  and  lips,  just  us  they  used  to  be. 

JUI.IA  H.   MAT. 
Strong,  M&,  18S5. 


gliirs  Slaves  ^olige. 


"Probably  no  editor  in  the  country  occupies  a  more  delightful  sano- 
tarn  than  that  of  Mrs.  Mary  Mapea  Dodge  in  The  Century  Co. 'a  ukw 
home  in  New  York;  and  few  editors  have  the  faculty  of  kuowing  so 
thoroughly  what  is  practical  and  plca.sant  reading  for  youth.  Mrs.  Dodge 
is  the  daughter  of  Prof  James  J.  Ma))es.  of  New  York  City.  She  married, 
and  was  left  a  widow,  with  two  suns,  at  a  very  early  age.  To  the  edu- 
cation of  these  sons  she  lias  given  all  the  time  and  intelligent  attention 
that  a  devoted  mother  could.  In  1S70  »lie  first  acted  in  an  editorial  ca- 
pacity on  "The  U'arth  and  Home"  For  nearly  ten  years,  for  she  was 
present  at  the  birth  and  cliristeiiiug  of  "  The  St.  Nicholas  Magivziiie," 
has  Mrs.  Dodge  been  its  editor.  Slic  has  written  numerous  juvenila 
books.  Her  'Hans  Brinker"  ha.1  been  translated  into  many  languaxes. 
"  Baby  World  "  is  her  most  rec.iit  compilation,  though  "  Donald  and 
Dorothy  "  is  the  book  she  prizes  most  highly."  (1885)- 

She  has  written  considerable  verse  of  a  religious  nature,  but  the  one 
poem  that  touches  the  deepest  human  experience,  which  brvathea  com- 
fort in  the  bitterest  human  anguish,  is— 


THE   TWO    MYSTERIES. 

1  We  know  not  what  it  is,  dear,  this  sleep  so  deep  and 

still, 
The  folded  hands,  the  awful  calm,  the  cheek  so  pale 

and  chill. 
The  lids  that  will  not  lift  again,  though  we  may  call 

and  call  ; 
The   strange,  white   solitude  of   peace   that   settles 

over  all. 

2  We  know    not  what  it    means,  dear,  this  desolate 

heart-pain  ; 
This  dread  to  take  our  daily   way,  and  walk  in   it 
again  ; 


Wc  know  not  to  what  other  sphere  the   loved  who 

leave  us  go. 
Nor  why  we're  left  to  wander  still :   nor  why  we   do 

not  know. 

3  But  this  we  know  ;  our  loved  and  dead,  if  they  should 

come  this  day — 
Should  come  and  ask  us  "what  is  life  ?"  not  one  of  us 

could  say. 
Life  is  a  mystery  as  deep  as  ever  death  can  be, 
Yet  Oh  !    how  sweet  it  is   to   us — this  life  we  live 

and  see ! 

4  Then  might  they  say, — these  vanished  ones, — and 

blessetl  is  the  thought! 
So  death  is  sweet  to  us  beloved,  though  we  may  tell 

you  naught ; 
We  may  not  tell  it   to  the  quick — this  mystery  of 

death — 
Ye   may  not   tell  us  if  ye  would,  the  mystery  of 

breath. 

5  The  child  who  enters  life  comes  not  with  knowledje 

or  intent. 

So  those  who  enter  death  must  go  as  little  children 
sent. 

Nothing  is  known.  But  I  believe  that  God  is  over- 
head ; 

And  as  life  is  to  the  living,  so  death  is  to  the 
dead. 

MARY  HAPES  DODOS. 


A   YEAR   AA^ITH    JESUS. 

1  "  A  year  with  Jesus  "  —  legend  writ  in  gold 
Above  the  portals  where  the  months  unfold  ; 
Its  roseate  halo  lights  the  New  Year  morn. 
And  gilds  a  footway  for  the  days  unborn  ; 
Weeks,  months  and  seasons  redden  in  the  glow, 
No  secret  that  they  hide  is  mean  or  low  ; 

The  morning  star  again  its  glad  song  sings, 
And  morning  splendor  gilds  its  healing  wings. 

2  "  A  year  v.ith  Jesus  !  "    What  though  care  may  press? 
Our  Burden-bearer  makes  the  pressure  less  ; 
Sorrow,  bereavement,  penury  or  fears, 

His  hand  shall  pour  the  balm  and  wipe  the  tears. 
When  fierce  temptation   lies  in  ambush  drear, 
We  need  not  yield,  the  tempted  Lord  is  near. 
Nor  ever  can  the  loneliest  lonely  be, 
Who  walks  his  yearly  journey,  Lord,  with  Thee. 

3  "A  year  with  Je.sus  !  "      As  a  child  at  .school, 
Self-yielded  to  His  true  and  loving  rule. 
Grown  in  His  wisdom  wise,  to  perfect  day 
We  tread  the  brightness  of  our  upward  way ; 
And  though  some  lessons  illy  learned  may  be, 
Some  blots  deface  our  rude  chirography, 
The  ever-present  Master,  with  His  eye, 
Shall  all  erase,  shall  each  defect  supply. 


MISCELLANEOUS.     OUR  DEAD.    {OR  OUR  DEAR  DEPARTED 


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4  "A  year  with  Jesus  I  "     Workin;^  (lav  by  day 
Nt;\v  stoiK's  upon  His   teuipie  walls  to  lav  ; 

To  will  fresli,  tlowery  crowns  witli  jk  rlnme  sweet, 
Anil  cast  tlicni  hourly  at  His  woUh(ii(l  feet. 
A  y.'ar  of  j^olileu  ni^^lits  and  lia|>|iy  davs, 
KillL'il  full  of  deeds  of    love  anil  wonis  of  iirnise, 
<)l   inoinents  tlirohbini;   with  His  aeeents  low — 
TIk!  highest  bliss  His   folded  sheej)  may  know. 

5  •'  A  year  with  .lesus  !  "       It  may  be  ibat  sin 
Into  this  heavtMdy  year   will  inter  in  ; 
That  th(!  world's  hollow  and  deceitful  <,'lare 
M  ly  dim  the  mornin;^  ,l.dorv  of   the  air  ; 

Yt!t,  soul,  though   wintry  storms  of  dread  and  doubt 
May  seem  to  shut   His  blessed  presenct?  out. 
He  waiteth  but  the  cry  of  faith  from  thee — 
Is  with  thee,  and  through  all  the  year  will  be. 

6  "  A  year  with  .Jesus  !  "      What  if.  ere  its  hours 
Have  sp<!d  their  course,  another  home  be  ours  ; 
M  )rr  fidl,  more  rich,  more  real  and  nuire  bright 
Will  ;,dow  th<!  aureole  of  our  year  of  li:,dit. 

Thus,  friends,  we  give  caeb  other  words  of  cheer — 
Jesus  b(!  with  you  all  the  coming  year; 
Anil,  Lord,  the  glory  of  each  New  Year  be 
Its  days  and  moiueuts  consciously  with  Thee! 

MARiIARET    E.   WINIILnw. 
"Zlnu'i  Uenid,"  1881. 


NEVER   GROW   OLD- 

1  Thou  wilt  never  grow  old. 

Nor  weary,  nor  sad.  in  the  home  of  thy  birth  ; 
My  beautiful  lily,  thy  leaves  will  unfold 

In  a  clime  that  is  purer  and  brighter  than  earth. 
O  holy  and  fair,  I  rejoice  thou  art  there. 

In  that  kingibim  of  lii^ht,  with  its  oities  of  gold  ; 
Where  the  air  thrills  with  angel  hosauuas,  and  where 
Thou  wilt  never  grow  old,  sweet, 
Never  grow  old  ! 

2  I  am  a  pilgrim,  with  sorrow  and  sin 

Haunting  my  footsteps  wherever  I  go  ; 
Life  is  a  warfare  my  little  to  win  — 

Well  will  it  be  if  it  end  not  in  woe. 
Pray  for  rae,  sweet,  I  am  laden  with  care. 

Dark  are  my  garments  with  mildew  and  mold  ; 
Thou,  my  bright  angel,  art  sinless  and  fair, 
And  wilt  never  grow  old,  sweet. 
Never  grow  old  ! 

«  Now  ean'st  thou  hear  from  thy  home  in  the  skies, 
All  the  fond  words  I  am  whispering  to  tluic  ? 
Dost  thou  look  down  on  me  with  the  soft  eyes, 

(Ireeting  ine  oft  ere  thy  spirit  was  free  ? 
So  I  bidieve,  though  the  shadows  of  time 

Hiile  the  bright  spirit  I  yet  shall  behold; 
Thou  wilt  still  love  me,  and — pleasure  sublime — 
Thou  wilt  never  grow  old,  sweet, 
Never  grow  old  1 


4  Thus  wilt  thou  Ik;  when  the  pilgrim,  grown  gray, 

\N  eep-,  whin   the  vines  irom  the  iieiiriliAtuiic  aro 
riven  ; 
Faith  shall  behold  thee  as  j)ure  as  tJio  day 

Thou  Wert  toru  from  the  earth  and  trausjjlanted  to 
heaven, 
O  holy  and  fair,  I  rejoice  thou  art  there. 

In  that  kingdom  of  light,witli  its  cities  of  gold. 
Where  tin;  air  thrills  wiiliangel'shohjinnsw,  and  where 
Thou  wilt  never  grow  old,  sweet, 
Never  grow  old  I 

Maa.  nooABTB. 

"MY   SAVIOUR   AND    I." 

(A»  I  turnwl  »nil  cnUTwI  th.-  hniuio,  nicli  a  wnv  of  loncllnoM  cama 
o»cr  nil-  tliAt  fur  a  iii(>ni<-iit  I  tli..iii;ht  I  tiiiut  illi-  with  the  »4'iin/  »t  it. 
Jiut  tlii'ti  I  KfiiK-il  to  limr  ttTiiliH- nay.  -  Itt,  iu,\  t>-.\  ».-ii:mAMla\  Jena 
la  watting  iu  your  niutn  for  /uu.") 

1    He  is  waiting  for  me  ;    I  know  he  is  there, 
As  I  wrai'ily  climb  the  long  winding  stair; 
He  is  waiting  above,  in  my  lomly  ro<im, 
'Mid  the  evening  shadows  and  dark'ning  gloom. 
Atid  my  feet  have  passed  in  through  the  01*011   door. 
His  arms  are  outstretched,  his  sweet  smile  I  see  ; 
He  says:  "Thou  art  weary!  child,  come  uftto  me. 
Come,  tell  me  thy  sorrows,  thy  pains  and  thy  fears, 
Thy  hojws  unfultilled  through  wearisome  vears  ; 
Though  the  story  is  old,  and  thou'st  told  it  Injfore, 
Yet  'twill  case  thy  s.ad  heart  to  rejM-at  o'er  and  o'er 
To  One  who  so  loves  thee,  thy  story  of  grief — 
For,  witness  !   I  failed  ne'er  to  give  thee  relief. 
Nay,  fear  not  to  open  thy  sad  soul  to  me  ; 
I  was  temjjted,  my  child,  in  all  |K)ints  like  thee." 

2  So  we  let  in  the  twilight,  my  Saviour  and  I, 
While  the  stars  twinkle  out  iu  the  Ixautiful  sky; 
We  talk  it  all  over — my  jiains  and  my  fears, 
I^ly  hopes  unfulfilleil  through  wearisome  years; 
Of  duties  neglected  in  gratitude  shown 

To  a  Friend  who  is  love  and  mercy  alone— 
Until  self-convicted,  I  start,  and  would  fly  ; 
I5ut  His  soft  hand  restrains  mo:  "Fear  not,  it  is  I; 
And  thou  knnwest  my  love  ;  I  freely  forgive. 
IJe  strong  !  of  gmxl  cour.age !  I'll  help  thee  to  live 
Henceforth  a  life  truer,  more  noble,  and  pure  : 
Remember  the  promise  to  those  who  endure." 

3  Some  way,  as  we  talk  there,  my  s:ul  he.art  grows  li^'bt. 
And  my  sorrows  seem  naught,  they  fade  outof  si-lit  ; 
He  strengthens  and  calms  me,  and  soothes  me  to  rvst. 
With  my  hand  in  His  "ly  head  on  His  breast. 

Like  John  the  IJelovi-d,  who  bay  there  of  old. 
And,  like  him,  I  <lrink  in  such  comfort  untold. 
That  life's  woes  all  rooe<le.  clamors  all  ci-.as*'. 
Where  His  kind,  tender  smile  fills  my  soul  with  sweet 

peace  ; 
And  the  stars  twinkle  out  on  the  beautiful  skv 
As  wo  sit  iu  the  twilight — '•  My  .Saviour  and  I." 

■aoAa,  UK 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


DREAMS   AND    REALITIES. 

1  O  Rosamonfl.  tliou  fair  ami  porxl, 
Ami  |>irltct  Howtr  of  woiiiaiiliood, 

Tlioii  rf)\  al  rose  of  June  I 
AVliy  (lid'si  thou  droop  before  thy  time? 
"Wliy  wither  in  tliu  iirst  sweet  prime? 

Why  did  St  tiiou  die  so  soou  ? 

2  For,  lookinjr  backward  through  my  tears 
On  tiiee,  and  on  my  wasted  years, 

I  cannot  choose  but  say, 
If  tliou  had'st  lived  to  lielp  and  guide, 
Or  tiiou  iiad'sl  lived  and  I  had  died, 

'T  were  better  far  to-day. 

3  O  child  of  liglit,  O  golden  head  ! 
Bright  sunbeam  for  one  moment  shed 

Upon  life's  lonely  way — 
Wiiy  tlid'st  thou  vanish  from  our  sight  ? 
Could  tiiey  not  spare  my  little  light 

From  Heaven's  unclouded  day  ? 

4  O  friend  so  true,  O  friend  so  good ! 
Thou  one  dream  of  my  maidenhood, 

Tliat  gave  youth  all  its  charms — 
What  had  I  done,  or  what  had'st  thou, 
That,  througli  this  lonesome  world  till  now, 

We  walk  with  empty  arms? 

5  And  yet,  had  this  poor  soul  been  fed 
With  all  it  loved  and  coveted, — 

Had  life  been  always  fair, — 
Would  tliese  dear  dreams  that  ne'er  depart, 
That  thrill  witli  bliss  my  inmost  heart, 

Forever  tremble  there  ? 

6  If  still  they  kept  their  earthly  place, 
The  friends  I  held  in  my  embrace, 

AihI  gave  to  death,  alas  I 
Could.  I  have  learned  that  clear,  calm  faith 
That  looks  beyond  the  bonds  of  death. 

And  almost  long  to  pass  ? 

7  Sometimes  I  tliink  the  things  we  see 
Are  shadows  of  the  things  to  be  ; 

That  what  we  plan  we  build  ; 
That  every  hope  that  hath  been  crossed. 
And  every  dream  we  thought  was  lost. 

In  heaven  shall  be  fulfilled. 

rU(£BE  CARY'8    LAST  POEM. 

LOOKING   BACK. 

1  1  heard  a  voice  long  years  ago, 
A  voice  so  wondrous  sweet  and  low, 
That  trembling  tears  unbidden  rose. 
From  the  depths  of  loves  repose  ; 
It  floated  thro'  my  dreams  at  night. 
And  made  th(!  darkest  day  seem  bright; 
It  whimpered  to  my  heart  "  My  love," 
And  nestling  there,  forgot  to  rove. 


2  But  ere  our  summer  pass'd  away. 
That  gentle  voice  was  hushed  for  aye ; 
I  watched  my  love's  last  smile  and  knew 
How  well  the  angels  loved  her  too, 
Then  silent,  but  with  blinding  tears, 
I  gather'd  all  the  love  of  years, 
And  laid  it  with  my  dreams  of  old. 
Where  all  I  lov'd  slept  white  and  cold. 


LOUISA  ORAT. 


HUSH    ME. 

In  Fninces  Ridley  Harergal's  study ;  Id  memory  of  my  precions  sister's  death, 
Juui:3,  1879. 

1  Hush  me,  Lord  Jesus  !    I  cannot  yet  be  still ; 
In  vain  I  try  to  say,  it  is  Thy  will ; 

My  path  is  lonely  ;  there  is  no  one  nigh 
To  share  my  sorrow,  or  to  soothe  my  sigh. 
Hush  me,  Lord  Jesus  ! 

2  One  voice  is  hushed ;  ray  sister's  merry  voice. 
So  sweet,  so  tuneful,  as  she  sang  "  rejoice !  " 
From  me,  my  song-bird  flew  so  far  away. 
Soft  echoes  leaving,  when  she  could  not  stay. 

Hush  me,  Lord  Jesus  ! 

3  So  strange  to  miss  my  darling's  footfall  light. 
Her  smile  I  see  not,  sunshine  ever   bright ; 
No  tiny  tokens  now  are  brought  to  me — 
Ferns,  mosses,  flowers,  or  shells  beside  the  sea. 

Hush  me.  Lord  Jesus  ! 

4  O  bruised  Saviour,  Thou  wilt  never  break 
The  bruised  reed,  and  never  wilt  Thou  take 
Thine  arm  from  underneath  Thy  leaning  child. 
Who  trusts  and  clings  through  all  the  desert  wild. 

Hush  me.  Lord  Jesus  ! 

5  Yes,  I  have  proved  Thy  faithful  word  is  true, 
"  .lust  as  a  mother  will  I  comfort  you  ;  " 

I  know  thy  sorrow,  and  thy  need  of  rest  " 
Leaning  I  cry,  upon  my  Saviour's  breast — 
Hush  me.  Lord  Jesus  ! 

6  The  hush  of  heaven  seems  stealing  over  me. 
The  quiet  haven  nears — there,  there  I  long  to  be. 
O  kingly  comfort!  sweetest  whisper  nigh, 

"A  little,  little  while,"  no  need  again  to  sigh. 
Hush  me,  Lord  Jesus. 

MARLA  V.  O.  HAVEBOAL.  1SS2. 

''MOEGE    IHR   DIE    ERDE  LEICHT  SEIN."* 

1  Rest  softly,  earth,  upon  her  breast. 

Who  nourished  me  in  helplessness, 
Who  ga-e  the  home,  that  blessed  nest — 
Rich  largess  of  unselfishness. 

2  Rest  softly,  earth,  upon  the  heart 

That  beat  with  constant  tenderness 
For  all  w  hom  she,  with  loving  art. 
Gave  daily  of  her  helpfulnesss. 
*"Jttj»y  tljip  ujuth  rest  softly  o'er  her  "    A  Germao  saying  of  one  dead. 


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3  Rest  softly  over  silont  lips 

That  uvtr  sinilid  in  clK-crfulness  ; 
O'er  clasped  hands  uiid  (|uift  fct-t ; 
O'er  eyes  that  shone  for^jivingness. 

4  O  Earth,  we  lay  her  in  thy  breast ; 

Our  hearts  feel  grief's  deep  bitterness, 
As  ht're  we  place  her,  loiiij  to  rest, 
Our  souls  feel  all  life's  littleness. 

5  'nioii-,'h  grief  may  wear  the  luiniaii  heart. 

That  mourns  iu  loss  in  humanness, 
Rest  softlv,  till  no  more  we  part, — 

She  taught  us  faith's  bright  hopefulness. 

ADA   U.   KtPUllV.  IV«,  1882. 


THOU   AND    I. 

1  Strange,  strange  for  thee  and  me, 

Sadly  afar  ; 
Tliou  safe,  beyond,  above, 

I  'neath  the  star  ; 
Thou  where  (lowers  deathless  spring, 

I  where  they  fade  ; 
Thou  in  (Jod's  paradise, 

I  'mid  the  shade. 

2  Thou  where  eaoh  gale  breathes  balm, 

I  tempest-tossed  ; 
Thou  where  true  joy  is  found, 

I  where  't  is  lost ; 
Thou  counting  ages  thine, 

I  not  the  morrow  ; 
Thou  learning  more  of  bliss, 
I  more  of  sorrow. 
8  Thou  in  eternal  peace, 

I  'mid  earth's  strife  ; 
Thou  where  care  hath  no  name, 

1  where  't  is  life  ; 
Thou  without  netHl  of  hope, 

I  where  't  is  vain  ; 
Thou  with  wings  dropping  light, 
I  with  time's  chain. 
4  Strange,  strange  for  thee  and  me, 
Love<l.  loving  ever  ; 
Thou  by  life's  desithless  fount, 

I  near  death's  river  ; 
Thou  winning  wisdom's  lore, 

I  strength  to  trust ; 
Thou  'mid  the  seraphim, 
I  in  the  dust. 

FU<XBK  CAKT. 

IN    MEMORIAM. 

PAtn.  Brohtc,  di«d  a«bt»U>  mnrnln*.  Aorui  O,  UK*. 

1   One  week  of  joy  in  heaven  ; 
One  week  of  bli.ss  supreme  ; 
One  week  of  sinless  pleasure. 
Where  choicest  jewels  gleam 


And  glitter  'round  the  throne  above. 

On  brows  of  anijeis  dear; 
One  week  witliout  tiie  suflTring 

So  bravely  Iwrne  while  here. 
2  Gone  from  the  midst  of  loved  ones  ; 

Gone  from  companions  clear  ; 
Noble  of  heart  and  patient, 

"  Keadv  to  go,  without  fear." 
Never  a  word  of  repining  ; 

Ever  loving  and  kind  ; 
Partaking,  without  ceasing. 

Of  the  .Saviour's  heart  and  mind. 
8  Buried  Inneath  the   Htiwers  ; 

lieautiful,  iK-autilul  bl<M>m  ; 
Sleeping  beneath  white  duisies. 

In  the  sequestere*!  tomb. 
Pillow  and  cross  of  Inauty  ; 

Crowns  not  painful  to  wear; 
"U'ould  that  your  sufT'ring  here 
Had  Wen  half  as  easy  to  In-ar. 

4  .SlundM-ring  'neath  the  lilies 

And  roses  so  fair  and  whiti-  ; 
Wr.aths  of   fresii.  delieatr  tlowiTS, 

(Jarlunds  so  fragrant  and  bright, 
N«'Ver  a  grave  more  lovily. 

All  cano|iie<l  o'er  with  bl(M>m  ; 
Emblems  of  love  and  affection 

For  thy  lamentinl  tomb. 

5  Gone  in  thy  youth  and  freshness. 

To  unending  bliss  alxive  ; 
And  waiting  spirits  greet  thee 

In  a  glorious  home  of  love. 
Leave  we  thv  body  'n<ath  blossoms; 

Keantiful,  beautiful  flowers  ; 
Knowing  thy  soul  is  breathing 

The  fragrance  of  Paradise  bowers. 

MU.   0.  C,  B,  SpnbCfield.  IlL,  A>lf  9,  UK. 

IN    MEMORIAM. 

Jons  OOLKMAS.  Infant  »nn  of  Robert  C.  mi  WOUe  H-  Etb.  aced 
KTeDteen  urnnth*. 

1  He  knew  the  world  was  all  a  wild. 

He  knew  the  way  was  dark  and  dim. 
And  so  He  s(>nt  a  little  child 
To  lead  the  others  up  to  Him. 

2  A  messenger,  divinely  wise — 

He  w^enied  to  know  that  he  had  come 
Commissiom^l  from  Ix-yond  tin-  skies 

To  .show  the  way  an<l  bring  them  homo. 
8  The  baby  lips  had  .scarcely  known 

The  utterance  to  mortals  given. 
Yet  had  a  language  all  their  own, 

llie  unfi»rgotten  wonls  of  heaven. 
4  The  babv  h.ands  are  beckoning 

Acro««  the  llowery  fields,  so  fair ; 
The  tender  feet  have  left  their  print 

Along  the  way  that  Icadeth  there. 


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5  Tlio  littlo  foot-prints  novor  pass — 

'riintn:li  NdHly  now  tlic  feet  an;  lying 
Hcncatii  tlic  flowiii-s  and  llie  {iias.s, 

Willi  no  more  i)aiu  and  no  more  crying. 

6  And  still  the  tiny  foot-prints  stay — 

Tliey  all  |>oint  heavenward  and  home, 
And  we  can  never  miss  the  way 
If  as  a  little  child  we  come. 

MARIA   L.   EVE. 

Augusta,  Ua.,  1883. 

TRANSFORMATION. 

A  butterfly  basked  on  a  baby's  grave, 

Where  a  lily  had  chanced  to  grow  ; 
"  Wliy  art  thou  here  with  thy  gaud}-  dye. 
When  she  of  the  blue  and  sparkling  eye 

Must  sleep  iu  the  churchyard  low  ?  " 
Then  it  lightly  soared  through  the  sunny  air, 

And  spoke  from  its  shining  track  : 
"  I  was  a  worm  till  I  won  my  wings  ; 
And  she  whom  thou  mourn'st  lik(!  a  seraph  sings. 

'  Would'st  thou  call  the  blessed  one  back?'  " 

MK.S.  SIOOtlR.VEY. 

THE   GIFT   OF   TEARS. 

1  The  legend  says  ;  In  Paradise. 

God  gave  tlie  world  to  man.     Ah  me  ! 
The  woman  lifted  up  her  eyes  ; 

"  Woman,  I  have  but  tears  for  thee." 
But  tears  ?  and  she  began  to  shed, 
Thereat,  the  tears  that  comforted. 

2  (No  other  beautiful  woman  breathed, 

No  rival  among  men  had  he  ; 
The  seraph's  sword  of  fire  was  sheathed, 

The  golden  fruit  hung  on  the  tree. 
Her  lord  was  lord  of  all  the  earth, 
Wherein  no  child  had  wailed  its  birth.) 

3  "  Tears  to  a  bride  ?  "     "  Yea,  therefore  tears." 

'•  In  VAcn  ?"     "Yea,  and  tears  therefore." 
Ah  I  bride  in  P>den,  there  were  fears 

In  that  first  blush  your  young  cheeks  wore 
Lest  liiat  first  kiss  had  been  too  sweet, 
Lest  Eden   withered  from  your  feet. 

4  Moiher  of   women  !      Did  you  see 

How  brief   your  beauty,  and  how  brief. 
Therefore,  the  love  of   it  must  be 

In  that  first  garden,   that  first  grief  ? 
Did  those  first  drops   of  sorrow  fall 
To  move  God' s  pity   for  us  all  ? 

5  O  sobbing  mourner  by    the  dead. 

Olio  watclier  at  the   grave  grass-grown  ; 
O  sle.Miless  for  somj  darling   head. 

Cold  pillowed  on  the   prison  stone. 
Or  wet  with  drowning  seas.       He  knew 
Who  gave  the  gift  of    tears  to  you  ! 

wnn.   FtATT. 
In  "Tbu  AUaiiUc.-' 


MEMORIES.     THE    FIRST    FIRE. 


It  was  a  family  cuBtoiu  to  cluster  around  the  great  broad  fire-place 
early  in  the  Fall,  and  with  due  ceremony  to  kindle  tbe  fire  which  wan  to 
hum  all  winter ;  and  it  was  the  deUght  of  Libbie  to  apply  the  torch 
and  kindle  it  with  her  own  hand. 

1  As  we  gather  around  the  fire-place. 

And  watch  the  bright,  glad  blaze. 
Our  hearts  grow  sad  when  we  look  around. 
And  think  of  other  days. 

2  There's  a  vacant  place  'round  the  fire  to-night, 

For  one  of  my  children  is  gone  • 
I  sit  and  listen,  and  think  perhaps 
She  will  return  ere  long. 

3  Her  rocking-chair  sits  in  its  place. 

Her  foot-stool  before  it  drawn  ; 
But  the  beautiful  feet  have  journeyed  far, 
And  the  loving  voice  is  gone. 

4  She  has  gone  to  the  mansions  far  away, 

Whi(;h  Christ  went  to  prepare  ; 
She  will  welcome  me  when  life  is  done, 
I  shall  find  her  waiting  me  there. 

5  She  slept  in  the  twilight  bright  and  clear, 

At  the  close  of  a  winter  day — 
We  little  thought,  as  we  watched  her  face. 
She  was  sleeping  her  life  away. 

6  We  had  no  warning  that  death  was  near. 

To  enter  our  household  band  ; 
He  called,  and  she  meekly  followed  Him 
Away  to  the  Spirit  Land. 

Mas.   E.   A.  MAVO, 
Carlinville,  III.,  Feb.,  1877. 


THE   PRAYING   BAND. 


1  Out  of  a  darkened  room  I  drew  my  friend. 

And  knowing  every  step  and  where  was  light 
Assured  my  leading  to  be  safe  as  sight. 
And  bade  her  on  that  utterly  depend. 

2  Then  she  leaned  on  me  as  secure  from  harm 

Till,  as  we  neared  the  darkest  place  of  all, 
I  heard  uncertain  touches  on  the  wall. 
And  felt  a  lessening  weight  upon  my  arm. 

3  Ah.  me!  how  Love,  both  human  and  divine. 

Must    feel   the  liurt,  wlien  Trust,   impelled    by 

Doubt, 
Leans  on(>  arm  less  to  stretch  the  other  out. 
And  groping,  does  but  half  of  self  resign  ! 

CHARLOTTE  F.    BATES. 


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A    HERO'S    DEATH. 

Not  at  tho  battli!  front,  writ  of  in  a  story  ; 

Not  on  llif  hlaziiij,'  wreck,  sH-t-ring  to  •,'lory  ; 

Not  whil.-  in  niurt_vrpan;,'s,  soul  anil  flush  sever, 

Died  liu  this  hero  "new,  hiio  forever. 

No  pomp  poetie  crowned,  no  forms  eiiehained  linu. 

No  friends  applaudinj,'  watclied,  no  foes  arr:ii;,'ned  lum. 

Death  found  him  there,  without  •,'rundeur  or  beauty, 

Only  an  honest  man  doing  Ids  duty  : 

Death  fuuntl  and  touched  with  linj,'er  in  flying  : 

Lo  I  hu  rose  up  complete — hero  undying. 

SIS\II   MULOCU  CKAIK. 

DE    PROFUNDIS. 

1  The  faco  which,  duly  as  the  sun, 
Hose  uj)  for  me  with  life  hegun. 
To  mark  all  bright  hours  of  the  day 
AVith  ilaily  love,  is  dimmed  away — 

And  yet  my  ilays  go  on,  go  on. 

2  Tho  tongvu^  which,  like  a  stream,  could 
Smooth  music  from  the  roughest  stone. 
Ami  every  morning  with  "(Jood  day" 
Made  each  day  gocnl,  is  hushed  away — 

And  yet  my  days  go  on.  go  on. 

3  The  heart  which,  like  a  staff,  was  one 
For  mine  to  lean  and  rest  upon  ; 

■    The  strongest  on  the  longest  day 
With  steadfast  love,  is  caught  away — 
And  yet  my  days  go  on,  go  on. 

4  Anil  cold  before  my  summer's  done. 
And  deaf  in  Nature's  general  tune. 
And  fallen  too  low  for  special  fear, 
And  here,  with  hope  no  longer  here 

While  the  tears  drop,  my  days  go  on. 

5  The  world  goes  whispering  to  its  own, 
"This  anguish  pierces  lo  the  bone." 
And  tender  friends  go  sighing  round. 
••What  love  can  ever  cure  this  wound  ?  " 

My  days  go  on,  my  days  go  on. 

6  The  past  rolls  forward  on  the  sun 

And  makes  all  night.      O  dre.ims  begun. 
Not  to  hi'  ende<l  1      Knded  bliss  1 
And  life  that  will  not  en<l  in  this. 
My  days  go  on,  my  days  go  on. 

7  Breath  freezes  on  my  lips  to  moan  ; 
As  one  alone,  once  not  alone, 

I  sit  and  kn(M-k  at  Nature's  door. 
Heart-bare,  heart-hungry,  very  \k>ot. 
Whose  desolated  days  go  on. 

8  I  knock  and  cry  .   .   .   Undone,  undone ! 
Is  there  no  help,  no  comfort  .   .  .   none  ? 
No  gleaiung  in  the  wi<le  wheat  plains 
Where  others  drive  their  lo:ided  wains  ? 

My  vacant  days  go  on,  go  on. 


1)  This  Nature,  though  the  snows  be  down. 
Thinks  kindly  of  the  bird  of  .lune. 
The  litllt!  reti  hip  on  the  tree 
Is  rip*'  for  such.     What  is  for  me. 
Whose  «lays  so  w  interly  go  on  ? 

10  No  bird  am  I  to  sing  in  June, 
And  dare  not  ask  an  eijuul  bi>on. 
(ioixl  nests  and  berries  red  are  Nature '» 
To  give  away  to  Initter  creatures — 

Ami  yet  my  days  go  on,  go  on. 

1 1  I  ask  less  kindness  to  be  don« — 
Only  to  loose  these  pilgrim->hoon 

(Too  early  worn  aiul  grimetl)  with  sweet 
Cool  deathly  touch  to  these  tired  feel, 
Till  iluys  go  out,  which  now  go  on. 

12  Only  to  lift  the  turf  unmown 

From  off  the  earth  where  it  has  grown. 
Some  cubit-space,  and  say,  "  llehold ! 
Creep  in,  jKKjr  Ihart,  b«'neath  that  fohl. 
Forgetting  how  the  days  go  on." 

].;  What  harm  would  that  do?     Creen  anon 
The  swanl  would  <|uicken.  over>h<ine 
lly  skies  as  blue  ;  and  crickets  might 
Have  leave  to  chirp  there  day  and  night 
While  my  new  rest  went  on,  went  on. 

11   From  gracious  Nature  have  I  now 
Such  lilHTal  lM)uiity  ?     May  I  run 
So  lizaril-like,  within  her  side. 
And  there  be  safe,  who  now  am  tried 
By  days  that  painfully  go  on  ? 

15  A  voice  reproves  me  thereupon, 

More  sweet  than  Nature's,  when  the  drono 
Of  Ix'es  is  sweetest,  and  more  ileep 
Than  w  hen  the  rivers  overleap 

The  shuddering  pines,  and  thunder  on. 

IC  fJotl's  voice,  not  Nature's — night  and  n«»on 
He  sits  upon  the  great  white  throne 
And  listens  for  the  creatures'  praise. 
What  babble  we  of  d.iys  and  days? 
The  Dayspring  He,  whose  days  go  on. 

17  He  reigns  almve.  He  reigns  .ilnne  : 
Systems  burn  out  and  have  His  throne  ; 
Fair  mists  of  seraphs  melt  and  fall 
Around  Him,  changeless  amid  all: — 

Ancient  of  days,  whose  days  go  on  ! 

18  He  reigns  Ixhiw.  He  reigns  alone, — 
And  having  life  in  love  forgone 
B«>neath  the  crown  of  sovereign  thorns 
He  reigns  the  jealous  Cio<l.      Who  mourns 

Or  rules  witli  Him,  whde  days  go  on  ? 

19  By  ansrni^h  which  made  pale  the  sun. 

I  he.ir  Him  cliarge  His  saints  that  none 
Among  tlu'  creatures  anywhere 
Bla-pheme  agi»in»t  Him  with  de-pair. 
However  darkly  days  go  on. 


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20  Take  from  my  lioad  the  tliom-wroath  brown ! 
No  mortal  j.Mi(;f  dcsfrvcs  tliat  crown. 

0  supreme  love,  cliief  misery, 
The  sliarp  rej^alia  arc  for  Thee 

Whose  days  eternally  go  on  ! 

21  For  us  .  .  .  Whatever's  undergone, 
Thou  knowest,  wiliest  what  is  done. 
Grief  may  be  joy  misunderstood  : 
Only  the  good  discerns  the  good. 

I  trust  Thee  while  the  days  go  on. 

22  Whatever's  lost,  it  first  was  won  : 
We  will  not  struggle  nor  impugn. 
IVrliaps  the  cuj)  was  broken  here 

That  heaven's  wine  might  show  more  clear. 
I  praise  Thee  while  the  days  go  on. 

23  I  praise  Thee  while  my  days  go  on ; 

1  love  Thee  while  my  days  go  on  ! 

Tlirough  dark  and  dearth,  through  fire  and  frost, 
With  emptied  arms  and  treasure  lost, 
I  thank  Thee  while  my  days  go  on. 

24  And,  having  in  Thy  life-depth  thrown 
Ik'ing  and  suffering  (wliieh  are  one). 
As  a  child  drops  some  pebble  small 
Down  some  deep  well  and  hears  it  fall 

Smiling  ...  so  I !  My  days  go  on  ! 


Mns.   ELIZABETH  B.  BROWNING. 


THE   GREAT-GRANDMOTHER'S    BURIAL. 

1  Bring  flowers  :  for  back  to  kindred  dust 

We  give  our  dead  to-day  ; 
Bring  Howers,  upon  a  long-tried  heart, 

In  toil-worn  hands  to  lay. 
But  not  for  her  the  florist's  art 

Shall  heap  the  sweet  regret, 
Of  pansy  and  of  heliotrope. 

Tea-rose  and  mignonette. 

2  The  frosts  of  more  than  ninety  years 

Have  bleached  the  locks  of  gold 
That  lay  upon  her  mother's  knee 

In  many  a  shining  fold. 
When  she,  so  wrinkled  now,  and  grey, 

Knelt,  at  the  twilight  fair, 
A  little,  ro^',  dimpled  child. 

And  learned  her  earliest  prayer. 

3  Of  those  who  watched  her  infant  years, 

Or  shared  her  childish  play, 
Or  knew  her  girlhood's  hopes  and  fears. 

Not  one  is  here  to-day. 
Nor  is  there  of  that  later  group, 

She  saw  about  her  bloom. 
One  left  to  weep  beside  her  bier, 

Or  lav  her  in  the  tomb. 

4  But  still  her  old  home  stands,  embowered 

In  fragrant  locust-trees  ; 
The  swe(!t-brier  that  her  father  trained 
Still  sweetens  every  breeze. 


The  rose-trees  that  she  used  to  tend 

Beside  the  door-step  grow, 
The  grass-pinks  load  the  balmy  air 

With  hints  of  long  ago. 

5  Across  the  wall  the  pleasant  wood, 

AVherein  her  girlhood  strayed. 
Still  breathes  its  wealth  of  fragrance  out. 

Still  spreads  its  cooling  shade. 
There,  haply,  'neatli  the  odorous  pines, 

Iler  early  dream  of  love 
Made  sweeter  all  the  woodland  scents, 

And  charmed  afresh  the  grove. 

6  Then  bring  the  bayberry  and  the  fern, 

The  locust's  heavy  plume. 
The  brier-rose  and  the  cinnamon 

In  the  old  beds  that  bloom. 
Bring  spicy  pinks,  and  lilies  sweet 

Beside  the  wall  that  blow — 
Su(!h  lilies  as  that  garden  knew 

A  hundred  years  ago. 

7  Fragrant  with  loving  deed  and  word 

And  old-time  courtesies, 
Her  life  its  fitting  emblem  found 

In  flowers  such  as  these ; 
A  life  whose  quiet,  modest  bloom 

We  knew  but  in  decay — 
The  lingering  sweetness  of  a  rose 

Slow  withering  away. 

8  Apart  from  all  she  loved  in  youth, 

She  ends  her  pilgrimage. 
Tliis  face  we  hide,  to  us  has  been 

Always  the  face  of  age. 
But  mindful  of  her  early  home, 

Iler  girlhood's  sunny  hours. 
We  lay  upon  the  aged  breast 

The  dear,  old-fashioned  flowers. 

MISS  E.  F.  FRTC 

lipase  iUUtoD,  Mass.,  1885. 


IS    IT    WELL? 

Beloved,  is  it  well  ?  the  glorious  morning 
Rises  in  beauty  o'er  the  Eastern  skies, 

And  on  the  wings  of  love  in  the  still  dawning. 
My  thoughts  turn  toward  thee,  and  my  prayers 
arise. 

Beloved,  is  it  well  ?  in  full-orbed  s[)ieudor 

The  holy  day  advances  to  its  noon. 
And   longing    thoughts    rise,    pure   and   sweet   and 
tender — 

Ah,  if  I  might  behold  thee,  dear  one,  soon  ! 

Beloved,  is  it  well  '(  the  day  decreases. 

The  sunset  glow  fades  slowly  in  the  West, 

And  lulled  to  peace  by  sweet,  sleep-giving  breezes. 
The  weary  earth  is  sinking  into  rest. 


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4  Belov<'(l,  is  it  well  ?  the  night  jjrows  deeper, 

And  peace  broods  o'er  nie  as  1  knei;l  ulono, 
And  pray  tluit  lie,  tlie  soul's  all-lailhlul  keeper, 
May  keep  His  watch  to-night  above  His  ovvu. 

5  lieioved,  it  is  well  ?   though  the  dear  faces 

Are  iiid  from  sigiit,  and  in  a  far-otf  land, 

God  keepeth  watch  o'er  all  the  distant  i>laces. 

He  will  protect  us  witli  His  loving  hand, 

And  so  it  will  be  well ! 

MARY  a.  rnncKnu 
Futt  tluUjr.  Uau   1881 


3  Face  to  face  in  the  better  land, 

Art  thou  not  near  us  as  we  go  ? 
We  eauiioi  toucii  iliy  beck'ning  hand, 
Wo  only  feel  the  undertow. 

4  Thy  parting  wonis  of  trust,  so  tlear, 

"Jesus  will  strengthen  nie," 
Are  eeiioing  htill  from  far  and  near — 
Sufo  iHUspori  to  eternity. 


ALU  ■  M'KLMOT  UKimril. 
HiifUigada.  ni.,  Feb  ,  ItM. 


THE   CLOUD. 

OR 

O    ROSY    CLOUD    THAT    FLOaTST    AWAY. 

1  ()  rosy  cloud  that  tloat'st  away, 

Hy  western  sunbeams  warndy  kissed. 
Who  e'er  would  deem  thy  lM)som  gay 
Was  oidy  dark  and  chilling  miat  't 

2  More  fair  ye  days  of  life  divino 

When  tints  the  world  love's  rosy  firo, 
When  time  uidie«'ded  makes  no  sign. 
And  granted  seems  the  soul's  desire, 

8  Yet  never  cloud  knew  half  such  gloom 

As  darkens  rouml  earth's  K)veliest  sjwt, 
When  turning  silent  from  the  tomb 
The  loving  knows  the  love<l  is  not ! 

4  Ah  I  cloud,  thou  art  but  fleeting  dew, 
Ah  !   form,  as  vanishing  as  cloud. 
Thy  glories,  Sun,  thou  wilt  renew  ; 
Thu  Soul,  iiumortul,  knows  no  shroud. 

KATHUUXB  MAY  CIRKPATRirK. 
DiUoo.  Moil.  IGSS. 


SPIRIT   QUESTIONINGS. 

LN   MEMOBT  OF   WILLIAM   A.  TTRNEY,   WHO    DIED    FEBRU- 
ARY,   1883. 


NOT   DEAD. 

Mim.  Clnnmer'i  rme  I*  riob  In  Uio  dnniMUa  aff««Uoni,  and  In  Mranl 
poeiu*  UmniU  (ur  Uic  li«t  cliilil  nr  (liciul.  In  "  Not  UraU,"  aha  rcfcn 
lu  AlmliutCvrHKiri,  Uto  jrouugutt  itiUir  of  Alice  aud  fbattw  Car/.— 
Chloafo  "  Trlbuuo." 

1  Slunv  me  thy  wom.in  fare — the  sweet,  sweet  face 
That  I  must  love  forever — strong  to  bless, 
Drawing  idl  souls  towanl  thee  with  the  grace 
Of  it.s  unfathomable  tenderncsa — 

Those  eyes,  those  eyes ! 

2  -Vnd  now  I  mind  me  of  a  vanished  June, 
When  we,  above  the  sad,  sonorous  sea. 

Sat  side  by  .^ide,  and  thy  d(;ep  gaze  drank  in 
A  deeper  life  ;   from  its  infinity 
It  spake  with  thee. 

S  You  murmured,  gazing  on  the  crowning  woods, 
"  In  such  an  air,  and  under  such  a  sky, 
Lulled  by  the  rhythm  of  et(frnal  HwkI.s, 
'T  would  bo  so  holy  and  so  sweet  to  die- 
To  die,  and  live." 

4  I  saw  the  luminous  lifting  of  thine  eyes. 
And  trembled — lest  uj)on  the  scented  sward. 
Waiting  to  bear  away  my  precious  prize, 
Stood  the  invisible  angel  of  the  Lord, 
All  veiled  to  me. 

MAKY  CLKMHKm. 


(wnrn  thU  jnnrit  hmther  wm  immni>in«<I  to  "  come  np  blither, "  a 
brifht  light  went  oat  on  earth,  but,  we  bcllcTc,  to  nblne  with  hrllllAncy 
In  II  aTcu.  A  jnung  man  nf  gn-at  pmrainr  ;  a  dcacnn  In  the  flmt  Prns- 
byti  rian  Cbarch  of  Spriucfleld.  Ill ,  and  an  active  member  nf  the  Young 
Meii'a  Chriatian  Awnciation.  hia  dcmine  wa«  laromtcd  bjr  an  unnnially 
lante  Dumber,  for  one  to  joung.  He  waa  the  only  ann  of  a  widowed 
moth.*r  of  wettlth  and  high  ancial  position.  .\  ntndrnt  In  the  law  de- 
partment of  the  ITuiTeraitj  of  Uichigao,  he  waa  called  to  the  UniTer- 
■ity  aboTe„ 

1  Trusted  friend,  of  years  agnne. 

Where,  Oh  I  where  art  thou  ? 
Canst  see  the  wreck  in  life's  new  dawn, 
Or  angui.slied  hearts  in  the  now  ? 

2  All  nnr  floral  tokens  faded, 

Weirdness  of   the  sleet-storm  fled  ;  * 
Love  and  death  alike  ar<!  .shaded 
Hv  the  sun-rlouds  overhe.-id. 

•  In  February,  1W3,  occurred  Ibe  gnsat  (loot  (term. 


THE    LAST    MEE'flNG. 

1  If  T  had  known,  if  I  had  known. 

That  day  we  met  upon  the  street, 
That  nevermore,  in  any  zone 

Of  earth's  wide  sj)aces,  we  should  meet. 
What  dilTerent  greeting  ha<l  be«n  mine  ! 
What  different  farewell  had  been  thine! 

2  If  we  had  known,  or  dimly  guessed. 

Tliat  close  to  yon  were  waving  wings. 
If  sf)me  low  voire  within  your  hronst 

Had  whi-ip<'red  nf  eternal  thing-" ; 
What  i.o|cnni  mes^ago,  hiiih  and  deep. 
You  wouhl  have  given  mo  to  keep. 


790 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


3  I  now  recall — (how  strange  it  seems!) 

You  s|)oke  of  "  writiufj."     Ah  !  my  friend  I 
From  tliul  hind  bcyoiid  my  dreams 

Wliat  wonihous  Ii;tU'r  you  would  send! 
Here  in  my  .silent  room  I  sit, 
And  hush  my  breath  to  think  of  it. 

4  If  I  had  known  !  If  I  had  known  ! 

Still,  to  myself,  the  words  I  say, 
As  o'er  your  ijrave  the  snows  are  blown, 

For  surely  it  was  yesterday, 
When,  for  a  moment's  little  space. 
You  stood  there,  smiling  in  my  face. 

5  I  dill  not  know,  I  could  not  know — 

The  angels  keep  their  secrets  well ; 
But  as  from  earth  to  Heaven  they  go, 

I  think  some  kindly  one  will  tell 
That  in  reincMubrance  of  that  hour 
I  lift  to  you  this  little  flower. 


BLLKN  M.   H.  OATE8. 
In  "  Examiner  and  Chronicle. " 


Irs.  e,  B.  n 


Wm  the  daughter  of  Rev.  Ebcnezer  Washburn,  a  member  of  the 
New  York  M.  E.  Conference,  from  early  manhood,  until  his  death  at 
nearly  ninety  years  of  age.  She  Wiis  bom  in  New  Ilaven,  Conn.,  TJoT. 
12,  1803,  and  died  at  the  home  of  her  daughter,  Mrs.  J.  H.  Faucher,  in 
Racine.  Wis.,  Sept.  1868. 

In  June.  1839,  she  left  her  home  in  Conn.,  and,  with  her  husband, 
8.  H.  Kellogg,  removed  to  the  wilderness  of  Wisconsin.  On  the  first 
Sabbath  that  found  them  in  their  neat  log  cabin,  she  gathered  the  chil- 
dren of  the  settlers  around  her,  ten  in  number,  and  organized  the  first 
Babbath  School  in  the  county,  which  has  been  continued  without  inter- 
ruption to  the  present  time,  at  the  place  known  as  "  Kellogg  Corners." 

Denied  pursuits  and  pastimes  common  to  girlhood,  by  an  asthmatical 
cougli  that  fastened  uiMin  her  delicate  frame  as  early  as  her  eighth 
year,  she  was  denied  regular  schooling  as  well,  save  when,  by  the  jmwer 
that  guide<l  her  father's  life,  the  conference  assigned  him  a  city  charge. 
At  such  times  she  was  placed  among  the  pupils  of  indulgent  private 
schools,  in  which  the  city  of  New  York  and  neighboring  ones  abounded. 
Having  four  sisters  more  sturdy  than  herself,  she  was  a  privileged  char- 
acter in  the  home.  As  she  grew  in  years  and  the  bright  intellect  within 
began  to  sjieak  from  out  the  earnest  gray  eyes  looking  forth  from  a 
broad  forehea<l  framed  in  chestnut  hair,  not  one  there, that  did  not  give 
It  recognition,  but  the  master-mind  of  the  father  most  of  all.  Yet  even 
as  his  heart  warmed  with  the  pride  of  kinship,  he  was  over-shadowed  by 
a  knowledge  of  the  hindnince  to  development,  that  the  finely-wrought 
network  of  sen.siiive  nerves  must  prove  ;  and  there  seemed  to  awaken 
within  him, a  great  and  tender  solicitude  for  his  glfted,but  early-stricken 
one.  From  that  time  <y,  the  mingling  of  the  two  lives  was  something 
beautiful  to  behold :  out  among  his  people,  ever  against  the  background 
of  the  massive,  storm-washed.rugged  face  of  the  minister, was  to  be  seen 
the  delicate  lineaments  of  the  pale-faced  daughter,  as  upon  bis  rounds 
she  went  and  came  with  him,  sharing  his  thoughts  and  ministrations, 
drinking  at  the  deep  fountains  of  his  extended  knowledge, and  ever  bask- 
ing in  his  tender  love.  Down  in  the  corner  of  his  study  she  had  her 
chair.  Hii  books  were  her  iKxiks,  his  friemls.  In  a  mejwure,  her  friends. 
Many  a  time  a  visitor,  at  sight  of  the  face  of  the  brown-haired  mite 
kinilling  with  Interest,  would  pause  suddenly  in  the  discussion  being 
belli  with  the  "  brother  Washbuni  "  with  whom  so  many  loved  to  break 
ennulw  of  theology,  and.  bending  a  plciiseil  gaze  U|K>n  the  child,  say :  — 
"  And  who  have  we  here,  brother?  "  Thus  it  will  lie  seen  that  vcr)'  early 
was  the  little  Electa  guiile<l  into  waters,  deep,  for  her  years,  and  that, 
forall  her  shut-in  life,  slii;  was  vouchsafed  some  rare  privileges.  In  her 
younger  days,  very  proud  was  the  stern-visaued  reverend  of  his  little 
daughter's  wealth  of  hair,  not  heavy,  but  tlne-spnn,  glossy  as  satin's 
■heen,  and  of  a  dark  nut  brown  hue,  with  a  tendency  to  cling  round  a 
eanMing  finger,  like  a  thing  of  life  :  yet  to  have  looked  U|H>n  him  you 
woold  bavo  thought  him  one  not  likely  to  uoto  the  lilUo  things  of  life. 


Very  often  he  might  bare  been  seen  wftb  one  hand  holding  open  bis 
leather-bound  rulome,  while  the  other  passed  to  and  fro  over  the  un- 
bound tresses  of  the  child-  Once,  at  the  opening  of  a  day,  the  little 
maiden  [jroved  restively  impatient  under  the  bnishingand  combing,  pre- 
paratory to  a  day  at  school.  Her  tones  caught  the  attention  of  the  grave 
man  near  :  for  a  moment  his  eyes  were  raised  from  off  his  book,  and 
rested  in  contemplation  of  the  Uttle  face.  Then  he  said,  in  the  text-like 
voice  tliat  was  ever  his :  —  "  Let  her  go,  mother,"  and  by  him,  words 
were  seldom  recalled.  Out  upon  the  city  pavement  the  Miss  was 
obliged  to  take  her  way  to  Uic  school  awaiting  her,  under  what  seemed 
to  her,  (for  the  world  had  not  then  sanctioned  the  style  of  "hair  flying,") 
a  flaunting  banner  of  shame  that  must  prove  life  lasting.  And  thtis 
was  the  little  diamond  in  the  rough,  cut  and  burnished,  until,  wherever 
it  was  tossed  later  upon  the  by-paths  of  life,  its  worth  was  quickly  rec- 
ognized. In  the  varied  scenes  that  opened  to  her,  in  connection  with 
the  active  life  of  prominence  her  father  led,  she  found  suitors,  and  the 
names  of  some  of  these  have  since  been  written  in  characters  that 
have  awakened  admiration ;  but  the  girl  responded  only  to  the  one  whoae 
name  she  so  gladly  donned,  and  with  whose  destiny  she  ever  after  re- 
mained linked.  But  if  an  honest  love  can  crown  a  woman  regally,  then 
was  she  thus  crowned  ;  for,  through  all  the  changing  vicissitudes  that 
came  to  the  two  in  their  home  ui>on  the  then  frontier,  a  life  filled  with 
hardships  such  as  few  dream,  for  one  as  delicately  nurtured  tiud  organ- 
ized as  was  she,  his  love  was  ever  sprea<l,  as  were  the  garments  of  old, 
along  the  way  that  she  was  to  enter  upon,  while  green  branches  of  loyat 
adoration  were  gathered  fresh  with  each  new  day,  and  wavfd  above  her 
pathway.  'NVherever  it  was  possible,  her  husband  intcri>oscd  a  barrier 
between  her  and  approaching  hardship ;  and  with  delicate  forethought 
from  first  to  last  passed  on  before  her  smoothing  the  way :  —  yes, 
even  to  the  last ;  for  by  the  length  of  a  year's  step.he  passed  in  advance 
of  her  to  the  golden  gate,  and  thus,  for  the  timid  one  following  in  his 
steps  so  long,  was  8*.ill  more  assurance,  if  possible,  of  the  way  given, 
thntigh  her  trust  in  Jesus  was  imphcit.  In  their  home  at  Janesville, 
Wis.,  where  the  closing  years  of  their  life  were  spent,  Mrs.  Kellogg 
gathered  around  her  a  choice  circle  of  friends,  that  was  unrestricted 
by  church  or  party.  To  her  sick-room  the  minister  brought  his  choicest 
thought  as  though  to  know  its  weight  and  value  ;  the  man  of  letters 
found  himself  being  guided  by  her  cool,  im|)artial  judgment ;  the  eager 
aspirant,nerve-8teadied  for  success  or  defeat ;  while  for  the  young  people 
of  her  chosen  church,  she  was  as  a  living  encyclojjedia  of  universal 
knowledge.  Though  never  rich  in  this  world's  goods,  the  lines  society 
oft-times  imposes  were  never  felt  by  the  fair  spirit  who  wove  songs  by 
•the  night -lamp  of  suffering,  and  gasped  out  days  some  would  have 
called  too  interminably  long.  Ho|)eful,  serene,  and  helpful,  each  day 
that  oi)ened  found  her  not  only  the  star  to  a  husband's  life,  but  to  her 
eight  children  as  well,  to  whom,  for  all  her  load  of  suffering,  she  bad 
provi-d  a  true  mother,  beside  the  two  who  early  joined  the  angel  liands. 
In  the  smnmer  that  proved  her  last,  she  leti  the  home  of  her  eldest  son, 
E.  H.  Kellogg,  Esq..  then  of  Milwaukee,  Wis.,  but  later  of  Chicago,  111., 
to  si>end  afew  weeks  with  her  daughters  at  Racine.  Wis.  When,  a  few 
days  after  her  coming,  she  was  told  that  her  feet  were  touching  the  final 
waters,  self,  eveu  then,  found  it  impossible  to  claim  a  space  within  her 
thoughts.  Only  of  things  of  interest  pertaining  to  this  one  and  that 
who  were  among  the  group  around  her,  did  she  give  utterance  ;  and  a 
few  moments  before  the  last  weary  sign  of  release,  she  lifted  the  hand  of 
her  youngest  daughter,  (Mrs.  Belle  Kellogg  Towne.)  who,  as  a  young 
wife,  W.1S  going  down  for  the  first  time  into  motherhood,  and  said  lov- 
ingly, and  with  deepest  of  solicitude  :  "  Could  I  hut  see  'round  this  one 
little  t\irn  for  you,  dear,  I  shoidd  die  content."  The  twin-bojs  of  whom 
she  unknowingly  sjioke,  are  nearly  youngnien  grown  ;  and  liardly 
do  they  realize  how  a  benediction  was  wafted  to  them  from  the  very 
threshold  of  the  celestial  portals. 

Perhaps  we  cannot  close  this  sketch  any  more  fittingly  than  by  giving 
space  to  the  words  she  breathed  forth  when  asked,  soon  after  the  death 
of  her  father,  to  itay  a  tribute  to  his  memor>'- 

THE    MOANING    HARP, 

IN   MEMORY   OF   KEV.    EBENKZKIt  WASUHUBN,    BY   UIS 
DAUOIITEU. 

Awake  once  more,  my  slumb'riiig  harp,  awake  I 
Loiiii  hast  thou  silent  on  the  willow  hung, 
Save  when  by  lill'nl  niuht  winds  swayed. 
One  quivering  chord  wailed  out  the  plaint  of  grief. 


MISCELLANEOUS.    OUR  DEAD.    (OR  OUR  DEAR  DEPARTED.) 


791 


Dost  thou  not  know  a  prince  in  Israel, 

A  Ciiristiun  lu-io,  huk-n  with  llio  spoils 

Of  victory,  halli  faUon  at  liis  feet? 

Hast,  thou  no  laurel  wreatii  to  twine  around 

Tlio  urn  of  om;  whose  died.s  of  hiiili  comprise, 

An.l  true  philanthropy,  have,  with  the  good 

And  j;reat,  his  luune  enrolled  ? 

Ah,  nie  1   no  eeiio,  save  that  monotone, — 

Alas!  alas!   mv  father,  thou  art -(one. 

Come,  sacred  iiuim',  attune  my  tremhling  lyre, 

IVid  it  send  forth  in  art-stirrini;  strains 

Of  other  days,  which,  in  a  thou>anil  hcarta, 

Shall  wakeii  pleasinv,'  memories  of  Christ's 

Emhas*idor,  who  fearlessly,  like  Paul, 

Poured  forth  the  thunders  of  a  broken  law  ; 

Or  like  ApoUos,  with  persuasive  eloipience, 

Proclaimed  salvation  to  a  s,'uilty  worhl ; 

Tell  how  ho  kept  the  faith,  fought  ihv  .i:o(Ml  fi-:ht, 

Kinisiieil  his  course  with  joy,  and  won  the  crown. 

Hi'Hin,  my  harp,  he^'in  the  enraptun-d  lay. — 

'T  is  all  in  vain,  ow.  chonl  responds  alone, 

Alas  !  alas  !  my  fatiier,  tliou  art  <,'one  ! 

List,  't  is  the  voice  of  kindred  sympathy, 

Whose  last  appeal,  prompted  by  filial  love. 

Rebukes  my  seltish  grief,  and  nerves  me.  once 

Again,  to  sweep  tiie  silent  chords.     Would  that 

In  fitting  harmonies  I  might  portray 

Ilis  private  worth,  how  lie  cxcell'd  in  all 

Tile  kind  amenities  in  social  life. 

As  husband,  father,  friend — e'en  now  I  seem 

To  t'e(d  the  pressure  of  his  hand  upon 

Mv  head;   I  see  the  fond,  paternal  smile, 

And  iK^ar  the  words,  "My  daughter,"  from  his  lips. 

That  word  awakes  one  chord,  one  strain  alone, 

Alas!  alas!    my  father,  thou  art  gone  ! 

Oh  !   by  those  thronging  memories  which  thrill 

My  (piivering  heart,  urge  me  no  farther. 

In  vain  shall  honor,  gratitude,  or  love. 

Essay  thy  tuneful  powers,  O  silent  harps! 

Some  otiier  bard,  perchance,  with  skillful  hand, 

Wliose  harp-strings  twine  not  round  a  stricken  heart, 

Mav  yet  perform  the  painful,  pleasing  task 

To  lue  denied,  and  by  his  sacred  theme  inspired. 

Pay  a  just  tribute  to  departed  worth. 

Coine,  bending  willow,  on  thy  pensile  bough 

JIv  tuneless  lyre  I  silently  replace. 

There  let  it  softlv  to  the  night  wind  moan, 

Alas  !  alas  !  my  "father,  thou  art  gone  ! 


MBS.  ELECTA  a.  KCI-UXH), 


EARLY   TAKEN. 

1   She  seemed  so  young,  so  young  to  die  ! 
Life,  like  a  dawning,  rosy  day. 
Stretched  from  her  fair  young  feet  away. 
And  beams  from  the  just-risen  suu 


Beckoned  and  woowl  and  urged  her  on. 
Siie  met  the  liglil  witli  iiappy  eyes, 
Fresii  from  tiie  diws  c)f  paradise, 
And  held  her  sweet  iiands  out  to  gra«j) 
Tiie  joys  that  crowded  to  her  elai<p, 
Kaeh  a  surprise,  and  all  so  dear  : 
How  could  we  guess  that  night  was  near? 

2  She  seemed  so  young,  bo  young  to  die ! 
When  the  old  go,  we  sadly  say, 
'T  is  Naturi^'s  own  ap|)oiiited  way  ; 
Tlu!  ripe  grain  gathered  in  must  Ih;, 
The  ripe  fruit  iroin  the  ladt  n  tree. 
The  sere  leaf  (juit  the  bare,  brown  bough  ; 
Summer  is  done,  'tis  autumn  now, 
God's  harvest-time  ;  the  sheaves  among 
His  angels  raise  the  reaping-song. 
And  though  we  grieve,  we  w<nilil  not  slay 
The  shining  sickles  on  their  way. 

8  She  seemed  so  young,  so  young  to  die ! 
We  (piestion  wearily  and  vain 
What  never  answer  shall  make  plain  : 
"Can  it  be  this  the  g<>o<l  Lord  meant 
Which  frustrates  His  benign  intent? 
Wiiy  was  she  jdanted  like  a  flower 
In  mortal  sun  and  mortal  shower. 
And  left  to  grow,  and  taught  to  bloom. 
To  gather  beauty  aiul  perfume  ; 
Why  were  we  set  to  train  and  tend 
If  only  for  this  bootless  end  ?  " 

4  She  seemed  so  young,  so  young  to  die  I 
But  age  and  youth — what  do  they  mean 
Measureil  by  the  eternal  scheme 

Of  (Jod,  and  sifted  out  and  laid 
In  His  unerring  scales  an<l  weighe<l  ? 
How  may  we  test  their  sense  or  worth. 
These  poor  glib  j)hrases.  iKjrn  of  earth. 
False  accents  of  a  long  exile. 
Or  know  the  angels  (U»  not  smile. 
Holding  out  truth's  immortal  gauge. 
To  hear  us  prate  of  youth  and  age  ? 

5  She  seemed  so  young,  so  yonng  to  die  ! 
.So  needed  here  by  every  one. 

Nor  there  :  for  heaven  lias  nec<l  of  uone. 
And  vet,  how  can  we  tell  or  say  ? 
Heaven  is  so  far,  so  far  away  1 
How  do  we  know  its  blissful  store 
Is  full  and  needeth  notliing  more  ? 
It  may  1m>  that  some  tiny  8|»nre 
L.aeked  just  that  little  angel  face. 
Or  the  full  sunshine  misM-tl  one  ray 
Until  our  darling  found  the  way. 

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WOMAy  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


CLOSE  BY  THE  BEAUTIFUL  RIVER. 


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MISCELLANEOUS.    OUR  DEAD.    (OR  OUR  DEAR  DEPARTED.) 


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DOUGLAS. 


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MISCELLANEOUS.    CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER,  Ac. 


fjarritt  iprrsrott  Spofforlr 


■Was  bom  in  C»Uia,  Maine,  In  1835.  Her  cliief  works  have  been  "  Sir 
Roliaii's  Uho8t ;"  "The  Amber  Gods  ;"  "Azarian  ;"  "The  Thief  in  the 
Nielit  ;"  "  New  Kuglarid  Legends  ."  "Art  Decoration  applied  to  Furni- 
ture ;  "  "The  Servant  Question  ; "  "The  Marquis  of  C'arabas,"  and  "  Heater 
Slauly  at  St.  Mark's,"  besides  a  large  number  of  choice  religious  poems. 
For  years  her  home  has  been  on  Deer  Island,  between  Nc»iinrj|>f)rt 
and  Amesbury.  where,  among  the  singing  pines,  it  is  a  fitting  residence 
fur  the  iK>et  aud  author. 


AT   CHRISTMAS   TIDE. 

1  To-iiiglit,  as  oil  all  Christmas  eves, 

I  tliiiik  tlie  moon  in  Palestine 
Silvers  the  jirayly-droopiiifi  leaves 

That  on  the  Mount  of  Olives  shine, 
And  white  as  snows  lie  in  the  li^rht 
On  some  remote  and  sacred  heiglit. 
The  great  brown-open  flowers  must  be 
In  the  garden  of  Gethsemane. 

2  And  wid(!  across  the  wilderness — 

Once  trodden  by  such  weary  feet — 
How  tenderly  the  skies  must  press 

With  tingling  darkness,  low  and  sweet! 
"Wliat  strange,  remeniliering  thrills  must  run 
Through  the  ce<lars  of  Mount  Lebanon, 
And  how,  in  chrism  where  they  spill. 
The  dews  of  llermon  niu.st  tlistill. 


3  Surely  to-night  some  sign  shall  rest 

About  the  Holy  Land,  to  tell 
Of  the  presence  that  once  made  it  blest. 

Surely  the  quivering  east  shall  swell, 
Shall  break  in  one  great  star,  and  tlirow 
Such  glory  on  the  waves  as  though 
The  Lord  still  walked  upon  the  sea 
V>\  the  dark  shore  of  Galilee  ! 

4  Oh  !  to  be  there  this  Christmas  time. 

And  see  the  heavens  above  one  wheel 
And  when  they  opened  in  that  prime 

And  let  great  spirits  forth  !     To  feel 
With  eager,  trembling  heart,  perchance, 
Some  mighty  memory  advance 
With  trailing  garments,  while  the  soid 
Touches  the  hem,  and  is  made  whole. 

HARRIET  PRESCOTT  SPOKFOBD,  188t- 

THE    DAY   OF    DAYS. 
1   Not  in  the  budding  spring-time. 

When  purple  violets  grow. 
And  crocus  and  narcissus 

Their  peaceful  blossoms  show  ; 
Nor  in  the  sunny  summer. 

When  roses  sweet  and  fair 
And  spicy  pinks  give  freely 

Their  fragrance  to  the  air  ; 
Nor  in  the  pleasant  autumn, 

When  golden  turns  the  maize. 
And  trees  with  fruit  are  laden. 

Is  set  the  Dav  of  davs. 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER,  At. 


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2  But,  in  the  dreary  winter. 

Amid  tlic  frosts  ami  snows, 
It  shint-s,  und  litav'iily  hiij^iitnesa 

Upon  tiie  world  bt-stows. 
Just  when  sad  liearts  are  nce<Hng 

Some  promise  and  some  clieer, 
Lo!   there  it  is  before  them, 

The  treasure  of  tlie  year. 
And  sorrows  are  forgotten, 

And  happy  songs  are  sung, 
And  kindly,  joyous  greetings 

Are  lieard  from  old  and  young. 

3  And  all  the  blooms  of  spring-time, 

Anil  summer's  tlowers  gay, 
And  all  of  autunm's  beauty 

Seem  crowded  in  one  (hiy — 
The  Day  that  liglits  the  winter 

Like  gem  in  jet  onslirined, 
Or  picture  wondrous  lovely 

IJy  elM)ny  confined. 
Then  welcome  it,  my  chiKlren, 

With  tliankfulncss  and  praise. 
The  Day  that  brought  the  Christ-ehild — 

The  precious  Day  of  days  ! 


6  Said  I,  His  country  ?  all  the  earth 
IJolohg-,  to  Ilim,  by  right  of  i»irlh  ; 

And  wlii'U  He  came,  ol>»»curc,  unkriovrOf 
Into  a  worlil  His  hands  lia<I  mu<le 
(Hy  sin  and  deatli  in  ruin  lai<l), 

lie  came  but  to  redeem  II i>  own. 

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CHRISTMAS,    1878. 

*HSr»at  \»  ttie  niyiterr  of  OoiUlneai  ;  Ouil  wmn  nuuilfvat  lu  tlio  SmIi.' 

1  What  awe  on  Mary's  spirit  fell. 
What  tender  worship,  who  can  tell  ? 

What  gratitude  without  alloy, 
When  tirst  within  her  youthful  arms 
She  clas|M>d  the  babe,  whose  perfect  charms 

Should  Jill  the  universe  with  joy. 

2  She  heeded  not  the  gloom  of  night. 
That  manger  looked  to  h«T  more  bright 

Than  if  the  snn  above  it  shone; 
The  shallows  from  her  soul  wen.'  gone. 
For  unto  her  the  cliild  was  born. 

The  promised  Heir  of  David's  throne. 

3  "Thou  holy  Child,"  she  softly  snng, 
"Thy  name  shall  dwell  on  every  Uuigue  ; 

My  son,  my  Saviour,  here  I  s«-e ; 
No  mother's  love  was  ere  like  mine, 
No  other  liore  a  Ualx'  divine. 

And  't  is  no  sin  to  worship  Thee." 

4  Almost  two  thousand  years  are  told. 
The  world  itself  is  growing  old. 

And  still,  with  gifts  of  gold  and  gem. 
We  celebrate  the  natal  day 
Of  Him  who  in  the  manger  lay, 

Hy  .Mary's  side,  at  Hethlehem. 

5  And  still,  beeauso  they  met  His  eyes. 
We  love  the  distant  Syrian   skies  ; 

We  love  tln'  hills  and  vales  He  sc.inned; 
Tlie  waves  He  hushed  seem  blesswl  yet. 
His    ^lory  rests  on  Olivet, 

Hi^  rounlrv  is  ••  Tin-  Holv  Land." 


AT   THE    PORTAL- 

J«Mr  yoaal  l«  ooiulder«l  ouo  uf  KanlaiKl**  bort  {xiHa  of  tka  pranal  dftf .  UM 

1  Standing  by  this  veilo<l  Portal, 

On  the  tlir<slndd  of  the  Year, 
Fain  would  we  it.s  depths  discover, 

Thro'  its  shadowy  foldings  p^-er. 
Nay,   we  may  not  niise  llie  curtain ; 

Well  its  socret  it  doth  hold  ; 
Only  day  by  day,  unhastene<l, 

Shall  the  mystic  scroll  unfold. 

2  Back  along  the  days  departed. 

As  we  may  not  look  l>«'forc, 
Ga/e  we  on  the  lengthening  pathway 

We  have  trodden  heretofore. 
Ah  I     The  mystery  has  fade<l ; 

Thick  the  dust  along  it  lies  : 
Once  it  seemed  enchunte<l,  hidden 

As  now  this  is  from  our  eycji, 
8  Is  the  mystery  departed  ? 

Let  us  nearer,  clo^<r  hx^k. 
Scanning  it  with  earnest  heeding. 

As  some  dim-rememb«;red  lKx»k. 
See  our  footprints  I    Now  how  stedfastl 

Now  how  wandi-ring  and  astray  I 
God  be  thanked,  that  Ilis  chastising 

Led  us  back  into  the  way  ; 
4  Here,  the  Cloudy  Pillar  led  u-s  ; 

There,  the  sunshine  was  serrne  ; 
But.  where'er  the  cloud  o'erspread  UA 

Still  His  bow  was  in  it  .seen. 
And  amid  the  direst   anguish 

Where  our  faltering  f(X)tsleps  trod. 
One  was  with  us  in  the  furnace. 

Like  unto  the  Son  of  Go«l. 
6  There,  the  pathway  wo-s  illumined 

As  it  were  with  Angel's  smile; 
Angt'l  footsteps  tHKl  Ix-side  us. 

Lent  us  for  a  little  while. 
Ah  I  the  way  .seemeil  dark  and  dreary 

When  they  left  us  for  their  rest : — 
Wh.-n  we  meet  lx.'yond  the  Portal 

We  shall  know  why  it  was  best. 
6  Dimly  may  we  pjess  the  Future 

By  the  P.xst  that  we  \\n\i'  known. 
\\v  who  hitherto  hath  le«l   us 

Will  not  leave  u*  now  nionr. 
Trii-it  we  then   IIi.s  loving  gnidaneo ; 

\\<'  will  IcimI  lis  by  the  hand. 
Till  the  pil^rimace  is  end«-<I. 

Till  wiiliMi  His  courio  wo  »land. 

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WOMAy  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


THE    SONG    IN    THE    DARK. 

1  I  liciiid  :i  lillli;  l)inl  siiij;  <'«it  «'"«;  moniiiig, 

Wliik-  Vft  the  (laikiiL'>s  ovcrsjui-ad  tlic  sky, 
And  not  Ik  sinule  streak  of  rose  yavu  warning 
Tlial  <Iay  was  nigli ; 

2  It  sanii  \vitli  sut;li  a  sweet  and  joyful  clearness, 

The  silence  piercing  with  a  note  so  tine, 
1  started,  thrilled  witli  sudden  sense  of  nearness 
To  love  Divine. 

3  "O  weary  heart,"  it  seemed  to  utter  "hearken! 

(lod  s("nds  a  message  to  you  in  my  song; 
The  day  is  (-oMiiiig,  though  the  shadows  darken, 
And  night  is  long. 

4  "God  sees  your  eyelids  heavy —  not  with  slumber  : 

The  sorrowful  tears  that  make  their  hriiihlness  dim. 
And  all  your  patient  prayers  (no  man  can  number) 
Are  known  to  llim. 

5  "The  dav  shall  come,  your  darkness  dispossessing;" 

And  while  the  bird  sang,  on  my  eyelids  prest 
A  weight  of  sleep,  the  weary  brain  caressing 
To  hapjiy  rest. 
G  I  slept  as  children  sleep,  tired  out  with  crying ; 
God  knows,  not  I,  when  I  had  slept  before! 
I  waked,  to  (ind  the  gracious  sunshine  lying 
Along  the  floor. 

7  And  in  its  blessed  light  to  see  returning 

The  face  of  one  that  was  the  world  to  me  ; 
The  face  rtiy  heart,  with  bitter  grief  and  yearning. 
Had  ached  to  see. 

8  The  day  had  come  indeed  !  O  sweetest  singer. 

The  song  you  sung  me  in  tin;  dark  was  true, 
And  wouhl  that  I  could  be  so  swift  a  bringer 
Of  joy  to  you  ! 
1)  Your  nest  should  rock  in  greenest  branches,  truly. 
And  tlna-e  your  shy  brown  mate  and  downy  brood 
Should  chirj)  to  you,  and  spread  their  winglets  duly, 
Nor  lack  for  food. 
lU  No  cruel  sportsman  ever  should  molest  you. 
No  sudden  tem|)est  ever  cause  attright, 
Nor  anv  ills  that  birds  arc  heir  to  fret  you, 
15y  day  or  night. 

1 1  Vain  wish,  alas  !  and  valueless  completely  ; 

l'\>r  whether  it  was  blackbird,  wren,  or  lark. 
Or  silver-throated  thrush,  that  all  so  sweetly 
Sang  in  the  dark, 

12  1  never  knew —  you  never  more  came  near  me  ; 

But  I  can  trust  you,  clearly,  to  His  care 
"NVliose  tender  jiity  sent  your  song  to  cheer  me 
In  my  despair. 

muY  K.  BRADLEY. 

ON    THE    BRIDGE    OF    SIGHS. 

1  It  chances  once  to  every  soul 

Witliin  a  narrow  hour  of  doubt  and  dole, 

2  Upon  Life's  Bridge  of  Sighs  to  stand, 
"A  palace  and  a  prison  on  each  hand." 


3  O  palace  of  the  rose  lieart's  hue ! 

How  like  a  flower  the  warm  light  falls  from  you ! 

4  O  prison  with  the  hollow  eyesl 
Beneath  your  stony  glare  no  flowers  arise. 

5  O  palace  of  the  rose-sweet  sin  I 

How  safe  the  heart  that  does  not  enter  in ! 
C  O  blesse<l  prison  walls  I   How  true 

The  freedom  of  the  soul  that  chooses  you  ! 

ELIZABETH  8TUAHT  FUELF8. 

IF    I    COULD    KNOW. 

1  If  by  a  wish  I  could  withdraw 

The  future's  veil,  to-night — 
Could  know  what  God  in  tenderness 
Holds  hidden  from  my  sight — 

2  I  would  not  seek  the  veil  to  lift, 

Nor  make  tliat  knowledge  mine  ; 
I  still  would  leave  all  in  His  hands. 
And  trust  His  care  divine. 

3  Is  some  great  sorrow  waiting  me? 

'T  is  better  not  to  know  : 
Why  shadow  all  my  happy  days 
With  dread  of  coming  woe  ? 

4  Of  this  I'm  sure  :  if  sorrow  waits, 

God's  love  is  waiting,  too ; 
I'll  lean  my  weakness  on  His  strength 
And  He  will  bear  me  through. 

5  Perhaps  some  joy — some  wondrous  joy, 

Is  held  for  me  in  store  I 
Would  daily  blessings  grow  less  sweet 
For  knowing  it  before  ? 

6  Then  keep  it  safely  hid,  dear  Lord, 

Until  that  blissful  hour 
When  on  my  trusting  heart  is  laid 
Joy's  full  and  perfect  flower. 

7  It  m<iy  be  neither  joy  nor  grief 

'Twill  long  be  mine  to  share; 
Could  I  with  calm,  untroubled  soul. 
This  strange,  sad  knowledge  bear? 

8  Or  should  I  shrink  to  find  how  near 

Death's  waiting  angel  stands  ? 
I  cannot  tell,  but  gladly  leave 
All  in  my  Father's  hands  ; 

9  Assured  that,  as  the  past  has  been. 

The  future  still  shall  be  : 
Each  day  will  bring  its  needed  grace. 
Its  needed  strength  to  me. 

MAKV    K.   BrcK. 
Traverse  City,  Micb.  Aug.  1885. 

OUR    POETS. 

1  Why  do  you  sing  of  Grecian  myths 
()  gifted,  noble  poets? 
Our  land  is  full  of  earnest  deeds 
In  war  or  peace;  of  human  needs. 
Of  sunny  skies,  of  verdant  trees, 
Of  gardens  like  Ilesperiiles. 


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2  As  fair  as  Phryno  arc  our  fair  ; 
Our  men  as  bravo  as  Ajux  arc ; 
Naiii,'lit  ti»  I'ciicli>|>i!  is  tliK! 

Moro  tliaii  our  women,  iritd  and  true. 

3  Antiftam's  blood  as  Troy's  is  red  ; 
Art,  witli  j^reat  I'liidias,  is  not  dead  ; 
Ami  I'lalos  state  ma)  live  aj;ain, 
Portrayed  by  just  as  brilliant  j>en. 

4  Delve  not,  jjreat  singers,  in  tbe  past, 
Tlie  present  needs  you  ;  in  these  last 
Great  eyeles  of  a  Christian  age, 
You  have  a  royal  iieritagf  ; 

5  To  teacii  that  knowledgt?  is  for  all, 
Tlu!  peasant  in  the  meanest  stall 
As  for  the  king;  that  highest  place 
Is  open  to  the  lowest  race. 

G  1 1  it  is  worthy  ;  speech  be  free, 

Ami  thought  be  boundless  as  the  soa ; 
That  force  is  l»rutish  ;  peace  and  lovo 
Siiall  in  the  future  richly  prove 

7  Man  to  be  (iodlike  in  his  birth  ; 
Labor  i>e  honored  in  the  earth  ; 
Who  works  with  eitht-r  hand  or  pen 
Wins  homage  from  his  fellow  men. 

8  I'leasure  iii  killing  beast  or  bird 
Uo  counted  savage,  and  unheard 
In  Innnblc  cot  or  princely  hall. 
Woman  be  honored  ;  e(pial  all 

9  Hefore  the  law,  and  (Jod  ;  that  sin 
Siiail  not  set  ojien  door  to  win 
Our  love<l  ones ;  purity  is  best, 
And  pays  its  wage  with  interest. 

10  O  gifted,  noble  singers,  write 

For  us  who  are  the  living; 

lie  prophets,  harbingers  of  light, 

Your  highest  talents  giving, 

11  To  lead  man  to  his  best  estate; 

To  study  and  aspire  ; 
For  he  is  poet  truly  grt-at 

Who  helps  his  brother  higher. 

««AR*H   K.   BOLTi'M. 
CleTelaod.  Julr  29,  188S. 

LO.    A    MIGHTY    HOST. 

1  Lo  I  a  mighty  host  is  rising  now, 

See  !  their  banner  is  unfurled! 
Its  fair  legend.  Truth  and  Righteousness, 
Spreail  the  tidings  thro'  the  worM. 

2  See  the  mighty  host  advancing  now! 

L<M)k  I  the  proud  ojiprcssors  tiee  ! 
So  our  country  breaks  its  fetters  off, 
Ami  her  captive  sons  are  free. 
8  Weary  watchers,  cease  your  vigils  now, 
For  the  morning  surely  comes  ; 
Night  i-i  tleeing,  joy  is  dawning  now 
On  your  hearts  ami  on  your  homes. 

kiiil  ■■  I'luM  ll.>)«  >ilH>  Ui-iiiw  KMiimw."  hirth  •liidM-n  In  l>Ki|in>i>4>y;  ' Xrfcial 

«urk. 


4  Sing,  O  Zion  !  ho  more  desolate, 

Lift  thine  eyes,  the  brightness  see  ! 
Thy  Utdeemer  makes  thee  gloriuu«, 
Thine  oppressors  bend  to  thee. 

MIW    M    *    t'OU.Iiaa. 

I'opyrlvtit.  1874.  and  Mt  in  lutuifl  \<t  w.  ti.  UJAiiK. 
Ill  "FouuUUu  uf  Hoog."     By  |icr.  Ulclinr  4  Main. 

THE    EDICTS   OF   THE    CENTURY. 

1  Upon  tlu'  cfutury's  battlements 
(Jod's  wailing  Inralds  gather. 

Ami  lliey  scan  the  heavens  aUive  them, 

And  they  peer  into  the  idght ; 
And  they  cry,  "O  watchman!  tell  us 

If  the  shadows  are  departing, 
If  ill  the  glorious  morning-timo 

They  surely  shall  be  light." 

2  "  Wi-  have  heard,"  say  they,  "Iliscliariot  wheels 
Holi  onward  through  tin;  darkness, 

Iloll  oiiwanl  o'er  the  coastland, 

Like  the  surges  of  the  d«cp. 
And  till-  thunders  boom  before  Him 

As  tli<!  cannon  in  the  battle. 
And  the  noisy  nations  listen 

To  His  mandates  as  they  sweep." 

3  All  through  the  silent  centuries 
His  plans  have  1k'«mi  unfolding; 

All  through  the  slumbering  ages 

His  firm  <leerees  have  stoo<l ; 
Thev  are  echoing  «lown  the  mountains. 

They  are  echoing  through  the  valleys. 
And  the  breakers  loud  proclaim  them 

Upon  the  ocean  flood  I 

4  '•  Let  the  wrong  that  rules  the  nations 
He  hurled  from  off  my  footstool  ; 

Let  right  prevail  in  all  the  lands," 

The  mighty  edict  rings. 
The  darkness  is  departing. 

And  the  day  of  light  is  dawning. 
Through  the  ihingeon  of  the  captive. 

And  the  palace  gates  of  kings. 

5  "  Ye  shall  level  down  the  mountjiins. 
Make  straight  the  cr(X)ked  highways. 

For  my  messengers  are  on  tin-  wing, 

Mv  counsels  will  not  wait  ; 
And  niy  chari(»te<Ts  drive  swiftly 

On  the  whirlwinds  of  the  ages. 
And  swiftly  write  the  chronicles 

Upon  the  book  of  fate." 

6  "  Y<'  shall  hurl  from  your  high  places 
The  idols  ye  have  biiihled. 

The  Molochs  staineil  witli  crimson   blood 

That  (lurpleHth  the  land  ; 
Lo  1  the  peoples  lift  ni)  ". 

And  the  battle  triiin|"  h. 

To  the  van  guard  n  i;ii.4nl. 

Go  forth  at  my  « • 

In  "TW  !(r«  En.*  IflU 

nw  of  |>onn«:  "  TV"  rnwiil  IV.hl«>in."  •  toroiawuKw  ••'Wt:  "  11 
Slualk*  In   Kupit>-.~  mmI  •r-oip  iiUa>r»     Mm  is  il«vt>if  lnl«t«.i 


798 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


EASTER   FLOWERS. 


1  Ghul  bells  raitj^  in  the  Easter  morn,  and  I 

Was  sad  and  weary  of  tlie  tilings  of  time; 
Nor  wonid  1  list  tiie  Angel  choir  that  sang, 

In  softtst  harmony,  to  tiieir  sweet  clime ; 
Anil  still  their  tunefnl  notes  pealed  on,  until 

The  forests  and  the  fields,  and  all  the  air. 
Were  filled  with  music  of  the  Easter  hells, 

And  Eiistcr  flowers  were  blooming  everywhere. 

2  And  midst  the  joyous  ringing  of  the  bells 

I  caught  the  low,  sweet  voices  of  the  flowers — 
For  (Jod  doth  grant  to  them  a  tongue  to  soothe 

The  heart  that  aches  in  this  sad  world  of  ours — 
And  still  they  mnrnmred.  till  mine  ear  did  lose 

The  swelling  |)a'an  of  the  happy  bells, 
And  I  stooped  low,  tiiat  1  may  hear  once  more 

The  story  that  a  simple  llow'ret  tells. 

3  *'  I  know  that  ye  are  bright  and  beautiful," 

I  iTied  ;  "  and  your  sweet  breath  doth  wake  agaia 
The  memories  of  yore,  and  bind  anew 

The  golden  links  of  thought's  electric  chain  ; 
Ye  mind  me  of  the  loved  and  lost,  and  joys 

And  hopes  of  days  that  were  too  bright  to  last ; 
But  can  ye  give  them  back  to  me  again  'i 

One  word  from  out  the  dead  and  silent  Past  ? 

4  "  Alas,  your  whispers  are  but  mockeries  ! 

From   earth's  cold  graves  ye  have  returned,  but 
where 
The  precious  ones  who  went  to  sleep  with  you  ? 

Do  ye  of  them  no  sign,  no  tidings  bear  ? 
And  still  with  such  a  loving  tenderness 

They  plead,  that  I  could  not  refuse  to  hear ; 
And  lo  I  close  to  my  side  a  Passion  Flower 

Proclaimed,  in  accents  wondrous  sweet  and  clear— 

5  "  I  bear  a  sigh  and  message  from  that  Blessed  One 

Who  suifered  eighteen  hundred  years  ago  ; 
And  through  the  rolling  centuries  of  time 

I  tell  the  story  of  His  cross  and  woe !  " 
And  then  a  Lily  fair,  whose  snowy  cup 

Hung  o'er  the  crystal  stream,  spoke,  in  a  voice 
Of  calm,  assuring  love,  and  bade  my  heart 

Forget  its  grief,  and  looking  up,  rejoice. 

6  "  I  J>ear  sweet  tidings  from  Our  Father's  house  ; 

Look  on  my  face  ;  behold,  I  am  in  His  care  I 
Upon  His  hand  I  live,  from  day  to  day. 

And  spotless  robes  of  radiant  beauty  wear." 
Half-hidden  Violets  then  took  tlu'  theme, 

And  s|)ok(!  the  graces  of  humility  ; 
Anil  .lastidnes,  from  their  leafy  coronal, 

Told  of  a  life  from  mortal  sorrows  free. 


7  The  shadows  lengthened,  and  the  day  was  spent, 

And  lingering  still,  1  listened  to  the  flowers ; 
"Fair  teachers,  ye  have  brought  me  peace,"   I  cried, 

•'And  giv'n  me  strength  for  suffering's  bitter  hours." 
The  night  came  on,  and  daylight  sank  to  rest. 

The  earth  was  still — the  hajtpy  birds — the  air  ; 
The  Easter  bells  and  hushed  their  joyous  song. 

But  Easter  flowers  were  blooming  everywhere  ! 

J.  ZITELXA  C'OOKB, 
"  The  Continent." 


glrs.  glara  §1.  |.  ^tansburir,  m  pi]innf]r, 


Was  born  at  Vernon,  New  York,  Oct.  5,  1842.  She  has  written  con- 
siderable prose  and  verse  for  many  years,  ar.d  all  of  it  is  of  a  high  order 
of  exc«^lleiice.  She  has  euitributed  to  various  Ma^'nzines  and  Journals, 
and  is  the  author  of  the  celebrated  "  How  he  saved  St.  Michael'K,"  that 
has  lH!en  wafted  far  and  near  by  celebrated  ektcutinuists.  Mrs.  Stansbury 
is  called  :i  writer  of  rare  quality,  *rather  than  quaTitity;)  and  a  uonian  iu 
the  highest  sense,  by  those  who  know  her  best.  A  ladyiif  cnUuri- and 
position,  she  l>ehttingly  adorns  her  biautlful  home  at  ApiiU-ton.  Wis. 
The  world  will  doubtless  receive  gems  of  poetry  from  her  graceful  pen, 
in  the  years  to  follow. 


ALTAR-LILIES. 

1  My  feet  had  sought  the  chapel-door  too  soon, 

And,  pausing  still  without,  I  strove  in  vain 
To  feel  the  peace  of  Sabbath  afternoon 

Hush  to  like  rest  my  weary  heart  and  brain. 

2  Tiie  valley,  to  the  far  hills'  circling  rim. 

All  sun  full  stood, — a  cup  of  golden  wine 
Pouixd  for  earth's  solemn  feast ; — my   eyes  were 
dim. 
Discerning  not  the  sacrament  divine. 

3  A  bell's  deep  clangor  thrilled  the  scented  air. 

And  o'er  the  worshippers'  slow-gathering  bauds 
The  grove,  responsive  to  its  call  for  prayer, 
Waved,  suddenly,  a  thousand  leafy  hands. 

4  I  entered  then,  and  in  a  dim  alcove 

Sat,  fain  to  hide  my  grief  from  others'  sight, — 
The  while,  outside  the  window  poised  a  dove 
Dropping  ringed  shadows    through    the  painted 
light. 

5  God's  message  to  me  waiting  thus  apart, 

Came  not,  that  day,  through  solemn  prayer  or 
psalm. 
Yet  slowly,  softly,  sank  upon  my  heart 
The  benediction  of  a  wordless  calm. 
G  On  a  low  bench,  within  the  altar-rail. 

There   stood    a   vase    of    flowers,    the   ofTering 
sweet 
Of  one  who  traced  God's  steps  o'er  hill  and  dale 
And  laid  again  His  blossoms  at  His  feet. 
7  A  lava-vnsc.  with  tales  of  mountain-throes. 

And  craters  yawning  to  the  deep  profound, — 
It  held  white  lilies  pure  as  Al]>ine  snows. 
And  clinging  sprays  of  ivy  clasped  it  'round. 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER,  Ac. 


799 


8  "  So,  heart,"  I  said,  ''nil  Rcarretl  with  hidih'U  tire,       5 

Tak.-  lorm  un.l  Ixaiity  from  th.-  IIjukI  «liviiu;, 
To  liiiKl  tin-  lilirs  swell  of  pun-  lUsin;, 

Ami  let  iiuiuortul  hopes  about  tlno  twiiic  1 

9  "  Then,  not  to  theu  alone  shall  lu-  thf  break 

Of  fairer  dawns,— the  pea.te  that  follows  strife— 
The  breath  of  love  an<l  gratitude  shall  make 

Such  sweetness   'round   thee    in    the    uisles    of    G 
life, 
10  "  That  some  bowed  soul,  low-pressed  by  grief  and 
care. 


Now  it  is  June  ;   and  the  secret  is  told  : 
Flashe<l  Irom  the  buti<  rcnp's  <,'lor,v  of  ;;old. 
Iluninied  in  the  bunii(lel>ee'»  ;;ladnei»s.  and  sun-j 
New  from  each  bouj^h  where  a  binlVnest   ih  hwunj;; 
lireathed  from  the  clover-U-dn  when  tlie  win<U  pasK, 
C  hirpt'd  in  small  psalms  through   the  aisles  of  iho 
grass, 

IJ.auty  of  roses, — the  lavish  sweet  light,— 
Sjjleiidor  of  trees,  rearing  up  the  blue  height, — 
Smell  of  the  strawberry, —  balsam  of  pine.— 
Bliss  of  the  brook,— an<l  this  nipture  of  miuc ! 


^...«^.  ,      .  Tell  they  not  all,  now  their  heyday  is  here. 

Shall  feel  its  deadened  pulses  wake  and  stir,  ^^_^^_^  ^^^  ^^^^  Summer  is  Heart  of  the  Year? 

Lift  its  sad  brow  to  greet  the  heavenly  air,^^ 

And  rise,  a  free  and  joyous  worshipper !  "  7 

MABY  A.  P.  BTAKSBURV. 
Appleton.  WU.,  WL 


girs.  J.  ^.  ^.  ^'itbitntn, 

Wan  horn  In  B.«t"n  In  1321.  ai.»«uL 

Since  her  return  frntn  abnw.l.  liM  .iHi.t  her  »umracr»  »t  Al«t««l. 
N  H  UDnwh  hi'r  hLiUf  U  In  MIlKm.  Mam..  ni-..r  U.«Uin.  She  U  t-Tcry- 
wher.'kn..wn  ^  one  ..(  tht-  tlr.t  in  mnk.  among  the-  literary  »..m..n  of 
thol9th  cntury.  e^wcially  a»  a  wrlur  f,.r  y.mn«  rva.lr,^  .."„„, 
0,M«,  for  Crown  FolkH."  "We  Girl."  "Tlu.  mher  f..rUi:  ■  Bntfred 
OrvuiU"  'Tlie  Oaywortlo";"  "Pali.nce  Slrou,;'.  Outing/  an-  aiu..n« 
her  choice  pr.«o  workn.  while  hfr  pretty  poem».  «o  «,«rklln(!  an.l  hri^'ht^ 
tK  .cattorc.1  ll>r..u«h  «:ho..l  l"x,k.  anil  Magazine^  Molng  much  toward 
creatine  a  toite  for  healthful  literature  In  the  mIn.U  of  young  people. 

Tw..  collectioun  of  Mm.  Wliltno's  po.-ni«  are  cntitl«.l  "  r»n«iei^  "  and 
•'  Footiitep*  on  the  Sea,"  pulilmheil  lu  1857. 

THE    HEART   OF   THE   YEAR. 

1  White  lay  the  world  in  her  burial  web; 
Deep  in  December  her  lift!  was  at  ebb  ; 

Gray  with  great  clouds,  all  the  air-height  was  dim  ; 
Frost-lingers  cruel  and  stealthy  and  slim, 
StilTeiied  and  sheathed  every  brier  and  stem, 
llreaths  of  slow  death-wind  detaining  on  them. 

2  Heavy  tree-branches  swayed  upward  and  fell, 
Moved  like  the  swing  of  a  funeral  bell. 
Where  were  the  toss  and  the  shimmer  of  June? 
Glory  of  green  that  had  vanished  so  soon  ? 
Riid-song  and  bloom?     I  outquestioned  with  fear: 
"Heart  of  Winter!     Oh  !  art  thou  the   Heart  of  the 

Year  ?  " 

3  Hush  of  snow,  and  dull  moan  of  the  trees, — 
Durance  of  all, — wa.s  there  answer  in  these? 
Durance  !  That  said  it.  The  things  that  cndu 
Hear,  and  wait  on — are  the  things  that  are  sure ! 
Not  in  the  shroud,  or  the  pall,  or  the  tear — 
Deep  in  the  life,  is  the  Hi^art  of  the  Year  I 

4  Down  where  the  pain  and  the  shrinking  can  be, 
Umis  the  ureal  Summer,  for  earth  and  for  me. 
Down  at  tlio  quick  it  must  gather  awliilc, — 
Grow  to  the  fullness, — for  blossom  and  smile  ; 
Where  the  hope  hiiles,  under  hindrance  .ind  loss. 
Lies  the  heart-meaning,  the  sign  of  the  crojHtl 


Hillowing  forest,  and  halin-b«'aring  breeite,-— 
Oiitcome'of  life, — lies  the  answer  in  these? 
Waiting,  fultilling. — holds  neither  the  whole  ; 
(;reater  the  gospel  than  joyance  or  dole  ; 
Whether  His  snows  or  His  roses  Ix-fall, 
Heart  of  the  Father  is  Heart  of  it  all  1 

AUKLIXK  D.   T.   WllIT»r.r. 
In  "The  Ccutury,*  ltd 

GOD'S    LIGHTS    AND   SHADOWS. 

I  think  Gcxl  throws  the  lights  and  shades  with  care, 

Across  the  canvas  of  each  human  life. 

O'er  one  that  starts  ui  shadow.  He  will  cast 

So  rich  a  glow  some  time  in  after  life. 

As  serves  to  \\\\vi  the  dark  remembrance  out ; 

Or  He  will  give  one  such  a  sunny  youth. 

The  liiiht  will  stream  on  through  all  after  years 

And  glint  the  very  [lortals  of  the  grave. 

For  me,  there  is  no  time  when  storm  and  wind. 

And  surge  and  roar  of  madly  tossing  waves. 

So  deafen  me  I  cannot  hear  from  far 

The  tinkle  of  the  joy  bells  of  my  youth. 

The  silvery  echoes  come  caressingly. 

And  sweep  as  softly  as  an  angel's  wing. 

Alwve  my  weary,  worn,  storm-beaten  breast. 

And  I  forget  my  sorrows  for  a  time. 

The  angry  billow  s  and  the  starless  sky. 

And  roam  again  a  child  in  sunny  Jields  ; 

Gathering  lltiwcrs  where  the  mc-wlows  slopi» 

So  cool  and  green,  out  toward  the  iK-ckiuiing  wa. 

Ah  me  !  who  says  delusion  is  not  sweet  ? 

•*  But  arc  you  stronger,  when  the  dream  h.as  fl«>«l. 

To  Iwttle  with  life's  woes?"  p|<rhaps  one  .i*ks. 

Stay  I  and  if  noU  what  matter?  Go«l  is  I^ve. 

And  Holes  not  out  His  gifts  with  cautioui*  hand. 

I^'st  tliey  should  more  tliaii  meet  our  dirct  m-eil. 

The  mother's  notconteni  to  give  her  chihl 

Those  things  alone  that  make  it  strong  and  wUe ; 

But  ever  tlu  re's  an  over|dus  of  love, 

Tlittt  trickles  out  in  trinkets,  bauble*.  t.>\«, 

Cares-ses,  ami  a  thousand,  thousand  f^"-  .-^ 

That  have  no  u.se  but  simply  to  n 

Our  Futlier.  lliniugh  all  nature,  t.  :•>: 

That  Love  U  gn-uler  than  our  utmuAt  uc«i, 


800 


WOMAN  IX  SACRED  SONO. 


And  over  boads  the  hrimminjr  moasiirc  o'er 

Willi  ptMily  (lro|).s  of  Heaven's  own  fullness  born. 

Tin?  HovviTs  ,'tiiil  ferns,  the  water  and  the  trees, 

Insects  anti  birds  and  clouds,  all  have  their  use; 

But  Oil !  the  perfume  and  the  coloring, 

The  grace  of  outline  and  the  endless  song, 

AVhat  are  all  these  but  Love's  divine  excess, 

The  soft  caresses  of  the  mother  side 

Of  the  Great  Heart  that  fills  our  triune  God  ? 

So  too,  this  \von<lrous  gift  of  memory — 

This  golden  hinge  on  which  God's  purpose  turns, 

(For  the  to-come  is  born  of  the  has-been)  — 

K'en  this  most  needful  of  all  gifts  to  man, 

Hears  on  iLs  frout  an  etiluenci;  divine, 

A  radiant  reHex  of  the  morn  or  life ; 

Fair  with  all  forms  of  ever-changing  lights. 

Vocal  with  vague,  delicious,  dreamy  sounds, 

Tiiat  babble  to  us  sunny  pastorals, 

When  the  grand  epic  of  the  added  years 

Would  crush  us  with  its  heavy,  stately  tread. 

And,  as  the  mother  croons  some  nursery  rhyme — 

To  make  her  suffering  child  forget  the  pain 

That  mt'an while  steadily  works  out  its  cure — 

So,  in  these  sweetly  flowing  cadences 

That  steal  up  through  the  crash  and  din  of  life, 

And  lay  a  liu->li  so  softly  on  it  all, 

May  we  not  hear  a  loving  Father's  voice 

Striving  to  soothe  us  in  the  bitter  liours 

That  pain  and  sorrow.  His  physicians,  bring, 

The  while  they  purge  the  soul  and  make  it  clean  ? 

For  we  are  children,  chihlren  always,  here  ; 

And  get  so  weary  at  "the  game  of  life" — 

So  fevered  in  the  race,  so  bruised  with  falls, 

We  need  the  simple  nursery  rhyme  of  love 

Far  more  than  all  the  wisdom  of  the  schools. 

And  Oil  I  God's  book  of  rhymes,  how  full  it  is  ! 

Suited  to  every  form  of  ill  we  bear ; 

What  song  e'er  swept  the  ages  through  so  clean, 

Driving  the  stormy  jiassions  from  the  breast. 

Bringing  such  balm  and  healing  in  their  stead — 

As  the  sweet,  simple  story  of  the  Cross — 

"  Tlie  old,  old  story,"  always  fresh  and  new  ? 

And  yet  'tis  but  His  tendercst  lullaby — 

The  cradle-song  of  our  humanity — 

In  which  the  germ  of  truths  that  lie  beyond 

Our  present  feeble  grasp,  is  warped  about 

In  the  soft  folds  of  all-adaptive  Love  ? 

And  we  are  soothecl,  and  comforted,  and  blest, 

Where  naked  Truth  wouUl  but  hav<!  awed  and  crushed. 

When  we  are  strong  and  well  and  older  grown, 

And  from  this  earthly  nursery  have  gone 

To  take  possession  of  our  mansions  there, 

Then  wi;  can  liear  the   wondrous  symphony 

That  holds  it  all  iid)lent,  harmonious: 

Tilt!  soft,  a!oliaii  whisperings  of   Love, 

The  swift,  sharp.   pi<Tcing  anvil-stroke  of  Pain, 

Tiie  slow  vibrating  chords  of  SufTering, 

The  grandly  swelling  organ  peal  of  Truth, 

Responsive  each  to  each,  in  concord  all  ; 


The  child's  fresh  note  of  joy  and  innocence 
Finding  its  complement  an  octave  higher ; 
Rising  into  the  rapture  of  the  saint. 
Through  minor  tones  of  sorrow,  sin  and  death. 
Each  life  is  God's  Great  Theme  epitomized — 
Eden  in  octave  with  .Jerusalem, 
Gethsemane  and  Calvary  between. 


UBS.  EDWAilD  L.  SKINNER. 


A    WORKINGWOMAN. 

1  Life  gives  us  armor  for  the  fate  we  meet ; 

Our  sense  is  blunted  when  our  pain  is  old ; 
A  blacksmith's  hand  is  hardened  to  the  heat; 

A  beggar's  foot  is  torpid  in  the  cold. 
So  every  man  develops  incomplete  : 

You'd  taste  the  tang  in  such  a  crust  as  mine, 

And  be  indifferent  to  your  daily  wine; 
But  to  the  starving  palate,  bread  is  sweet  I 

2  A  woman  gave  me  shelter  from  the  rain  ; 

Her  thrilling  warmth  was  like  a  dumb  caress  ; 
No  pang  is  like  that  pang  of  happy  pain 

In  souls  unused  to  healing  tenclerness ; 
Such  clay  as  ours  grows  callous  toward  disdain  ; 

We  waste  no  anguish  on  perpetual  slight ; 

But,  trust  me,  we  can  feel  a  sharp  delight 
Your  deadened  spirit  will  not  know  again  ! 

3  I  went  at  dusk  a  lonely  watch  to  keep. 

A  rough  man  stopped  me,  muffled  to  the  chin  ; 
I  took  his  place ;  the  way  was  long  and  steep. 

The  wagon  groaned,  the   white  sacks   hemmed 
me  in  ; 
In  un warmed  hearts  such  kindnesses  strike  deep  ; 

Tliut  liuman  touch  uplifted  and  renewed 

Through  long,  laborious  days  of  solitude 
And  feverish  nights  of  unrofreshing  sleep. 

4  Where  the  wide  hearth  with  rosy  comfort  glowed, 

I  drank  new  courage  for  advancing  day  ; 
In  the  bleak  wind,  against  the  dusty  load, 

3Iy  swelling,  overburdened  heart  gave  way. 
His  silent  figure  kept  the  narrow  road  ; 

I  felt  the  panting  horses  heave  and  strain, 

Till  night  fell  back  from  many  a  lighted  pane 
And  through  the  fog  the  village  steeple  showed. 

5  We  laboring  women  are  too  early  wise ; 

"  Unformed "    we    are,    by  comfort,    pleasure, 
care. 
No  wonder,  then,  we're  crooked  in  your  eyes. 

Too  rudely  shaped  by  trouble  and  des]iair. 
You  stare  so  hard  the  natural  shrinking  dies  ; 

We're  fortunate  and  grow  bold  and  suffer  less, 

Being  strongest  in  a  power  of  ha|)piness 
That  uothint;  this  side  Heaven  satisfies. 

DORA  READ  OOODAXK. 
Sky  Farm,  BcrluJiireCu.,  Mass.,  1884. 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEARS,  EASTER,  Jre. 


HOI 


INJUSTICE. 

1  All.  biotliiTs,  liad  yv   wisfly    laii^lit  tliis    vital    truth 

of  yore, 
Tliat  molliers  most   of  ail  should  kani  all  patriotic 

lore. 
This    picture    we    woulil    not    hiive    witiii.'ssed    o'er 

and  o'l'r. 
A  vinc-wrcallu'd  cottaf,'e  at  the  even-tide, 
With  children  knctdiiii;  at  the  inglc-side, 
Sweet  mother  voices  throuj^h  the  shadows  creep, 
While  children  echo,  "lay  nie  down  to  sleep." 
The  \t'ars  j;o  hy  ;  the  mother's  work  sei'Uis  o'er, 
The  boy  is  sure  he  knows  a  i^reat  <leal  more 
Than  father  e'i'r  for;^ot,  or  mother  ever  knew, 
Anil  all  the  women  of  her  century,  too. 

2  Ami  when  with  mother  instinct  slie  defeitils 
Her  rii^ht  to  ciioiei^  of  rulers,  or  commends 
One  of  iier  boys  whom  slie  first  tiuiiilit  to  know 
The  dilTiTenee  vast  twixt  Freedom's  friend  or  foe, 
Her  boy  will  sometimes  in  her  face  dare  look. 
And  say  ii  woman's  business  is  to  cook. 

The  boy  whom  she  ahnu-  taught  how  to  juay, 
The  sacred  rij^hts  of  conseienee  dares  impeach, 
Denies  his  mother's  rij,dit  to  pray  or  preach. 

BLIZAIIETII    BOTNTON    HARBEKT. 

lu  'The  New  Era,"  1885. 


A    BIT   OF    LACE. 

1  Only  a  bit  of  lace, 

Oidy  a  few  ells  long ; 
The  whirr  of  a  wing  in  a  second's  grace 
CouM  blow  it  away  without  a  trace. 
So  light  w;is  the  fairy  bit  of  lace  ; 

Hardly  tlie  thing  for  a  song! 
Hardly  the  thing  for  a  song  !     But  wait; 
There  is  a  story  to  relate. 

2  .Summer  in  Calvados  ; 

A  woman  all  bent  and  old. 
So  blind  that  she  totters  as  she  goes  ; 
Her  hair  is  as  white  as  the  driven  snows; 
Faint  with  hunger  the  whole  village  knows, 

But  lace  like  her's  brings  gold  ; 
It  is  so  tine,  brings  gold.     Oh  I  wait. 
She  is  weaving  early,  weaving  late. 

3  Calvados'  leaves  are  shed; 

i'lu'  summer  is  over  antl  gone  ; 
Caivailos'  winters  are  cold,  'tis  said. 
There's  a  house  where  eyes  with  tears  are  rcil ; 
The  blind  old  ujother  is  laying  ilead, 

Hut  the  bit  of  lace  is  done. 
"  See  !   the  lace  is  don<',  .Sir  Priest.     0!i  !  wait. 
Tin?  pay  is  sure,  though  .sometimes  late  I  " 


4  Sununer  arose  across  the  .se.rs, 

.Summer  on  land,  in  sky, 
Snniincr  in  a  Inartles-  heart  at  case. 
With  swift,  white  lian<l.>  to  snatch  and  seize 
(iifis  from  a  lover,  who  kneels  to  pleaj>u 

Kach  mood  as  it  lliis  by. 
What  mood  is  this  Hits  by?     Oh  !  wait. 
My  sweet!     'T  is  bought  I     The  man  comes  late! 

5  Only  a  bit  of  lace, 

Oidy  a  few  ells  long; 
Kut  the  wlude  of  a  life,  and  a  life's  last  grace, 
CJone  in  a  moment,  without  a  trace. 
Were  in  the  threads  of  that  bit  of  laee. 

Oh  !  tlie  death  and  doom  in  the  song  ! 
Oh  I  the  death  and  doom  in  the  song  I    Itiii  wait; 
The  mills  of  the  go<ls  grind  slow,  grind  late  ! 

U     B. 

Ill  "The  IndcpctKlmt,"  IIM. 

WORSHIP, 

OK 

GOD    IN    NATURE. 

1   Oh  I   it  is  sweet  to  go  away  alone 

In  Nature's  solitudes,  ami,  'neath  the  v.i.st. 
Empyrean  dome  of  her  own  temple  grand, 
Worship  the  Go<l  to  whom  her  altars  are 
I'preared,  to  honor  whom  she  offers  up 
Her  hourly,  daily,  yearly  sacrifice 
Of  beauty  ami  of  song. 

2  Whoe'er  hath  stood 
Between  the  everKosting,  pine-clad  hills. 
That  rise  above  the  shadows  of  the  earth 
Into  the  calm,  unclouded  light  of  heaven, 
And  listened  t«>  the  tones  out  rolling  from 
Their  caverns  deep  and  grand,  like  organ  swells, 
Blent  with  the  sweeter  sounds  of  bird  and  wave. 
And  hath  not  felt  within  his  wondering  soul 
That  the  eternal  (lo«l  was  there  reveahd, 
Until  the  eye  suffused  and  ihrobliing  heart 
Gave  token  of  His  jxiwer?     Who  hath  not  felt 
At  such  a  time,  in  such  a  place,  his  soul 
Expand,  until  its  greatness  seemed  to  fill 
The  universe,  ami  reach  the  throne  of  (Jo<l  i 

I  seem  akin  to  Gwl  to-<lay — akin 
To  all  ereat«;d  things.     These  hills  and  trees 
My  brothers  are,  these  flowers  my  sisters  sweet, 
_   Nature  my  mother  kind  and  true,  anil  CJo<l 
The  Father  of  us  all — a  hies.sed  band  ! 

It  thrills  my  dee|H?st  soul  to  feel  the  calm, 
Great  heart  of  Nature,  filled  to  overflow 
With  tin?  <juick  essence  of  the  life  of  joy 
Beating  so  near  to  mine.     How  every  leaf 
And  e\ery  flower  seems  trembling  with  the  bliss 
That  pidses  throu-:!!  its  every  vein  I      I  love 
These  days,  this  tuneful  month  of  .Tune,  so  glad 
With  song.     I  love  this  wrinkled  earth  ;  ea<  h  n<Mik 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


And  corner  of  the  grand  old  tiling  is  dear, 
lJ»'f;uise  (lod  made  it,  and  becaiisu  it  is 
So  oltl. 

3  "1"  is  a  grand  phico  to  live,  tiiis  earth, 
And  life  itself's  a  grand  and  glorious  thing. 
I  love  to  live.      Eacli  coming  dav  doth  bring 
Kn<iugh  of  the  supreincst,  rarest  joy, 
To  coni|)L'nsate  for  all  its  tlirest  ills. 
And  leave  enougii  beside  to  make  God  kind 
And  life  a  blessing.      I  would  live,  and  take 
Tlie  mingled  cup  from  out  the  hand  of  God, 
And  bless  Ilim  for  the  mingling.     God  is  good. 
And  earth  is  good,  and  good  hearts  throb,  between, 
lu  many  humuu  bosoms. 

MRS.  S.   M.    I.   HENRY. 

In  "Victoria." 

By  per.  Messrs.  Hitchcock  i  Waldou. 

THE   OLD   AND    NEW. 

1  All  truth  is  no  less  dear,  or  radically  true. 

Whether  it  dawns  to-day  on  thought's  frontiers. 
Or  has  been  named,  belov'd,  and  had  its  work  to  do. 
Been    recognized,    and    anchored  by,   a   thousand 
years. 

2  No  reverence  for  age  simply  because  't  is  old, 

Unless  't  is  worthy  of  our  veneration  too, 
No  casting  it  aside  as  too  outgrown  to  hold. 
Or  anchor  by,  until  we  prove  it  weak,  untrue. 
.'?  No  limitless  accepting  the  dawning  "  new," 

Unknowing  wiuu  it  rests  upon,  or  where  it  tends. 
Nothing  fears  test  that  has  a  wortliy  work  to  do, 
Or   would   adjust  fair  means   to    earnest,   upright 
ends. 
4  No  fierce  rejection  of  another's  fresher  thought. 
Because  no  sanction  of  the  ))ast  seals  it  for  you. 
"With    like    authority    as    stamps    what     has    been 
wrought. 
So  was   the  very  Christ  once  measured   by   the 
Jew. 
"i   God's  truest    leaders   'tween   the   "  New   and    Old  " 
must  stand, 
Though  oft  rejected  by  the  brotherhood  of  both  ; 
AVith    open    heart    toward    each,    and    outstretched 
beek'ning  hand, 
Teaching    the    great,    great    lessons    of    diviner 
growth. 

6  They  who  are  wiser  than   their  time,   whose  mental 

eyes 
Are    more   far-seeing,    and   of   wider   grasp   and 

sweep, 
"Wiiose  heart's  desire  swift  follows  where  their  vision 

flies, 
Are  often  saddest  in  their  time ;  they  cannot  reap 

7  While  scarce  the  ground  is  yet  prepared  for   them 

to  sow, 
Antl  yet  the  vision  of  the  harvest  jiasses  on  ; 
A  soul  alive  to  all  the  need  of  what  shall  grow. 
And  what  the  reaper's   thankful   song  shall  be — 
anon. 


8  Each  dispensation  hath  its  Noahs  and  its  arks, 
Its  men  and  life-boats  over  vast  transition  seas. 
To  carry  .safe  the  winnowed  "Old"   and    watch  the 
marks. 
Seaworthy    marks,    on    what    "survives,"    of    all 
degrees. 

ISA.DORE  U.  JF.FFERT. 

Chicago.  1883. 
LAVA. 

1  "The  lava  always  finds  the  sea." 
Thus  on  volcanic  shores  tradition  runs. 
And  wild,  dark  faces,  gilded  by  the  glare 

Of  the  dumb  mountains'  distant  menace,  turn 
Contented  to  their  quaking  villages:     "His  home 
That  landward  lies,  in  peace  shall  be. 
Forever  will  the  fire  seek  for  the  sea." 

2  "  The  lava  always  finds  the  sea." 

Sleep   well,   wise  flames,   through    all    the    coming 

years, 
The  silent,  subtle  years  that  hide  their  time. 
Lie  ye  in  wait,  be  lithe,  your  hour  shall  spring 
On  every  soul  of  us.     Poor  fools  are  we 
AVho  dream  between  the  crater  and  the  sea  I 

3  "  The  fire  will  always  find  the  sea." 
Writhe  and  recoil,  rebellious  will, 

Dash  hither — yonder — pile  the  seething  waves, 
A  hundred  purple  channels  cut. 
But  tliat  which  hath  been,  is  the  thing  to  be, 
Con(juered,  thou  yieldest  to  the  ordered  sea. 

4  "  The  fire  must  always  find  the  sea." 

O  passionate  outbreak  of  the  bursting  heart ! 
Beautiful  lava  !  red  as  hounding  blood. 
Terrible  lava  !  scorching  as  remorse, 
Leap  on.     Flow  fast.     Obey  the  old  decree 
That  cools  and  kills  thee  in  the  JLternal  Sea. 

EI.I2.ABETH  STUART  PHKLPS. 
Audover,  Mass. 

THE    RIGHT   TO    BE   A    WOMAN. 

The  right  to  be  a  woman  as  we  may. 

Complete  and  perfect — not  a  lump  of  clay 

On  which  each  clumsy  potter  trys  his  skill, 

And  thinks  to  mold  and  fashion  it  at  will. 

With  mind  and  heart  trained  to  their  nicest  sense, 

With  instincts  fine  and  (juick  intelligence; 

High  in  our  aims  as  Heaven  itself  is  high. 

Broad  in  our  views  as  is  the  boundless  sky  ; 

In  sympathies  as  large  as  are  the  nee<ls 

Of  the  round  world,  and  queenly  in  our  deeds  ; 

Hedged  by  no  stinted  method  where  we  stand, 

Dispen.slng  (iod's  own  fullness  from  our  hands  ; 

Bound  by  no  narrow  dogmas,  old  and  gray. 

To  live  and  walk  just  in  a  certain  way  ; 

But  large  and  liberal,  grandly  brave  and  free, 

As  God,  who  made  us,  meant  that  we  should  be". 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CHRISTMAS.  NEW  YEAJt'S,  EASTER,  *<•- 


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OUR    CALLING. 

1  What  is  a  woman's  mission 

In  tills  \voik-ii-<luy  world  of  ours  ? 
To  waiidiT  ill  ^'ank'iis  Eiysiaii, 

And  dally  with  (  ii|)i(ls  and  llowers  ? 
To  sCaml  as  a  lu-aditii;  for  soniu'ts, 

A  toast  for  nidi!  nii'ii  at  their  wine  : 
A  iuIIUirt's  |)fy  to  show  lionni-ts  ; 

A  star  in  tiie  gay  world  to  siiine  ? 

2  Or  is  woman's   provlnco  ht-r  oven  ? 

To  fry  and  to  baku  and  to  stew  ; 
Her  one  aim  to  be  not  a  sloven  ; 

Her  merit  to  make  all  thiii<;8  new  ; 
Is  the  needle  her  scej)tre  of  ofliee  ; 

Her  regal  insignia  the  broom? 
And  perpetually  sewing  on  buttons, 

The  Sisyphus  {)ath  of  her  doom  ? 
.'1    What  then  is  a  woman's  true  mission  ? 
To  l)eat  the  faint  rh\thm  of  bars? 
With  glasses  to  aid  her  weak  virion, 

To  peer  into  secrets  of  stars? 
With  Darwin  to  trace  her  relations 

In  molecule,  plasmoid,  or  ape  ; 
With  Spencer  to  use  God's  creation 

To  (juestion  the  words  which  He  spake? 

4  No!  woman's  true  mission  is  higher 

Than  each  and  all  others  combiued  ; 
Her  musie  the  heavenly  lyre, 

Her  study  the  infinite  mind. 
A  watchman  slie  stands  where  life's  battle 

Ilolls  tiercely   o'er  moorland  anil  fen, 
And  tells  through  the  thunder  and  rattle 

God's  wonderful  thoughts  unto  men. 

5  One  liand  on  the  glory  supernal. 

One  hand  on  this  world  of  unrest. 
Her  heart  for  the  pity  eti-rnal, 

A  faithful  and  sheltering  rest. 
No  serge  of  the  cloister  enfolds  her, 

Rut  happy,  and  hopeful,  and  sweet. 
She  brightens  the  eye  that  beholds  her 

In  mart,  or  on  roadside,  or  street. 

6  She  shines  for  the  darkened  who  need  her, 

She  speaks  for  the  sorry  and  sore  ; 
Art,  science,  and  nature,  all  feed  her. 

That  more  she  may  give  from  her  store. 
Courageous  against  all  op|)res.sion, 

Sht>  fearlessly  stanils  for  the  right. 
Her  pure  accents  calling  truth's  legions 

To  <]uit  them  like  men  in  the  tight. 

7  While  oft  in  tiio  sunset's  red  gloaming 

She  murmurs  a  lullaby  low. 
Or  charms  Iwck  the  wanderer  roaming, 

With  word  magic  loving  and  low  ; 
The  white  hands  are  fever-heats  soothing. 

And  reverent  robing  the  dead. 
Or  deftly  the  bright  needle  using. 

And  moulding  the  sweet  daily  bread. 


8  For  this  is  the  trae  woman's  misfiioo, 

Its  field  lui  humanity  wide  ; 
To  see  with  luvc'.s  <'l:irili<-<i  vision 

Man's  neeils  and  iheir  cure  bide  by  bide ; 
As  free  as  the  winds  or  the  angels. 

All  fetters,  all  meanness  alxive, 
To  hearts  and  to  homes  (mmI's  evangels, 

Our  calling,  His  calling,  is  love. 

MAHUAHn    K.  WIKIILOW,   1MB, 

Id  "AdToc»t«  aiid  tiuanUaa." 

A   SONG   OF    HOPE. 

1  We  sing  the  time  that's  coming. 

When  all  who  love  the  I^)r<l 
Sliall  dwell  in  |H'rfecl  brotherhood, 

And  so  fullil  the  word — 
And  time  when  faith  and  science 

Shall  radiantly  unite, 
To  span,  with  fadeless  coronal, 

The  waiting  brow  of  Night. 
Coining — coming;  tlie  shadows  melt  ap.ice, 
Aiiil  through  the  raiiilK)W  mists  of  dawu 

Truth  lilts  her  lovely  face. 

2  We  sing  the  time  that's  coming, 

When  woman,  pure  and  fre«'. 
Shall  wield  the  sovereignty  of  love 

In  sweet  humility — 
Shall  share  her  brother's  burdens 

With  Inart,  and  hand,  and  brain. 
Till  Ivoth  in  garments  fair  and  white. 

The  mountain  top  shall  gain. 
Coming — coining  ;   I  hear  the  fetters  fall, 
I  see  the  golden  gate  of  day 

Swing  wide  to  welcome  all ! 

3  We  sing  the  time  that's  coming. 

When  war  shall  be  no  more — 
When  symphonies  of  peace  shall  riso 

From  happy  shore  to  shore ; 
When  oci-an's  farthest  islet 

Shall  hear  Messiah's  voice. 
And  o'er  His  last  returning  sheep 

The  shepherd  shall  rejoice. 
Coming — coming  ;  sweet  friends,  't  will  not  Ix"  long  I 
I  note  th(!  sweep  of  hurrying  wings — 

1  catch  the  serajjh's  song  I 

4  O  wondrous  day  that's  coming, 

W(!  hail  thy  herald  beams  I 
Thy  rising  beauties  far  outshiuo 

Our  fancy's  fairest  dreams, 
O  kingdom  of  the  blessed, 

O  city  of  the  free. 
Thou  New  .lerusjilem.  come  down  I 

We  wait.  \\v  long  for  th«e  ! 
Coming — coming  ;  thank  (to<l  I  through  rift«-«l  kkies 
Steal  down  the  music  and  tlie  l>;ilm 

From  fields  of  imradisc. 

UtM.  jriWB  LAKOOX.    lai 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


BIRTHDAY    IMPROMPTU. 

TO   MISS   FRA.XCE8   E.    WILLARD. 

1  Your  birtliday, — and  wliat  can  I  ask 

The  years  to  briiij;;  to  you  ? 
"What  sliall  I  plead  may  be  fulfilled, 
What  <lreaii)s  that  may  come  true  ? 

2  Dear  friend.  I  only  breathe  one  prayer, 

In  reverent  trust  I  come, 
And  ask  that  throuj;h  your  life,  alway, 
God's  will  divine  be  done. 

•  *  LILIAN  WHITINO. 

S,Dt.  28.  1884. 


Letitia  Elizabeth  Landon  wai>  l»rn  In  Hans  Place,  Chelsea,  in  1902. 
Her  short  poems.  iiiserte-l  in  the  "  Literarr  Gazette,"  were  aucceasful, 
and  oiutinuing  to  publish  po.tnr.  under  the  signature  of  "L.  E.  L,"  in 
peril  nlicils  and  volumes,  she  became  one  of  the  popular  writers  of  the 
daj  She  also  produced  seventl  prose  works.  In  1838  she  marriol 
George  Maclean,  goremor  of  Cape  Coast  Castle,  where  she  died  sud- 
denly on  the  15th  of  October,  IS39. 

BENARES. 


City  of  idol  temples  and  of  shrines 

Wiiere  folly  kneels  to  falsehood — how  the  pride 

Of  our  Jiumunity  is  here  rebuked ! 

Man,  that  aspires  to  rule  the  very  wind, 

And  make  the  sea  confess  his  majesty; 

Whose  intellect  can  fill  a  little  scroll 

With  words  that  are  immortal ;  who  can  build 

Cities,  the  mighty  and  the  beautiful ; 

Yet  man,  this  glorious  creature,  can  debase 

His  spirit  down  to  worship  wood  and  stone, 

And  hold  the  very  beasts  which  bear  his  yoke 

And  tremble  at  his  eye  as  sacred  tilings  ! 

With  what  unutterable  humility 

We  should  bow  down.  Thou  blesstfd  One,  to  Thee ; 

Seeing  our  v.inity  and  foolishness, 

When,  to  our  own  devices  left,  we  frame 

A  shameful  creed  of  craft  and  cruelty. 

MBS.   LANI>O.X. 

A   SONG    FOR    WOMEN. 

Within  a  dreary,   narrow  room 
That  looks  upon  a  noisome  street, 
Half  fainting  with  the  stifling  heat 
A  starving  girl  works  out  her  doom. 

Yet  not  the  less  in  God's  sweet  air 
The  little  birds  sing  free  of  care, 
And  hawthorns  blossom  everywhere. 

Swift,  ceaseless  toil  scarce  winneth  bread; 
From  early  dawn  till  twilight  falls. 
Shut  in  by  four  dull,  ugly  walls. 
The  hours  crawl  round  with  murd'rous  tread, 
And  all  the  while  in  some  htill  place. 
Where  intertwining  boughs  embrace. 
The  blackbirds  build,  lime  Hies  aj)ace. 


3  With  envy  of  the  folk  who  die. 

Who  may  at  last  their  leisure  take. 
Whose  longed-for  sleep  none  roughly  wake, 
Tired  hands  the  restless  needle  ply. 

But  far  and  wide  in  meadows  green 
The  golileii  buttercups  are  seen. 
The  reddened  sorrel  nods  between. 

4  Too  pure  and  proud  to  soil  her  soul, 

Or  stoop  to  basely  gotten  gain. 
By  days  of  changeless  want  and  pain 
The  seamstress  earns  a  prisoner's  dole. 

While  in  the  peaceful  fields  the  sheep 

Feed,  quiet ;  and  through  heaven's  blue  deep 

The  silent  cloud-wings  stainless  sweep. 

5  And  if  she  be  alive  or  dead 

That  wear}'  woman  scarcely  knows. 

But  l)ack  and  forth  her  needle  goes 

In  tune  with  throbbing  heart  and  head. 

Lol  where  the  leaning  alders  part. 
White-blossomed  swallows,  blithe  of  heart, 
Above  still  waters  skim  and  dart. 

6  0  God  in  heaven  I  shall  I,  who  share 

That  dying  woman's  womanhood. 
Taste  all  the  summer's  bounteous  good 
Unburdened  by  her  weight  of  care  ? 

The  white  moon-daisies  star  the  grass, 
The  lengthening  shadows  o'er  them  pass ; 
The  meadow  pool  is  smooth  as  glass. 


In 


A.   MATHE80N, 

'  MacmiJIan's  Magazine.'* 


^r;inff.5  B.  ©sgooti. 


For  many  year«  the  following  poem  has  been,  and  stUl  is  almost  daily 
quoted,  or  portions  of  it,  in  some  paper,  but  always  auonjinouxly.  It 
was  written  by  Mrs.  Osgood,  n£e  Ixx;k,  who  weis  a  native  of  Boston. 
She  waii  a  sister  of  Mrs.  Wells  who  is  represented  in  this  work.  It  was 
through  the  celebrated  Lj'dia  M.  Child,  an  esteemed  friend  of  the  fam- 
ily, that  the  fruits  of  Mrs.  Osgood's  genius  were  permitted  to  be  read  by 
the  world  M-hile  she  waa  yet  very  young,  before  marriage,  under  the  name 
of  "Florence."  It  was  during  her  bridal  tour  to  Europe,  and  while  in 
London,  just  after  her  union  with  the  distinguished  artist  whose  name 
she  bears,  that  her  first  rolume  of  poems  was  piiblishe>l.  entitled  "  A 
Wreath  of  Flowers  from  Xew  England."  This  brought  her  to  the  notice 
and  friendship  of  the  Hon.  Mrs.  Norton,  and  she  received  much  cour- 
teous attention  from  people  of  noble  birth  and  talent.  On  berreturn  to 
America,  she  edited  "  The  Flowers  of  Poetry,"  and  a  magazine  called 
"  The  Ladies  Companion."  In  1841  she  published  '"  The  Snow  Drop." 
and  several  other  books  for  children.  In  1848  another  volume  of  poems 
made  its  appearance,  and  for  two  years  thereafter  she  was  a  busy  writer. 
It  is  said  there  was  nothing  mechanical  about  her,  but  her  productions 
were  like  the  bubbling  of  a  natural  fountain.  Simphcity.  the  trans- 
parent simplicity  of  truth,  grace  and  "adaptation  to  sound  of  sense" 
characterized  her  articles  best  of  all.  She  was  termed  "an  eloquent 
teacher  of  wisdom  and  truth"  by  cunteaiK>raiieous  writers.  She  was 
bom  in  1812  and  died  in  1853. 

SLANDER. 

1   A  whisper  woke  the  air — 
A  soft,  light  tone  and  low. 
Yet  barb'd  with  shame  and  woe ; 
Now,  might  it  only  perish  there! 
Nor  farther  go. 


IJItan  Whitinic  i»  <m»-  of  the  mint  siiccaatful  writ^m  of  to-<ta>-.  In  the  capacity  of  correspondent  for  KTeral  of  tho  mnut  pmmiiient  u>-wspa;>en<  in  v.a:ous 
ttlir  turn  «U<f  Uijue  omuuderablc  iu  verar,  which  critic*  prououuue  excellent. 


MISCELLANKOUa.    CUIilHTAIAii,  ^£W  YKAJl'^,  KASTLIi,  d-. 


hUi 


2  All  iiu; !   a  <iiii«k  uinl  eager  ear 

Caii^lit  ii|>  tlie  little  nieaiiinj,'  somiii  ! 
Aiiotln-r  voi(;e  has  breathed  it  clear, 

AikI  so  it  wanders  rouiul, 
From  ear  to  li[> — troiu  lip  to  ear, 

Until  it  reaclieil  a  gentle  lieart. 
And  tliui — it  broke. 

3  It  was  tlie  only  heart  it  found, 
The  only  heart  't  was  meant  to  find. 

When  first  its  accents  woke  ; — 
.     It  rearli'd  that  tender  heart  at  last, 
And  that — it  broke. 

4  Low  as  it  seem'd  to  other  ears. 
It  came  a  thunder  crash  to  liers, 

That  fragile  girl  so  fair  and  gay, — 

That  guiUdess  girl  so  pure  and  true. 
'T  is  said  a  lovely  humming-bird 

That  ill  a  fragrant  lily  lay, 

And  dreamed  the  summer  morn  away, 

Was  kill'd  but  by  the  gun's  report. 

Some  idle  boy  hail  tired  in   sport ! 

The  very  sound— a  death-blow  camel 
5  And  thus  her  happy  heart  that  beat 

Witli  love  anil  hope,  so  fast  and  sweet, 

(Shrined  in  its  lily  too — 

For  who  the  maiil  that  knew 
But  owned  the  delicate  tlower-like  grace 
Of  her  young  form  and  face  ?) 

When  first  that  word 

Her  light  heart  heard. 
It  tl littered  like  the  frighten 'd  bird, 

Then  shut  its  wings  and  sigh'd. 

Aud,  with  a  silent  shudder — died  \ 

raAKcia  8.  ohoood- 


NO    SECTS    IN    HEAVEN 

1  Talking  of  sects  till  late  one  eve, 

Of  liievarious  doctrines  the  saints  believe, 
That  night  I  stood  in  a  troubled  dream 
By  the  side  of  a  darkly-tlowing  stream. 

2  And  a  ''Churchman"  down  to  the  river  came, 
When  I  heard  a  strange  voice  call  his  name  : 
'•(lood  father,  stop  ;   when  you  cross  this  tide. 
You  must  leave  your  robes  on  the  other  side." 

3  •'  I'm  bound  for  Heaven;  and  when  I'm  there 
I  shall  want  my  IJook  of  Common  Prayer; 
And  though  1  put  on  a  sUirry  crown, 

I  should  feel  (juite  lost  without  ray  gown." 

4  Then  he  fixed  his  eye  on  the  shininii  track. 
r>ut  his  robes  were  heavy,  and  held  him  back  ; 
And  the  poor  old  father  trie<l  in  vain 

A  single  step  in  the  floo<l  to  gain. 
.'>    I  saw  him  again  on  the  other  side. 
Hut  his  silk  gown  floated  on  the  tide, 
.\iid  no  one  asked  in  that  blissful   s|>fil 
Whether  he  belon^-ed  to  tlie  "Church"  or  not. 


C  Then  down  to  the  river  a  Quaker  strayed — 
llis  tlress  of  u  bobt-r  hue  wan  niadc. 
'*  Mv  coat  ami  hat  must  Ik-  of  gray, 
I  cannot  go  any  other  way." 

7  Thill  he  buttoned  his  coat  btraiglit  up  to  liis  chiu, 
And  steadily,  solfiiiiily  uaihil  in; 

And  his  broad-brimmed  hat  he  pulled  down  light 
Over  his  forehead,  so  cold  and  white. 

8  liut  a  strong  wind  carried  away  his  hat  ; 
A  moment  he  silently  sighed  ovi-r  that. 
And  then  he  gazed  to  the  further  sliore  ; 
The  coat  slipped  ofT,  and  was  seen  no  more. 

9  As  he  entered  Heaven,  his  suit  of  gray 
Went  quickly  sailing — away — away  ; 
And  none  of  tin;  ang(  Is  questioned  him 
About  the  width  of  his  beaver's  brim. 

10  Next  came  Dr.  Watts,  with  a  bundle  of  psalms 
Tied  nicely  up  in  his  aged  arms. 

And  hymns  as  many — a  very  wise  thing — 

That  the  people  in  Heaven  "all  round"'  might  f>ing. 

11  Ikit  I  thought  that  he  heaved  an  anxious  sigh. 
As  he  saw  that  the  river  ran  broad  and  high, 
And  looked  rather  surpriseil  as,  one  by  one. 
The  psalms  and  hymns  in  the  waves  went  down. 

ri   And  after  him  with  his  MSS., 

Came  Wesley,  the  pattern  of  godliness  ; 

Hut  he  cried,  "  Dear  me,  what  shall  I  do? 

The  water  has  soaked  them  through  and  through." 

13  Anil  there  on  the  river  far  and  wide, 
Awav  tiiey  went  on  the  swollen  tide  ; 

And  the  saint,  astonished,  passtd  through  alone. 
Without  the  manuscript,  up  to  the  throne. 

14  Then  gravely  w.alking,  two  saints  by  name, 
Down  to  the  stream  togetlnr  came. 

But  as  they  stopped  at  the  river's  brink, 
I  saw  one  saint  from  the  other  slirink. 

15  "  Sprinkle  or  plunge — may  I  ask  you.  friend, 
How  you  attend  to  life's  great  end  ?  " 
"Thus  with  a  few  drops  on  my  brow. 

But  I  have  been  dipped  as  you  see  me  now. 

10  "And  really  I  think  it  will  hardly  do, 

As  I'm  '  close  cnmmunion,'  to  cross  with  you  ; 

You  are  IkmiwI,  I  know,  to  the  realms  of  bliss, 

But  you  must  go  that  way  aud  I'll  go  this." 
17  Then  straightway  plunging  with  all  iu  might 

Away  to  the  left — his  friend  to  the  right. 

Apart  they  went  from  this  world  of  sin. 

But  at  last  together  they  eiitenil  in. 
1ft  And  now,  when  the  river  was  rolling  on, 

A  Preshytcrian  church  went  ilown  ; 

Of  women  there  seemwl  an  innumerable  throng, 

But  the  men  1  could  count  as  tluy  pai««o«l  ai<ing. 
19  And  rnncerning  the  mad.  ihey  could  never  agirr. 

The  old  or  tlie  new  wav,  which  it  could  be  ; 

Xo(  iviMi  a  niotiKiit  panned  to  think. 

That  liolh  wouhl  had  to  the  river's  brink. 


806 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


20  Or,  "  I'm  in  tho  old  way  and  you're  in  the  new  ; 
This  is  the  false,  and  that  is  the  true," 

15ut  the  brethren  only  seemed  to  speak, 
Moilest  tlie  sisters  walked,  and  meek. 

21  Hut  if  ever  one  of  them  chanced  to  say 
AVliut  trouble  she  met  with  on  the  way — 
How  siie  longed  to  j)ass  the  other  side. 
Nor  dared  to  cross  over  the  swelling  tide, — 

22  A  voice  arose  from  the  brethren  then; 
Let  no  one  speak  but  tiie  "  holy  men," 
For  have  you  not  heard  the  words  of  Paul, 
Oh  !  let  the  women  keep  silence    all  ? 

23  I  watched  them  long  in  my  curious  dream. 
Till  they  stood  by  the  borders  of  the  stream  ; 
Tlicn  just  as  I  thought  the  two  ways  met, 
But  all  the  brethren  were  talking  yet, — 

24  And  would  talk  on  till  the  heaving  tide 
Carried  tliem  over  side  by  side  ; 

Side  by  side,  for  the  way  was  one — 
Tiie  toilsome  journey  of  life  was  done. 

25  I  saw  them  all  on  the  other  side, 

There  was  no  deception,  no  chance  to  hide ; 
Tlie  life  they  had  lived,  the  work  they  had  done, 
Made  many  poor  souls  as  bright  as  the  sun. 
2G  And  the  priest  and  Quaker,  and  all  wiio  died, 
Came  out  alike  on  tlie  other  side  : 
No  forms,  or  crosses,  or  books  had  they — 
No  gowns  of  silk,  or  suits  of  grey, 
No  creeds  to  guide  them,  or  MSS., 
For  all  had  put  on  Christ's  righteousness. 

MRS.   CLEVELAND. 


Was  born  at  Springfield,  III.,  but  liafi  resided  the  most  of  her  life  in 
the  ueighboriug  city  of  JjcksouTille.  She  has  marked  literary  tAlent, 
aiid,  thuugh  still  quiti;  young,  ranks  amoug  the  best  poets  of  her  native 
state.  She  has  reo-utly  finished  a  story  in  prose,  pronounced  by  critics 
to  lie  of  much  excellence.  It  has  just  been  published  as  a  serial,  in  the 
"  .Tacksonville  Jr>urual."  Miss  Taylor  doubtless  has  a  brilliant  and  use- 
ful future  before  her. 

OUR   HERITAGE. 

1  Life  seemeth  to  me  like  a  beautiful  poem ; 

Its  tenderest  line  is  the  innermost  soul, 
And  youth  is  the  preface, — the  heart-touching  proem — 
Tliat  like  jjolden  sunlii^ht  illumines  the  whole. 

2  Some  drift  thro'  the  siiring-time  ne'er  heeding    its 
•  beauty. 

And  crush  the  shy  roses  that  lie  at  their  feet ; 
They  tread  in  tlie  patiis  leading  only  to  duty. 

And  miss  ail  the  "iilad"  that  makes  living  so  sweet 

3  Tho'  thirsty,  they  hear  not  the  low  plashing  fountain 

Tiiat  scatters  its  spray  on  the  grass  at  their  side  ; 
Tho'     weary,    they    toil    up    the    high    sun-scorched 
mountain. 
Nor  rest  in  the  vale  where  the  cool  shadows  bide. 


4  They  let  all  the  brightness  shift  ever  before  them, 

Nor  gather  a  share  ere  it  flutters  away, 
The  clouds,  filled  with  hope,  that  bend  lovingly  o'er 

them. 
When  touched  by  their  glance, — turn  from  rose-tint 

to  gray. 

5  Oh  !  why  should  we  walk  all  our  days  in  the  shadow. 

And  wound  our  tired  feet  with  the  brambles  of  care, 
When  life  of  itself  is  a  green-<laisied  meadow 

Where  each  may  weave  garlands  of  flowers  to  wear  ? 

6  'T  is  well  we  should  cling  to  the  standard  of  Duty, 

But  not  to  walk  blindly,  uniieeding  the  sun  : 
God  gave  us  the  world  with  its  blossoming  beauty, — 
And  we  may  blend  brightness  and  shadow  in  one  ! 


IDA  SCOTT  TAVLOR. 

JacksoDTille,  111.,  1881 


DEAR    HANDS. 

1  Roughened  and  worn  with  ceaseless  toil  and  care. 

No  perfumed  grace,  no  dainty  skill,  had  these  ; 

Tliey  earned  for  whiter  hands  a  jeweled  ease,     , 
And  kept  the  scars  unlovely  for  their  share. 
Patient  and  slow,  the}'  had  the  will  to  bear 

The  whole  world's  burdens,  but  no  power  to  seize 

The  flying  joys  of  life,  the  gifts  that  please. 
The  gold  and  gems  that  others  find  so  fair. 

2  Dear  hands,  where  bridal  jewel  never  shone. 

Whereupon  no  lover's  kiss  was  ever  pressed, 
Crossed  in  unwonted  quiet  on  the  breast, 
I  see,  through  tears,  your  glory  newly  won, 
The  golden  circlet  of  life's  work  well  done. 
Set  with  the  shining  pearl  of  perfect  rest ! 

SUSAN  HAR   8PALDIKO. 


COULD   WE    KNOW   ALL. 

EOXDEAU. 

1  Could  we  know  all,  we  might  no  longer  daro 
To  judge  so  harshly  even  those  who  wear 
The  scars  of  sin  alike  on  soul  and  face  ; 

But  Pity  then,  with  tear  wet  eyes,  might  trace 
The  wicked  skill  of  circumstance  to  snare ; 
And  Love,  with  new  and  tender  insight,  share 
The  heritage  of  woe  that  some  must  bear  ; 
And  Justice,  wed  to  Mercy,  win  new  grace, 
Could  we  know  all. 

2  Ah !  seldom  then  the  pharisaic  prayer 
Would  pass  our  lips  :   in  lives  become  aware 
Of  Fate's  dread  forces,  this  could  And  no  place  ; 
But  Charity  would  all  mankind  embrace. 

And  bitter  jutlgments  crown  no  life's  despair, 
Could  we  know  all. 

OR  ACE  8.   WKLL.S. 

In  "  The  Chicaeo  Tribune." 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CHRISTMAS,  NEW  TMAIt'S,  EASTER,  *t.  807 

THE   OLD    MAID.  g  jjfg  and  lovo  and  boi>o  and  boauty  pali-^l  before  the 

suir  of  iluty, 

1  O  NoTcmbcr,   weird  November,  when  each   fading.  71,,^   ^1,0,,,,  o'er  hor  soul's  blue  heaven  with  a 

dyini,'  cmlMr  steady,  radiant  lire  ; 

From  Summer's  fires  of  glory  lies  in  ashes  roun<l  ghe   retnnud    the    troth-plight    token,  though  her 

thy  feet,  hi-art  was  nearly  broken. 

How  you  cause  mo  to  remember,  with  your  wailing  j^s  hhe  wateiied  upon  time's  altar  her  last  cherished 

winds,  Noveml)er,  liope  expire. 
All  tlie  sadness  and  the  sorrows  of  a  life  that  was 

not  sweet.  '•>  Ah  !  this  lover  of  hor  choosing  blames  her  so  for 

2  When  the  Spring's  fair  hands  caressing,  touched  the  .     what  he's  losing !            ,      ,      „        ^       .  ., , 

meadows  with  a  blessing,  ^"'!  {''  l"""^''  .',"'f ''l^  completely  all  such  " cluld- 

Aud    thcv    woke  to  brighter  beautv,  where  the  „        ish  change    above, 

wooing  sunshine  smile.l,                "  He  prece.les  l,.s  acceptation  of  her  calm  renunciation 
In  a  sheltere<l   Knuiish  valley— where  the  sunlight  ^^  "'»  a  sermon  on  the  frailty  of  a  woman  s  strong- 
seemed  to  rally              "  ^^t  love. 
All  its  scattered  forces  —  a  young  mother  kissed    iq  She  had  dr(>amed  of  other  parting,  when,  the  bitter 
her  child.  teardrops  starting, 

3  Kissed  her   first-born,  eldest  dauLjhter.     And    the  She  had  trod  the  darkened  pathway  through  her 

waves  their  anthems  taught  her,  own  Gethsemane, 

As  they  beat  upon  the  pebbles  that  make  music  When  his  arms  would  fondly  hold  her,  and,  as  with 

on  the  shore,  a  spell,  enfold  her 

And   she   caught  their  intonation  and  tlieir  weird  In  a  sweetness  to  go  with  her,  through  the  lonely 

reverberation,  years  to  be. 

And  she  sang  tliein  to  the  baby  on  bet  bosom,  o'er  .  ,     , 

and  o'er.  ^  ^   ^'"^  '''*"  '"O"?'''  ^"*'^  every  trial,  she  must  l)ear  with- 

4  And  it  grew  a  winsome  maiden  with  a  wealth  of  -ii'     1 1  u    i-  i\      •     .1      r  .         r      .1 

,   "        ,    ,  >\  ould  be  lijihter  in  the  future,  for  tlie  moments 

beauty  lailen,  111. 

.     ,         •.         ,'         ,                ^    t     r                  1  slie  would  rcst 

Anil  a  voice  of  wondrous  melo<lv  fcr  sonjrs  her  t    1  •               i           11               -.i   1  •     r        t      .   1 

.,       .       ,  ^                           -^                °  In  ins  arms,  her  only  lover,  with  his  face  bent  low 

mother  taus^ht :  11 

. ,             .     .        '^,       .            ,  .              ,              .      ,  above  her, 

Always  singing,  e  en  m  speaking,  so  for  music  she  -..r,  11         1 1    i       .     n  u                         -.i    i 

•^         -^    'T .                 '           »'  While  she  8obl)ed  out  all  her  sorrow,    with   her 

went  seeking,  1  ..  1            1  '    1    •    f 

And   from  bird  and  bee  and  brooklet,  all  their  '       I          ^ 

sweetest  songs  she  caught.  12  Ah  I  her  voice  of  wondrous  sweetness,  it  could  bring 

5  There  were  many  came  to  woo  her,  but  at  last,  when  her  life  completeness 

love  came  to  her.  Could  she  leave  her  daily   lalwr   long  enough   Ic 

To  her  opened  eyes  new  beauty  every  form  of  win  a  name ; 

nature  Ixire.  But  the  duty  ever  nearest  lay   before  her  still   the 

In  the  Suininer  that  came  after,  all  the  world  was  clearest, 

full  of  laughter.  Kept  her  feet  from  seeking  pathway   uj)   alluring 

And  the  token  of  her  troth-plight  on  her  hand  she  heights  of  fame. 

^     ^  '  13   In  the  stormy  Autumn  weather  imceil  she,  hour  by 

6  Months  passed  on,  and  nearer  ever  came  the  hour  liour  tot^ether 

when  she  must  sever                                 .„       ,  Where  the  waves' delirious  fever  flung  the  whit« 

All  the  fond  associations  that  her  happy  girlhoo<l  snrav  on  the  shore 

knew  ;                                                    .     ,     .     ,  Seeing  in  the  surging  ocean  something  of  tlic  wild 

But,  secure  of  earthly  heaven  ID  the  promise  he  had  eonimotion 

given,             ,    ,       ,       ,        .  That  would  sometimes  seize  and  shake  her,  to  her 

So  she  only  saw  before  her  happiness  as  sure  and  inmost  bein"'s  core 

true.  " 

7  Ilappv  days  that  soon  are  fleeting,  wept  for  as  thev    1*  "^^'•"'n  «11   self  rose  up  unbidden,   from   the  place 

"are  "retreating !                                                      '  where  it  lay  hidden. 

Other  cares    and    other  duties  soon  her  earnest  ''''""S  ''"'  <-l>ai"s  from  inclinations  she   ha«l   kept 

thoughts  engage  ;  sulnlue^l  with  care. 

For  a  business  8|H'culation  faile<l,  and  she  with  con-  And  they  smile<l  in   prim  derision,  while  her  ftoul, 

sternation  within  its  prison. 

Saw  her  parents,  j)oor  and  helpless,  stranded  on  ¥\\iHf:  its  white  arms  up  to  Heaven,  in  the  •treogth 

the  shores  of  age.  »( "•""'I*  «hspair. 


808 


WOMAy  IN  SACRED  SONG 


l.">  It    was    tlicn    tlmt,  Iioiirs    togctliL-r   in   ihc  stormy 
Atitiiinn  woailitr, 
She    woul.l    striigjrle    willi    ilio   tempest,   by   tlio 
soiiiidiiig  Ni(i  sea  waves, 
Till  with  soul  and  body  weary,  in  the  darkness,  weird 
and  eerie. 
She  eonkl  once  more   leave  her  passions  in   their 
unforgotten  graves. 

IG  Sometimes  in  her  daily  going  back  and  forth   unto 
her  sewing. 
O'er  her  jiale  and  classic   features   falls   a  sadly 
wistful  shade  ; 
Wlieu    the   children    near   her   straying,  pause    to 
whisper  in  their  playing, 
And  she  hears  a  smothered  murnuir  of  her  name 
and  then  "  Old  maid."  ' 

17  In  her  daily  avocation,  her  distasteful  occupation. 

Where  in  ])ay  for  utmost  labor,  she  but  little  wa<res 
found,  ° 

She,     instead    of  growing   sadder,    slowly  climbed 
contentment's  ladder, 
Bearingall  her  burdens  with  her,  climbed  it  slowly, 
I'ound  by  round. 

18  In  her  heart  of  hearts  she's  keepiug  treasures  that, 

awake  or  sleeping. 
Still  she  guards  with  jealous  study  from  the  garish 
light  of  day. 
Half  a  Summer's  glint  and  glimmer,  on  the  waves, 
its  moonlight  shimmer. 
And  the  tender,  pretty  nothings,  that  a  lover  learns 
to  say. 

19  But  her  eyes,  so  sweet  and  tender,  from  all  homeli- 

ness defend  her, 
Though  her  cheeks  have  lost  their  roundness,  and 

her  lips  their  rosy  glow, 
Thougli  the  little  corkscrew  ringlets  (by  irreverent 

girls  called  stringlets). 
That   she   still  puts  on  paper,  have   become  as 

white  as  snow. 

20  So  the  years  steal  from  her  beauty,  while  she  treads 

the  path  of  duty, 
But  the  ones  who  know  her  story  think  they  see 
a  radiance  faint, 
A  transparent  emanation,  from  Divine  self-abnc<^a- 
tion,  * 

That  is  folded  round  about  her  like  the  halo  round 
a  saint. 


MY    LEGACY. 


BKTH  DAY.  1884. 

For  "  Gems  of  Poetry." 
GOOD    HEART. 

1  Better  trust  all,  and  be  deceived, 

And  weep  that  trust  and  that  deceivin'r, 
Tlian  doubt  one  lu-art  that,  if  believed. 
Had  blest  one's  life  with  true  beli(,yinrr. 

2  Oil !  ill  this  mocking  world,  too  fast 

The  doulitiiig  fiend  o'ertakes  our  youth  ; 
Better  bo  cheated  to  the  last 

'I  hail  lose  (ho  blessed  hope  of  truth. 

rUANCEH   ANNE   KKUULE. 


1  They  told  me  I  was  heir  :  I  turned  in  haste, 
And  ran  to  seek  my  treasure. 

And  wondered  as  I  ran,  how  it  was  placed,— 

il  i  siiould  find  a  measure 
Of  gold,  or  if  the  titles  of  fair  lands 
And  houses  would  be  laid  within  my  hands. 

2  I  journeyed  my  roads  ;  I  knocked  at  gates  • 
I  spoke  to  each  wayfarer  ' 

I  met,  and  said,  "A  heritage  awaits 

Me.     Art  not  thou  the  bearer 
Of  news  ?  some  message  sent  to  me  whereby 
1  learn  which  way  my  new  possessions  lie  ?  " 

3  Some  asked  me  in  ;  naught  lay  beyond  their  door; 
Some  smiled  and  would  not  tarry, 

But  said  that  men  were  just  behind  'who  bore 

More  gold  than  I  could  carry ; 
AiKl  so  the  morn,  the  noon,  the  day,  were  spent, 
UJule  empty-handed  up  and  down  "l  went. 

4  At  last  one  cried,  whose  face  I  could  not  see, 
As  through  the  mists  he  hasted : 

"  ^,?^^  ^'l'^*^'  ^^'^^^^  c^'i^  ones  have  hindered  thee 

I  ill  this  whole  day  is  wasted  ? 
Ilath  no  man  told  thee  that  thou  art  joint  heir 
With   one    named    Christ,   who    waits   the   good   to 
share  ?  " 

5  The  one  named  Christ  I  sought  for  many  days 
in  many  places  vainly  ;  J       J  ^ 

I  heard  men  name  His  name  in  many  ways  • 
I  saw  His  temples  plainly  ;  ' 

But  they  who  named  Him  most  gave  me  no  sign 
lo  find  Him  by,  or  prove  the  heirship  mine. 
G  And  when  at  last  I  stood  before  His  face, 
I  knew  Him  by  no  token 
Save  subtile  air  of  joy  which  filled  the  place  ; 

Our  greeting  was  not  spoken  ; 
In  solemn  silence  I  received  my  share. 
Kneeling  before  my  Brother  and  joint  heir. 

7  My  share  !     No  deed  of  house  or  spreading  lands, 
As  1  had  dreamed ;  no  measure 

Heaped  up  with  gold  ;  my  elder  Brother's  hands 
Had  never  held  such  treasure. 
.  Foxes  have  holes,  and  birds  in  nests  are  fed  ; 
My  Brother  had  not  where  to  lay  His  head.  ' 

8  My  share !     The  right  like  Ilim  to  know  all  pain 
W  Inch  hearts  are  made  for  knowing  ; 

The  right  to  find  in  loss  the  surest  gain  ; 

To  rea])  my  joy  from  sowing 
In  bitter  tears  ;  the  right  with  Him  to  keep 
A  watch  by  day  and  night  with  all  who  weep. 

9  My  share  !     To-day  men  call  it  grief  and  death  ; 

I  see  the  joy  and  life  to-morrow  ; 
I  thank  my  Father  with  my  every  breath. 

For  this  sweet  legacv  of  "sorrow  ; 
And  through  my  tears "l  call  to  each  "joint  heir" 
AV  ith  Christ,  "Make  haste  to  ask  Him  for  tliy  share." 

HELEN  HUNT  JACE80M. 


MISCELLANEOUS.    CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEATt'.",  EASTEIi,  ,te. 


809 


Ps.  Icltn  Jjunt  laxlison. 

The  maiden  name  of  "  H.  «."  wa»  Helen  M»rU  Fiike.  Bhe  «M  the 
daught'u'  of  Profewjr  XiUiau  W.  FUko,  of  A«uhcr«t  College.  MtM- 
Bhe  wu  boni  at  Aiuhtrnt,  t>ct  18.  1831.  and  Wi»  tjutau-a  lu  |»rl  at 
Ipewloh  Female  ScmUiary.  and  partly  at  Dr.  AbUitt »  h;1.i».1  <u  Now 
York  City.  Hht  wa«  early  married  to  Caplaiu  (afterward  .Major)  Ed- 
ward B  Hunt,  of  the  Kugineer  Corp^  U.  a  A.,  a  man  not  only  emi- 
nent In  hlB  prnfeailon,  but  of  high  repute  for  bli  •cleiitillc  atUiniueuU. 
HU  wife  milled  with  him  at  rariout  military  lUtlouj  We«l  I'oint, 
Waahlngton.  Newport,  and  other  place*.  In  thl»  way  tlic  giiin.-d  n  wide 
knowledge  and  experience  that  wa»  afterward  lo  charmingly  utllliod  In 
her  writltign.  Hhe  excellud  in  deKriptiou.  Like  the  New  England  wo- 
man ihe  wa*.  the  moral  •Idc  of  her  nature  wa«  iuUiato  and  powerful. 
All  erenU  in  her  mlud  nuared  tliem»elTc«  by  the  Pile  of  right  and 
wrong.  It  waa  tiiU  tendency  in  her  that  led  her  In  late  ycar»  to  the 
hea<l  of  (he  Boaton  moremcut  for  redreaiug  the  wrongs  of  the  Indlanii. 
In  thl»  moremeut  >ho  lj  aa  well  knowu  a«  in  her  writing*.  They  had 
■ererat  children,  all  of  whom  died  in  early  Infancy,  except  one  lioy, 
Bennie,  who  U»c<I  to  the  age  of  about  ten,  and  wa»  an  unuiually  beau- 
tiful and  gifted  child.  Hl«  death  wa»  a  terrible  blow  to  both  parenta. 
And  alm.iet  befurr  the  mother  ha<l  regained  oompneuro  afUr  thi«  orur- 
Whelming  »om)W.  the  death  of  Major  Hunt—  who  waa  kUled  in  1863,  by 
the  dlacharge  of  sulT.Kating  raponi  from  a  «ubmarine  battery  of  bis  own 
Inrentlim  -  left  Mia  Hunt  heart-broken  and  deaolate,  bereft  of  nearly 
all  human  tiea. 

Karly  In  her  period  of  widowhood  Mn.  Hunt  remoTed  her  reaidcnoe 
to  Newport,  R.  I.,  where  shortly  after  the  began  to  dcTclop  a  talent  for 
literary  componition  which  up  to  this  time  ha«l  lain  quite  dorujant.  She 
had  always  been  a  far.jrite  in  aociety,  because  of  her  riTucily,  amia- 
bility, and  remarkable  eonreimtional  gifts,  and  was  known  to  her  fam- 
ily and  frienils  as  a  charming  letter-writer,  but  had  not  hitherto  written 
anything  for  publication.  In  1967  >ir  l868-we  are  not  sure  of  tlie  exact 
date-hiT  first  poeras  appcare<l  lu  print,  and  (oon  after  she  began  con- 
tributing articles  on  home  topics  to  the  •'Indepeudant"  and  other  news- 
paper!. In  1870  she  printed  a  rolume  of  verses  at  her  own  expense 
which  was  so  well  recciretl  that  it  was  again  issnnl  with  some  enlarge- 
ment in  1871.  and  again,  almost  double  in  size,  in  lS7i.  In  1872  she 
pablished  "  Bit*  of  Trarel,"  which  was  made  up  of  sketches  of  a  tonr 
In  Europe.  This  was  followed  by  "  BlU  of  Talk  About  Home  Matters" 
In  1873:  •Bits  of  Talk  for  Young  Folks,"  1876,  and  "  Bits  of  Trarel  at 
Home  "  1878.  Theac,  with  a  little  p<»m  call-d  'Tlie  Story  of  Boon,"  con- 
■Ututed  for  somdtlme  all  of  her  acknowl«lge<I  works,  but  it  is  now  no 
ncnt  that  she  wrote  two  of  the  moat  sooocaaful  rolumcs  of  the  "  No 
Name"  serica  -  "  .Mriey  Pbilbrlck's  Choice,"  (1876),  and  "Hetty's 
Strange  History"  11877).  It  has  been  generally  beliered  forsoroeyeara 
that  she  was  also  the  anthnr  of  the  "Saxe  Holm"  storiea  which  ap- 
peared In  "  Soribner't  Monthly,"  and  were  nibeeqaently  published  In 
twoTolnme*. 

Constant  derotlon  to  her  cboaen  pursuit  of  literature  began  after 
•ome  yean  to  tell  up<in  Mrs  Hunt's  health,  and  a  serrre  thriat  affection 
abowed  Itaelt.  to  relieve  which,  she  went  to  Colorado  to  lire.  Abi/ut 
18TS  she  was  married  there  to  William  .S.  Jackson,  a  merchant  of  (Color- 
ado Springs.  In  her  traTcl*  through  the  Weal  she  became  greatly  inter- 
•rted  in  the  wrongs  which  had  been  suffered  by  the  Indiana  and  f<ir  the 
rest  of  her  Ufe  all  literary  ambitions  were  subor<linated  to  a  desire  to 
aid  this  helpless  and  wronged  race.  During  a  winter  of  hard  work  in 
the  Astor  Library  of  New  York  aba  prepared  "A  Centanr  of  Dishonoi," 
pabllahe.1  in  1881.  In  the  following  y<w  she  was  appointed  by  the 
United  States  QoTemmcnt  as  one  of  two  comroiasloncTs  (Abbott  Kin- 
ney being  the  other)  lo  examine  and  report  upon  "  the  oordltion  and 
needs  ol  the  mission  Indian*  of  California."  Their  report  was  nuuln  in 
Jatj,  UBS.  A*  a  (aither  effort  in  behalf  of  the  Indians,  she  wn>te  her 
"  Ramona,"  which  waa  printed  as  a  serial  in  the  "  Christian  Union." 
and  waa  baaed  In  book  form  In  1884.  Besides  thei«-  rnlnmre  she  also 
wrote  during  theee  later  yean  of  her  life  scTeral  rolumes  for  chlldrm. 
Bat  her  Ufe-wnrk.  a*  she  viewed  It  at  the  last,  wu  in  her  two  l»oks 
about  the  Indians,  and  never  wa*  any  one  more  dcrntnl  lo  a  caiuu-  than 
rile  was  to  this,  which  she  bad  so  lately  espuosed.  A  short  time  before 
her  death  she  wrote  lo  a  friend  :— 

■1  feel  that  my  work  la  done,  and  I  am  beartfly.  honestly,  cheerfully 
laadylo  go-  In  fact,  I  am  glad  logo.  Von  have  never  fully  realijxd 
hnw.  t(W  the  last  fmir  yrara.  my  whole  heart  ha*  been  full  of  the  Indian 
(suae  how  I  havr  fell,  as  the  Qtiaken  say.  a  "roiicrnr  to  w..rk  f.w  It. 
My  "Centoiy  ol  Uishooor '  and  'Ramona'  are  the  uoly  things  I  bava 


done  of  which  I  am  glad  now.  The  rest  Is  of  oo  ■OMMMk  Tltey  wUl  Uva 
■ud  they  will  bear  Irult  They  alrcaily  have.  Tb«  ebaaga  lu  publM 
fevinig  uu  the  luiiian  ^uesiiuu  lu  Uic  tXmi  Uitvc  yean  is  marvclloua  An 
Indian  righu  auuclailou  is  now  lu  orory  large  city  lu  Uut  iai<d.V  •  • 
Every  word  of  the  ludiau  history  lu  'Uamoua  u  trun,  and  1*  being  r»- 
euactc>l  liem  every  day." 

In  personal  character  Mrs.  Jackaon  was  very  attjacUro.  Hlie  waa 
of  a  (rank  and  generous  nature,  and  full  of  vivacity  and  kiudnasa.  Bha 
won  and  merited  the  attachmout  of  a  wide  circle  of  very  warm  friends 
In  literaturo  sliu  wu  a  moat  o>iuBcleutious  worker,  and  bar  wHUnj^ 
buUi  In  prose  and  poetr)',  are  (airly  ranked  amoof  the  bed  work*  of 
American  authors.     Hhe  died  Aug.  13th,  18U,  in  San  PraneiBea^  CU. 

(Moat  of  the  above  Is  taken  from  "  The  Inter  Uoeau.")  Ed. 


THE    VICTOR    OF    PATIENCE. 

Armed  of  the  goda !   Diviiiest  conqueror! 

What  souiiilles.s  hostn  art;  thine  ?   Snr  |>orop,  nor  state, 

Nor  token,  to  betniy  where  thou  dost  wait. 
All  Nature  stands,  for  thee,  iiinbii.ssad()r  ; 
Her  forct'.'f  all  thy  serfs,  for  peace  or  war. 

CJreatcst  and  i<'a.sl  aliki?,  thou  ful'st  their  fatp — 

The  avalanclii!  cliaincd  until  it.s  ceiilury's  date, 
Tlie  ninlhcrry  leaf  nia(h;  rolw  for  emperor  I 
Sliall  man  alone  thy    law  deny  f — refuse 

Thy  healiiif^  for  lii.s  blunders  and  his  einft  ? 
Oh  I  mak»?  us  thine  !  Teacli  us  who  wait^s,  In-st  bugs  ; 

Who  loiifjest  waits,  of  all  most  surely  wins, 

Wlum  Time  is  spent,  Kternity  begins. 
To  doubt,  to  chafe,  to  ha.ste,  doth  (iod  accuse. 

BKLEM  arrr  Jaccao*. 
In  'Atlaotk,-  UHl 


A    BLIND  SPINNER 

1  Like  a  blind  spinner  in  the  sun, 

I  tread  my  days  ; 
I  know  that  all  the  threads  will   run 

Appointed  ways. 
I  know  each  day  will  bring  its  task, 
And,  Ix'inj^  blind,  no  more  I  usk. 

2  I  do  not  know  the  use  or  name 

Ol' that  I  spin  ; 
I  only  know  that  some  one  came 

And  laid  within 
My  hand  the  thread,  ami  said,  "Since  you 
Are  blind,  but  one  thing  you  can  do." 

3  Sometimes  the  threads  so  rough  and  fast 

And  tangled  lly, 
I  know  wild  storms  are  sweeping  past, 

And  fear  that  I 
Shall  fail ;   but  dare  not  try  tn  find 
A  safer  place,  since  I  am  blind. 

4  I  know  not  why,  but  I  am  suro 

I'hat  tint  and  place. 
In  some  great  fabric  to  endure, 

I'itst  time  anil  race. 
My  threails  will  have  ;   so  from  the  first, 
Though  blind,  I  Dcvcr  felt  accurst. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


5  But  listen,  listen,  day  by  day, 

To  lii'ur  the  tread 
Wlio  l)i:ir  tile  liiiislied  web  away, 

And  (lit  tlie  tiiread, 
And  i)iinf5  (Jod's  message  in  the  sun, 
"  Thou  poor  blind  spiuuer,  work  is  done." 

BELEN  HUNT  JACKBON. 


Sliss  Slumfor^ 


lathe  muter  of  Mni.  Seward  whose  poem  "Jesus' Night  o(  Prayer." 
ftppeara  in  tliiH  vohimc,  niul  (laughter  of  a  Mr.  Muiiiforrl  who  was  editor 
of  the  "  Stanilaril  "  during  1848  and  for  some  yeara  following.  Her 
puhlifthed  i>*>ema  nsnaily  appeartMl  orer  tilt*  name  "  Piccf>la.'*  Her  ar- 
ticles display  much  soundness  of  heart,  as  well  as  pure  poetical  feeling. 


CHEERFUL  CONTENT. 

1  I  know  no  loneliness  of  heart, — no  shadowy  ideal, 
No  sighing  for  the  unattained, — the  beautiful   un- 
real ; 

My  happiness  is  ever  near  in  treasures  few   and 

small  ; 
My  lowly  hopes  are  realized  in  young  fruition  all. 

2  And  mine   the  spirit  still  at  home  in  sorrow  and 

i»  joy. 
That  loseth  not  its  sweet  content  at  thought  of 

earth's  annoy ; 
The  violet,  that  bides   the  storm,  is  freshened  in 

its  blue, 
And  sorrow  beats  upon   the  heart  to  strengthen 

and  renew. 

3  I  know  not  why  I  do  not  love  what  others  love  on 

earth, 
Nor  why  what  others  seem  to  prize,  to   me   is 

nothing  worth  ; 
Nor  why  I  feel  so  trustful  of  everyone  I  see, 
Until  my  heart  belongs  to  them  more  than  it  does 

to  me. 

4  The  flower  upon  our  mantle-shelf, — my  brother's 

flute  at  night, 
The  way-worn  letter  from  afar  that  bringeth  pure 

delight. 
The  voices  of  my  darling  ones  that  own   no  parlor 

tone, 
With  these  to  sun  my  little  world,  I  could  not  feel 

alone. 

5  I  have  an  earthly  mother,  and  my  home  is  in  her 

heart. 
And  evermore  I  nestle  there,  though  we   are  far 

i\\y.\Tt ; 
And  cartiily  sisters,  too,   I  have,  and  brothers  for 

my  love. 
That  cluster  round  me  like  the  stars  in  the  briirht 

heaven  above. 


6  In   fancy  only   I  oan  live  and  love  beside    them 

now. 
In    fancy    only    I   can   feel    their   kisses   on    my 

brow : 
I  cannot  see  the  hands   I   pressed,  the  ringlets  I 

have  curled  ; 
My  head  that  used  to  lean  on   them,  is   rested  on 

the  world. 

7  I  know  that  heaven  is  near  to  earth  where'er  my 

lot  may  fall ; 
I  know   that  they  will  pray  for  me,  the  frailest  of 

them  all ; 
And  I,  if  I  were  growing  gray,  should  sleep  the 

sleep  of  youth. 
For  my  soul  is  rocked  to  slumber  on  the  bosoms 

of  their  truth. 

8  There  is  a  worldly  wisdom  that  preacheth   to  de- 

spise 
The  clime  of   jouthful    feeling,   that  impulsively 

replies 
To   the    whisper   of   affection,    wherever   it    may 

spring. 
And    proffers    to    the   gazing   world   its  fragrant 

blossoming. 

9  The  dew  refuseth  not  to  bathe  the  dusty  wayside 

flowers. 
Restoring  to  the  faded  grass  the  green  of  vernal 

hours; 
And  though  the  faith  were  all  disproved,  another 

hath  professed. 
The  withered  soul  may  be  revived  upon  a  loving 

breast. 

10  I   would   not    blush    to    give    away    whatever    I 

possess 

Of  artless  and  confiding  faith,  and  woman's  tender- 
ness ; 

I  would  not  blush  to  wrap  my  thoughts  around 
one  pulse  that  thrills 

With  the  delicious  sense  of  life,  that  all  my  being 
fills. 

11  Though  love  is  widowed  of  its  trust,  and  weeps 

the  living  death  ; 

And  Genius,  bending  to  its  clay,  forgets  the  ivy 
wreath. 

The  only  night  that  I  could  know  would  be  the 
soul's  eclipse, 

The  guile  that  worketh  at  the  heart, — the  false- 
hood on  the  lips. 

12  I  love  the  smallest  living  thing  to  tears;  and  quiet 

thought 
Hath  sanctified  the  beautiful,  with  everything   un- 

wrought ; 
I   hear  a   glad    philosophy    throughout   existence 

hymning. 
And  often  think  the  cup  of  life  for  me  is  full   to 


brimming. 


AKOCLIKA  8.  MUMFOBD,  VUO, 


MISCELLANEOUS.    CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER,  <te. 

MY   SHIP   COMES   IN. 


811 


WHEN 

1  When  my  sliip  comes  in  with  joy  ami  song, 

From  sailiiii;  tlic  fur  hluc  s<:i, 
Witli  everytliiii;,'  th:il  lite  could  wish, 
Will  my  good  ships  hult-u  be. 
My  ships  como  buck  to  me  ! 

2  I've  waited  long,  and  am  weary, 

Why  tarry  my  ships  so  long  ? 
I  sent  them  out  long  years  ago, 

They  were  buildol  staunch  and  strong. 
My  ships !  come  back  to  me  ! 

3  It  cannot  Im;  !  Oh  !  no  ;  not  that ! 

They  will  come  back  to  me. 
Oh  I  tell  me  not  that  waters  wild 
Have  wrecked  my  goml  ships  all. 
My  ships  I  come  back  to  me  ! 

4  I  sent  out  my  gooil  ship  Pleasure, 

Slie  bounded  swift  o'er  the  foaming  sea, 
With  a  joyous  laugh   she  (piickly  sped 

To  a  foreign  |)ort  and  a  Jlower-decked  lea. 
I'leasure  !  come  back  to  mo  ! 

5  The  next  sent  out  was  Joy  and  Love, 

She  (piickly  sailed  to  the  tropic's  tire. 
And  there,  'mid  fearful  seas  of  grief, 
W:is  bound  and  sunk  by  a  golden  wire. 
She'll  never  come  back  to  me,  ah  mo ! 

6  Tht!  next  that  sailiil — her  name  was  Hope- 

She  sailtH:!  the  wide  woritl  o'er  ; 
And  soon,  I  feel,  that  back  she'll  come, 
And  sail  from  nu>  no  more. 
She  nmsl  come  back  to  me! 

7  Till-  last  that  sailed — her  name  sweet  Faith — 

My  last,  best  ship  Wius  she ; 
Her  track  was  marked  by  a  brilliant  star 
Far  out  on  liie  unknown  sea. 
Sweet  Faith,  com*-  back  to  me  ! 

8  Ah  I   little  I  thought  of  w  hat  might  come 

When  my  ships  went  sailing  free  ; 
Pleasure  anil  Hope,  .loy  and  Love, 
Will  never  come  back  to  me — 
Never  come  back  to  me  ! 

9  But  Faith,  sweet  Faith,  my  guiding  star, 

Has  con(pier(!<l  th(!  raging  sea. 
And  laden  with  treasures  never  to  fade, 
Has  come  sailing  back  to  me — 
Faith  has  come  back  to  me  ! 

BELLI  lltMl, 
Bockfonl  ScttilnuT.  lU. 

BLACK  HAWK'S  FIRST  AND  LAST   DEFEAT. 

FOU   A    RECITATION. 

"  Jiul  below  the  (ra»t  b«n<l  In  Rock  Rirrr.  whrre  khr  eitj  nt  Juica- 
Tillr,  Wi».,  atKnd*.  i«  a  Imld  pmm'inUirT.  calLtl  Ta>>!«  R<ick.  Fmm 
lt«  ■iiiiinilt,  'Black  Hawk'  la  Mid  u>  bar.;  nud  ■  hU  laat  appc«l  to  hta 
waiTlon." 

As  Cateline,  by  proiul  com|>eers  arraigiie<l. 
Tried  and  condemned  to  banishmnit  frnin  Uoiiu>, 
Vowed  to  return  with  former  power  r«'gaine<l, 


Revenge  his  wrongs,  and  seal  his  countrj-'s  doom, — 

So  s|K)ke  the  chief,  by  nobler  passions  stirred  : 

''  Wiiite  man,  Ix^ware  !    I  all  your  offers  spurn ! 

Shade  of  my  fathers, — here  I  ph-ilge  my  word 

To  l)e  avenged — I  go,  but  I  return." 

True  heartt'd  HIack  Hawk.      Fine,  noble  )>oast! 

At  thy  connnand  six  hundretl  braves  surround 

Their  gallant  chief,  resolved,  at  any  cost. 

To  drive  the  pale  face  from  their  hunting-ground. 

Upon  Rock  River's  gently  flowing  tide, 

A  valiant  band,  flower  of  the  Fox  and  Sauk — 

In  their  canoes  are  ranging  side  by  side. 

Around  the  base  of  ela.ssic  "  Table  Rock." 

Lo  I  on  its  broad  summit  a  vision  ap|M>ars  ; 

Tall,  straight,  and  majestic,  though  hoary  with  years. 

His  blanket  hangs  loosely,  his  broad  chest  half  bare. 

His  eagle  plumes  wave  in  the  fresh  morning  air. 

O'er  his  shoulder  a  gaily-wrought  (piiver  is  (lung. 

In  his  broad  wampum  bell  his  wea|M>iis  are  iiuiig. 

Say,  who  is  the  warrior  that  stands  on  the  rock? 

'T  is  IJlack  Hawk,  the  chief  of  the  Fox  and  the  Sauk. 

Mucatji  muliicatah — hunted,  pursucnl. 

With  courage  undaunted,  and  soul  unsulxliied. 

How  glances  the  tire  of  revenge  from  thine  eyes, 

"As  the  landscape  outstretchwl  in  its  loveliness  lies." 

The  deep  rolling  stream,  as  it  murmurs  along, 

Awakens  a  sense  of  oppression  and  wrong  ; 

The  homes  of  tliy  kindred,  for  ages  untold. 

Their  graves  and  their  aluirs  all  bartered  for  gold. 

But  see!   with  his  right  arm  extende<l  on  hiirh. 

As  calling  for  vengeance  to  fall  from  the  skv. 

He  speaks,  and  his  voice,  echoed  back  from  the   shore. 

Strikes  full  on  the  ear  like  the  cataract's  roar. 

"  Their  blood  cries  out  for  war — liouse  ye  1  my  braves, 

Let  Keocuk  afar  lead  his  poor  slaves  ; 

Aye,  let  tliem  bound  away  like  the  startled  fawn  ; 

We'll  stand  like  wolves  at  bay  ;  and  dare  them  on. 

On.  towanl  the  setting  sun,  not  this  the  place. 

We'll  give  l)rave  Atkinson  another  chase. 

On,  wher(>  the  Uill  gnvss  waves  like  serp-nts  shy, 

There  shall  my  trusty  braves  in  ambush  lie. 

I>et  Dodge,  tlie  pale-faced  thief,  charge  on  our  rear  ; 

Black  Hawk,  the  Indian  Chief,  never  felt  fear  I 

We'll  s|M'e<l  the  arrow  straight.     Our  pointed  dart«, 

Stee|M'(i  in  revenge  and  hate,  shall  pierce  their  hearts. 

Then  let  them  |Mjur  like  rain  their  liaden  ball  ; 

For  every  red-man  slain,  ten  whites  shall  fall. 

This  night  we'll  move  our  camp.     And  the  great  Manito 

Shall  light  us  with  his  lamp  ;  brothers,  let's  go  !  " 

Fierce  was  the  conflict,  but  the  strife  is  o'er: 

The  Rubicon  is  p.-isse<l,  thy  doom  is  seah**! ; 

That  lM>undry  line  tliou  must  recross  no  mon% 

"r  is  fate's  ileeree  and  thy  proud  w  ill  must  yield. 

Ah.  martyr  chief,  methinks,  with  dro<iping  wings, 

Yet  living  still,  thy  ronquored  soul  must  bow. 

Thyself,  thy  son,  the  prophets  of  thy  tribes. 

Betrayed,  and  rapturr<l  by  a  secret  foe, 

Anrl  to  the  wliites  delivennl  up,  for  bribe. 

lii'i.-itia'e  avarice!  o'er  iheir  brf»ad  lands 

Extend  thine  arnu,  aod  grasp  in  all  the  shore. 


812 


WOlffAjr  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


Thy  passive  chief  assents  to  thy  demands  ; 
Ills  heart  is  broken,  he'll  contend  no  more, 
Unbar  tiie  eaj;;e.  and  let  the  prisoner  fly. 
IJlaek  I  lawk,  thy  brothers  bid  thee  go  in  peace! 
Thy  great  white  father  gives  thee  leave  to  die. 

MK8.  K.  8.  KUXOOO, 


3Iirt  Sl(€lro2 


(See  page  2A9.) 


Was  born  in  IS39,  at  Palm)Ta,  Mo.  She  graduated  from  tbe  Female 
College,  Jacksoiirillc,  111.,  aud  has  resided  most  of  the  time  since  her 
luarriiige  to  Dr.  B.  M.  Griffith,  in  SiJrlugficM,  111.  Of  a  decided  liter- 
ary turn  of  mind,  her  elegant  liome  baa  long  been  a  popular  resort  of 
the  Author's  Club  aud  various  literary  gatherings.  Though  excelling  In 
prose  sketches,  essays  on  scientific  topics,  aud  tbe  like,  she  has  written 
■ome  gems  of  poetry  that  are  ranked  among  those  of  a  high  order  of 
merit.  Th'o  of  her  productions  appear  In  this  volume.  Mrs.  Dr.  Griff- 
ith has  ever  been  active  in  good  works.  For  ten  years  she  was  tbe 
faithful  recording  secretary  of  the  "  Woman's  Board  of  Missions,' con- 
Dected  with  tbe  First  Presbyterian  Church;  and  for  several  years  the 
"Prtaibyt<Tial  and  Synodical  Secretary  of  Central  Llinois,"  besides  being 
one  of  the  ilirectors  of  the  "  Woman's  Board  of  the  Xorthwest,"  48 
HcCorniick  Block,  Chicago.  (18851.  The  following  poem  is  dedicated  to 
her,  by  her  old  friend  aud  class-mate. 

LIFE'S    DREAM. 

TO   MY  CLASS-MATE,    ALICE  MCELBOT. 

1  Life  !  thou  strange  mysterious  dream 

That  flits  across  the  sleeping  soul, 
Which  lights  it  with  a  passing  gleam, 
Then  fadeth  like  a  dream  untold, 
So  rapid,  yet  so  wondrous  strange, 
Is  every  varied  changing  shade, 
Although  the  spirit  feels  the  change 

It  knows  not  where  the  change  was  made. 

2  Like  flying  shadows  o'er  the  sea 

Come  sorrows  wild  and  murky  cloud, 
And  o'er  our  vision,  darkl}'  flee 
Muttering  thunders  deep  and  loud. 
Yet  gh^ams  of  sunshine  intervene 
To  linger  o'er  the  scene  awhile, 
And  make  the  sea-girt  islands  green, 

With  friendship's  warm,  the'  fleeting  smile. 

3  In  this  wild  and  feverish  dream. 

Life's  phantoms  swiftly  glide  around 
Frieiid.shij)'s  fleeting,  shadowy  gleam. 

With  hatred's  fearful,  threat'ning  frown. 
Love  frail,  fho'  Heaven's  brightest  smile. 

And  jiridc,  with  cold  and  haughty  brow, 
And  envy  and  deceit  and  guile 

Their  shadows  o'er  the  night-scene  throw. 

4  And  yet,  the  dreamer  fears  to  wake 

Tho*  night-mare  terrors  fill  his  brain. 
Lest  e'en  the  dream  its  flight  should  take 
And  he  should  never  dream  again. 

Sure  there's  a  l;ind  of  fadeless  dream.s. 

And  kindred  .souls  siiall  there  be  viewed ; 
And  in  those  fair,  eternal  scenes 

Life's  dream  will  surely  be  renewed. 

COKILI.A    W.    WINN, 

JackioDTUle,  UL.  Female  College,  June.  1852. 


"IF   THY    RIGHT    HAND   OFFEND   THEE." 

1  "Nay,  not  my  right  hand  ! 

It  is  .scarred  with  its  toil,  it  hath  never  known  rest ; 
In  the  struggle  of  life  it  hath  wrought  with  the  best ; 
It  hath  smitten  the  foes  that  as.saulted  my  breast; 
It  hatli  fought  in  my  battles,  fulfilled  my  command — 
Thou  wilt  spare  my  right  hand?" 

2  "  Nay,  nay  ;  not  so  fast  ! 

It  is  strong, — it  hath  strewn  ;  but  aye  for  the  right  ? 
Can  it  hold  its  .scars  proudly  to-day  in  my  sight? 
Ilath  it  guarded  thy  bosom  from  darkness  or  light? 
At  my  feet  even  now  have  its  weapons  been  cast 
Can  I  trust  it  at  last?  " 

3  "  Oh  I  it  quails  at  thy  word ; 

It  hath  scattered  such  seed  as  were  better  unsown  ; 
It  hath  garnered  in  fields  that  were  never  its  own  ; 
It  hath  left  its  own  garden  with  weeds  overgrown  ; 
Yet  it  trembles  and  fears  at  the  gleam  of  the  sword. 
Thou  wilt  pity  it,  Lord  ?  " 

4  "And  did  I  not  heed 

Tiiy  pleading,  and  strengthen  and  cleanse  and  prepare 
For  work  in  my  vineyard,  my  harvests  to  share  ?  ' 
Behold  what  rebellion  hath  answered  my  care  ! 
Thy  garners  are  empty,  thou'rt  crippled  indeed ; 
And  yet  dost  thou  plead  ?  " 

5  "  Nay,^  Lord,  I  am  still  ! 

See !  the  hand  is  in  Thine !  If  Thou  lovest  me  so, 
There  is  mercy  in  smiting  that  lays  me  so  low, 
There  are  pardon  and  healing  to  follow  the  blow  ; 
Whole  or  maimed,  weak  or  strong,  if  only  Thy  will 
Be  wrought,  I  am  still !  " 

MARY  L.  DICKINSON, 

Kew  York.  1883. 


FAITH. 

1  I  found  a  place  where  violets  grow  ; 

They  were  peeping  through  a  drift  of  snow, 
With  blue  eyes  raised  to  the  sky  above, 
They  told  me  of  God's  watchful  love, — 
He  had  kept  them  safe  and  made  them  grow 
Under  that  bank  of  chilling  snow, 
Through  winter's  darkest,  dreariest  hours 
He  had  kept  them  safe,  those  tiny  flowers. 

2  And  well  I  know  that  faith  may  grow, 
Under  a  grief  more  cold  than  snow  ; 
With  bright  eyes  raised  to  the  sky  above, 
She  telleth  of  our  Father's  love, — 

That  my  st)ul  may  brighter  and  brighter  grow 
Under  a  grief  more  cold  than  snow. 
For  He  who  made  for  us  sweet  flowers 
Will  order  well  these  lives  of  ours. 

HAKAU   Bl/CUANAN,  188 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER,  dee. 


813 


^utiT  ^:irtom 


Wh  bom  in  the  cliarmliiK  old  towii  of  Bererly,  on  the  northeaiMm 
COMt  of  Hais.  Much  of  her  best  work  baa  Nwd  dom-  in  that  cornvr  at 
the  Bay  SUtc.  Dwelling  lietwcen  the  graurl  old  hilU.  the  rirc-r  and  Ibo 
■ea,  with  the  plctiirewiuc  rocky  helijht  in  froot  of  her  childhoiMl  lioiiie. 
(he  wa.«  cooitantly  leaniiog  the  •ecret*  of  tiie  bird*  anil  wild  flowera. 
catching  glimiMeti  of  the  glory  larid  in  the  unclmntUig  iiunaot,  breathing 
In  thp  pure  inTigoratlng  air  of  tlutt  healthful  locality,  ahe  hail  much  to 
derelop  the  latent  poetical  talent  and  literary  Ijent  thai  aluinUin-il  with- 
in her.  8ho  {^  fond  of  referring  Ut  the  ayatenmtic  tnUning  ahe  reci^ived 
In  the  Bible  and  Cat<  clilsni:  U>  the  readini:  of  auch  bookii  aa  "  riltrrlui'i 
Progreaa."  "Millou'a  Para<liiie  Loat,"  "'Hearenly  lluirarchies."  "Scottiah 
Chiefa"  and  the  like,  that  fuuuil  their  way  into  her  delightful  Chriatlan 
home,  doing  ao  much  tu  direct  her  life  Into  the  proper  chanueL  At  tlie 
early  age  of  acren  ahe  secretly  wrote,  lUuatrating  with  crude  water  col- 
oni,  and  publiahed— Inherway— a  llttlemanuacriptTolumuof  poema  and 
U'.tle  atcrlea.  After  her  father'!  death,  her  mother  moTod  to  I^well, 
where  (or  awhile  Lucy  was  employed  in  the  milla,  all  the  time  cnntlnu- 
ing  her  reracs,  however.  She  waa  haiipy  in  her  week  day  employuent, 
the  sweet  Sabbath  repose,  the  charch  att<^ndaDC«  and  the  helpful  heart 
and  clear  couscienco.  BtUl  ahe  noTer  ceased  to  Iotu  the  old  home  by  the 
■ea.  But  for  the  experiences  in  that  romantic  spot.  It  U  not  likely  th« 
"Idyl  of  Work"  or  the  "Koees  of  Cape  Ann."  full  of  the  legend,  and 
picture  and  fragrance  of  the  ocean,  would  bare  been  girrn  the  world. 
She  bus  written  much  to  delight  the  children,  aa  moat  good  writers  do. 
The  war  called  forth  much  from  her  generous  and  Intenaely  rigorous  na- 
ture, and  inspired  her  to  write  the  "Sinking  of  the  Merrimack."  "Lnj»i 
Woman's  No,"  and  the  like.  "Hannab  Binding  Shin's"  Is  one  other 
most  celebrated  productions,  and  her  poem  "The  Rose  Enthroned,"  tias 
called  out  much  admiration. 

It  is  said  that  she  bemelf  neTer  thought  much  of  "Hannah  BIndInc 
Shoes:"  but  rarious  eminent  elocutlouiatabare  thought  differently,  and 
the  (inaint  at<iry  of  Hannah  baa  been  eclioed  and  rv-cchoed  from  tho 
n'Mtrum  of  hall  and  oix.'ra  hnua«  until  every  one  Is  familiar  with  It.  It 
has  proviut  t4i  tie  i>ne  of  the  aimple  "  nAlltiea  that  aing  themselTea.  and 
ao  sing  Inimortally."  Tbu  "Rose  Enthroned"  Is  iinniouucoil  her  gTvat<«t 
Inspiration  by  .Mrs.  A.  I>  F.  Whitney  who  has  writtenabottutiful  sketch 
of  her  life  and  work  up  to  the  year  18M.  and  who  nys  'To  hare  wrillea 
such  a|><>emas  this  alone  is  to  tiaro  boon  a  poet.  No  wonder.—  tha 
Atlantic  Monthly  then  being  publlslml  with  a  'fio-n;inic' table  of  ouo- 
tents,-  that  11  ahoulil  haTo  been  attributed  to  Kmenon." 

Some  flfteen  yearn  ago.  Miss  I.«rcimi  edited  "  Our  Yiinug  Folks"  mtwt 
■uoceasfuUy.  Though  now  motherless,  unmarrietl  and  of  course  child 
leas,  she  has  tho  true  womanhood  and  bleaed  mother  Instluat  aa  the 
loUowiog  Terse*  show  ^— 

Too  many  for  oni>  hou.se,  you  see, 
And  .so  I  liuve  to  Ift  tin  lu  b« 
In  care  of  other  mothers. 

•  •••••••• 

My  (hirlinijs  I  by  my  mother  heart 
I  liavo  found,  I  AvxW  tind  tliein. 
Though  some  from  me  are  worlds  ap.art, 
And  tliinkini;  of  tiiem,  ti'urs  will  stitrt 
Into  my  eyes,  and  blind  thum. 

"  KTen  her  Christmas  Is  Woman's  Christmas,—  her  suog  tbs  njofeliic 
of  the  mother-heart.'* 

By  the  elose  l>onil  of  woinanhoo<l, 
Hy  tlie  prophetic  motiier-heart, 

Forever  visioiiin>j  iinsha{HMl  jjoimI. 
Mury,  in  Ilim.  we  claim  our  jiarf. 

•  «••••••• 

"NVhat  were  our  jwor  lives  worth,  if  thence 
Flowed  forth  no  worlil-|H>rformt?d  good, 

No  love-!irowth  of  Omnipotence  ? 
The  childless  share  thy  uiotherlioo^l. 

•  •••••••« 


Bnsathe,  wenry  woman  evorywhcro, 
Tlu;  frchhiM-B.s  of  this  heaveidy  morn  ; 

The  blessin;^  that  lie  is,  wu  share. 
For  unto  us  this  Child  is  burn  ! 

Itutt<'r  to  the  worker*  of  t»-day  than  all  tiiat  ha*  hem  said  nf  iMtj 
ijuatm.  may  U-  the  fact  tliat  "  she  Is  In  kxn  with  loll,  aiwl  alii4pi  It  aa  a 
lover  sings  bis  ailort^l  one  "  lu  very  Imsy  lndu*lry  ttiat  mtvcw  Ut  aid 
her  fellow  truvellera,  and  ni|»M:Ully  |a-rlia|«  thn  trm|arnu>or  and  mlailon- 
ai y  cauaea.  One  of  her  very  lat««t  t^oeius  Is  a  juj  aon^  of  "fcUuwahIp  la 
toll,  and  one  of  her  swn;k«*t  refrains  Is,"- 

Thank  God  for  tho  work  He  let*  im  do ! 
I  am  glad  that  1  live  iu  the  worM  with  you  ! 


FROM    THE    MOUNTAIN   TOP. 

1  Dear  world,  looking  down  from  the  highest  of  hciglitx 

that  my  feet  can  attain, 
I  see  not  the  smoke  of  your  cities,  the  dust  of  your 

l)i;,diway  and  plaiiv; 
Over  all  your  dull  moors  and  morasses  a  veil  the  blue 

atmosphere  folds. 
And  you   mii;ht  be   made    wholly   of  mountains    for 

aught  that  my  vision  beholds. 

2  Dear  world,  I  look  down  and  am  grateful  that  so  wo 

all  sometimes  may  stand 
AlK)ve  our  own  every-day  level,  and   know   that   our 

nature  is  graiul 
In  its  possible  glory  of  climbing,  in  the  hill-tops  that 

iK'ckon  and  Ik-iid 
So  close  every  mortal    ho   scarcely   can   choose    but 

ascenil. 

3  Tliough  here,  O  my  world,  we  miss  something — the 

sweet  multitudinous  sound 
Of  leaves  in  the  forest  aflutter,  of  rivulets  lispiug 

around. 
The  smell  of  wild  pastures  in  blossom,  of  fresh  earth 

ui>turned  by  tli*^  i)low — 
The  uplands  and  all  the  green  hillsides  lead  the  way 

to  the  mountain's  brow. 

4  One  world  ;  there  is  no  separation ;   the  same  earth 

above  and  Im'Iow  ; 
Up  here  in  the  river's  cloud-cnullc  ;  down  there  is  iu 

fullness  and  flow. 
My  voice  joins  the  voice  of  your  millions  who  upwanl 

in  Weariness  grojH', 
And  the  hills  Ix-ar  tho  burden  to  heaven — humanity's 

anguiah  and  ho]>e  ! 

5  Dc.ir  world,  lying  quiet  and  lovely  in  a  shimmer  of 

gossjimcr  haze, 
IWneath  the  soft  films  of  your  mantle  I  can  feci  your 

heart  Ix'at  as  I  gaze  : 
I  know  you  by  what  you  aspire  to,  by  tho  l«wk  that 

oil  no  face  can  Iki 
Save  in  moments  of  high  consecration  ;  you  arc  sUow- 

iug  your  true  self  to  mc. 


814 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


6  Dear  world.  T  behold  but  your  largeness  ;  I   forget 

that  aught  petty  or  mean 
Ever  marred  the  vast  sphere  of  your  beauty,  over 

which  as  a  lover  I  lean  ; 
And  not  by  our  flaws  will  God  judge   us;  His  love 

kee])s  our  noblest  in  sight ; 
Dear  world,  our  low  life  sinks  behind  us  ;  we  look 

up  to  His  infinite  height ! 

Ll'CV  LARCOM, 

Id  "Harper's  Magazine,"  18M, 

WHAT    HAVE   WE   DONE? 

1  If  we  sit  down  at  set  of  sun, 

And  count  the  things  that  we  have  done, 

And  counting,  find 
One  self-<lenying  act,  one  word 
That  eased  the  heart  of  him  who  heard, 

One  glance  most  kind 
That  fell  like  sunshine  where  it  went, 
Then  we  may  count  the  day  well  spent. 

2  But  if,  through  all  the  livelong  day, 
We've  eased  no  heart  by  yea  or  nay; 

If  through  it  all 
We've  done  no  thing  that  we  can  trace, 
That  brought  the  sunsliine  to  a  face, 

No  act  most  small 
That  helped  some  soul,  and  nothing  cost, 
Then  count  that  day  as  worse  than  lost. 


ELLA  WUEELKB. 


BEHOLD.   HE    PRAYETH. 

One  gloomy  day  I  paused  with  listless  hand. 
And  feeling  painfully  a  burden  which  I  bore, 
1  said,  My  half  day's  work  is  done — no  land 
Of  use  or  beauty  stretches  here  ;  it  is  the  shore 
Of  earthly  end  now  lying  at  my  feet — 
Vain,  fruitless  all,  I  cried,  and  fleet,  so  fleet. 

Unworthy  of  the  patient,  hard  endeavor. 
The  shadow'd  way  that  led  but  to  no   thorough- 
fare ; 
I  felt  the  weight,  not  power  of  any  lever 
Which    migiit   to    happier    lots   than   mine   have 

yielded  fair 
Return  for  honorable  toil — defeat 
Summed   up    the   whole,  o'ermast'ring  and   com- 
plete. 

I  kneeled  upon  the  barren,  barren  sand — 
And  sent  my  quest'ning  soul  forth  o'er   the  un- 
known sea. 
When  lo !  the  shelt'ring  of  a  mighty  hand — 
A  power  unfelt,  invisible  to  all  but  me. 
Reached  downward  from  a  pitying,  tender  sky  : 
A  voice  called  to  my  inmost  life.  Soul !  why 
Art  thou  thus  lonely,  with  thy  God  so  nigh  ? 
My  child  !  my  child  !   "  Be  not  afraid  ;  't  is  L" 


4  My  whole  life  rested  in  the  mighty  hand  ; 
It  held  me  like  the  nestling  in  the  parent  nest; 
It  fed,  warmed,  taught  me  of  Divine  command  : 
I  sent  my  weary  thought  all   heavenward  in  its 

quest — 
And  late  I  found  the  state  and  attitude  of  prayer 
Is  that,  and  that  alone,  which  hath  the  rare. 
The   gracious  gift    of    sweet'ning  ev'r}'   loss  and 

care ; 
I  cannot  now  forget,  if  I  should  dare. 

I8ADOKE  O.  jr.KTKRY. 
In  "N.  W.  ChriBtian  AdTocate." 

LET   YOUR    LIGHT   SO   SHINE. 

1  Night  on  the  angry  l)ill(jws  ; 

And  bright  from  the  light-house  tower 
Shines  forth  a  friendly  beacon, 
To  save  from  the  tempest's  power. 

2  Said  the  keeper — the  brave  Max  Erdmann, 

As  he  worked  in  the  tower  that  night, 
"  I  wonder,  if  down  on  the  lower  coast, 
Their  lamp  is  burning  bright  ? 

3  "Young  Franz  and  Ivan — the  keepers — 

May  be  careless  ; — I  think  I'll  go 
And  look  from  the  cliff ; — I  must  hasten  back 
For  the  oil  in  my  lamp  is  low." 

4  So  away  he  sped  through  the  darkness. 

To  the  mountain  peak  afar ; 
And  saw,  through  the  gloom  of  the  driving  storm, 
Like  the  smile  of  a  beautiful  star, 

5  The  headland  light-house,  gleaming 

O'er  the  dangerous  lower  coast ; 
"Aha  !"  cried  Max, — "  't  is  as  good  as  mine, 
I  must  hurry  back  to  my  post. 

6  "  But  where  is  the  bridge?  have  I  missed  it? 

Good  heavens !  it  is  washed  away,     , 
And  hark !  the  deep  roar  of  a  signal  gun 
Comes  booming  up  from  the  bay." 

7  Climbing  the  crest  of  the  mountain. 

He  looks  for  the  cheering  spark 
From  his  light-house  gleaming  ;  alas  !  alas ! 
It  is  out ;  the  tower  is  dark. 

8  Faster,  and  even  faster, 

Down  the  mountain  crags  he  leaps ; 
For  he  knows,  by  the  sound  of  the  minute-guns. 
That  down  on  the  rocky  steeps, 

9  By  his  light-house  dark,  is  a  vessel ; 

For,  with  nothing  to  guide  her  way, 
She  has  struck,  and  will  go  to  pieces, 
Before  the  break  of  the  day. 

10  To  his  tower  Max  wildly  hurries; 

But  even  while  the  oil  he  poured 
In  his  empty  lamp,  that  ship  went  down. 
With  every  soul  on  board. 

11  For  many  a  soul  may  be  shipwrecked 

In  the  tempest  and  the  night; 
While  those  who  should  cheer  and  guide  them. 
Are  watching  their  neighbor's  light. 

EMMA  8.   BABCOCK. 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CUHISTMAS,  NEW  YEARS,  EASTER,  Se 


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CHEERY  BE. 


M   3. 


MAnOARKTTE  HNODORAm.  In  "Oood  Wllf 
lljr  \frt.  I'nrf.  T.  M.  TiJUMC 


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^^^-^^^^^M 


1.  Cheer  -  y         be. 

2.  If       you       will, 

3.  Look     a   -    bove, 


Hap  -  py        Ik*. 

Voti      iiiiiy      till 

There    U         love, 


Olail  aiul    joy-otia        all     thn   day;  Sh<vl    thy    llRht, 

Otli-iTs  Willi     the        joy   you  liriiii;:  As     you     K"- 

Ju  -  8U!i     la        the      (ouuUiu  heaJ;  At    iu      brink. 


Chobus. 


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t=i=^-^ 


g=;g9^^J?=g^^tgnj=:i 


-j» — 


Beatn-lriK    bright. 
You      may  show 
Det'p  -  ly      drink, 


Like     a        buii  -  ny       ray. 
Where  the      wa  -  tera    spring. 
Thirst  no      more,     lie    said. 


3: 


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Tell    tho     glad  -  ncsa     yoa    hare    found, 


—-—, w—^ •• •• ^- 


5^ 


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m        rr 


^^ 


Swell  the  prals  -  es 


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s—^-^ 


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V'l 


all      a  -  round ;         Je  -  sua  lives, 


and    Uo  lorea        Such  ai     you    and  me. 


Ii  k  ncident  of  Lake  FomC  HL  She  U  the  author  of  numrniiui  nf  tha 
bast  h)nuiM  of  Um  pmeol  day,  and  It  oat  of  the  nrcetcat  aiiJ  iiK»t 
onnadentlniu  eooipoMn  of  mend  moiio.  8be  waareooiUjr  nuurlM  to  • 
Pmbytrriao  clcfsjrman.  Rut.  Mr.  Fniier.  A  maaiucript-Niok  nf 
pnenu  of  bar  own  oompodof  U  nearly  ready  for  prea,  and  U  lnok>-<l  for 
with  much  iDttirrat  by  her  many  friend*  who  eateam  the  author  a*  una 
of  the  cholorat  (cnu  of  thl«  world.     Xot.  1381 

UNDER  THE  SHADOW  OF  THY  WINGS- 

"  In  tho  (hailow  of  thy  wingi  will  I  rejuioe.'-  Pi.  IxlU.  7. 

1  I  will  n-joice  witli  <;la(liiess  deep, 
Whili!  in  Tliy  <'are  I  waki;  or  sleep; 
Close  to  Tliy  side  will  ever  cling, 
Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

2  I  will  rejoice  that  Tlioa  .irt  near, 
Tliou  wilt  the  faintest  wliis|Mr  hear ; 
Darkness  may  coino,  hut  I  will  sing, 
Under  the  shadow  of  Tliy  wing. 

3  T  will  rejoice,  my  heart  doth  leap  ; 
To  'I'iiee  ill  danger  I  will  creep, 
('ounting  it  joy  all  jKiin  to  bring. 
Under  tho  shadow  of  Thv  winjr. 

4  Safe  in  its  shelter  I  would  hide, 
There  let  me  evermore  abide  ; 

1  can  rejoice  in  everything, 
Under  the  shadow  of  Thv  wing. 

M«i(ii«Rrmi  imnimiiAMi. 
S«t  to  Utuio  by  Prederlck  U.  PaaM.  In  "(>nnd  WUl.-  and  oaod  by  pw.  Dr.  T. 
Martin  Towoa, 


CALLING   THE    ANGELS    IN. 

1  Wo  mean  to  do  it.     Some  day,  some  day. 

We  mean  to  slacken  this  feverwl  rush 
That  is  wearing  our  very  souls  away. 

And  grant  to  our  goadtnl  henri.s  a  hush 
That  is  holy  enough  to  let  them  hear 
The  footsteps  of  angels  drawing  near. 

2  We  mean  to  do  IL     Oh  !  never  doubt, 

When  tho  burtlen  of  daytime  troil  is  o'er. 
We'll  sit  and  muse,  while  the  stars  come  out. 

As  the  patriarch  sat  at  the  open  door 
Of  his  tent,  with  a  heavenwanl  ga/ing  eye^ 
To  watch  for  tlie  angels  passing  by. 

3  We  see  them  afar  at  high  noontide. 

When  fiercely  the  world's  hot  fix-hings  b«*«t  ; 
Yet  never  have  bidden  them  turn  aside. 

And  tarry  a  w  hile  in  converM-  sweet ; 
Nor  jir.iye<l  them  to  hallow  tlie  rhe<'r  we  s|>rrad. 
To  drink  of  our  wine  and  break  of  our  bread. 

8  We  promisod  oar  hearts  that  when  the  ntn-** 
Of  the  lifc'-Mork  reaches  the  lon;r*'<l-for  rlfv.e. 
When  th«!  weight  that  we  groan  «ith  hinders  less. 

We'll  loosen  our  thoughts  to  »uch  repose 
As  banish  cure's  disturbing  din. 
And  then — we'll  call  tho  angels  in. 


816 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


5  The  day  that  wo  dreamed  of,  comes  at  length, 
When  tinnl  of  every  niotking  quest, 

And  hrokcn  in  spirit  and  shorn  of  strength 
We  drop,  indeed,  at  the  door  of  rest, 

And  wait  and  watch  as  the  day  wanes  on  ; 

But  the  angels  we  meant  to  call,  are  gone ! 

M  AUG  ABET  J.  PBISTOK. 


gl;irgarfi»|.  Jgrtston. 


"Glre  ber  of  the  fruit  of  her  hands,  and  let  her  own  works  praise  her 
in  the  gates." 

"What  use  for  the  rope  if  it  be  not  flung 

Till  tlie  swimmer's  grasp  to  the  rock  has  clung? 

What  help  is  a  comrade's  bugle  blast 

Wiieu  the  peril  of  Alpine  heights  is  past? 

What  need  the  spurring  pajan  roll 

When  the  runner  is  safe  beyond  the  goal  ? 

What  worth  is  eulogy's  blandest  breath. 

When  whispered  in  ears  that  are  hushed  in  death  ?" 

These  words  were  our  introduction  to  Margaret  J.  Preston,  years  ago. 
They  told  us  so  much  of  her  ;  told  of  a  strong,  helpful  soul  that  some- 
where was  blessing  humanity  with  strong,  helpful  deeds.  They  have  been 
a  constant  inspiration  to  the  doing  well  of  Ufe's  smallest  duties,  the  t>ear- 
ing  of  "one  another's  burdens"  ;  to  the  flinging  <jf  a  rope  if  a  friend  was 
sinking;  to  a  bugle  cheer  if  a  friend  was  faint  ;  toa  joyous  song  if  a  friend 
ha<i  triumphed  ;  to  a  word  of  love  to  the  friend  who  lived.  Such  inspi- 
rations never  die.  Translated  from  the  heart  of  life  they  become  new 
wherever  they  are  spoken.  "Sometime,"  we  said,  "  we  will  know  who 
Margaret  Preston  is."  Now  and  then  we  reawl  other  poems  from  her  pen, 
and  they  seemed  like  arbutus  blooms  lifting  their  pinky  white  cups  of 
fragrance  from  under  brown  leaves,  revealing  sweetness  and  piuity  of 
thought. 

But  we  found  her  at  last,  not  where  the  arbutus  grows,  but 

"where  magnolias  give 
Out  sweets  in  which  their  faintuess  could  not  live." 

A  Southern  writer  tells  us  of  an  evening  spent  at  the  home  of  Mrs. 
Preston  in  Lexingt4>n,  Virginia,  of  the  "  parlor,  a  large,  square  room, 
hung  with  curtain<i  of  lace,  falling  in  graceful  fohls  to  the  floor,  which  is 
carpeted  with  warm  colors  of  mingled  red  and  oak.  A  charming  room, 
with  its  lofty  ceiUngs,  broaJ  fire-places,  and  generous  bay-windows  look- 
ing out  over  a  beautiful  landscape,  commanding  a  view  of  the  Blue 
Ridge."  of  the  curiosities  this  art-loving  woman  has  collected:  "an 
Alpine  sUff  from  Switzerland,  a  china  cuj)  and  .saucer  from  which  Louis 
Napoleon  has  often  sipi>c>l  his  tea,  an  herbarium  coutiiining  herbs  from 
all  portions  of  the  world,  and  a  picture  woven  from  spider  webs."  And 
of  the  library  with  its  "  several  thousand  volumes,"  and  portraits  of 
General  "  Stonewall  "  Jackson-a  brother-in-law  of  Mrs-  Preston,—  and 
Jirjant,  I>ongfellow,  Holmes  and  Lowell,  Oue  does  not  wonder  that 
amid  such  surroundings,  she  wrote 


ULTIMA   THULE. 


"  Wrap  the  broad  canvas  close  ;  furl  the  last  sail ; 
Let  go  the  anchor ;  for  the  utmost  shore 
Is  reached  at  length,  from  which,  ah !  nevermore 

Shall  the  brave  banjue  ride  forth  to  meet  the  gale, 

Or  skim  the  calm  with  pho.sphorescent  trail, 
Or  guide  lone  mariners  amid  the  roar 
Of  hurricanes,  or  send,  far  echoing  o'er 

Some  shipwrecked  craft,  the  music  of  his  '  Hail.' 


And  lie  lias  laid  aside  his  travel  gear  ; 

And  fortii  to  meet  him  come  tlic;  mystic  band, 
Whom  he  has  dreamed  of,  worsiiipped,  loved  so  long- 
The  veiled  Immortals,  wiio  with  lofty  cheer 

Of  exultation,  take  him  by  the  hand, 
And  lead  liim  to  the  inner  shrine  of  Song!" 

Mrs.  Preston  Is  of  Scottish  descent,  being  the  great  grand-daughter  of 
the  "  Laird  of  Newton."  Her  grand-parents  were  marrie<l  in  Ediubturg, 
coming  so<m  after  to  Philadelphia.  Her  father,  the  late  Rev.  George 
Junkin,  D.  D.,  a  Presbyterian  minister,  was  a  man  so  well  known  as  an 
eminent  educator,  as  to  be  indentified  with  the  cause  of  education 
throughout  the  country.  He  held  the  presidency  of  Lafayette,  Kaston, 
Pennsylvania,  and  "  Ever  since  the  close  of  the  war,  Mrs.  Preston  has, 
with  tlic  aid  of  other  Southern  writers,  labored  for  the  up  building  of 
Southern  litera'.ure,"  so  one  who  loves  her  has  said;  and  she  has  been, 
"  a  most  extensive  reviewer,  and  for  years  together  has  helped  to  edit 
gratuitously  and  anonymously  the  literary  columns  of  more  than  half- 
a-dozen  newspapers  and  magazines,"  besides  being  a  friend  to  many 
young  writers  of  the  South  who  seek  her  kindly  criticism.  Her  incessant 
litersury  labors  have  caused  a  serious  affection  of  the  eyes,  and  for  sev- 
eral years  she  has  had  to  resign  herself  to  a  darkened  room.  Many 
poems  wait  her  restoration  to  be  gathered  into  new  volumes.  From 
this  'darkened  room"  there  came  to  us  one  day  a  letter,  written  on  the 
■oft  i>aper  the  blind  use,  whose  message  touched  our  heart  with  a  mean- 
ing too  deep  for  wofds.  And  a  picture  " /or  yuururl/  only"  reflected 
not  only  the  beautiful  strength  of  soul  that  first  won  her  to  oiur  thought, 
but  the  sweet  faith  that  whispers : 

"To  do  God's  will— that's  all 
That  need  concern  us  ;  not  to  carp  or  ask 
The  meaning  of  it ;  but  to  j)ly  our  task 

Whatever  may  befall ; 
Accepting  good  or  ill  as  He  shall  send, 

And  wait  until  the  end." 

ESTHER  T.   BOUSH, 

In  "The  Woman's  Magazine." 
1883. 


SAVE   THE   OTHER    MAN. 

1  The  storm  had  spent  its  rage  :  the  sea 

Still  moaned  with  sullen  roar, 
And  flung  its  surges  wrathfully 
Against  the  shelving  shore  ; 

And  wide  and  far, 

With  plank  and  spar 
The  beach  was  splintered  o'er. 

2  A  league  from  land  a  wreck  was  seen, 

Above  whose  wave-washed  hull, 
Fast-wedged  the  jutting  rooks  between, 
Circled  a  snow-white  gull, 

Whose  shrieking  cry 

Rose  clear  and  high 
Above  the  tempest's  lull. 

8  "  Hoy  ! — To  the  rescue  ! — Launch  the  boat ! 
I  see  a  drifting  speck  : 
Some  struggler  may  be  still  afloat, — 
Some  sailor  on  the  deck  : 

Quick  !  ply  the  oar, — 
Put  from  the  shore. 
And  board  the  foundered  wreck !  " 


MISCELLANEOUS.    CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAH'S,  EASIER,  At. 


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4  Rij^ht  tlironjjh  the  cliurning  pliinjjo  of  «pray, 

Whirled  like  an  ocean  .>li(ll, 
Tlio  liiinly  lift'-b«)at  warptd  lU  way, 
As  billows  rose  and  I'l-ii  ; 

And  boldly  cast 

lu  giapni'l  fast 
Abovo  tlie  reefy  swell. 

5  Around  tho  bows  tho  breakers  sobbed 

Willi  low,  deliaut  moan  ; 
When  insuint,  every  bosom  throbbed, 
Held  by  ont;  sound  alone  ; 

Somewiiere — somewhere^ 

UjK)n  the  air 
There  tlirilled  a  hutuaii  groau. 

6  One  moment — and  they  clomb  the  wreck, 

And  there,  a  jrliaatly  form 
Lay  huddled  on  the  heaving  deck, 
With  living  breath  still  warm, — 

Too  dead  to  hear 

The  shout  of  cheer . 
That  mocked  tlie  dyitig  storm. 

7  But  as  tliey  lowered  liim  from  the  ship 

With  kindly  care  as  can 
Betit  rough  hands,  across  his  lip 
A  whispered  ri[)|)le  ran  : 

They  stooped  and  heard 

The  slow-ilrawn  word 
Breathed, — '*  Save — the — other — man  !" 

8  Oh  !  ye  who  once  on  gulfing  waves 

Of  sin  were  tempest-tossM, — 
Ye  who  are  safe  through  llim  who  saves 
At  such  transcendent  cost,— ■ 

Will  ye  who  yet 

Can  rescue,  let 
The  other  mau  be  lost  ? 

MABOAKKT  J.  r»MIO>. 


^abj  61nabftb  d'archi. 


Thli  bwljr  U  nippoMxt  \o  bkra  beao  Uta  wife  of  Sir  tlenrr  Cv«w,  and 
■he  ta  the  wrttrr  of  an  aluxvt  fonnttsn  timgnljr,  "Muian,  the  CJun-n  uf 
Jewry."  1611  Tlioufh  the  traceiljr  U  forgottco.  the  chonjj,  "  Rrrenia 
of  Injurie*."  lu  Act  tb«  Fnurtb.  It  ha*  Iwen  rcinarke>l  by  a  writer.  ooD- 
tatait  wnliiuenU  i.f  ChriKtliui  iluty  which  nighl  nerer  to  be  fnr(ottcn. 
She  law  aluo  written  cnndilerahle  raunlc  of  a  high  nnler.  The  nUlu(  of 
tnuaic  \o  ' '  The  Briit|«  *  ii  prououiiCL'tl  the  beat  melody  y«(  ■iranced  to 
Vbuut  tooehiiic  wutda. 


2  If  WO  a  worthy  onomy  do  f5n«l. 

To  yield  1(1  worth,  it  imisi  Ih*  nobly  done; 
But  if  of  baser  nietnl  tn.-  his  mind, 

In  base  reveiigi-  there  is  in>  liunor  won. 
\\  ill!  Would  u  worthy  eourage  overthrow. 
And  who  would  wrestle  with  a  worlhlcas  foe? 

8  Wo  say  our  fieart.s  are  great  and  cnniiot  yield  ; 
Because  they  aiiinot  \ield  it  proves  them  jKKir. 
Great  hearts  are  task'd. beyond  their  |K)wer,  but  bcld 

The  weakest  lion  w  ill  the  loudest  roar. 
Truth's  school  for  certain  doth  this  same  allow, 
Iligh-heartediiess  doth  sometimes  lea<  h  to  bow. 

4  A  noble  heart  doth  teach  a  virtuous  scom. 

To  scorn  to  owe  a  duty  over-long. 
To  scorn  to  be  for  benefits  forl)orne. 

To  scorn  to  lie,  to  scorn  to  do  a  wrong ; 
To  scorn  to  bear  an  injury  in  mind, 
To  scorn  a  free-born  heart  slave-like  to  bind. 

5  But  if  for  wrong.s  we  needs  revenge  must  have. 

Then  be  our  veiigeiiee  of  the  noblest  kind  ; 
Do  we  his  botly  from  our  fury  ^:lve, 

And  let  our  hate  prevail  against  our  mind: 
What  can  'gainst  him  a  greater  vengeance  bo 
Thau  make  his  foe  more  w  ortliy  far  than  he  ? 

LADV  CABKW. 


PRAYER   OF    MARY  STUART, 
QUEEN   OF   SCOTS. 


The  author  of  the  followtng  beaoUful  prayer,  wmtc  It  Id  the  orlcfnal 
I«tin,  aa  (Itcd  below,  Jiut  a  thort  time  tiefore  iter  ezecntiou.  It  waa 
fouDd  In  bet  book  of  derotinns  amonc  the  Tory  laat  line*  priiDed.  Ai 
all  know,  ahe  waa  hehea4l<«l  Feb.  8,  1SS7,  at  tha  oaminand  of  hrr  cousin. 
Queen  Klliaheth,  at  Fothingary.  Tliia  Quara  faucd  hrr  |iowar,  and 
waa  Induced  tn  bellere  that  ahe  waa  guilty  of  enoplidty  In  a  plot  ag^lnrt 
her  life.  Mary  waa  rery  beautiful.  aocompUahed.  ami  darolad  to  har 
rallgloD,  and  few.  If  any,  beliare  that  aba  marilad  dnalh 


"  O  Domine  D<'us  I  sporavi  in  te  ; 
O  care  mi  .Tesu  I  nunc  lilK-ni  me 
In  dura  catena,  in  mLsera  poena, 

1  )esidero  te  ; 
I^anguendo,  gemendo,  ct  gennflectendo, 
Adoro,  imploro,  ut  libireo  me." 


FORGIVENESS. 

The  fairest  action  in  our  human  life 
Is  scorning  to  revenge  an  injury  ; 

For  who  forgives  without  a  further  strife 
His  adversary's  heart  to  him  doth  tie 

And  'tis  a  firmer  conquest,  truly  said. 

To  win  the  heart,  than  overthrow  the  head. 


TKAXSLATIOS. 

0  blaster  and  Maker !  my  hope  is  in  Thee ; 
]^Iy  Jesii*.  dear  Savionr  I  now  get  my  soul  free 
From  this  my  hard  prison,  my  spirit  uprisen 

Soars  upward  to  Thee. 
Thus  moaning,  and  groaning,  and  bending  the  knee, 

1  adore  and  implore  that  Thou  lib»-rate  me. 

MABT  aTOAST,  IHT. 


818 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


Wm  ^tttts, 


8Utcr  of  Hon.  H&mpdcn  CutU,  and  great  grand-daashtor  of  Bct. 
Edward  liolyokc,  one  of  the  early  PrctiideiiU  of  Hanrard  College,  Cam- 
bridge, wax  born  In  PurUinouth,  N.  U.,  A)iril  4.  1801.  Tlic  Uwt  two  years 
of  lier  lift*  were  apent  with  her  bcloTcd  niect'  Anna  Holyoke  Howard  of 
Brooklyn,  N.  Y..  where  alio  died  Hay  20,  1832.  It  luulieeu  truly  said  of 
her  "  a  sunnier  or  blighter  nature  nerer  existed  "  She  was  a  woman  of 
rare  talent  and  culture,  yet  so  retiring  and  gentle  that  she  was  best 
known  and  Iwlovctl  by  her  own  social  circle,  and  most  reverenced  by  those 
who  knew  her  best.  She  was  author  of  two  Toluines  of  poems,  the  tirst 
published  by  Crosby  k  Nichols  of  Boston  in  18'>2,  and  as  she  retained 
her  mind  and  intellectual  vigor  to  the  last  of  her  long,  useful  life  and 
also  retained  her  fondness  for  writing,  she  left  mauy  beautiful  poems  and 
other  M3S.,  never  offered  for  publication. 

Wm.  CuUen  Bryant,  Park  Benjamin,  and  the  press  generally,  spoke 
highly  of  heriKKms.  Her  last  volume  "  Goondalla,  a  Romance  in  Verse," 
was  published  by  Sheldon  &  Co.,  New  York,  Gould  &  Lincoln,  Boston,  in 

isce. 

It  would  take  up  too  much  s)«cc  to  quote  all  the  favorable  notices 
that  thcie  volumes  clicit<-d  from  the  leading  newspapers  of  the  day. 
Among  other  things  it  was  said  of  her  poems  ;  "'  They  show  how  a  Christian 
spirit  may  come  like  sunlight  ii:to  all  the  relations  and  experiences  of  our 
daily  lot,"  and  this  aim  may  truly  )>e  stud  of  her  life. 

Among  her  sacred  iM)ems  arc  "Joseph  and  his  Brethren."  "Jephthah's 
TOW,"  "  Solomon's  Prayer,"  "  Blind  Bartimeus"  and  "  The  Kaising  of 
Lazarus."    Several  of  her  best  poems  are  written  in  blank  verse. 


5  Jehovah  !  may  Thy  spirit  fill 

Tills  Ijouse  we  dedicate  to  Thee  ; 
Subdue  us  ever  to  Tiiy  will, 

And  in  Thine  holy  temple  be. 
Surely  should  we  Thy  chosen  race, 

To  Thee  our  adoration  give  : 
Hear  us  in  heaven  Thy  dwelling-place; 

And  wheu  Thou  hearest,  Oh  !  forgive. 


MAUX  CDTT8. 


gliss  lulia  i.  ^mt 


Is  the  daughter  nf  Prof.  G.  Thayer.  D  D. ,  principal  of  Chicago  Female 
College.  Morpin  Park.  Miss  Thayer  i»  associa'ed  with  her  father  in 
teaching,  and  has  been,  the  greater  part  of  her  life,  a  resident  of  Illinois. 
She  does  much  literary  work,  being  a  regular  contributor  tri  many  of 
the  best  papers  and  magiizines.  mainly  in  the  line  of  poetry,  which  Is 
always  of  a  purely  Christian  t>-pe.  ^mt  occasionally  penning  nkctches  and 
stories.  Poetry,  however,  is  her  natural  bent,  and  her  productions  ever 
find  a  ready  response  in  the  hearts  of  her  mauy  readers. 


SOLOMON'S    PRAYER 

FOB  DEDICATION   OF  TEMPEHANCE  TABERNACLES,    ETC. 

I  KINGS— viil. 

1  Lord  God  of  Israel  I  hear  our  prayer  : 

There  is  no  God  in  heaven  above, 
Or  earth,  that  can  with  Tliee  compare. 

Thou  God  of  mercy,  God  of  love  ! 
Our  fatlier's  God  I  Oh  !   hear  us  now  ; 

Look  down  from  heaven,  and  bid  us  live, 
Hear  tlie  petition,  hear  the  vow  ; 

And,  when  thou  hearest.  Oh  !  forgive. 

2  Our  Father !  from  Thy  throne  on  high 

Behold  in  love  Thy  people  here  ; 
Regard  the  contrite,  humble  cry  ; 

The  joy,  the  gratitude,  the  tear. 
This  temple,  holy  may  it  be  ; 

Our  offerings  ever  here  receive ; 
And,  when  our  prayers  ascend  to  Thee, 

Our  sins,  our  sins,  great  God !  forgive. 

3  Oil !  keep  us  Lord  1  from  every  ill, 

From  pestilence,  and  famine  drear : 
Should  aught  appal,  we  would  be  still, 

And  feel  and  know  that  Thou  art  here. 
And  when  we  sin.  Thou  God  of  grace  ! 

And  pray,  implore  Thee,  mercy  have  ; 
Hear  Thou  in  heaven.  Thy  dwelling-place, 

And,  when  Thou  hearest.  Oh !  forgive. 

4  Have  pitv,  Lonl  !  on  all  oppressed 

With  pain,  anxiety,  or  grief; 
Oh  I  ever  comfort  the  distressed. 

And  to  the  captive  grant  relief. 
Beneath  Thy  kind,  protecting  wing 

Mav  we  forever,  ever  live; 
Hear  Tiiou  the  olleriiigs  n(»w  we  bring, 

And,  wheu  Thou  hearest.  Lord  I  forgive. 


THE    MOUNTAIN    APART. 

"Jesus  taketh  Peter,  James  aad  John  his  brother  and  bringetb  them 
up  into  an  high  mountaiu  apart,  and  was  transfigured  before  them." 
Hatt.  xxxiv :  1, 2. 

1  Strangely  blest  were  those  disciples, 

Peter,  James  and  John. — the  three 
Chosen  for  the  brightest  vision 
Of  the  Lord's  divinit}'. 

2  Oh  !  the  eyes  that  saw  such  glory 

On  that  sacred  mount  apart ! 
Oh  !  the  high  distinction  granted  ! 
Oh  I  the  ecstasy  of  heart. 

il  Yet,  I  sometimes  think,  more  favored 
Are  His  chosen  ones  to-day 
That  they  see  His  glory  clearer. 
In  a  better,  higher  way. 

4  On  the  height  of  exaltation, 

Where  no  mortal  foot  hath  trod  ; 
Oft  the  soul's  transfigured  being 
Keeps  a  holy  tryst  with  God. 

5  There,  reflecting  borrowed  splendor. 

White  as  light  our  faces  gleam. 
While  below  earth's  jangled  voices 
Blend  like  music  in  a  dream. 

6  Veiled  in  cloud,  our  feeble  vision 

Bears  the  shining  of  the  sun  : 
Lulled  in  calm  there  falls  a  quiet. 
Like  the  pause  when  life  is  done. 

7  On  and  on,  the  wide  horizon 

Stretches  with  a  sweep  .sublime. 
With  a  range  of  lio|>e  unbroken 
By  the  narrowing  hills  of  time. 


MISCELLANEOUS     CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEARS,  EASTER,  At. 


819 


8  Oh !  what  light  streiinis  through  the  portal 

Of  tlio  uppiT  city  t:kir  ! 
IIovv  (iistiiiclly  heaviiily  tidings 
Flout  adovvii  tht!  golilon  air  ! 

9  Blfssotl  nioiiiit  of  Ood's  providing, 

WluTC  tiie  sold  nuiy  ru.st  apart, 
Far.  so  far  away,  eartli's  voices 
Wake  no  eclio  in  the  heart. 

JULIA    H.  THATER. 
HuTinui  Park  OoUuge,  nev  Cbloaco,  III.,  18M. 


THE   RIFT. 

1  Nature  has  wept  t()-<lay,  her  pent-up  grief 

In  tears  still  trtMubles  on  the  lily  i>ell  ; 
llemorseless  raindrops  Heck  its  bending  leaf, 
And  crystalize  its  yellow  coronal. 

2  And  from  the  pansy  'iieath  tlie  almond  tree 

The  pur|)le  velvet  bloom  is  dashed  away; 
Tlu)  skies  are  low'riiii;  down  so  heavily. 
Nature  is  sadiler  than  a  sigh  tonlay. 

3  Something  has   Imrt  your   heart   and   made   you 

grieve. 
The  day  has  been  too  dark  without  the  sun  ; 
Something  has  proved  too  hard  ;  but  Oh  !  believe 
Others  have  sull\aed  just  as  you  have  done. 

4  Some  oue  has  8ohbc«l  to-<lay,  as  you  do  now  ; 

Those  dry,  unending  sobs  of  tearless  pain. 
And  felt  the  fever-heated  pulsing  brow. 

That  was  not  cooled  by  heaven's  falling  rain. 

5  Some  one  has  asketl  to-«lay,  and  been  denied, 

And  in  response  sent  u[)  the  shiv'ring  cry 
That  marks  some  human  wish  ungratified  ; 

The  reeds  on  which  they  leaned  all  broken  lie. 

G  And  some  have  carved  to-<lay  a  higher  sphere. 
And  know  the  tortures  of  a  pinioned  will  ; 
Have  felt  their  efforts  baffled,  ami  the  clear. 

Hard  voice  of  Fate,  ring  out  .against  them  still. 

7  Some  one  has  lost  to-day  the  gilded  prize 

That  years  endeared  unto  And)ition'9  soul; 
To-night  he  bears  ihe  hardest  agonies 
Of  failure  in  the  race  to  win  the  goal. 

8  Some  one  has  harder  tasks  to  bear  and  do. 

Has  wilder  trials  than  yours,  which  he  contends; 
Some  one  is  farther  off  from  Heaven  than  you. 
Knows  less  of  kindness  and  has  fewer  friends. 

9  .Some  one  has  wept  to-day  disconsolate. 

In  unison  with  earth  has  nursed  liis  |)ain, 
Antl  felt  the  world  as  harsh  and  desolate 

As  the  dark,  mournful  skies,  and  drip[)ing  rain. 

10  Some  one  is  sad  to-night, — uncomforted. 

The  heart  with  all  its  little  woes  tiepressed  ; 
A  word,  perhaps,  she  fain  had  left  unsaid. 
Is  burning  still  within  that  patient  breast. 


1 1  .Some  one  is  tire<l  to-tnght,  too  tired  to  s|M'ak 

Of  all  the  liard-<hips  of  tlie  dark  hours  past  , 
I'our    heart   ami    han«l    iia\u    grown   »o  blow    and 

weak 
In  struggling  for  the  well-won  rest  at  loiiL 

12  And  you  are  tired  Icvnight,  too  tired  to  know 

The  clouds  have  cliistentl  in  a  crimson  diift ; 
Too  tire«l  to  see  aloft  (uxl's  signet  Imw, 
And  o'er  Wn  |>rison  arch — an  azure  rift. 

MAKOAiirr  aos. 
Id  "G«iim  of  I^J•«rr,-  UM. 

DEAD   FLOWERS. 

1  We  ask,  ami  we  are  answeretl  not. 
Ami  so  we  say  (j(m1  has  forgot. 
Or  else  there  is  no  (iod. 

2  The  years 

Holl  back,  and  through  a  mist  of  tears 
I  see  a  cliild  turn  from  her  play. 
And  seek  with  eager  feet  tlur  way 
That  led  her  to  her  father's  knee. 
S   "If  (lod  is  g(MMl  and  kind,"  said  she, 
"^\'lly  did  He  let  my  roses  die?" 
A  moment's  pause,  a  smile,  a  sigh. 
And  then,  "l  do  not  know,  my  ilear; 
Some  questions  are  not  answered  here." 

4  *'I5ut  is  it  wrong  to  .isk  ?"     "Not  so. 

My  child.     That  we  should  seek  to  know 
Proves  right  to  know.  In-yond  a  doubt ; 
And  some  day  we  shall  find  out 
Why  roses  die." 

5  And  then  I  wait. 
Sure  of  my  answer  soon  or  late  ; 
Secure  that  love  doth  hold  for  me 
The  key  to  life's  great  mystery  ; 
And.  Oh  !  so  glad  to  leave  it  tliere  I 
Though  mv  dead  roses  were  so  fair. 


KLKAROR  KIkC.  MS. 


OUR    WAYS. 


1  We  wearily  toil  up  the  hillsides, 

Forgetting  the  sweet  vales  of  rest ; 
We  plunge  into  dense,  tangled  forest.s. 
When  the  i>lain,  narrow  way  is  the  best. 

2  W'e  J1JUSS  half  the  lU-w-laden  roses 

That  bloom  by  our  path  every  day; 
We  see  not  the  b«'auly  In-side  us 

With  eyes  on  the  fields  far  aw.ay. 
8  We  venture  through  deep,  foaming  wat«»n«. 

When  lo  I  then-'s  a  bridge  plain  in  sight ; 
We  stumble  and  gro|>e  in  the  darkness. 

When  (iotl  bids  us  walk  in  the  light. 
4  We  fixdislily  turn  from  the  sunlight 

To  watch  the  long  shadows  we  cns\  ; 
Wc  Hy  from  them,  still  gafing  h.trkwartl. 

Then  weep  that  they  follow  so  fasL 


820 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO 


5  Our  ways  aro  not  Thine,  O  our  Father! 

Thi-y  lead  to  wild  drptlis  of  unrest; 
They  lead  us  far  out  of  our  journey 
They  had  us  to  raptures  unblest. 

6  Have  mercy,  compassionate  Saviour, 

And  open  our  sin-blinded  ej'es, 

And  show  us  how  full  of  Thy  glory 

Are  even  the  grayest  of  skies. 

JITLIA  H.  TBATEB. 
In  "The  Chicago  Tribune,"  1884. 


Sirs.  'SiWt  Mm  ^fltoW' 


Down  among  the  prairie  flowen  in  Racine  Co  ,  Winconnin,  we  find  a 
little  Kirl  rociug  through  the  loug  grass  under  the  burr -oaks,  her  hair  as 
white  as  the  moth-millers  that  she  chases,  and  her  eyes  as  blue  as  the 
Indigo-flowers  slie  presses  to  dye  her  primer  iritb.  Then  we  find  a 
ooTered  wagon  making  its  way  over  a  snowy  waste  of  wide  prairie, 
disappearing  at  last  orer  a  low  hill,  while  back  through  the  gloam- 
ing, two  dgures  are  Just  discernible,  who  strive  with  strained  inten- 
sity to  keep  the  vehiclo  in  riew,  but  lose  it  as  it  dips  down  into  the 
hollow.  The  pretty  home  that  has  been  reared  so  lovingly  and  under 
such  difflciiltics.  for  the  delicate  Mis.  E.  S.  Kellogg,  mother  of  the  sub- 
ject of  this  sketch,  and  whose  iKiems  appear  elsewhere,  has  been  swept 
by  the  hot  breath  of  fiame,  und  only  the  ashes  of  dead  hope  mark  the 
place.  The  family  are  on  their  way  to  the  new  home  being  prepared  for 
Ibem  by  the  sturdy  father,  at  Jancsville,  Wis.  The  two  plodding  in  the 
Bnow,-our  little  white-haired  girl  and  an  elder  sister-  having  been  dropped 
by  the  others  to  get  "  warmed  up  by  running,"  have  unwittingly  been 
left  too  far  by  the  easier-propelled  wagon,  and  night  settles  down  over 
the  white  landscape.  But  the  elder  girl  knows  well  she  must  tiu-n  a 
deaf  ear  to  the  cries  of  the  little  one  she  is  dragging  almost  by  force,  who 
begs  "  to  lie  down  for  just  a  little  sleep."  At  last,  the  driver,  realizing 
he  is  going  too  fast,  looks  back,  in  fright,  at  the  snowy-waste  reaching 
unbrokenly  behind  him,  and  turns.  The  imperilled  ones  are  rescued. 
Wert  we  have  an  ardent.  Impulsive,  warm-  hearted,  strong-willed  girl, 
■trapping  up  her  books  with  quivering  lip,  and  an  eye  that  tries  to  tell 
no  tale,  while  her  heart  smarts  under  the  ruling  of  a  destiny  that  seems 
hard,  as  a  call  bids  her  leave  the  field  she  was  so  revelling  in,  and  seek  a 
sickroom  where  a  mother  lies  in  need.  She  is  but  a  young  Christian, 
and  has  not  yet  learned  the  hidings  of  all  the  fountains  of  strength 
along  the  wayside.  Looking  into  the  home  on  the  banks  of  the  clear- 
running  Bock  River,  we  find  it  for  the  next  few  years  bearing  the 
Impress  of  young  fingers,  that  are  threading  here  and  there  where  other 
hands.  Just  as  young  and  faithful,  have  threaded  in  advance,  till  four  of 
the  sister-band  have  served  then-  turn,  and  that  of  the  present  one  been 
reached.  The  years  find  her  calmer  now,  and  stronger.  Only  occa- 
sionally does  the  rebellious  fire  of  smothered  longing  flash  forth.  Frying 
the  golden  perch  the  young  brother  captures  from  the  stream:  tying  the 
roses  her  father  grows  uiwn  the  hillside;  conning  the  songs  the  mother 
weaves  in  the  sick-room;  now  helping  within  the  church;  now  in  the  Sun- 
day school;  now  in  the  supper-room  at  home;  and  now  and  then  dipping 
a  pen,  —  thus  the  early  years  of  the  one  whose  name  appears  at  the  head 
of  thisskctch  glide  away,  and  upon  thebackgroundapatientlovertakes 
htsstand,  biding  his  time.  Later,  in  the  home  of  Prof.  T.  Martin  Towne, 
of  Chicago,  the  musical  composer,  whose  songs  have  been  sung  by  so 
many  of  us,  and  to  whose  kind  courtesy  the  compiler  of  "  Woman  in 
Sacred  Song"  is  deeply  indebted,  we  find  a  young  bride.  And  now  the 
old  fire  Is  held  less  in  check,  and  given  freer  rein.  Speaking  of  this 
union  and  of  the  life-work  assumed  shortly  after,  Mrs.  Towne  has  said : 
"Whatever  words  of  hope  I  have  uttered,  that  have  given  help;  what- 
ever sougs  of  mine  have  been  deemed  worthy  of  being  sung;  whatever 
hearts  through  me  have  l>ecn  lightened  —  and  there  are  some  who  so 
claim— It  is  due  alone  to  the  Impetus  given  by  the  indulgent  acclamation 
of  my  first  audience-my  huslwnd.  He  it  was  who  brou  .-ht  the  strong 
sun-glass  uf  appr  ctation  to  bear  upon  a  spark  transmitted  from  thn 
mother  who.«  w.irth  he  learned  to  know  so  well,  and  h'  Id  it  there  uudo- 
Tlatlngly.  until  there  was  awakened  a  will  to  dare.  Then,  with  tender 
and  steaily  assurance  he  encouraged  the  first  flights,  until  the  strength 
for  lunger  ones  was  develop  d  "  Though  Mrs  Towne,  In  response  to 
her  husband's  urgent  appeal,  began  first  the  weaving  of  songs,  she  does 


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not  now  look  upon  this  as  her  main  field  of  aetfon.    She  likes  better  the 

working  among  plain,  rugged  i)rose,  where  she  can  hew  her  diameters  at 
will,  and  place  them  more  easily  against  a  solid  back-ground  of  truth. 
But  when  she  makes  lue  of  verse  as  a  means  of  expression,  she  uses  it 
for  a  purpose,  tells  a  talc,  and  gives  a  plain  burthen  to  the  song  she  sings. 
Never  does  she  string  words  simply  to  hear  the  tinkling  music. 

Her  sweet  and  touching  hymns  are  familiar  to  numerous  Christian 
home-circles  and  Sabbath  schools.  She  is  especially  happy  in  sketches 
and  stories  for  Gospel  temperance  meetings  and  entertainments,  while 
some  of  the  best  songs  hi  use  in  W.  C.  T.  U.  meetings  and  Bands  of 
Hope,  were  written  by  her.  Her  "Grand  Old  Daniel"  is  universally 
admired;  "The  Pendulum  of  Time,"  unique  and  striking.  The  latter 
will  bo  found  in  the  Temperance  Department  of  this  volume.  The 
"Autumn  Festival  Entertainment"  prepared  by  her,  is  pronounced  the 
best  programme  yet  gotten  out  for  these  festivals  which  are  becoming  so 
universal.  Following  this  sketch  are  two  of  her  hymns  which  are  so 
popular  in  Sabbath  Schools-  Speaking  of  a  book  of  hcr's,  published  by 
D.  Lothrop  &  Co.,  Prof  A.  A.  Hopkins,  than  whom  perhaps  there  is  no 
more  elegant  and  true  critic  of  the  present  day,  says :  —  You  must  look 
far  outside  of  Dickens'  pages  to  find  any  two  children  so  strongly  drawn 
as  are  Mrs.  Towne's  Dan  and  Deb.  They  constitute,  indeed,  two  of  the 
finest  studies  in  their  way  which  we  recaU.  How  little  Dan  heroically 
makes  endeavor  to  help  Dorm  out  uf  difficulties,  to  enter  Into  his  sturdy 
brother's  being,  and  be  brave  because  the  other  must,  is  one  of  the  most 
pathetic  stories  in  all  the  fiction  of  youth.  It  seems  as  real  as  any  bit  of 
struggling  in  the  whole  wide  realistic  West ;  and  we  can  well  imagine 
ttiat  when  Mrs.  Towne  took  final  leave  of  Dan  she  went  away,  as  did 
Dickens  after  the  death  of  little  Paul,  and  wept. 

Six  years  ago,  at  the  request  of  one  of  the  leading  publishers  of  Chi- 
cago, Mrs  Towne  assumed  editorial  relations,  and  from  that  time  on, 
at  her  own  home-desk,  two-thirds  of  each  day  have  been  spent  upon 
the  detail  incident  to  the  work  intrusted  to  her  keeping.  Yet,  for  all 
this,  she  has,  during  that  time,  thrown  from  her  pen  an  amount  of  diver* 
sified  writlngy  such  a.s  would  doubtless  appall  a  weaker  soul.  But  never 
does  she  put  i>en  to  paper  lightly.  That  which  she  takes  In  hand  to  ac- 
comiilish,  she  does  to  the  utter  exclusion  of  things  waiting,  giving  it  the 
henefit  of  concentrated  attention.  The  moment  It  is  done,  she  gives  it 
no  further  thought,  seldom  retaining  what  she  has  written  long  after 
its  transmission  to  paper.  Often  does  she  find  herself  '  'clipping"  for  the 
papers  in  her  hands,  the  waifs  that  are  her  own,  recognizing  them  only 
when  another  calls  attention  to  them,  Though  using  a  day  to  its  full 
length,  she  liaudles  time  conscientiously,  and  seldom  trespa.sses  npon  her 
Jiours  for  sleep,  whichshe  calls  the  "future's  wealth."  Dr.  Simeon  Gilbert, 
of  the  "Congregationalist,"  speaking  of  Mrs.  Towne  as  a  WTiter,  says: 
She  does  exactly  what  she  undertakes  to  do,  and  she  has  in  her  to  do  yet 
more  excellent  work. 


THOU    ART    MY    HELPER 

"The  Lord  is  my  Helper."— Heb.  xiii :  6, 

1  IVIingling  all  day  with  the  busy  throng 
IJonie  by  the  crowd  in  its  haste  along, 
Trampled  and  bruis'd  bf  the  heedless  feet. 
Weary  and  faint  with  the  dust  and  heat, 
Where,  midst  the  strife  and  this  worldly  care, 
Where  was  the  time  for  a  silent  prayer  ? 

Chorus — Still,  O  my  Father, 

Thou  kiiowest  I'm  Thine, 
Thou  art  my  helper. 
Thy  promises  mine. 

2  Stumbling  so  oft,  and  with  weary  pain. 
Struggling  to  rise,  but  to  fall  again  ; 
Making  resolves  with  the  morning  light, 
Finding  tliem  naught  with  the  shades  of  night; 
Cumber'd  with  care  for  the  days  to  come, 
Where  have  I  built  for  the  heav'uly  home  ? 


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3  Feeling  so  strong  for  the  coming  need, 
I'roviiig  at  last  but  a  broken  reed  ; 
Loni,'iiig  at  times  for  i\  wider  sphere, 
Closing  mine  eye  on  some  mission   near; 
"Where  is  tin;  life  I  iiatl  hoped  to  lead, 
Sowing  for  Thee  of  the  iieav'nly  seed  ? 

4  Thou  art  my  rock  as  the  waves  run  high, 
Refuge  and  strength  as  tiie  storms  draw  nigh  ; 
What  tlio'  the  flood  with  its  angry  beat, 
UdIIs  it-<  dark  waves  at  my  very  feet; 

Wiiat  tlio'  the  cloutls  hide  Thy  face  from  sight, 
Turning  tiie  day  into  darkest  night? 

MIUI.   BKLLE  KELLOOn  TOWNS. 

Ch:enen.  Ill  .  1884. 

Set  to  muiic  by  J.  M  Stillman.  lu  "  CohI  Will." 

By  per.  T.  U.  Towne. 

GIVE   THEM    NOW. 

1  If  vou  have  gentle  words  and  looks,  my  friends, 

To  spare  for  me — if  you  have  tears  to  slied 
That  I  have  sullercd — keep  them  not,  I  pray, 
Until  I  hear  not,  see  not,  being  dead. 

2  If  you  have  flowers  to  give — fair  lily  buds. 

White  roses,  daisies,  (meadow-stars  tliat  be 
Mine  own  dt^ar  namesakes)  let  them  smile  and  make 
The  air,  while  yet  1  breathe  it,  sweet  for  me. 


3  For  loving  looks,  though  fraught  with  tendi-rneHs, 

And  kindly  teurH,  though  they  fall  (hick  and  fat>t, 
And  words  of  praise,  ulas  !  can  nuu;!lit  avail 
To  lift  the  bhadows  from  a  life  that's  past. 

4  And  rarest  blossoms,  what  ran  they  kuITicc, 

OlTered  to  one  who  (;an  no  longer  gazo 

Upon  their  b<'auty  ?    Flowers  in  <'ofrnis  laid 

Impart  no  sweetness  to  dij)arted  <lay8. 

Miia.  uooAmtB. 

HE   CARETH    FOR    YOU. 

L.  U. 
Tune  -"Relml." 

1  Sweet  gleam  of  sunshine,  blessed  truth. 

Sweet  balm  to  hearts  that  throb  with  paiu, 
In  light  or  darkness,  age  or  youth, 
"  He  carcth  I  " — life  caunol  Ik;  valu. 

2  "  He  careth"— He.  the  King  of  all,— 

For  me,  the  least  of  earth,  lie  cares; 
He  proffers  sweet  who  drank  the  gall. 
He  gives  the  crown,  the  cross  He  bears. 

3  "  He  careth."     Not  an  hour  flies  on 

Hut  o'er  our  steps  His  «-are  we  see  ; 
And  when  the  race  of  life  is  done, 
Ho  careth  still  for  you  and  me. 

MIN'NIK   MOSaSS. 

BalUiuon,  MO.,  tua. 


LIFE'S    CHANGES. 

(COMPENSATIOX.) 


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MISCELLANEOUS.    CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER,  *t. 

PHILOSOPHY.  THE   ALPINE    FLOWER. 


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T  would  bo  human — toilinp  liko  the  rest 
With  tendtr,  Iiumkiii  htarl-beats  in  my  breast. 

I  do  not  know  ; 
I  think  lu!  conijuiTs  all  who  wins  content. 

Take  what  yon  may 
Of  proffered  j;<H)d  ;  accept  life  as  it  stands 
Anil  make  the  most  of  it-s  swift-flcetin;^  days. 
The  sweet,  {jlad  smih)  in  a  loved  one's  eyes, 
The  tender  eadence  of  householil  tones, 
Are  better  than  the  crowns  of  the  great  and  high  ; 
For  to  live  on  pride  is  to  feed  on  stones. 

In  counting  off  our  life 
By  harvest  moons,  the  checkered,  toilsome  years 
Show  in  their  record  more  of  peace  than  strife, 
More  joy  than  sorrow,  more  of  smiles  than  tears. 

MBS.  BLLKN  P.   /LLLEBTOX. 


THE   ENGINE. 

1  Into  the  gloom  of  the  deep,  dark  night, 

With  panting  breath  and  a  stiirtled  scream ; 
Swift  as  a  bird  in  sudden  flight, 

Darts  this  creature  of  steel  and  steam. 

2  Awful  dangers  are  lurking  nigh. 

Rocks  and  chasms  are  near  the  track. 
But  straight  by  the  light  of  its  great  white  eye 
It  siK-eds  thro*  the  shadows  dense  and  black. 

3  Terrible  thoughts  and  fierce  desires 

Trouble  its  mad  heart  many  an  hour, 
Where  burn  and  smoulder  the  hidden   fires, 
Coupled  ever  with  might  and  power. 

4  It  hates  as  a  wild  horse  hates  the  rein, 

The  narrow  track  by  vale  and  hill  ; 
And  shrieks  with  a  cry  of  startled  pain. 
And  longs  to  follow  its  own  wild  will. 

5  Oh  !  what  am  I  but  an  engine,  shod 

With  muscle  and  flesh  by  the  hand  of  God, 
Spee<ling  on  thro'  the  dense,  dark  night. 
Guided  alone  by  the  soul's  white  light. 

6  Often  and  often  my  mad  heart  tires, 

And  hates  its  way  with  a  bitter  hate, 
And  longs  to  follow  its  own  desire. 

And  leave  the  end  in  the  hands  of  fate. 

7  O  ponderous  engine  of  steel  and  steam ; 

()  luiman  entjine  of  flesh  and  bone, — 
Follow  the  white  light's  certain  beam,^ 
There  lie^  safety,  and  there  alone. 

8  The  narrow  track  of  fearless  truth, 

Lit  by  the  soul's  great  eye  of  light, 
O  passionate  heart  of  restless  youth. 
Alone  will  carry  you  thro'  the  night. 

Kii.A  wncn.1111. 
Is  "Intar-OoMD."  U80. 


1  Down,  down  o'er  the  rocky  ledge  the  chamois  hunter 

fell. 
Till    shelving    of    a    fissure    chanced    his    feet    to 

stay. 
Far,  far  alwve  him  rose   the  white-cappe<l  mounuin 

heights  ; 
A  precipice  Iwlow.     Al)ove,  the  mountain  grmt 
With  tlying   feet  mocked   his  desjiair.     TJie   eternal 

snow 
Gleaming     in     sunshine,     winged     no     prayer     to 

Heav<'n, 
On  airy  flight,  or  icy  spire,  but  shimmered  down 
Its  glory  to  the  depths  UIow — lighting  his  tomb. 

2  The  weary  day  was  folded  in  its  stem  repose. 

By   dreary   curtains   of    the    night.     The    burning 

eyes 
Of  myriad  stars  looked  down,  the  while  o'er  cloud- 
flecked  blue 
The     moon     trailed    silver    robes,    O    solitude,   so 

urand  ! 
Thy  sp«'ech   too  deep  for  human  words!     Silence, 

whose  hush 
Startles  to  fear  at  distant  roar  of  glacier's  sweep. 
There  vast,  profound,  as  o'er  creation's   morn   held 

sway  I 
With  laggard  steps    the   hours   speed  by     until  the 

dawn. 
And    looking    up    to    greet    the    light,   he   saw   a 

flower, 
A    little     blue-fringed    gentian,    growing      in    the 

rock. 
Borne   by  the   careless    wind   the   seed   had    fallen 

there 
In   crevice  bare ;    now    for    him   smiled   it«  lovelj 

bloom. 


3  ''  Promise  of  good  I  shall  God  " — thought  he, 
'*  Care  for  the  flower  and  not  for  me  ?  " 
And  lifting  up  his  voice,  there  rang 

O'er  cliff  and  mountain  glade: 
"God  is  our  refuge  and  our  strength. 
In  straits  a  present  aid." 

4  Higher  than  Alpine  crags  the  echoes  of  that  song 
Moved  on  and  on  imtil  they  reached  a  human  ear, — 
Or  dill  an  angel,  listening,  swiftly  l)ear  the  need 

To    Him   who  hears  our   lowliest   cry  of  faith  and 

trust  ? 
Ah  I  who  may  know  ? — but  answering  shouU  rolled 

down  and  down 
Until  the  hymn,  so  like  a  wailing  prayer  begun. 
Rose  like  a  mighty  chorus  to  the  sky  again. 


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5  IIow  cruel  seemed  thy    fate,  O  flower  of    Alpine 
vale. 
To  liml  a  barren  rock  whereon  to  rest! 
And   yet    thy    bluc-frinyed   petals    wept   glad  tears 
of  joy, 
Wiien,  folded  to  a  loving  mother's  breast. 
The   mission   of    thy  life   was   told,  that  saved  her 
boy ! 
And  like  a  precious  treasure,  to  this  da}', 
lu  sacred  Bible  lid,  thou'rt  hid  away  ! 

MRS.    ESTUER  T.   UOlTSn,  1883. 

sirs,  f  aurii  JlcbDnt  Staring, 

Who  writes  uudcr  the  nom  df  jihtine  Howard  Glyiidon.  has  been  to- 
tally di'ttf  siucc  her  eleventh  year,  a  rcsultof  bniiu  fever.  Sheatteuded 
a  sign  Bchoul  for  a  couple  of  years,  and,  about  nine  years  since  attended 
the  Articulation  School  at  Mystic,  Conn.,  where  she  regained  the  speech 
she  ha<l  gradually  lost.  She  was  born  in  1S40,  and  much  is  yet  expected 
from  this  talented  i>oct  who,  notwithstanding  her  sad  infirmity,  has  al- 
ready attained  a  high  position.  Her  "  Sweet  Bells  Jangled  out  of 
Tune,"  is  extensively  known  and  largely  quoted. 

THE   TWO   CROSSES. 

1  It  is  more  beautiful  than  you  can  know. 

Because  I  cannot  lend  you  my  own  eyes 
To  note  it  throui^h  ;  but  I  have  seen  it  grow 
Into  a  marvellously  glad  surprise, 

2  So  that  I  smile  in  looking  at  it.     See 

The  matted  vines  that  compass  it  about ! 
Their  clustering  flower,  in  groups  of  two  and  three, 
Dot  the  green  warp  with  color,  in  and  out. 

3  You  hardly  get  a  glimpse  of  that  gray  wood 

Which  is  the  motive  and  the  frame  of  all ; 
So  long  the  dead  cross  in  its  place  has  stood 
From  base  to  top  the  tendrils  climb  and  fall, 

4  And  hide  its  blight  and  baseness  from  our  eyes. 

This  cross  is  like  the  one  I  carry  here. 
Upon  my  breast.     Mine,  too,  has  fair  disguise, 
And  I  have  learned  to  hold  it  very  near. 

5  You  would  not  think  I  had  a  cross,  indeed  ? 

That  is  because  I  hide  it  on  my  heart — 
That  heart  which  at  the  first  it  made  to  bleed — 
And  train  my  life  to  overgrow  its  smart. 

6  Oh  !  I  will  tell  you.     When  at  first  it  came, 

I  would  not  take  it  from  the  Giver's  hand, 
I  fell  upon  my  face  and  called  His  name; 
His  still,  small  voice  I  did  not  understand. 

7  And  for  a  space  my  life  was  agony  ; 

My  cross  was  heavy,  hard  and  rough  and  bare 
It  was  a  thing  of  terror  unto  me  ; 

To  take  it  up  was  more  than  I  could  dare. 

8  But  Oh,  how  tender  God  is,  through  and  through! 

For  He  has  made  my  cross  so  fair  to  see — 
My  heart  knows  how  the  flowers  about  it  grew — 
That  I  accept  and  bear  it  reverently. 

9  And  so  I  keep  this  mimic  cross  of  mine. 

Vine-grown,  upon  this  sunny  window-seat. 
To  me  its  Ix'aiity  is  a  living  sign 

How  God  can  make  a  liard  tiling  light  and  sweet! 

UOWAIID  ULYNUuN.     (MBI>   SEARINuJ 


THE   GIFT   OF   SONG. 

RESPECTFULLY  INSCRIBED  TO  MRS.   J.    F.    KNAPP. 

How  blessed  is  the  precious  gift  of  song, 

When  it  is  consecrated  to  our  God, 

And  in  His  service  used ;  blessed  among 

His  ministers  are  they  who  in  life's  road 

Can  cheer  and  bless,  can  feed  and  comfort  those 

Whose  lives  are  shadowed,  joyless,  desolate, 

Bearing  them  up  on  wings  of  prayerful  song 

To  Him  "  who  can  be  touched."   Then  sing.  Oh  !  sing ! 

Nor  weary  grow.     By  Him  thou  art  inspired. 

Who  gives  thee  just  the  portion  of  each  soul. 

More  precious  does  the  gosj)el  of  God's  love 

Fall  on  the  ear  and  heart,  wlien  tuneful  lips. 

Touched  from  on  high  with  holy  fire,  tell  o'er 

The  sweet,  sweet  story.     Sing,  sweet  singer,  sing. 

Sing  to  the  Christian,  sing  thy  "  Marseillaise." 

When  he  would  falter,  and  would  fain  have  rest, 

He'll  rally  at  thy  call — fresh  courage  take, 

And  seize  again  the  colors  of  his  king, 

And  with  new  zeal  the  watchword  ring  aloud, 

"  Onward  and  upward!"  till  the  prize  is  won. 

Sing  to  the  trembling  sinner  who  looks  up 

With   new-born  faith — teach   him  thine  owu  sweet 

prayer, 
"  Plead,  Jesus,  plead,  dear  Jesus,  plead  for  me." 
Sing  thy  sweet  songs  of  comfort  in  the  ears 
Of  those  who  mourn  their  loved  ones  passed  away, 
Sing  of  the  crown,  and  palm,  and  victory  won. 
And  of  their  day  of  gloiy  just  begun. 
God  gives  thee  song  of  comfort — sing  !  Oh  !  sing  ! 
Sing  to  the  aged  pilgrim,  weary,  worn. 
Whose  feet  have  reached  the  vestibule  of  "  home." 
Let  thy  song  cheer  him  as  he  enters  through 
The  shining  portal  to  his  long-sought  rest. 
Yes,  keep  thy  voice  attuned  in  counsel  sweet, 
In  holy  pleading  and  in  joyful  praise. 
Doing  thy  Father's  will,  till  He  shall  call 
Thee  from  the  choir  of  earth  to  that  of  heaven, 
When,  may  a  band  of  angel  singers  wait 
Thy  safe  arrival  on  that  blessed  shore. 
And  bear  thee  home  in  triumph  to  thy  place 
Among  the  white-robed  throng,  who  sound  the  praise 
Of  Him,  the  King,  in  anthem  jieals  of  joy, 
There  to  take  up  the  song,  "  Worthy  the  Lamb." 

MKS.   W.    FAWCKTT. 

In  "The  Brooklyn  Times."  May,  1884. 

A    LOST   CHORD. 

1  Seated  one  day  at  the  organ, 

I  was  weary  and  ill  at  ease. 
And  my  fingers  wandered  idly 
Over  the  noisy  keys. 

2  I  do  not  know  what  I  was  playing. 

Or  what  I  was  dreaming  then  ; 
But  1  struck  one  chord  of  nmsic. 
Like  the  sound  of  a  great  Amen. 


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3  It  flooded  the  crimson  twilight 

Like  the  close  of  an  uiigil'is  j)Siilni, 
And  it  lay  on  my  fevered  .spirit 
With  a  touch  of  infinite  calm. 

4  It  quieted  pain  and  sorrow, 

Lik(!  love  overcoming  strife; 
It  seemed  the  harmonious  echo 
Frouj  our  discordant  life. 

5  It  linked  all  perplexed  meanings 

Into  one  perfect  peace, 
And  trembled  away  into  silence, 
As  if  it  were  loth  to  cease. 

6  I  have  sought,  but  I  seek  it  vainly, 

That  one  lost  chord  divine. 
Which  came  from  the  soul  of  the  organ, 
And  entered  into  mine. 
T  It  may  be  that  Death's  bright  angel 
Will  speak  in  that  clionl  again, — 
It  may  be  that  only  in    Heaven 
I  shall  hear  that  grand  Amen. 

AJ>ELAIDK  ANNE   PKOOTEa. 

Bet  to  muiic  t>j  HolllTin. 


sirs.  SI.  %  S^nne. 


<t  Delmlt,  Mich,  U  tlie  author  and  editor  of  the  well  and  farorablT 
.  jwu  Tuluine  "  What  can  a  Wouiiu  do  J"  !?ho  ha*  for  year*  imuked 
an>oiij(  ibu  tivat  (iruae  writvn,  auil  hL'rpo«m*,alUiuugh  uot  ao  uxtviuiTcUr 
known,  am  worthy  a  hish  place  in  the  record  of  our  multitude  of  poeta. 
Kate  ShclU-y,  the  subject  of  the  following  iH>em.  will  be  reuierabert-d  a* 
the  young  girl  of  but  fifteen  yean,  who,  on  riiat  t^-rrible  ui|{ht  of  July 
6, 1881.  walked  fire  miles,  croving  amlil  the  darknua*  and  *torm  a  dan- 
g«rou*  bridge  that  ahe  might  glTtt  warning  to  tlie  night  exprea*  on  the 
Chicago  and  North-western  R  R  ,  of  a  wrecked  tr«in.  Large  collection* 
of  money  were  ollered  to  her  by  gratefid  men  and  women,  but  money 
can  neTer  repay  *uch  dcrotlou.  At  the  following  se*(ion  of  tha  lows 
Legislature,  It  wa*  ordered  tliat  a  medal  be  presented  t'>  her- 

BRAVE    KATE    SHELLEY. 
"How  far  that  little  candle  throws  its  beams  ! 
So  shines  a  good  deed  in  a  naughty  world." 

1  Through  the  whirl  of  wind  and  water  parted  by  the 

rushing  steel, 
Flasheii  the  white  glare  of  the  headlight,   flew  the 

swift  revolving  wheel, 
As  the  midnight  train  swept  onward,  bearing  on   its 

iron  wings 
Through  the  gloom  of  night  and  tempest,  freightage 

of  most  precious  things. 

2  Little  children  by  their  mothers  nestle  in  imbroken 

rest. 
Stalwart  men  are  dreaming  softly  of  their  journey's 

finished  ([uest. 
While  the  men  who  watch  and  guard  them,  sleepless 

stand  at  post  and   brake  ; 
Close  the  throttle  !  draw  the  lever!  safe  (or  wife  and 

sweetheart's  sake. 


Sleep  and  dream,  unheeding  danger;  in   the   vallej 

yonder,  lies 
Death's    dcbria     in    wierd    confusion,    alur    fit     for 

sacrifice ! 
Dark  and  grim  the  shadows  settle  where  the  hidden 

perils  wait , 
Swift  the  train,  with  dear  lives  laden,  rushes  to  it« 

deadly   fate. 

4  Still    they   sleep    and    dream    unheeding.     O    Thou 

watchful  One  iil)<>ve. 

Save  Thy  people  in  this  liour  !  Save  the  ransomed 
of   Tiiy  love ! 

Send  an  angel  from  Thy  heaven  who  shall  calm  the 
troubled  air. 

And  reveal  the  jMJwers  of  evil  hiddden  in  the  dark- 
ness there. 

5  Saved !  ere  yet  they  know  their  peril,  comes  a  warn- 

ing to  alarm  ; 
Saved !  the  precious  train  is  resting  on  the   brink  of 

deadly  harm. 
God  has  sent  His  angel  to  them,  brave  Kate  Shelley, 

hero-child  ! 
Struggling  on,  alone,  unaided,  through  that  night  of 

tempest  wild. 

6  Brave  Kate  Shelley  !  tender  maiden,  baby  hands  with 

splinters  torn, 
Saved  the  lives  of  sleeping  travellers  swiftly  to  deatli's 

journey  borne. 
Mothers  wept  and  clasped   their  darlings,   breathing 

words  of  grateful  prayer  ; 
Men  with  faces  blanched  and  tearful,  thanked  God 

for  Kate  Shelley  there. 

7  Greater  love   than  this,   hath  no  man.     When    the 

heavens  shall  unfold. 
And    the    judgment    books    are    opened,    there   in 

characters  of  gold. 
Brave    Kate    Shelley's   name  shall  centre,  'mid  the 

pure,  the  brave  and  gf)o<l, 
That  of    one  who  crowned   with  glory   her  heroic 

womanhood. 

MUM.   M.  L.  Kktn*. 

Detmit.  Mich.,  ISO. 


AT   THE    PIANO. 

1  Before  these  keys,  responsive  to  my  moods, 

I  sit,  my  fingers  wamlcring  at  their  will ; 
Singing  in  low  voice  sweet  beatitudes. 

And  of  the  peace  and  joy  my  heart  that  fill. 

2  Five  years  agone  this  night,  here  .■yit  I  singing 

Of  an  awaiting  joy  that  filled  my  dreams  ; 
The  bright  sun  of  my  morning  then  w.is  flinging 
Across  my  nntro<l  faith,  his  golden   In^ams. 

3  But  Oh  I  what  tninnlt,  O  my  soul,  U'twoen! 

What  cries  of  .igony,  O  ( io«l.  to  Thee ! 
Thou,  Christ,  the  depths  of  human  ww  hast  seen, 
My  heart  has  had  its  own  Gcthscmane. 


H2G 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


4  Yet  self  I  conquered  ;  for  thy  grace  drew  near 

y\ii(l  Uuiglil  mo  sorrow  was  a  yift  divine ; 
I  trod  the  wine-press  of  tluit  vint:i;Lj<'  <lrear, 
Hut  drunk,  at  lust  its  eucliaristic  wine. 

5  And  so  I  sit,  to-night,  in  a  great  peace, 

Towelling  the  keys,  and  singing  soft  and  low 
Of  a  ealin  joy  that  cannot  know  snreease, 
Kicher  than  all  1  dreuined  five  years  ago. 

"C." 
In  "Laws  of  Life,"  Jan,  1882. 


giiss  liira  ifnrg 


I«  the  daughter  of  the  well  and  favorably  known  Mrs.  8.  M.  L  Henty. 
She  wag  Ixim  Junn  9,  1863,  at  F.ast  Homer.  N.  Y..  and  graduated 
iu  1885  friim  the  Niirthwc8li-ni  tTi]iver»ity.  one  nf  the  celthruted  edu- 
cational iuatitutiong  located  at  Evanston,  111.  She  gives  promise  of 
becoming  as  flue  a  wTitcr,  in  both  prose  and  verse,  as  her  talented  and 
acciiniplishctl  mother.  Miss  Henr>''s  fath(!r  received  injuries  while  in 
the  service  of  his  country,  which  resulted  In  his  death  soon  after  the 
close  of  the  late  war. 

MIRIAM. 

2 
1  Lingering  on  the  horizon,  caressing  the  face  of  the 

waters, 
Bathing  the  sky  with  warm  blushes,  tarried  the  sun 

lor  a  moment. 
Shadows  of  oncoming  darkness  were  mingled  among 

the  bright  wavelets. 
Blending  the  splendor  with  mystery,  hushing  the  earth 

into  sileiKie. 
Down  in  the  flags  by  the  river,  asleep  in  the  curious 

cradle 
Woven  of  reeds,  and  made  strong,  more  than  all  the 

love  of  the  builder. 
Love  to  which  fear  gave  an  energy,  love  of  which 

prayer  was  the  fountain, 
Ignorant  all  of  his  destiny,  rocked  on  the  waters   an 

infant. 
Wandering    carelessly    through    the    fast-gathering 

gloom  of  the  twilight, 
Yet  as  though  some  secret  anchor  had  fastened  her  3 

heart  to  the  waters. 
Patiently  waited   fair  Miriam,  daughter  of  suffering 

Israel. 
¥\rva  was  her  step  and  elastic ;  graceful,  yet  strong, 

every  movement ; 
Proud  was  tiie  curve  of  her  dark  throat,  lustrous  and 

heavy  her  tresses. 
Rested  upon    her   smooth  forehead  no   care-lines  or 

furrows  of  error, 
Over  her  innocent  features  nor  failure  nor  concjuest 

was  written  ; 
Yet  as  she  glanced  ever  anxiously  through  the  tall 

palms  towards  the  river, 
Faintly  discernible  down  in  the  shadowy  depths  of  her 

dark  eyes, 
Flashed   there  the  knowledge  of  slavery,  germ  of   a 

strong  inward  purpose. 


That  as  the  years  passed  over,  swift  changing  the  girl 

to  a  woman. 
Might  be  the  promi.se  of  bitterness,  might  be  the  germ 

of  true  coiKjuest. 
Dreamed  she  of  home  and  of  dear  ones  to  cherish  and 

rear  with  her  people? 
Darkly  confronted   her  vision   the  face   of  her  own 

anxious  mother  ; 
Pondered  she  over  the  task  fields,  the  brick  without 

straw,  the  hard  bondage  ? 
Then  the  young  s[)irit   within   her   was   stirred  by  a 

breath  of  rebellion  ; 
Came  there  a  bright,  fleeting  vision  of  joy  in  the   far 

distant  Canaan  ? 
Glowed  then  her  face  with  the  light  of  a  strong  hope, 

a  swift  inspiration. 
Long  in  the  wood  on  the  river  bank,  silently  mused 

the  young  Hebrew, 
Heedless    that    every    emotion   invisible   traced   its 

impression 
Over  the  fresh  rounded  features,  awaiting  the  years 

to  confirm  it. 

Sing  with   the  timbrel  and  harp  !  Oh  !   sing  to   the 

triumph  of  Israel ! 
Sing  to  the  faith  of  the  patriarch,  sing  to  Omnipotent 

power ! 
Lo  !  the  swift  waters  dividing,  upheaving  in  glistening 

columns ; 
Lo  !   the  tramp,  tramp  of  the  chosen  between  the  dark 

motionless  barriers. 
Ah !  and   behold   the  wild  tumult,   the  sudden,   the 

terrible  tempest 
Crushing  with   swift   retribution   the  pride  and   the 

glory  of  Egypt. 
Sing  then,  O  Miriam,  joyfully  praising  the  Author  of 

I)Ower, 
Yet  ill  thy  triumph  beware  lest  the  glow  on  thy  cheek 

be  forgetful, 
Now  in  the  glad  thrill  of  freedom,  to  whom  should 

the  honor  be  given  ! 

Silently  waited  the  multitude  gazing  in  fear  and  in 

wonder. 
Awed  by  the  frown  of  Jehovah  revealed  in  the  cloud 

resting  o'er  them,  , 

Trembling  beneath  His  displeasure,  expressed  in  that 

strange  vivid  lightning. 
Years  had  flown  by,  since  the  maiden  kept  watch  of 

the  reed-woven  cradle. 
Years  had  flown  by  and  her  people  were  free  from  the 

thralldoin  of  Egypt. 
Moses,  the  babe  so  defenseless,  had   long  been   the 

jiatriarch  leader. 
Holding   communion    with   God    and   revealing  His 

jirecepts  to  Israel. 
I\Iiriain,    budding    with    promise,  had  blossomed   to 

woinanly  power. 
Gaining   the    hearts   of  her  people  by    wisdom    and 

beauty's  bright  magic. 


MISCELLANEOUS.    CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER.  ,te. 


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THE    VANISHED   STARS. 


Tho  following  busutlful  linn*  wcrn  •iiKKnaUnl  Ui  the  kuthor  by  Iha 
raulliiK  u(  ikiiuo  ut  Uir  glii»lii|[  wiikU  of  Mn.  HkbIw  l*>iiii<T.  wbo 
dlcil  111  1874.  teu  Joan  iluoa,  >li<>wliig  l>utt  bur  liiducucs  fur  («utl  I*  guinf 
on  will  on  :  pmrlug  that  "ilio  IwIuk  ilnul,  jrot  iiioikotli.*  |  KtL  Ha- 
CHKOHoNU. 

("8l«n  may  bare  been  imlttfla  out  of  exlitcnoe  oeDtarin  ago,  but  thdr  poond 
out  Uubt  U  yet  fluodiuf  the  besTen*.") 


native 


Lovpd  for  her  dower  of  prophecy,  loved  as  the  sister 

of  Mostrs. 
Tell  mu,  thou  spirit  of  Mystery,  when  will  the  Go<l- 

giveii  seedlets, 
Holding  the  germs  of  nobility,    purity,  wisdom  and 

power, 
rianti'd  do«'p  down  in  our  naturt-,  be  cherished  by  us 

its  they  should  be, 
Crushed  not  in  enjbryo,  neither  developed  to  poison-  j  jj^p  ^^  ^^^^^^  ^^^^j,  ^^^^^  vanish  from  our  sight, 

ous  surplus,  ,      IJiit  leave  us  still  their  waves  of  golden  light, 

But  as  a  trust  from  Jehovah  held  sacred  to  Ilim  m  ^^y    (;,„j.^    ,1^.^^^    aaiuU;    though    called    to 

renn-nibrance,  skies, 

Care.l   for    and     watched     wiili   liuniility,  gratefully  Their  light  stills  shines— their  influence  never  dies. 

trained  to  p«Tfection  ?                                  -in  ^^^^  ''="*  '''"  niem'ry  of  a  holy  life 
Then,    will  «livine    retribution,  divine   unmistakable  i„^|,ired  to  nobler  deed— to  sterner  strife- 
vengeance,  (Jainst  sin,  the  world,  and  all  that  would  oppose; 
Cease  to  biing  anguisli  and  shame  to   tho  hearts  of  jj.jj.  j,,.j,jj.  ^^^  concjuerors  over  secret  foes. 

I  lis  wandering  children.  Though  we  be  called  to  pillow  a  dear  head. 

Such  as  now  came  to  the  i)coplo  who  waited,  afraid  'p,^  ^.^^^,  1^^,  |.,^^  i,,,,^,  j^|,.,.j,  i„.si,ii;  th«!  dead— 

in  His  presence.  AVe  do  not  .shroud  their  light  beneath  the  clod; 

Slowly  the  cloud  had   arisen  and   vani.shed  in   vapor  j^  j.^;]]  iii„n„.s  some  pilgrim's  path  to  (;o<l. 

above  them.  Yea,  though  the  just  sleep  on  for  manv  a  vcar, 

What  is  the  sight  the  still  horror  of  which  is  revealed  cj^jn  ^^.m  j,,g  radiance  of  their  light  a|)'i)<ar. 

in  the  faces  _      ^  That  praving  mother,  now  to  glorv  gone. 

Turned  with  a  strange  fascination,  towards  Miriam  s  ^yi,,,^  ^i^iig  ^j,  ^.^J.^^^^  yearned  o'er  her  waywarrl  son, 

cowering  figure.  Though  great  her  faith,  God's  answer  was  delave<l. 

Changed  in   a   n.umcnt,  degraded,   disgraced,   and  so  Yet  did  she  press  her  suit,  and  jiray 'd— still  pniy'd ; 

saillv  iMilluted,  But  now,  with  "clouds  of  witne.s.ses"  she  stands. 

Branded  with  sin,  their  own  Miriam  stood  there,  an  ^^^j  ^^^.g  |,i,j,  ^^y  to  heaven  with  outstrotchecl  hands. 

outcast,  a  lep<'r.  'fhe  mem'ry  of  her  counsel,  and  her  pravers, 

Oh!  how    the    proud  haughty  spirit  must  suffer  as  ^l^^ve    been    his    safeguard— turned     him     from    the 

slowly  she  shrinks    i)ast,  snares 

Desolate,  humbled,  forsaken,  sent  out  of  camp  into  qj  gj^^  j^,,,,  Satan— till  he  calls  on  God 

exile  !  ••  u        i      '^'^  ^^'^'^  ''""  '"  ''^'^  ^^'"^^  '''*'  "'o'l'^'"  trod. 

There    with    the    deep    heart    sickness   which  only   j^  ^^^  j,,,.  ]i„,,^  j^^,,,,  ijj^  ,,,^.,.,,  ,,j,^ ,  ,|,ou„h  ggt, 

remorse  can  engender,  ^  I^s  saving  iiiHuence  is  around  him  vet. 

Pondered  the   penitent   woman,  upon   her   life  s  one   ^^^  jj^^.  ^^j.^^,  ^^^^.^  j,,.^^  y.^,,;,,,  ^^,,1^^  ^„^  gjg,,^ 

bitter  failure.  lJ„t  leave  us  still  their  flocxis  of  golden  light. 

Gifted  with  rare  possibilities,  queen  of  the  women  of  ^^^^  (.,^,,^  ,,,..^^  ^.^1,,^^  .  ^]^^^^„]^  p.,|i,.,j  ,^  „„,i^e  ^Itie,^ 

Their  light  still  shines — their  influence  never  dies. 

MRS.  w.  rAwcrrr,  IU7  IMt. 


Israel, 
Strong  in  herself,  yet  so  swiftly  forgetting  the  Author 

of  Power, 
Slowly  through  all  the  bright  years  withdrawing  her 

hand  from  the  P\ither 
Out  of  the  woof  of  the  past  she  had  woven  her  present 

disaster. 
When  from  her  sorrowful  penance,  returiKid  she  again 

to  the  camp-fold. 
Purified,  chastened,  yet  stronger  than  ever  before  the 

sad  les.son, 
Glad  was  the  shout  that  rose  upward,  unshaken  the 

faith  of  her  people. 
Never  again  miglit  the   innocent   freshness  of   youth 

mark  her  forehead. 
Never  again  could  tho    haughty,   self-confident  spirit 

betray  her. 
But  th(i  sweet  liijht   of   humility    shone    through  tho 

darkness  of  conipiest, 
Bathin"  her  face    with  God's    radiance,    making   her 

blessed  forever.  "**»  """Vi!!i^.' m. 


THE    BRIDAL   GIFTS. 

1  To  the  stately  village  bridal. 

With  its  feastings,  dance  and  mirth. 
There  came  a  gnty-haire«l  singer — 
One  of  the  |>oor  of  eartli. 

2  Silver  and  gold  and  jewels. 

The  rich  guests  brought  along  ; 
The  hard  had  nuuirht  to  offer. 
But  just  one  little  song. 

3  Dust  are  the  bride  and  bridegroom. 

Tho  proud  guests  hnvly  lie  ; 
The  eostiv  gifts  have  rrund>le<l — 
The  sou;r  cau  never  die. 


ruAix-va  *.  *a*w. 


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WOAfAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


FOR    A    BIBLE   OR    ALBUM. 

Let  nothiiij;  disturb  thee,  nothing  iifFright  thee; 
All  things  are  pa.ssing  ;  God  never  changeth  ; 
Pationt  «'n(liiraiioe  attaineth  to  all  things; 
Who  Ciod  possesseth  in  nothing  is  wanting ; 
Alone  God  sufficeth. 

SANTA  TEKEHA'h  BOOK-MARK, 

Tr.  from  the  Rpaoiah, 

By   LONUFEIXOW. 


SlarB  (Litmmcr  gimes  f  ubson. 


Mary  Cleinmer  began  literary  efforts  as  hare  thousands  of  othera— 
with  uo  iiitriitiuu  of  iiursuiug  it  to  any  considerable  extent,  but  merely 
fur  the  sakeof  diversion.  iVfter  a  time  her  aspirations  assumed  a  defi' 
Date  purtxjae,  until  she  finally  became  one  of  the  most  successful  of 
Journalists,  flrvt  as  a  correspondent,  and  then  as  a  regular  editorial  con- 
tributor- From  early  years  her  thoughts  and  fancies  flowed  out  in 
measured  verse  of  true  poetic  Imagery,  as  readily  as  in  prose,  and  "  Wo- 
man In  Sacred  Song  "  Is  indebted  to  her  for  some  of  its  choicest  puetic 
gems. 

In  early  life  she  married  Rev.  Mr.  Ames,  a  young  Presbyterian  cler- 
gyman. It  is  said  they  never  truly  loved,  but  were  merely  friends; 
hence  the  union  proved  an  unfortunate  one.  Miss  Clemmer  is  a  native  of 
Utica,  N.  Y.,  born  in  1839.  When  but  eleven  years  of  age  she  wrote 
verse,  and  displayed  unusual  mental  gifts.  Professor  Goldthwaite  of 
Westfieid  Academy,  where  she  was  principally  educated,  recognized  in 
her  a  specially  poetic  nature,  and  extended  much  sympathy  and  aid. 
Alphonso  A.  Hopkins  says  of  her— "No  other  woman  of  our  acquaint- 
ance—we  had  almost  said  no  other  person  -has  performed  such  an  amount 
of  literary  labor  in  a  given  time,  as  Miss  Clemmer's  record  shows.  For 
three  years  her  average  work  In  Washington  was  seven  newspaper  let- 
ters each  week:  and  in  addition  to  this  she  produced  four  books  in  four 
years.  She  entered  into  a  contract  with  the  publishers  of  one  journal 
to  write  a  column  a  day  for  three  years,  and  at  the  end  of  that  time,  she 
had  not  missed  a  day.  The  wonder  is  that  producing  so  much,  she  has 
uniformly  prcwluced  so  well."  Bfside  all  her  prose  writing,  her  poems 
have  l>cen  many  and  always  choice,  and  on  varied  topics.  "The  Christ"* 
is  one  of  the  best  among  her  sacred  poems  and  hymns.  Among  her  patri- 
otic or  war  productions,  "Fall  in"  takes  the  lead,  perhaps.  Her  "  Good- 
bye, Sweetheart,"  is  familiar  to  every  reader.  Miss  Clemmer  is  now  Mrs. 
Hudson,  having  been  married  some  months  ago  to  an  estimable  gentle- 
man of  that  name.  Later,  Nov.  1884.  Last  August  Mrs.  Mary  Clem- 
mer UudsoD  died  with  hemorrhage  of  the  brain. 


REST. 

1  Weep  not  when  I  am  dead,  dear  friend, 

Sweetheart,  grieve  not  when  I  lie  low ! 
While  o'er  my  clay  your  soft  eyes  bend, 

Kemember  it  was  good  to  go. 
When  low  you  press  the  violet  sod, 

Whose  purple  tears  enstar  my  breast, 
Beloved,  think  I  sleep  in  God. 

Remember  such  alone  are  blest. 

2  The  perfect  silence  will  be  dear. 

How  dear  the  chance  of  painless  rest; 
And  on,  beyond  all  yiain  or  fear, 

The  pcrfc^ct  waking  will  be  best. 
How  dim  tliis  distant  day  will  seem, 

How  far  tlie  grief  we  suffer  here  ! 
This  life  the  mirage  of  a  dream. 

Merged  to  a  oioruing  calm  and  clear. 

MARY  CLIiMMER.. 


THE  JOY   OF   WORK. 

1  The  promise  of  delicious  youth  may  fail ; 
The  fair  fulfillment  of  our  Summer-time 
May  wane  and  wither  at  its  hour  of  prime; 
The  gorgeous  glow  of  Hope  may  swiftly  pale ; 
E'en  Love  may  leave  us  spite  our  piteous  wail ; 
The  heart,  defeated,  desolate,  may  climb 

To  lonely  Reason  on  her  hight  sublime; 
But  one  sure  foot  no  foe  can  e'er  as.sail. 

2  'T  is  thine,  0  Work — the  joy  supreme  of  thought. 
Where  feeling,  purpose,  and  long  patience  meet ; 
Where  in  deep  silence  the  ideal  wrought 
Bourgeons  from  blossoming  to  fruit  complete. 

O  crowning  bliss  !  O  treasure  never  bought ! 
All  else  may  perish — thou  remainest  sweet. 


MAR  If  CLIMMEB. 


t\MMt  §rontf. 


The  popnlar  book  "Jane  Eyre"  made  the  author  of  the  following 
poem  known  to  the  world  as  one  of  the  best  prose  writers  in  1847.  Sjtte 
was  born  in  1816,  and  died  in  1855,  She  was  one  of  the  three  remarka- 
ble and  gifted  sisters,  daughters  of  Rev.  Patrick  Bont£,  who  resided  at 
Baworth.  Yorkshire,  England. 

Rev.  Robert  Collyer  was  a  neighbor,  and  remembers  Charlotte  as  a 
slender,  pale  young  lady,  when  he  was  a  young  man  working  at  a  forge. 
She  was  about  thirty-eight  years  of  age  when  she  married  Mr.  Nicholls, 
her  father's  curate,  after  much  delay,  when  her  father's  oon8<>nt  was  at 
last  given.  After  one  year  of  almost  perfect  happiness,  she  died.  It  is 
thought  that  the  following  lines  were  among  the  last  she  ever  wrote, 
little  dreaming  that  she  was  so  near  the  end  of  her  earthly  career. 

LIFE. 

1  Life,  believe,  is  not  a  dream 
So  dark  as  sages  say  ; 

Oft  a  little  morning's  rain 

Foretells  a  pleasant  day ; 

Sometimes  there  are  clouds  of  gloom. 

But  these  are  transient  all  ; 

If  the  shower  will  make  the  roses  bloom, 

Oh  !  why  lament  its  fall  ? 

Rapidly,  merrily. 

Life's  many  hours  flit  by  ; 

Gratefully,  cheerfully, 
Enjoy  them  as  they  fly. 

2  What  though  death  at  times  steps  in 

And  calls  our  last  away  ? 
What  though  sorrow  seems  to  win 

O'er  hope,  a  heavy  sway  ? 
Yet  hope  again  elastic  springs 

Unconquered  though  she  fell ; 
Still  buoyant  are  her  golden  wings, 
Still  strong  to  bear  up  well. 
Manfully,  fearlessly. 

The  (lay  of  trial  bear, 
For  gloriously,  victoriously, 
Can  courage  quail  despair. 

CBARLOTTE  BRONTK. 


MISCELLANEOUS.    CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER,  *f. 
WOMAN'S  WORK. 


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OK 

FXDROET-ME-NOTS. 

(a    SCUODI.-n.VV    KKMIMSCENCE.) 

1  A  winning,  wavini,'   lUfuilow,  with  scarf  of   blue  and 

}irt'«'i» — 

*T  was  lilt'  sc(l;jy  ;;ras8  and  watt-r.  witli  forgcl-me-not« 
bftwecn — 

We  were  wadin<j  over  ankles,  and  the  sun  was  shin- 
ing liot. 

But  we  sohool-girls  at  West  Newton  loved  the  wild 
forget-me-not. 

2  For  meadows  stretched  alluring,  where  placid  streams 

flowed  through. 
And  tlu!  gfiiitiaii  with  it^i  fringes,  and  the  river  flag 


And  forever  she  enriched  us  with  her  dark   and   fer- 
vent <'ye. 
Enthusiasm — holy  |)Ower !  bent  alchemist  art  thou. 
Kindled    from   soul    to  soul,  and   i<|>ed   from    radiant 

brow  to  brow. 
Changing    to    ^y    all    duty,    and     on     traiiKliguring 

heightij 
Showing  us  all  the  shailes  of  earth  fair  with  nleKiial 

lights. 
Not   hiiist   in    this    clear    vision    I    rem«'n)l)or,    if    I 

may. 
Running  cross   the  fields  at  twilight   by   a   narrow, 

trodden  way, — 
And  she,  at   whose  magnetic  call   we  every  breadth 

could  span. 
Shone  like  a  rare  crown-jewel  in  the  home  of  Horace 

Mann. 


gleamed  blue,  .  ,     ,    .      ,  ,7   E«lucation  has  it«  heroes ;  they  lay  not  their  armor 

But  the  flashy,  niockmg  mosses,  with  their  clumps  of  down 


starry  eyes, 
The  slender-stemmed  forgetrme-nots   were  more  be- 
witching prize. 

3  And  when  the  July  sun  looks  down  on  each  successive 

year. 
And  the   happy  green  and  blossoms,  and  the  birds 

are  settled  here, 
I  find  within  my  memory  a  sunny  summer  spot, — 
'T  is  the  old  school  at  West    Newton   wreathed   with 

wild  forget-me-not, 

4  R«>tracirig  that  bright  picture,  it  is  easy  to  begin 
With   the   fog-cloud  in   the   morning   that  shut  the 

village  in. 
We  were  up  in  time  to  see  it,  ere  it,  lifting,  thinned 


Till  they  meet  death  in  the  combat,  and  receive  the 

victor's  crown. 
And  the  pioneer  who,  east  and  west,  held  firm  th' 

advancing  van. 
Was  one  of  lonlly  heart  and  mien,— our  own   great 

Horace  Mann. 
At  last  the  happy  seasons  of  the  rich  school  year 

were  fled  ; 
They  had  lavi:shed  all  their  largess,  and  we  gathered 

round  our  head. 
As  a  crescent  of  white  lilies  wait£  for  some  reviving 

dew. 
We,   i)ale   with  parting,  waited  for  his  beniHlictioii 

true. 


away, 
we  Tosi 
of  day. 


For  we  rose  to  read  our  lessons  in   the  violet  bloom  ^  ^"""^  "''?'   T^'  ""^  commissions  in  his   hai..J,  he 


stood  and  prayeil, 

Anon'tl^school  was  opening,  and  the  instant  found       ^^''^  ^^'1'   'i""^  ^''«  Apostles,  strong  in   Cwl,  in   self 
.,                          ^      ^                                                          afraid  ; 

us  there —                                                                          .     ,                   »   r  n  •           i 

And  an  earnest,  full  assurance  was  given   then  and 

there. 
That  God  Himself  would  answer  that  deep,  availing 

prayer. 
So  young  antl  full  of  courage,  we  looked   the  future 

through 
And    thought — There's    naught  upon   the  earth   we 

will  not  dare  to  do. 
A  holy  work  is   woman's  work,  unworthy  she    who 

scans 
Each  feebly  set  partition  that  divides  her  work  from 

man's. 


Still  how  fresh  the  inspiration  from  the  choral  hymn 
and  prayer. 

5  Sowing  seed  by  other  waters,  it  has  strengthened  us 

and  blest. 

When  our  hands  were  almost  failing,  and  our  hearts 
were  sorely  prest. 

Soon  blackboards  teem  with  mystic  curve  and  cabal- 
istic sign. 

And   a   gentle    lady  stands  there,   with   a  mind   so 
cryst;illino ; 

She  guides   the  swift  brain-coursers,  and   from  her 
magi<'  hand 

Runs  thrilling  to  each  eager  steed  the  unseen  electric  9  Ah,  wreaths  of  blue  forget-me-not*  I  bli^om  new  and 
band.  fre^h  ahvay, 

6  And  oft  I  have  remembered,  when  my  soul  wa.s  dull        Immortalize  in  u*  the  faith  and  opirit  of  that  day ; 

and  spent,  ^^'"'  ^vhen,  all  met  in  I'arudiM>,  the   long    roll-cAJl    in 

How    a    queenlv   one    looked   up  on  us, — her    color  made. 

came  and  went.  Each  with  her  work  twf^re  the  Lord. — wp  will  not 

While  her  glowing  words  swept  over  as  as  healthful  ^  afraid. 

wind  swept  by,  ^mtM  r.  ■ormiM. 


830 


WOMAy  IN  SACRED  SONO, 


rnOM  A   POEM   ENTITLED 

ART   AND    HEART. 

"Thouj^h  smooth  be  the  heartless  prayer, 

No  ear  in  Heaven  will  mind  i4; 
And  tlie  finest  |>liruse  falls  dead, 

If  there  is  no  feelinj;  heliind  it. 
And  it  is  not  tiie  poet's  song,  though 

Sweeter  than  sweet  hells  ehiming, 
Which  thrills  ns  tlirough  and  through, 

But  the  heart  which  beats  under  the  rhyming." 

ELLA   WUKEL£K. 

THE    LITTLE   OLD   CHURCH. 

BmA  at  the  farewell  serrices  in  the  old  Western  Arenue  M.  E.  Church, 
Sunday  evening,  May  3. 

1  We  must  leave  thee,  little  old  church.     Farewell ! 

We  have  builded  a  grander  one. 
With  spires  that  gleam  like  a  heaven-kissed  dream, 

With  massive  arches  of  stone. 
With  stained-hued  windows  of  prismed  pane 

To  soften  the  sunshine's  glare; 
But,  little  old  church,  when  we  close  our  eyes 

And  humble  our  hearts  in  prayer, 
Methiuks  there  will  come,  like  a  sweet  perfume. 

Thy  memory's  message  there. 

2  We  will  sit  in  the  grand  new  church  some  day, 

While  the  rich-toned  organ  rolls, 
And,  listening,  more  of  the  days  of  yore 

Shall  hover  within  our  souls 
Than  the  ringing  anthem  or  organ  peal. 

And  lo  I   as  the  minister  prays. 
In  our  hearts  will  bloom,  with  its  rare  perfume. 

The  prayer  of  the  by -gone  days. 
We  will  seem  to  be  in  our  place  with  thee. 

And  under  thy  noon-broad  rays. 
S  We  will  think  of  the  babes,  with  their  heaven-bright 
eyes, 

At  the  pure  baptismal  fount ; 
We  will  think  of  the  sage,  with  glorified  age, 

Like  mosses  from  God's  white  mount  ; 
We  will  dream  of  the  bride  and  the  wedding  glee. 

And  the  rustle  of  leaves  in  the  street ; 
We  will  bow  our  head  as  we  think  of  the  dead 

That  we  never  on  earth  shall  greet, 
And  the  little  old  room  shall  bring  back  the  bloom 

Of  a  thousand  memories  sweet. 
4  Dear  little  old  church,  with  thy  humble  v/qIIs, 

All  unadorned  and  plain, 
Is  it  strange  to  nay  that  I  weep  to-day, 

And  my  heart  lias  a  thrill  of  j)ain. 
As  I  scan  thy  pulpit  and  floor  and  wall, 

As  I  bid  thee  a  soft  good-by  ? 
Ah  !  little  church,  I  have  pictures  rare 

That  I  dwell  on  tenderly — 
The  faces  of  worshippers   lifted   and   j)ale,   with   the 
glory  that  fell  from  the  rifted  veil ; 

There's  a  voice  of  the  past  in  me. 


5  And  here  to  thy  shelter,  dear  little  old  church. 

Came  many  a  weary  one. 
To  lay  the  burden  of  life  away,  beneath  the  calm  of 
the  Sabbath  day, 

When  tlie  work  of  the  week  was  done ; 
And  liere  came  the  young  and  the  fair  and  the  good. 

To  take  of  the  heavenly  leaven ; 
And  many  liere  knelt,  with  their  load  of  guilt. 

Who  arose  up  free  and  shriven. 
Mourner  and  weary  and  worn  have  I,  on  the  magic 
walls  of  my  gallery. 

Pure  pictures  that  help  toward  heaven. 

6  Ah  !  it's  no  wonder  then,  little  old  church, 

That  my  tears  fall  fast  to-day. 
You  are  dear  to  me  for  the  memory 

Of  the  loved  who  have  passed  away  ; 
You  are  to  me  for  the  bridal  glee. 

For  the  babe  with  its  un pained  gaze. 
For  the  pure  old  age  of  the  godly  sage, 

Who  has  glorified  earth's  dim  ways  ; 
And  often  will  spring,  as  we  i)ray  or  sing, 

The  thought  of  the  by-gone  days. 

FAXKIE  BOLTON. 

For  The  "  Inter(-)ccan.;' 

Chicago.  HI.,  1885. 


ANSWERED. 

1  You  come  and  go  again  uncomforted. 
And  say  I  have  not  sympathized  ;  but  such 
A  weak  and  selfish  misery  as  thine 

Needs  neither  word  nor  hand-clasp  overmuch. 

2  Thy  sorrow  is  a  little  thing  ;  it  wears 

And  frets  upon  the  shore  of  one  short  day — 

An  idle  tide,  that  presently 

Shall  ebb  and  ebb  again — and  so  away. 

3  Now  for  one  even  has  thy  West  been  dark  ; 
Now  for  one  dawning  has  thy  East  been  gray ; 
Now  in  thy  pleasant  lengths  of  days  there  has 
At  last  come  one  less  fair  and  favored  day. 

4  And  thou  dost  shiver  in  the  cooler  wind, 
And  wrap  the  folds  of  happier  memory 

Around  thee,  and  dost  stretch  thy  strong,  soft  hands. 
And  crave  thee  of  my  store  of  symjiathy. 

5  Thou  selfish,  thou  I  Strong  hands  should  not  be  soft, 
Keach  thine  to  help  thy  weaker  fellows.     Be 

All  that  thou  canst  be.    Bruises  and  scars  well  won. 
On  hands  so  strong  were  fairer  far  to  see. 

6  So  raayest  thou,  aiding  others,  help  thyself; 
Tiieir  comfort  be  thy  peace,  their  smile  the  balm 
For  thy  own  heart ;  so  thou  mayst  best  forget 
The  vexing  thorn  that  lieth  in  thy  palm. 

LULU  M,  W. 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CUJUSTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER,  <te. 


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THK    MESSENGER. 

1  "  I'll  be  a  singer,"  so  she  said  one  day  ; 

"  My  words  shall  soolhti  and  streugthcu  cartli's  rough 

way 
I<\)r  many  a  weary  heart." 

llcr  Hues,  tliougli  rliyincd  with  all  a  jioet's  art, 
And  lucasured  us  llie  (huiu-beat's  steady  roll, 
Touched  not  a  single  soul, 

2  God  sent  His  an;;*  1  down,  and  gently  smoto 
Her  little  plan  ;  and  disa|)|M>intmeut's  note 
Quivered  tiirougii  all  her  life. 

Once  more  she  wrote  ;  but,  under  all,  the  strife 
Of  grief  and  bitter  loss  echoed  so  plain, 
Who  road  shed  tears  of  j)ain. 

2  Airain  the  silent,  white-winged  angel  came. 
And  suatch(<l  love  with  life's  beiit  hopes  away 
Left  but  a  brtMking  heart. 

No  longer  from  humanity  apart 

She  wrote,  but  learned  a  lessou  born  of  trust, 

And  wrote,  because  she  must, 

3  liravtf,  helpful  words  of  truth.     So  as  we  hide 
Our  selfish  griefs,  and  at  God's  will  be  tried 
In  crucibli!  of  sorrow, 

Strengtii  comes  to  point  a  brighter,  glad  to-morrow 
To  fainting,  struggling  souls;  and  keenest  loss 
A  crown  may  be,  not  cross. 

IIKI.EX   M.   WIMRLOW. 

In  "ETiry  oUicr  SatimUy." 

LIKE    THE    STRONG    MOUNTAINS. 

1  Strong    are    the    mountiiins,     Lord,    but    stronger 

Thou  ! 

They  rise,  a  bulwark  to  the  guarded  land, 
Which  foes  pass  not,  nor  traitors  undcrniim*. 

For  children's  children's  safrty  they  shall  stand. 
And  so,  O  Lord,  Thou  stamU'st  unto  Thine, 
A  mighty  guardian,  a  defense  divine. 

2  Strong    are     the    mountiiins.     Lord,     but    stronger 

Thou ! 

Where  beats  the  temjjest  on  the  liither  side, 
Beneath  their  shelter  blooms  the  vine  and  rose, 

So  do  Thy  chosen  ones  in  Thee  abiile. 
Nor  fear  the  storm-wind  though  it  wildly  blows, 
All  undisturbed  in  their  secure  rejMjse. 

3  Strong    are    the    mountains.     Lord,    but     stronger 

Thou  ! 
Their  far,  fair  snowy  summit.s  fountains  are, 
Whence  fertilizing  streams  begin  their  race. 
So  from  Thy  might  of  mercy  stream  afar 
The  over-brimming  rivers  of  Thy  grai-e, 
(iladdening  the  wilderness  and  desert  place. 
I  Strong    are    the    mountains.     Lord,    but     stronger 
Thou  ! 
Immutiible  they  stand  from  ago  to  age 
Though  the  worM  rock  and  enij)ires  shift  and   pale. 

So,  though  the  iM'ople  war  and  heathen  rage. 
The  safety  of  Thy  promise  shall  prevail. 
Nor  ever  ouce  Thy  love  and  gotxlness  fail. 

praA!<  rnnt.inniL 
In  "Suudajr  Sdwul  Tbuca."  ISM. 


JUDGMENT. 

Judge  not ;  the  workings  of  liis  brain 
And  of  his  heart  thou  canst  not  see  ; 

What  looks  to  thy  dim  eyes  a  Htain 
In  (mmI's  pure  light  may  only  ix; 

A  scar  brouglit  from  some  well-won  (iehl 

Where  thou  wouldst  only  faint  and  yiild. 

xuu^iVK  X.  i-auLTim. 


glrs.  ^r.  |obn  (tran. 


maiden  name  wm  Lewen.  wm  born  In  North  IivUud  abool 
1800.  but  eame  In  carlj  cblldlinod  to  thli  onintjY.  Ilrr  >  ■  •  -^^ 
p«jiUiruf  the  finit  lYuiibytcriaD  Cbureb.  FjuUni.  P».,  f»r  nun' 
III  yian.  Hit  (Hjem  "SablMtb  lU-iubiUceiioco,'  bmt  imxi. 
ineudt.nl  (ur  iu  bcaullfut  iluirUcUj,  eiivcailia  of  ber  ■pim-cimtion  ••! 
Uiat  dmy  uid  Ita  prlTllcKc*.  "Two  Hundral  Yean  Ago.'  froui  wlilch 
tbe  (olldwiiig  U  extractol,  kindlr*  cutbiufawm  aa  oue  read*  It.  Hrr 
poem  "  Mnni.  **  waa  publlabi-<l  aiionymoQaljr  here  and  In  Kuflaud, 
anil  at.triliut»l  t<i  JauicM  hUnitmnuaj  of  8i>t!fBc|iI,  Kii(lan<L  Iu  a 
k'.tcr  to  Dr.  Gray  be  laya-'Tbc  crltlo  wboliare  iuliiUk-iiUi<-l>uaaUrul 
■taiizu  for  mine,  bare  done  me  b'mor:  but  I  wnilnely  fivt-pi  tbc  elalin, 
and  aui  Iwi'py  to  r««<>irulzr  a  lUtcr  |»ct  In  tb«  »Tit«'  '  Ana  wilior  of 
■trlctly  relijtioiu  portry,  Un.  Ciray  «ra«  Iu  ber  day  ooualdrird  uurlrallad. 

FROM    "TWO    HUNDRED    YEARS    AGO." 

Written  for  Ibe  b|.oentcnnlal  oelpbratinn  of  the  theologleal  etaihlarda  by  the 
Uloftrliiui  Wc*t<ulnit«r  AaemUy  of  dirlnea. 

1  Two  hunilred  years,  two  hundred  years,  our  bark  o'er 

billowy  R0.1S 

Has  onward  kept  her  steady  course,  tlirongh  hurri- 
cane and  breeze ; 

Her  C'aptJiin  was  the  miglity  One,  she  braved  the 
stormy  foe. 

And  still  He  guides  who  guide«l  her,  two  liiindrcd 
y«'ars  ago. 

2  Her  chart   wa.s  God's  unerring   word,  by  whi«h   Iier 

course  to  steer  ; 
Her  helmsman  was  the  risen   Lord,   a  lieljMT  ever 

near ; 
Tliough  many  a  Ix^auteous  boat  has  hunk  the  tnarh- 

erons  wave  Im-Iow, 
Yet  ours  is  sound  as  she  was  built,  two  hundred  years 

ago. 

3  True  to  that  guiding  star  which  led  to  Israel's  cradled 

hope. 
Her  steady  needle  pointeth  yet  to  Calvary's  bloody 

top ! ' 
Yes,  there  she  floats,  that  gootl  old  slup,  from  nin.Ht  to 

ket'l  Ix'low 
Seaworthy  still,  as  erst  she  was  two  hundn-d  )ciirs 

ago : 

4  Not  unto  us.  not  unto  ns,  be  praise  or  glory  given, 
Uut  unto  Ilim  who  watch  and  want  hath  kept  fur  us 

in  Heaven. 
Who   quell'd    the   whirlwind   in   Ut  wrath,  kide  lem- 

|M'sm  ce.a-sr  to  blow. 
That  (iiMl  who  launchc<l  our  vessel  forth  two  hundn-d 

years  agol 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


THOUGHTS    THE    NIGHT    BEFORE    GOING 
HOME    AFTER    LONG    ABSENCE. 

1  Another  stage  of  life  is  drawing  to  its  close — 
Strange    have    its    wauderings    been,  uor  lew   its 

woes, — 
Sickness  and  sorrow  heavy  on  us  lay 
While  each  one  wandered  in  a  solitary  way, — 
Yet,  sunshine  sometimes  pierced   the  clouds,  and 

showed 
A  wayside  flower,  or  where  a  streamlet  flowed. 

2  Why    were   we   scattered   from    our    much-loved 

home  ? 
Why  did  we  journey  each  as  pilgrims  lone  ? 
E'en  as  an  eagle  stirreth  up  her  nest 
The  Lord  did  warn  us — '•  This  is  not  your  rest." 
Did  He  not  often  lead  His  own  aside 
By  burning  bush,  or  pillar'd  cloud,  and  guide 
His  followers  to  some  lone  mountain  side. 
That  they  might  learn  "  In  Me  ye  must  abide  ?" 

3  So  did  He  lead  us,  and  when  storms  rose  nigh 
Drew  nearer,  whispering  "  It  is  I." 

Oh  !  let  me  listen  still  to  that  sweet  voice, 
And  in  Thy  love  and  guiding  grace  rejoice. 
The  morning  dawns — the  shadows  flee  away  ; 
My  longings  wake — I'm  going  home  to-day  1 
No  sweeter  joy  my  heart  shall  know 
Till  ends  my  pilgrimage  below. 
And  yearning  for  my  Saviour's  breast 
He  beckons. — "  Come  to  Me  and  rest, 
To-day  in  Paradise  with  Me  be  blest !  " 

II.LXN  P.  SHAW,  (ne<  Harergal),  Deo.  1853. 

glarn  glnn  |anmtr  ^flbii, 

The  danghter  of  Elisha  Dodd,  was  born  at  Hartford,  Conn.,  on  the 5th 
of  March,  1813.  and  always  resided  in  that  citjr. 

Her  first  published  articles  appeared  in  1834.  in  the  "  Hermethenean" 
a  magazine  &>nductcd  by  the  students  of  Washington  College,  in  Hart- 
ford. She  wrote  but  little.  boweTcr.  until  1835.  aft«r  which  time  she 
was  a  fre<iuent  contributor  to  "The  Ladies'  Uepository,"  a  magazine 
published  in  Boston.  In  which,  and  in  the  "Rose  of  Sharon"  an  Annual, 
the  greater  part  of  her  writings  have  appeared. 

THE    DREAMER. 

1  Heart  of  mine,  why  art  thou  dreaming, 

Urearaing  through  the  weary  day  ; 
While  life's  precious  hours  are  wasting, 
Fast,  and  unimproved,  away  ? 

2  With  a  world  of  beauty  round  me, 

Lone  and  sa<l,  I  dwell  apart ; 
Changing  scenes  can  bring  no  pleasure 
To  this  wrecked  and  worn-out  he^rti 

3  Now  I  tempt  the  quiet  ocean, 

While  the  sky  is  bright  above, 
And  the  sunlight  rests  around  me, 
Like  the  beaming  smile  of  Love. 

4  Or  by  waters  softly  flowing 

Through  the  vale,  I  wander  now ; 
And  the  balmy  breath  of  summer 
Fans  my  cheek,  and  cools  my  brow. 


5  But  as  well,  to  me,  might  darken 

Over  all,  the  gloom  of  night; 

For  no  quick  and  sweet  sensations 

Fill  my  soul  with  new  delight. 

6  In  the  grave-grown,  silent  church-yard, 

With  a  listless  step,  I  rove ; 
And  I  shed  no  tear  of  sorrow 
By  the  graves  of  those  I  love. 

7  Could  I  weep,  the  spell  might  vanish, 

Tears  would  bring  my  heart  relief ; 
Heart  so  sealed  to  all  emotion. 
Dead  alike  to  joy  and  grief. 

8  When  the  storm  that  shook  my  spirit, 

Left  its  mission  flnished  there. 
Then  a  calm  more  fearful  followed, 
Than  the  wildness  of  despair. 

9  Whence  the  spell  that  chills  my  being, 

Bidding  every  passion  cease ; 
Closing  every  fount  of  feeling  ? 
Say,  my  spirit,  is  it  peace  ? 

10  Wake !  O  spell-bound  soul,  awaken  I 

Bid  this  sad  delusion  flee  ! 
Such  a  lengthened  dream  is  fearful; 
Such  a  peace  is  not  for  thee. 

11  Life  is  thine,  and  "  life  is  earnest," 

Toil  and  grief,  thou  canst  not  shun  ; 
But  be  hopeful  and  believing. 
Till  the  prize  of  faith  is  won. 

12  Then  the  peace  thou  shalt  inherit, 

By  the  Saviour  promised  free  : 

Peace,  the  world  destroyeth  never ; 

Father,  give  that  peace  to  me  1 


MARr  A.  HAS'MEH  DODO. 


AN    ANSWERED    PRAYER. 

1  "  Show  us  our  sins,  O  Lord  !  "  we  pray ; 
Yet  leave  us  not  to  go  astray. 
Dishonor  Thee,  and  bring  disgrace 
Upon  Thy  cause,  by  our  un  worthiness. 

2  Do  we  ask  this  from  fear  of  sin. 

And  of  dishonor  to  His  holy  name  ? 

Or  is  it  but  the  fear  of  open  shame. 
Lurking,  disguised,  our  hearts  within  ? 
For  who  can  know  the  heart's  deceit  ? 

Has  it  a  single,  simple  thought 
Or  unmixed  motive,  at  its  best  ? 

If  we  may  hope  that  the  good  is  wrought 
By  our  weak  hands,  or  that  our  feet 

Walk  in  His  ways.  His  grace  alone, 

Upholding,  guiding  every  one. 
Makes  any  effort,  any  action  blest. 
S  God  lets  us  suffer,  by  and  by. 

Some  little  wound  ;  so  slight  a  thing 
We  should  not  feel  a  moment's  pain 
But  for  the  hand  that  dealt  the  blow. 

But  for  the  tongue  that  gave  the  sting, 
A  friend's,  a  brother's  !  Why,  ah  !  why 

Should  they  reward  us  so  ? 


MISCELLANEOUS.    CHRISTMAS,  SEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER,  .£c 


888 


4  It  rankles  and  roturns  aj^ain 

The  tliouglit,  "  Il:ivo  we  doscn-cd  this  slight 
From  you,  tho  friends  we  laid  so  dciir  ? 

Ill  storm  and  sunshine,  day  and  niglit, 
Our  ht-arts  were  loyal.     Never  fear 

Of  your  mistrust  or  jealousy 

Disturbed  us.     Surely  you  should  be 
More  kind,  considerate,  tender,  true. 
To  us  who  loved  and  served  you  well  ! 
Sueh  eondu<t  is  unworthy  you  ; 

You  owed  US  love  and  gratitude, 

You  give  lis  evil  for  our  good  !  " 
AVe  sutler  more  than  we  can    tell, 
And  all  for  such  a  little  thing! 

5  "II»!  too  was  wounded  by  His  friends," 

Perhaps  we  say,  but  there  we  cease ; 

'T  is  not  a  thought  to  bring  us  |)eace. 
Or  for  our  hurt  to  make  amends  ; 

For  who  are  we  that  we  shoulil  dare 

Our  love  with  llis  love  to  compare? 
But  ft'(diiig  still,  "It  is  not  right;  " 
SutMeidy  Hashes  brilliant  light 

In  some  dark  c>)rner  of  our  lives. 

Revealing,  to  our  own  surprise. 
Tilt!  form  of  some  forgotten  siu, 
llidden  its  depths  within  ; 

Som<;  old  ingratitude  or  disrespect. 

Some  hardness,  eoMness,  or  neglect. 
Still  uurep«Mitt'd,  never  seen 

Before,  beneath  its  dark  disguise, 
God  knew  it,  saw  it,  all  the  time, 

AikI  thus  reveals  it  to  our  eyes. 
What  of  our  undiscovered  crime 
If  lie,  as  we  forgive,  forgives? 

Our  hearts,  beneath  such  lightning  flashes. 

Abhor  themselves,  and  bow  in  dust  and  ashes, 
In  silent  shame,  repentance  keen. 
6  We  asked  the  Ix)rd  our  sins  to  show, 

And  thus  our  prayer  is  answere<l.     True, 

We  did  deserve  it,  friends,  though  not  from  you 
Because  of  what  we  did  so  long  ago. 

CHTHUI  TUOHMK. 

ALONE. 

I  stand  alone.     The  fierce  rocks  rise  above  me 

Cruel  and  cold  ; 
The  forests  weave  their  venlant  chain  aronntl  nie 

Fold  upon  fold. 
Across  the  chasm's  demon-haunte<l  blackness 

Rings  evermore. 
From  shaflowy  depths  of  dim  an<l  lonesome  gorges. 

The  torrents  roar. 
I  catch  the  gleam  of  riow'ry.  sun-kissed  valleys. 

Far,  far  Ixlow  ; 
I  hear  the  laugh  of  brooks,  the  chant  of  fountains. 

Solemn  and  slow. 
There  mirth  and  music  spt'ed  the  joyous  moments ; 

Glad  voices  ring  ; 


And  rise  Ix)ve's  holy  altar-fires  to  Heaven, 

For   lie  i^  King. 
But  far  above,  the  grand  [H-aks  bathed  in  silver 

Rise  crold  and  clear, 
And  Heaven's  own  splendor  gilds  their  snow-capped 
summits. 

Drawing  me  near. 
O  heart,  be  brave  I  (Jur  path  lies  on  and  upward 

Through  woes  unknown. 
Who  gaiuH  the  height.s  where  glory  rests  une]oude<l 

Must  walk  alone. 

■ASAII   U     HOBSBT. 
Id  "The  <,"urT»iit" 

CHEERFULNESS. 

I  think  we  are  too  reatly  with  complaint. 

In  this  fair  worM  of  God's.      Had  we  no  ho{>e, 
Indee<l,  Ix'yond  the  /enith    and  the  Kh)pe 

Of  yon  gray  bank  of  sky.  we  mi;:ht  grow  faint 

To  muse  upon  Kt«-rnily's  constraint 

Hnuiid  our  as[>irant  souls;    but  since  the  scope 
Must  wi<len  early,  is  it  well  to  droop. 

For  a  few  days  consimied  in  loss  and  taint  ? 

O  i)Usillaiiimous  heart,  be  comforted  ; 

And  like  a  cheerful  traveller  lake  the  n)ad, 

Sin;;ing  U'sidt;  the  hedge.      What  if  the  bread 
Be  bitter  in  thine  inn  and  thou  unsluxl 

To  meet  the  flints  ?   At  least  it  may  Ik-   said, 

"  Because  the  way  is  short,  I  thank  Thee,  God." 

MBJ.  aMMraiiia. 

THE    PAINTERS    PRAYER 

Ad  Indtlrnt  in  the  pb1dUd(  nf  Ilolnuui  nunt'i  "  IJghl  erf  Um  WotM.' 

1  '*  Nay,"  he  said,  "  it  is  not  done. 
At  to-morrow's  set  of  sun 
Come  again,  if  you  would  see 

What  the  finished  thought  would  be." 
•Si might  they  went.      The  heavy  door 
On  its  hinges  swung  once  more, 
As  within  the  studio  dim 
Eye  and  heart  took  heed  of  Ilim  ! 

2  How  the  Presence  fills  the  rofim, 
IJrightening  all  its  dusky  gl<H)m  I 
Saintii  and  martyrs  turne<I  their  eyes 
From  the  hills  of  Paradise  ; 

Rapt  in  holy  ecstasy, 
Mary  smileil  her  son  to  see. 
Letting  all  her  lilies  fall 
At  His  feet — the  Lonl  of  all ! 

3  Hut  the  painter  Iwwed  his  head. 
Lost  in  wonder  and  in  dn-ail. 
And  as  at  the  holy  shrine. 
Knelt  before  the  form  ilivine. 

All  ha<l  |)asM>d — the  pride,  the  power, 
Of  the  soul's  creative  hour — 
Exaltation's  soaring  flight 
Is  the  spirit's  loftiest  bight. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


4  TIa<l  lio  (larod  to  paint  the  Lord  ? 
Dared  til  paint  ilic  C  lirist,  tlici  Word? 
All,  llie  tolly  i  Ah,  the  sin  1 

Ah,  the  shame  his  soul  within  ! 
Saints  might  turn  on  him  their  eyes 
From  the  hills  of  Paradise, 
But  the  painter  could  not  i)rook 
On  that  pictured  face  to  look. 

5  Yet  the  form  was  j^rand  and  fair, 
Fit  to  move  a  world  to  prayer, 
Godlike  in  its  strength  and  stress, 
Human  in  its  tenderness. 

From  it  streauaed  tlie  light  divine, 
O'er  it  drooped  the  heavenly  vine, 
And  beneath  the  bending  spray 
Stood  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way  I 

6  Suddeidy,  with  eager  hold. 
Back  he  swept  the  curtain's  fold, 
Letting  all  the  sunset  glow 
O'er  the  living  canvas  flow. 
Surely  then  the  wondrous  eyes 
Met  his  own  in  tenderest  wise. 
And  the  Loril  Christ,  half  revealed. 
Smiled  upon  him  as  he  kneeled. 

7  Trembling,  throbbing,  cpiick  as  thought. 
Up  he  brush  and  palette  caught. 

And  where  deepest  shade  was  thrown 
Set  one  sign  for  God  alone  ! 
Years  have  passed — but,  even  yet, 
Where  the  massive  frame  is  set 
You  may  find  these  words,  '•  Nee  me 
Prietermittas  Domine  !  " 

8  "  Neither  pass  me  by,  O  Lord  !  " 
Christ,  the  Life,  the  Light,  the  Word, 
Low  we  bow  before  Thy  feet. 

Thy  remembrance  to  entreat ! 
In  our  soul's  most  secret  place, 
For  no  eye  but  Thine  to  trace, 
Lo,  this  prayer  we  write  :  ''  Nee  me 
Praetermittas  Domine  I  " 

JULIA  a  R.  DORR. 


SET   APART. 

1  Last  night  in  vivid  dreams  T  saw  a  lovely  isle 

Far  out  from  peopled  shores,  alone  in  all  the  sea. 
Crowned  with  lu.vuriant  gifts,  with  nature's  sweetest 
smile. 
Yet  brooding  o'er  it  all  weird,  sad  solemnity. 

2  The    waves    were   knit   with   crossing  paths,  from 

shore  to  shore. 
Adventure,  pleasure,  thirst  for  knowledge,  j)ower 
or  gain 
Made  busier  ocean-streets,  as  strong  ships  fastc^rbore 
More   life   and   weal  til   between  the  cities  of   the 
plain. 


3  Yet  never  boat  lay  anchored  by  my  lonely  isle, 

No  i\:i<i  was  raised — or  si^fnalled  t'loni  its  voiceless 
shore ; 
Years  drifted  to  decades — it  seemed  a  weary  wliile  ; 
No  earnest  seeker  came  its  mysteries  to  explore. 

4  I  watched  with  anxious  eyes  thro'  hours  of  troubled 

sleep. 
No  passing  ship  took  note,  or  even  rested  near, 
All  paths  seemed  curved  away  as  if  to  ever  keep 
Its   life    apart  from   living   voice,  or  household 

cheer. 

5  And  yet  a  radiance  strange  dwelt  in  its  atmosphere. 

Sweet  peace,   more   palpable  than  the  cold  sea's 

embrace 
Encircled  it, — as  if  some  lofty  temple  there 

Was  built  to  the  great  Heart  that  surely  holds  our 

race. 

6  At  last,  from  saddened  sleep,    to   sadder   waking 

thought 
I  rose  with  sudden  shock  ;  my  dream  was  not  a 

dream 
Each  mortal  life  hath  its  appointed  lot,  and  naught 
Avails  to  change  its  duties,  or  its  ills  redeem.  ' 

7  My  sad  dream-island  had  a  full  significance 

And  ])arallel  in  many  isolated  lives. 
The  vi\  id  syml)olism  throughout  my  dreamful  trance 
Shadowed  realities  that  every  age  survives. 

8  Life's  sea  is  dotted  everywhere  with  roving  barks, 

Life's  land  on  either  side  trembles  with  hurrying 

feet. 
All  seek  some  common  goal  to  win  ;  all  aim  at  marks 
Within  the  ken  and  sphere  of  half  the  souls   they 

meet. 

9  Companionship^and  all  its  wondrous  bliss  or  care — 

The  warp  of  social  law,  shot  with  bright  woof  of 
heart, 
Bind  each  to  all ;  thank  God  few  can,  or  need,  or 
dare 
Unloose  all  that,  and  seek  to  have  their  lot — apart! 

10  God  setteth  starry  worlds  in  constellated  gronjis. 

All  human  souls  in  families,  and  these  in   homes. 
The  birds  in  mated  nests,  insi'cts  in  summer   troops, 
And  arching  every  kind,  their  own  sure  heav'nly 
domes. 

11  And  yet  in  earth's  Gethsemanes,  some  watch  alone  I 

Sf)ine  deep  interior  call — above  the  outward  law — 
Sets  them  apart  as  burial  gardens  where  are  sown 
The  costly  seeds  of  broader  thought,  more  rev'rent 
awe ! 

ISAPORK  O.   JErFBRT. 

lu  •'  Weekly  Magazine." 
Chicaeo.  Ul.,  Feb.  14,  ISSt 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAHS.  EASTER,  dr. 

UNHINDERED.  JJllss  Oiilootibritige 


8;;.. 


1  With  jovous  l.ii>tc  :iloi.<,'  the  busy  street, 

Close  ill  tlie  Master's  steps  Anseliiio  went; 
But  seeing  one  in  need,  lie  staved  his  f«*'-> 

And  words  ol  cheer  with  kindly  stivice  blent. 

2  "  Thanks,  brother,  for  thv  Inli* !  "  the  stranger  eried  ; 

•'  May  He  who  loveth  love  thy  soul  reward. 
Hut  s.-arching  near  an.l  fur,  Ansclmo  sighed.^ 
"Alas  !  in  lurrying  I  have  lost  my  Lord  . 

3  Y,-t  while  he  spoke  his  heart  within  hia.  burned. 

For    lo  :  apart,  h.n.-ath  the  pahn-tref  s  shade. 
The  MasU-r,  waiting,  towanl   His  follower  turned 
And  .mxcious  answer  to  his  grieving  made  : 

4  "  For  know,"  He  said,  "not  thus  shall  hindrance  be  ; 

For  loving  deeds  but  draw  thee  near.r  Me. 

JIABV    ».    KLtlllHT. 

8m  Hubor,  M.  Y.,  Aiu.  18M. 


TRUST. 

1   1  do  not  and  I  will  not 

ijflifve  that  (JiHJ  forgets! 
I  know  that  life  is  weary. 

And  full  of  vain  regrets; — 
Is  hard,  and  sad  and  tearful 

And  holding  eiulless  jtain  ; 
But  tlu>  tender  Christ  was  pitiful 

And  for  our  griefs  was  slaiu. 

2  I  do  not  and  I  w  ill  not 

Believe  He  fails  to  hear- 
That  the  sighing  ami  the  crying 

Will  tinii  unwilling  ear. 
I  know  w"  cannot  comprehend 

Mis  ureal.  His  wondrous  jdan ; 
But  Oh',  the  Christ  w:is   pitiful 

And  brought  His  love  to  man. 

OI'IUIK  SCOTT  rAMPBII-U 
Cblca«o,  m. 

THE   VALUE    OF    A    SOUL. 

Friend,  wouldst  thou  know  the  value  of  a  soul  ? 

(lo.  count  the  stars,  and  give  their  numln'r  true; 

Weigh  the  whole  world,  then  write  its  p«Tfcct  weight ; 

Value  earth's  every  treasure  at  its  worth. 

Then  aild  together  number,  weight  and  sum 

And  multiply  their  pnMluct  by  itself. 

Time  and  again,  until  tluir  figures  reach 

High  as  a  man's  highest  power  can  compute. 

Then  lay  the  whole  within  some  balance  true, 

And  iu  another  I  will  lay  a  soul. 

One  single,  heaven-lMirn  soul,  and  you  shall  see 

That  as  a  mountain  towers  alxne  a  vale. 

As  grains  of  dust  app-ar  by  tons  of  gold. 

So  doth  ft  single  soul  excel  iu  worth 

All  things  this  side  of  Heaven. 

AJIOIB  rVLLSB. 


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Uic  huU  ..(  U<rk>»ln  •  riic  M-umUu.!  ol  Amcnc*.-  H«  mitcnXtW 
WL-re  ».  eiumniuy  |.l-u»  Ui»t  tlirre  ul  lliciu  w«rv  iIh«cu  lijf  Mt».  Hif 
ouniiy.  IU  uer  •  Bi.^n.phy  ol  »  •"<"  V/uiuru."  lo  ^i  Unxu  U..  tn«bu^ 
eimini.U-. ..I  frllisiou.  i»ccl..i,or.  Her  ant  i.^il«l  cflu^..i«  «rr»  i«b- 
lUli.d  in  U.r  .  ...1  ill  Mm  <  lilia.  •  M.KS.1U11)   '     All«-n»»r4 

.hcwrnUfi.i  .ii,ilnilirr|«|«-n      In  lnJt  JirU^miU'^i'^Ml'- 

ri  In  Uia  AIIki:      I  ,„in»r>.  ■imI  "'«"'»«"'"•"""'"' '"••'°'""' 

liirtltuUon  In  Hi.-.ki,n.  »hrn-  .lir  lonn  |.r.»(.l«l  v. till  inlnglra  frntlrur- 
aiid  riienfy.  Ill  1><T  UK-ful  I.UI  iri-arl*.iiir  Yt«alli.n  There  U  » tiunAtcHJ 
kud  CUrtftUfcO  hoiiclQlnew  »U>ut  all  b<w  pruducUoiii 


FROM    "LIFE'S    LIGHT    AND   SHADE." 

Thus,  ever,  in  the  steps  of  grief. 

Are  sown  the  precious  seetU  of  joy  ; 
Kaeh  founl  of  .Maiah  hath  a  leaf. 

Whose  healing  lialiii  we  may  employ. 
Then,  'mid  life's  fitful.  Heeling  day. 

Look  up  !   the  sky  is  bright  above  ! 
Kiinl  voices  cheer  thee  on  thy  way  ! 

Faint  sjiiritl  trust  the  (JimI  of  Love! 

Miw  A.  b.  woouiikiiMiK.  1M7. 


INCONSISTENCY. 


1  We  wander  up  ami  down  Life's  pleasant  path  ; 
We  scale  the  hills,  and  reach  out  for  the  stars  ; 
Through  eyes  all  blin<led  by  the  dust  of  sin. 
We  strive  to  peer  betwixt  the  Heavenly  bars — 

2  Tn  search  of  what  ?  Of  peace,  or  joy.  or  n-st  ? 
Nav  :  each  is  springing  thickly  round  our  way  ; 
But  still  we  reach  out  longing  hands,  and  cry 
Like  children  who  are  tired  of  play. 

MAiir  KTKJkTToic  ncwnr. 
In  "  Tb«  fbiCMu  TiIInum.* 


TRACES. 

1  Pmv,  where  are  all  the  joys  you've  known  ? 

Tliev  show  not  in  your  face  ; 
While  this  one  grief  is  written  there 
In  lines  that  all  may  trace. 

2  Ah  !  .Toy's  dear  touch  so  liirhilv  fall«  : 

While  firii-fs  relentless  liand 
Sweeps  o'er  the  f:ici-  wiili  fiiii.'<'n»  hnr»h. 
And  stamps  with  iron  brand. 

■  uiRA  J  Mvrnif. 

In  ~Thr  f^kmtrnTfitmim.' 
ilnsdBaVidm  UUk. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SO  NO. 


Sarah  |V  (looptr. 


At  CuvnoTia,  New  York,  io  1836,  Sanb  B.  lugcnoll  opened  her  blu« 
oyo«  on  a  "worlJ  of  awfct  •un>ri>i'a,'*  wliicb,  from  that  (Uy  to  this,  sha 
hai  nM4l«  a  "world  of  joy"  anil  un  erur  liicrraaiiii;  iwriua  of  "sweet 
tarpr\M»"  to  tb<ia«  who  know  ami  lure  her.  She  lias  the  ram  faculty  of 
enatiutf  worlds  for  people,  makiu(  the  cirouinfcruuce  iu  ratio  with  the 
diaint'ter  of  need. 

Her  literary  character  has  always  been  pronouuced.  When  twelre 
ytsan  of  a(e  she  wrote  for  tlm  village  paper,  and  since  that  time  she  has 
been  a  retcular  oontriljutor  (o  various  Irtadiiig  ueH's|>a|>er8  and  period- 
icals, and  for  four  years  was  eauattod  on  the  "  Uverbnd  Monthly."  Her 
reviowB  and  editorial  work,  together  with  stories  an-i  other  prose  articles, 
have  given  her  an  established  reimtation  in  the  literary  world.  She  has 
prepare<l  the  "  EducAtional  Report  of  the  State  of  California  for  the 
National  Bureau  of  Kducation"  at  WashiiiKtou.  for  the  past  ten  years. 

In  1875  the  alumni  of  Oazcnovia  Seminary  gathered  from  near  and  far 
to  celebrate  her  semi-ccuteni.ial  Jubilee,  and  Mra.  CiM>|)er  brought  from 
her  California  home  a  wonderful  wreath  of  golden  words  to  crown  her 
AUna  MntiT.  —  a  poem.  "  lietro8i>ect  and  Prospect."  from  which  we 
gleau  some  procions  gems.     (Mrs.  E.  T.  Housh.  io  "Woman  at  Work.") 

'TWAS    A   VISION    BEATIFIC. 

1  'T  was    a   vision  beatific,    in    its    lambent    lu.stre 

bright : 

'T  was  a  heaven-born  inspiration,  that  secured  the 
vested  right 

To  woinaii  in  tiiis  charter — and  the  world,  with 
imich  ado, 

Heard  tlie  drum-beat  of  progression  in  this  mur- 
muring tattoo. 

2  Bright  with  .scintillating  splendors  shone   the  star 

just  luwly  born  ; 
All   divinely  aromatic  was   the  fragrance   of  that 

morn, 
When    endowed    with  duplex   glor^',   in  its    dual 

unity. 
History  throbbed  with  expectation  in  the  franchise 

full  and  free. 

3  Free  to  woman  in  her  yearning  for  the  lofty  and 

the  true. 
From    her    native    inspiration   to  project   and    to 

pursue. 
Life-work  shaped  by  intuition,  which  if  faithfully 

obeyed, 
Always  finds  the  mental  fibre  out  of  which  success 

is  made. 

4  Through  the  avenues  of  culture,  free  of  scope  and 

wide  of  range. 

Let  the  sexe.s  roam  unfettered  in  the  loftiest  inter- 
change ! 

In  the  flash  of  mind  attrition  wondrous  glints  of 
truth  are  caught ; 

Mind  itself  becomes  forensic,  grandly  signeted 
with  thought, 

5  Be  omnipotent  insclf-hood!     What  you  are   that 

grainliy  be, 
For    to    make  of    life   a    fiction    is    an    irksome 

travesty. 
Nature  knows   no  affectation,  bluster   ill   becomes 

the  brave ; 
Life  unreal    shall    evanish    in    th'  alembic    of    the 

grave. 


G  Manhood    wins    by    stern    commanding,    potent 

through  the  power  of  will  ; 
Womanhood  commands  by  winning,  with  a  sway 

more  regal  .still. 
Man    upon   his    stalwart  shoulder  binds  his  load 

with  matchless  art. 
Woman   hides   her   life-experience  in  her  secret, 

secret  heart. 

7  So  that  culture  must  be  noblest  which  in  harmony 

divine. 
With  Creation's  primal  method,  in  the  glad  Edenic 

time, 
Linked   the    sexes     in   communion — dual   life   in 

unity — 
Just  as  branches,  though  diverging,  still  converge 

to  form  a  tree. 

8  "What  if  in  the  realm  of  culture  rosy  signals  inter- 

change ! 
In  life's  holiday  of  romance  this  is  nothing  new  or 

strange. 
What  if   harmonies  ecstatic   drop   distilling   from 

above  I 
What  if  tender  plant  of   friendship    blossom    out 

with  flowers  of  love  ! 

9  Eyes  may  dart   exultant    havoc    into   palpitating 

hearts, — 

Just  like  aroma  of  flowers  speed  love's  non-com- 
missioned darts  ; 

And  the  stars  do  blink  and  twinkle,  and  in  rain- 
bowed  splendors  drest, 

Bends  tlie  sky  above  in  blessing — Ah  !  methinks 
you  know  the  rest. 

10  Think  ye  that  affection  falters  with   love's  roseate 

morning  gone  ? 
Nay  !  the  blossom  sings  no  dirges  as  the  fruitage 

hastens  on. 
And  that  .soul  by  growth  expanded,  be   it  lover, 

husband,  wife, 
Findeth  in  the  law  of  sacrifice  the  grandest  law  of 

life." 

There  are  exquisite  touches  in  the  tribute  to  "the  alumni  of  the  sky." 

11  "We  do  call  them  dead  who've  left  us —   what  a 

strange  misnomer  this  ! 
When  the  crystal  lenses  of  this  life  disclose  that 

life  of  bliss  I 
Whispering  breezes  from  Hereafter  pulsate  through 

the  earth's  wide  strand. 
As  the  breezes  from  the  ocean   find  their  way  far 

into  land. 

12  Strangely  sweet  the  inspiration  !  all  our  inner  being 

thrills; 
God's  wiiite-winged   host  our   aids-decamp,  while 

encani|iing  on  earth's  hills 
With    munitions    for    the    conflict — and    we    send 

warm  greetings  back 
As  wc  watch  the  flitting  whiteness  of  their  unseen 

btailcss  track. 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER,  Jet. 


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13  TciKler,    motherly    (Icvotion.    grown    to    gtianlian 

anijclliood, 
Still    (lis])(n>iiig   heavenly   counsel,  yet   so  dimly 

uii(ltM°.stt)u<I ; 
Fathers  bending  o'er  the   battlemeiitH    in    ministry 

of  love, 
Sisters  reaching  out  for  brothers    from   the   glory- 

hcigiits  above. 

14  Absent  children  penning  letters   from    the  school- 

room of  the  sky, 
And  we    sometimes    catch    their    message    as    the 

niijlit-shadfs  wander  by  ; 
Just  as  birds  from  out  the  woo<Uand  sing  their  song, 

then  upward  soar — 
Sing  their  song,  then  dip  their  wings,  and   leave  it 
silent  as  before." 

HARAii  n.  roorcR. 
S*n  Fruicij«u,  CiU.  1875. 


(flla  »frlfr  OTcot. 

The  foUowtng  qnntotJoiu  found  lu  "The  Wivkljr  MM»«<n»*  >ra  frnm 
■pn^uhcK  nuKlo  at  %  n-owptlnn  t<>n<l>'rr>l  KIU  Whtilrr,  lo  Mllwmakoc, 
Wlinoiiiiln,  her  i>M  hnnir,  on  the  rroiiiiig  afVr  tluU  of  Droorstlon  D»]r, 
1883.  Altlmuiih  Mr«.  Wiloiz,  aomo  yean  (Ince,  rxprvMol  Kuilmoiit 
that  rrcrirod  at*ri'rv  oiitlciiuii,  aho  h«a  written  nincl)  U>  which  the  iQrwt 
fa<tiJi<>u*  In  tMte  an>l  ChrlatUn  In  chArmclcr  <mii  take  Doeiocptlnn. 
E«i>eoUllr  l>  thi«  true  of  hiT  Utrr  wnrki,  which  breathe  forth  a  deep 
TclUlinu  ftH'llns  anil  purity  of  thousht. 

"Ella  Whtvltr  has  not  ri'iched  hvr  prvaent  incrit<-d  poaitioo  lo  tha 
heartMof  th**  pnijO*^  without  a  iitnifgle,  Sho  luu  had  no  eaay  mad  to 
traTcL  Thorns  aii<l  briars  have  beset  hvr  |<ath.  and  to-day  with  that 
motto  licfore  her  sho  is  stnixgllni;  on  to  naoh  the  "summit  of  tht>  high- 
est mound,'  and  wu  haTv  met  hfre  t<vnight  to  clear  away  a  frw  of  the 
obnoxious  hrambirs  that  buwt  hrr  way.  Flla  MTheeler  baa  workt^ 
Although  young  and  bright  as  a  sunlx-am.  hrr  hour*,  da^-i,  wreka, 
inontha.  years  hare  been  long  and  labitrloua— and  as  a  mult  the  literary 
world  and  many  pcnplr  of  out  onmmon  oonntry  hara  been  iiia<lc  happier 
and  brttrr  by  nxullng  her  lines.  So  It  la  maet  and  proiMr  that  wr  should 
gire  hrr  this  reception,  extrnd  to  her  the  right  hand  of  fellowship,  Joy 
with  her,  and  bid  her  Oo<l  sprrd  with  the  young  America  Wlaoooain 
motto,  "  Forwanl,"  eTrr  before  her." 

Mr.  T,  W  Handford,  editor  for  the  pnhUahlng  house  of  Belfnrd. 
Clarke  k  Co.,  then  rose  to  present  the  flr^t  copy  of  one  of  hrrTohiinea 
of  pnrma.     After  anme  Introductory  ohscmttlona,  Mr.   Handfnnl  said: 

I  am  Impreaard  with  the  thought  that  the  pnrpose  o(  this  mrrtini;  ia 
aomcthing  unique  In  nnr  experienos.  Yesterday  was  Decoration  Day, 
and  ten  thousand  grarcs  were  decked  with  emblrma  of  the  lore  we 
cherish  In  memory  nf  the  hertiic  dead.  Rut  to-night  we  are  gath ml  to 
blnil  hay  Irariw  abnnt  a  llring  brow.  We  do  well  to  honor  the  drail,  and 
w«  do  c<]iia]ly  wrll  to  cheer  the  llTlng  A  llttlo  kindly  thotight  will  help 
lbs  llring  morv  than  all  our  praises  on  tonila  will  help  them  whrn  they 
•re  gone.  For  the  i>ii«t  part,  porta  harp  been  left  to  atmale  on  without 
a  wor'l  nf  cheer.  Whrn  I  brant  tivnight  that  Mias  Wheeler's  Ont  fee 
amountr<l  to  the  matfniflcrnt  sum  of  fotir  dollars,  I  thought  ah«  ought 
to  he  oingratulatrd,  ami  I  would  comfort  her  by  the  thought  that  John 
Milton  only  rrcvlTrd  one  hiindrtxl  dollars  for  hia  "  Paimdlae  tyMt." 

We  are  lirlng  In  rrry  remarkable  times.  It  la  not  ao  long  since  it 
WM  thought  that  a  woman  had  no  place  In  literature:  hrr  doty  was  with 
the  distaff  ao'l  spindlr.  and  In  make  cake  for  the  hungry  limls  nf  rrra- 
tion:  but  such  wonim  as  Klliahv'th  Barrett  Browning.  Mrs  Harriet 
Beeehrr  Stowe.  the  Cary  SIstrrs  and  a  boat  of  olhars,  hare  ehangnl  all 
this.  Thry  bare  ina<te  grxid  thrlr  claim  to  a  high  plaes  in  ths  tanpla  of 
litrrature.  Mr.  Hjindfonl  conclndrd  by  rra<ling  nns  soiuiat  flan  Um 
n«w  bouk.catlid  "A  CrrMl,'  which  ha  said  waswurthyof  Tranyioa  or 
Eiuaiiiiu  In  their  happirat  moods, 

Vnitad  Stale*  Attorney  (.1,  C.  Haileton.  In  aeorptlng  the  mlama, 
made  an  rthaiistlTr  and  riprrwdTr  sprorh,  in  whirh  he  m\  forth  the 
dignity  and  ralua  of  the  true  poet,  and  spoke  la  ferrsnt  language  of  tbs 


Btruuglr*  and  cnnquesta'of  Mlaa  Whaalsr's  briaf  earaer.  It  must  liars 
l)rfi(  ni'Mt  rttcouraging  tji  the  yonrig  poetaaa  ttt  rvorlve  auch  wordaof 
eonim<  ikIa'.Iiiti  and  praian  from  such  ll|is.  Mr  Itaiieton'a  sprrcii  waa 
worthy  of  any  amllenoe,  and  eapeelally  worthy  of  that  aulc|uo  iMcaaitjo. 

The  lion,  Jusliua  H'.ark  aocrptrd  tlio  Tolunin  lu  brhaJf  of  the  Trua- 
leesof  the  I'ubllc  Library,  and  rrmludcd  Miai  Whrolci  that  sImi  was 
now  to  find  a  very  hunortxl  (ilaoe,  but  ona  U)  whithslio  h,4<la  Just  awl 
honorable  claim.  Hido  by  aide  with  Milton  and  Cowprrand  the  lalar 
ports  of  tha  Wr«t,  RIU  Wh«Urr'«  "I'"rms"  would  find  a  plaos. 

Grn.  II.  C.  Hobart  then  made  a  brief  s|>r<<ch.  In  which  he  aid  Ifcart 
were  nthrr  onnfllota  than  those  fought  on  actu,U  Uatlr-ttelds,  and  pralasd 
the  brrtiUra  and  omragv  with  which  Miss  Whcclrr  liad  met  and  Con- 
'incrrd  dilllrultirs  tliat  would  hare  bafBol  many  a  man.  Turning  from 
the  audirncr  lo  MiM  Whixlrr.  the  rcnrrabli-  Ornrral  said  half  a  dnaeo 
Words  thut  wrre  tremulous  with  emotion.  aJiil  as  he  handed  her  tha  OHT 
krt  of  r'ld  aald,  "Ba  brmre,  always  be  brarn  " 

.Mis*  Wlieelar  Mood  for  a  faw  momenta  bowing  to  the  andlrnea  who 
chrrrrd  andlhrn  riaingtotlirirfnr  ft  <r<-n-.l  again  loud  and  l<ni(  Wbaa 
allrnce  was  obiainnl.  Mr.  Alma  Aldrlch  read  Miaa  Wheeler's  rvplywhloh 
took  the  folkiwlug  puetio  form  : 

1  Speak  for  me,  friend,  whose  lips  are  ever  ready 

With  chosen  words  to  voice  anollicr's  tlioiight, 
Aly  sliakiii  heart  would  make  my  tones  unsteady— 
Speak  lliou  tht!  words  I  ouglil. 

2  Say  that  the  love  I  give  in  lavish  fashion. 

To  all  (Jo<rs  living  creatures  everywhere 
Perv.ides  me  with  a  deep  and  holy  paitsiou — 
A  wordless,  grateful  |irayer. 

3  Say  that  the  gifts  I  may  have  used  too  lightly — 

As  children  toss  rare  gems  in  careless  niirlli — 
From  tliis  glad  hour — henceforth — shall  shine  more 
brightly 
And  prove  their  real  worth. 

4  Say  tliat  my  life  shall  be  one  grand  endeavor 

To  reach  a  nobler  womanhiHMJ's  fair  height ; 
Say  how  my  earnest  aim  is  Uj — forever — 
Be  worthy  of  this  night. 

During  the  errning  Mrs.  II.  F..  Chapman  rra<l  mnsi  effeetlrely  from 
the  new  rnlume  "The  Lost  nardrn,"  "The  Brautitul  Iaiio  of  Noil." 
and  other  jiocma.  EMa  Wheeler  has  alreaily  sconnplishrd  much.  Hba 
has  written  ort-r  twelre  hun'lred  porma,  t4>  say  nothing  of  a  number  of 
stories.  Hrr  st<irirs  in  no  way  oompare  with  hrr  portry.  Her  most  so- 
thusiastic  adnilrvrs  admit  thl&     Poetry  Is  her  natural  langnace 

Miaa  WheeUr  was  niarriid  in'.May,  18S4,  to  IU>bprl  M.  Wilcox,  a  ynang 
maanfaclurrr  of  .Mm<lrn,  Ct.  Hhe  writea  as  much  aa  ever,  ahnwlag  no 
Idea  of  abaniloning  hrr  muaa. 


THE    HYACINTH. 

1  Without,  the  snow  lies  drifted  on  the  hilU, 

Dark,  lowering  storm-cloinis  fill  the  air  with  gloom  ; 
Within,  the  hyacinth  with  frai:raiice  tills, 
And  heavenly  beauty,  all  the  lonely  nNim. 

2  Dear  flower,  of  all  the  (lowprs  I  love  thee  Itent, 

Forever  yet  while  winter's  icy  breath 
Prisons  the  streams  and  hcdds  tiie  gnuta  and  flowers, 
Wrap|KH|  in  the  oerenienia  »nd  the  gloom  of  de«lh. 


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WOifAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


3  Bursting  tliy  grave  clothes  and  the  imprisoning  mould, 

III  all  tliy  t'resli  new  hi-auty  tliou  art  Iiitc, 
The  same  dear  IVaiirant  llouer  we  knew  of  old, 
Telling  the  miracle  of  spring  is  near. 

4  Sweet  flower,  thou  comfortest  my  sorrowing  soul ! 

Thee  the  Great  Source  of  Life  reineniliereth, 
An<l  at  the  apj)ointed  tiuKS  as  seasons  roll, 

Giveth  thee  power  to  hurst  the  bonds  of  death  ; 

5  Can  I  not  to  His  unforgetting  care 

Entrust  those  lonely  graves,  where  cold  and  low, 
And  far  apart  beneath  the  wintry  skies, 

My  darlings  sleep  under  the  drifting  snow? 

HELEN  E.  STAKBETT. 


NOBLESSE   OBLIGE. 

I  hold  it  the  duty  of  one  who  is  gifted, 

And  royally  dowered  in  all  men's  sight, 
To  know  no  rest  till  his  life  is  lifted 

Kully  up  to  his  great  gifts'  height. 
He  must  mohl  the  man  into  rare  completeness, 

Kor  gems  are  set  only  in  gold  refined; 
He  must  fashion  his  thoughts  into  ])erfect  sweetness. 

And  cast  out  folly  and  pride  from  his  mind. 
For  he  who  drinks  from  a  god's  gold  chalice 

Of  art,  or  nuisic,  or  rhythmic  song. 
Must  sift  from  his  soul  the  chaff  of  malice. 

And  weed  from  his  heart  the  roots  of  wrong. 
For  I  think  the  wrath  of  an  outraged  Heaven 

Should  fall  on  the  chosen  and  dowered  soul 
That  allows  a  lump  of  selfish  leaven, 

By  slow  fermenting,  to  spoil  the  whole. 
Great  gifts  should  be  worn  like  a  crown  befitting, 

And  not  like  gems  on  a  beggar's  hands  ; 
And  the  toil  must  be  constant  and  unremitting 

That  lifts  up  the  king  to  the  crown's  demands. 

ELLA   WUEELKR. 


gose  %iXXl 


Was  bom  in  1827.  on  a  farm  near  Hartford,  Conn.  When  8ix  years  of 
■(e  her  fuinily  m<>vc<l  into  the  city  and  dwelt  iu  a  Krand  old  brick  luau- 
»Ion  built  by  one  of  herancest')r8.  Colonel  Wadswortli,  for  his  (laughter. 
In  1799.  Twenty-live  years  ago.  «beu  the  first  number  of  the  "  Atlantic 
Monthly"  malic  its  appearance,  the  leading  storj-  was  written  by  the  sub- 
ject of  thU  sketch.  Previoiui  to  or  about  this  time,  she  published  a  serial 
Btory— "The  Mormon's  wife,"  in  "  Putmau's  Mag^izine."  It  isstated  that 
it  <ra«  not  the  experience  of  years,  for  she  wan  then  young,  but  the  intui- 
tioDS  of  genius,  the  kind  heart  crer  in  S)'rapat)iy  with  the  woe«  of  otiiers, 
tliat  brought  forth  from  her  brain  and  biing  the  strong  yet  delicate 
argument  against  the  ini<iuity  tbreati'niiig  to  undermine  the  founda- 
tions of  our  civjliziktion.  the  s.icri'd  tics  of  family,  bruising  the  hearts  of 
our  sisters  and  sadly  deliasing  man. 

At  the  ag>'  of  sixteen  she  both  graduated  and  utdted  with  the  church. 
The  celebrated  Mrs  .Sigournoy  wa«  her  teacher  at  fine  time.  Her  first 
piM-m  was  pnblisheil  iu  the  New  York  "  Tribune."  umler  the  pseudonym 
of  her  mother's  initials,  thus  slioHing  her  modest,  sensitive,  shrinking 
nature,  traits  usually  inherent  in  a  geinn'ne|KH'tic  temiM'ranient.  Itwa« 
through  the  |>er«Mt«ut  deuiand  of  friends  that  her  iKwnu  were  gathcrtid 


into  a  volume.  Her  patriotism,  her  politlcsand  lnt«reiit  In  general  topics 
of  the  day,  shine  forth  iu  "  Fremont's  Ride,"  "After  Mie  Comanches  ;"  and 
her  deep  religious  fe«Ung  Is  portrayed  in  the  "  Bell  Songs."  iu  "  Prayer," 
and  other  poems. 

Harriet  Prescott  Spoilord,  her  biographer  Id  "Famous  Women,"  says 
that  "The  Two  Villages,"  a  poem  by  Mrs.  Cooke,  has  been  printed  and 
reprinted,  airricd  in  work-baskets,  txickets  and  pouket-books.  and  every- 
body's heart.  Her  poem  "Doubt"  is  pronounced  "  without  a  iwcr,  in  its 
order,  unless  it  be  Emerson's  'Brahma.'"  Of  her  prose  works,  "Metempsy- 
chosis," published  twenty  years  ago,  is  said  by  able  critics  to  be  exceeded 
in  absolute  beauty  of  imagery  and  expression,  by  nothing  ever  written. 
Several  persons  liave  claimed  to  be  the  writersof  Rose  TerryCook'sarticles, 
declaring  that  name  to  \x  their  nam  ile  plume  ;  but  they  could  not  long 
practice suchanimpositiim.  Mrs.  Harriet  Beecber Stowe,  whobas known 
Mrs.  Cooke  from  childhood,  had  the  pleasure  once,  of  reputing  one  of 
these  false  claims. 

It  was  in  April,  1873,  that  Rose  Terry  married  Rollin  H.  Cooke,  Esq,, 
an  iron  manufacturer  in  Litchfield  Couirty,  Conn.,  which  is  now  her 
home.  It  is  Siiid  her  life  is  an  ideal  one,  her  husband  being  in  perfect 
sympathy  with  her  tastes  and  opinions.  Much  more  isyetexjK'Cti'dfrom 
the  beautiful  life ;— from  the  heart  and  brain  of  tills  gifted  woman  of 
song. 


PANE    PICTURES. 

1  A  wonder-worker  all  night  long 

Has  wrought  his  task  for  me  ; 
Now,  by  the  cold  and  distant  dawn, 

His  miracles  I  see  ; 
His  gravings  on  the  window-pane, 

Of  magic  tracery. 

2  Here  lifts  an  Alpine  summit,  steep 

As  is  the  heavenly  stair, 
A  way-side  cross  below  the  path. 

But  not  a  jjilgrim  there ; 
No  sad  face  of  humanity, 

No  agony  of  prayer. 

3  And  here,  before  a  lonely  lake, 

A  fripge  of  reeds  and  fern  ; 
Across  the  water's  crystal  chill 

No  dying  sunsets  burn. 
You  hear  not  on  that  rushy  shore 

The  call  of  drake  or  tern. 

4  Here  lies  a  crowd  of  broken  boughs, 

A  windfall  in  the  woods: 
Some  wild  and  wandering  hurricane 

Hath  wrecked  these  solitudes  : 
But  on  that  tangled  dreariness 

No  living  step  intrudes. 

5  And  here  is  Arctic  waste  and  woe  ; 

A  glacier's  mighty  face. 
Majestic  ill  its  awful  march, 

Slow  seaward  from  its  place. 
Beneatli  that  frown  of  solemn  death 

There  lives  no  human  trace. 

6  But  slowly  from  the  joyful  East 

Ascends  the  dawning  sun  ; 
Before  his  look  of  light  and  life 

The  magic  is  undone  ; 
The  gr.iccful  |)i(tnres  on  the  pane 

All  vanish,  one  by  one. 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAHS,  EASTER,  ,te. 


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Alas  I  iriusl  all  the  tsoiij^s  I  sing, 

Till-  IraoTifs  of  my  liraiii — 
Till!  little  storii^s  sad  ami  glad — 

1{(!  uttticd  all  ill  vain  ? 
Ami  vanish  wiu'ii  the  Master  comes, 

Like;  jiitturus  on  the  pane  ? 
8  Or  will  they,  in  some  kin<lly  heart 

lionieinhered.  sing  an<l  shine  ? 
For  wrought  from  man's  humanity 

Not  fleeting  frost,  are  mine  ; 
I  love  not  to  Ik;  (|uile  forgot; 

To  die  and  leave  no  sign. 

ItOKE  TRRRV   (-f>OKI. 
Ill  "Hcdbuer," 

THE    UNBIDDEN    GUEST. 

1  Within  my  home  that  empty  seemed,  I  sat 

And  praye<l  for  great»T  blessings.     All 
That  was  mine  own  Beemed  poor  and  mean  and 
small  ; 
And  I  cried  out  rebelliously  for  that 

2  I  hail  not,  saying  if  great  gifts  of  gold 

Were  only  mine,  journeys  in  far-off  lands. 
Were  also  mine,  with  rest  for  Imrdened  hands ; 
If  love,  the  love  I  craved,  would  come  and  fold 

3  Its  arms  around  me  ;   then  would  joy  abide 

Witli  nie  forever  ;   peace  would  ciime  and  bless. 
And  life  would  round  out  from  this  narrownes.s 
Into  a  fullness  new  and  sweet  and  wide. 

4  And  so  I  fretted  'gainst  my  simple  lot. 

And  so  I  prayed  for  fairer,  broader  ways, 
Making  a  burden  of  the  very  days, 
In  mad  regret  for  that  which  I  had  not. 

5  And  then  one  came  unto  my  humble  door 

And    asked     to    enter.     "  Art    thou    love  ?"    I 

cried, 
"Or    wealth    or    fame?     Else    shalt    thou    be 
denied." 
She  answered  :  "Nay,  my  child,  but  I  am  more. 

6  "  0|H>n  to  me,  I  pray  ;  make  mo  thy  guest. 

And  thon  shalt  lind,  although  no  gift  of  gold 
Or  frame  of  love  within  my  hand  I  hold, 
That  with  my  coming  comelh  all  the  best 

7  '•  That  thou  hast  longed   for."     Fair,  the'  grave, 

her  face. 
Soft  was  her  voice,  and  in  her  steadfast  eyes 
I  saw  the  look  of  one  both  true  and  wi.se. 
My  heart  was  sore,  and  so,  with  tardy  grace, 

8  I  bade  her  enter.      How  transfigured 

Seemed  now  the  faithful  love  that  at  my  feet 
So    long  had    lain    unprized !     How    wide    and 
sweet 
Shone  the  small  paths  wherein  I  had  been  led ! 

9  Duty  grew  beautiful  ;  with  calm  consent 

1  saw  the  distant  wealth  of  land  and  sea. 

l>nt  all  fair  things  seemed  given  unto  mo 

The  hour  I  clasped  the  hand  of  dear  Content. 

rASXOTTA   rcuiT. 


PLEA   TO   SCIENCE. 

1  O   Scien<;e,  reaching   backwanl  through  the  dihtancc, 

Mo>t  earnest  child  of  (lod. 
Exposing  all  the  secrets  of  existence, 

Willi  ihy  divining  rinl  ; 
I  bid  thee  speed  up  to  the  heights  su|iernal, 

Clear  lliinker,  ne'er  sufliied  ; 
Go,  seek  and  bind  the  laws  and  truths  clCTual, 

15ut  leave  me  Christ. 

2  Upon  the  vanity  of  pious  sages. 

Let  in  the  light  of  day. 
Break  down  the  superstition  of  ull  ages. 

Thrust  bigotry    away. 
Stride  on,  and  bid  all  .stubborn  foes  deBauce, 

Let  truth  and  reason  reign. 
But  I  beseech  thee,  ()  immortal  Science, 

Let  Christ  remain. 

3  What  canst  thou  give  to  help  me  bear  my  crosses. 

In  place  of  Ilini,  my  Lord? 
And  what  to  reiompense  for  all   my  losses. 

And  bring  me  sweet  reward  ? 
Thou  couldst  not  with  thy  clear,  cold  eyes  of  reason. 

Thou  couldst  not  comfort  me 
Like  one  who  passed  through  that  tear-blotted  season, 

In  sad  Ciethseinane. 

4  Tlirough  all  the  weary,  wearing  hours  of  .sorrow. 

What  word  that  thou  hast  said. 
Would  make  me  strong  to  wait  for  some   to-morrow, 

When  I  should  find  my  dead  ' 
When  I  am  weak,  and  desolate,  and  lonely. 

And  prone  to  follow  wrong. 
Not  thou,  O  Science — Christ,  my  Saviour,  only 

Can  make  me  strong. 

5  Thou  art  so  cold,  so  lofty,  and  so  distant, 

Thouirh  great  my  need  may  l>e. 
No  prayer,  however  constant  and  |>irsi>tent, 

Could  bring  thee  down  to  me. 
Christ  stands  so  near,  to  help  me  through  each  hour. 

To  guide  me  day  by  day. 
O  Science,  sweeping  all  iM-fore  thy  power. 

Leave  Ciirist,  I  pray. 


BIXA  WQKKLSa. 


YESTERDAY. 

To-momnr  tia  "ihlnlnt  Ulr  In  m  ttonny  m "  :  but  ■■  for  jirt«i1*r.- 

1  I  take  your  gifts,  gl.id  yeslenlay  ; 
And  wjien  I  turn  fniin  work  to  jdny. 
From  care  to  rest,  they'll  make  my  joy. 
And  give  my  he.irt  it.s  holiilay. 

2  I  take  your  gift.«,  .s.'mI  yesterday — 
The  Iwtter  deo<ls  I  might  have  done, 
The  tears  I  might  have  wip-d  away. 
The  higher  highlj*  I  might  have  won. 

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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


Strs.  lulia  |icatrirf  gictralf. 


Tlie  muBlo  of  this  iong  was  written  by  Mrs.  Julia  Hcatricc  Mft»«alf  of  Nt-brMka  City,  Neb.,  and  dedicated  to  Miss  Eva  F.  Hunson  (Mrs.  O.  C. 
Bmithi,  (in  hi-r  woldiUK  Jay,  July  13,  1869.  and  la  now  for  the  flrnt  time  iiublinlied.  Mrs.  Metcalf  la  the  daughter  of  Judge  J.  F.  Kiuiiey  of  Ne- 
bnuka  City,  who  for  nine  yo«r»  was  Judrfc  of  the  Supreme  Court  of  Iowa.  The  town  of  Beatrice.  Neb.,  waa  founded  by  the  Judge,  and  named  for  his 
daughter.  She  Is  <ine  of  the  most  prr<mlnent  women  of  the  State,  socially  and  religiously.  poMessing  rare  literary  and  musical  abilities,  enriched  by  a 
high  degree  of  culture.  8<une  years  ago  she  wrote  much  for  "The  Churchman."  an  organ  of  her  chosen  Church  -the  Eplscoi^lian,  to  which  she  is  Tery 
devote<l.  Although  the  following  words  and  music  are  not  strictly  on  the  religious  order,  they  are  surely  sacred  and  therefore  appropriately  find  a 
place  In  this  rolume. 


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RENUNCIATION. 

CnOPIN'S  NOCTURNES.      OPUS  9,    I,  0PC8  48,   t 

1  Will  you  play  me  the  songs  that  you   played  long 
ago, 
When  bosi<lo  us  were  others  who  listened  and 
(Ircanird, 
While  the  summer  night  sank  as  a  soul  sinks  with 
wo«% 
And    as    tears,  tlic    pale    stars   in    her    drapery 
gleamed  ? 

8  No  less  fair  the  hour  present  than  hours  past  and 
gone, 
For   the   silence    is   sacred,    the    wind-gushes, 
balm ; 
And    tho     moon,    like   a   golden    rose,    blooming 
floats  on 
Throujjh  the  gardens  of  God  and   their  infinite 
calm  ! 

8  And  the  windows  to  welcome  the  glory  arc  wide. 
And  the    room    is   a   temple   of    perfume    and 
peace, 


And  my  once-aching  hoarL,  thro'  its  loss  j>uriflc<l. 
Seems  a  iiusli   of   content,    which    shall  never- 
more cease. 

4  Very    strong, — having     put     away    all     that    is 

vain, — 
I  may  listen  and  marvel  the  tune  is  so  pure ; 
Very    quiet    at     last, — having     mea-sured     great 

pain, — 
I  may  follow  each  delicate,  fanciful  lure. 

5  All  the  feverish  dreams  of  a  desperate  soul 

Are  renounced, — all  the  {Muuiionate  pride  of  my 

youth. 
All  the  aims  and  desires  th.it  long  b.iflled  control — 
Deep  flereits  and  slow  sDarcu  bearing  sumblanco 

of  truth  I 

6  And  the  tender  old  songs,  with  a   quaint  burthen 

rill.-<l, 
Wilf  awaken  no  fitish  of  disquiet  in  me; 
For  my  soul  U  cnliglilen<-<l  and   strengthene«l  «n«l 

8tillo<l 
By  the  love  that  has  been  and   the  pence  thai 

shall  bo  ! 

ULT    ■     (VKJIt. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


THE   TOUCH    OF    LIFE. 

1  Our  littlo  life  is  small  indeed, 

If  hut  for  self  we  live ; 
If  oilier  lives  take  naught  from  us, 
And  naught  to  us  can  give. 

2  But  in  and  out  our  lives  are  wrought, 

Love — hate — and  joy  and  pain, 
Time's  fateful  shuttle  moves  along, 
Tho'  we  protest  in  vain. 

3  If  we  but  knew,  who  tread  this  earth — 

Our  fearful  artist-power 
To  mould  each  other  into  form 
Through  every  day  aud  hour ; — 

4  The  wife,  the  husband,  dearest  names, 

Since  Eden  heard  them  first, 
When  the  Lord  walk'd  and  tivlk'd  with  them, 
Ere  sin  their  home  had  curst, — 

5  The  children,  whose  unwritten  brows. 

And  spotless  souls,  declare 
How  delicate  should  be  the  hand 
That  dares  to  venture  there. 

6  The  little  toucli  may  hurt  the  most, — 

A  harsh  or  kind  word  sjwken 
May  light  another's  darken'd  way 
Or  pierce  a  spirit  broken. 

7  Through  time  and  space  our  influence  runs, 

The'  small  it  seem  to  be, 
And  Time's  strange  waves  shall  roll  at  last 
To  God's  eternity. 

8  When  Moses  stood  on  Sinai's  height, 

When  David  struck  his  lyre, 
When  Mars  Hill  sent  the  echoes  back 
Of  Paul's  God-kindled  fire — 

9  They  touch'd  all  lives  in  differing  keys  ; 

And,  circling  on  and  on. 
We  hear  Isaiah's  propliet-tones, 
Tiie  burning  words  of  John. 

10  But  more  that  blest  Life  touches  ours, 

The  human,  the  Divine — 
Wlio  liv'd  to  teach  us  how  to  live — 
•       Tiie  Prince  of  Judah's  line. 

11  'Ilic  mighty  sympathy  of  Christ 

ll<^'.ach'd  every  human  life, 
Thrill'd  from  the  Cross  of  Calvary 
With  wondrous  meaning  rife. 

12  It  touch'd  us  from  the  manger-be<l, 

Wiiere  wise  men  knelt  in  awe 
Before  tho  fairest  baby -form 
That  mortals  ever  saw. 

13  It  touch'd  us  from  the  stormy  wave 

Where  Peter's  faith  grew  dim  ; 
He  show'd  that  we  could  walk  unharm'd, 

If  we  would  walk  with  Him. 
It  It  touch'd  us  from  Mount  Olive's  brow. 

And  from  that  Gaideu's  shade, 
Wiiere  liow'rs  shrank  back  to  see  their  God 

By  a  lip's  touch  betrayed. 


15  And  many  a  lip  has  kissed  to  death 
The  best  of  earth  since  then — 
The  briglitest  ])earls  of  womanhood, 
The  truest,  noblest  men. 
IG  The  earth  is  waiting  pliant  now 
For  some  remoulding  touch  ; 
What  master  voice  shall  teach  us  right. 
Who  teaching  need  so  much  ? 

17  Young  men,  the  cry  appeals  to  you, 

Because  your  hands  are  strong. 
Because  your  hearts  in  God  are  firm ; 
Why  wait  ye  then  so  long  ? 

18  Parents,  the  voice  appeals  to  you, 

To  whom  so  much  is  given  ; 
Ye  hold  within  your  hearts  and  hands 
The  power  to  mould  for  Heaven. 

19  It  lies  with  you  to  give  to  God 

This  fair  earth  bright  and  strong 
And  pure  as  when  the  morning  stars 
Woke  their  exultant  song  ; 

20  And  woman,  your  quick  sense  must  heed 

The  sounds  that  thrill  you  so  ; 
No  other  hearts  like  yours  can  bleed, 
No  lives  such  anguish  know. 

21  And  when  earth's  King,  in  clouds  and  fire. 

Shall  come  to  claim  His  throne. 
The  life  whose  touch  was  truest  here. 
Shall  quickest  touch  His  own. 

MRS.  J.   C.  FIELD. 

In  "Gems  of  Poetry." 

Igo,  Shasta  Ck).,  Cal.  1884. 

■WHAT   THE    MUSIC   SAID. 

CHOPIN'S  NOCTUKNE   in   B   flat  minor.      op.    XV.    3. 

1  I  mourn  my  vanished  years  ! 

Oft  in  the  twilight,  when  the  summer  air 

Is  full  of  fragrance  rare, 
And  dew  drops  fall,  like  tears, 
I  sit  and  dream  of  the  twilights  long  ago, 

Wlien  not  alone  I  sate. 

When,  not  unblessed  of  fate, 
The  softly  drooping  dew,  the  unseen  flowers. 
Breathing  sweet  odors  after  summer  showers, 

Oidy  of  gladness  spoke,  and  not  of  woe. 

2  The  love  I  lost,  the  love  I  might  have  had, 

The  love  1  might  have  given. 
Like  angels  stand  around  me,  silent,  sad. 

Grieving  for  one  shut  out  from  heaven. 
Lifting  their  drooping  wings,  these  float  apart ; 
But  others  round  me  throng  ; 

The  sorrowing  ones  I  might  have  comforted 

With  pitying  tears  I  never  shed ; 
The  weak  and  faint  of  heart 
My  loving  sympalhy  had  rendered  strong  ; 

The  fears  I  might  have  stilled  ; 

The  hopes  that  jicrished  unfulfilled  ; 
High  aspirations  cherished  and  betrayed  ; 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CHRISTAtAS.  NEW  YEARS,  EASTER,  Se. 


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Kindnesses  planiie<l  and  then  delayed 
In  cundessiioss,' or  t-lsc  postponcil  too  lonp;; 
Those  hover  round  nie,  sud  and  sih-iil  too, 
All  yood  1  might  have  done,  allgooti  I  did  not  do. 

3  0  shadows  of  the  Past,  that  niiglit  have  heen 

The  Present,  will  ye  never  mo  forsake? 

Can  vain  regret  but  make 
Your  haunting  wings  more  clearly  seen, 
Your  mute  repriKicli  more  potent?  Can  I  be, 

Never  again,  the  gladsome  child  of  yore, 

The  yontii  so  full  of  hope,  and  glee, 
The  strong  man  glorying  in  conscious  power? 
Is  life  so  nearly  past,  with  all  its  dower. 

That  Love  and  Joy  return  to  nu;  no  more  ? 
Your  pitying  eyes  antl  dumb  lips  auswer  me: 

"  No  more,  alas  !  no  more." 

4  What  can  I  hold,  of  all  that  I  have  now  ? 
What  still  is  mine  of  good  beneath  tii<!  sun  ? 

Even  while  I  grasped  at  Pleasure,  she  was  fled ; 
My  hands  were  empty  as  the  child's  that  hold. 

Crushed  in  their  clasp,  a  moth  with  shining  wings- 
The  fingers  open,  dusty  with  the  gold. 

Where  is  tiie  treasure?  Lol  a  shapeless  thing. 

Its  little  life  exhaled,  its  beauty  dead. 
Chasing  our  moths,  the  summer  day  wo  S|K'nd  ; 

Worn  with  pursuit,  we  win  the  race  at  last, 
To  tlnd  our  goal  is  nothing  but  the  end,— - 

The  end,  and  nothing  more,— and  life  is  iwist. 

5  Soon  kindly  hands  these  hatids  of  mine  shall  fold, 
As  still  as  stone,  upon  a  breast  as  cold ; 

0  haunting  hopes  and  shadows  of  unrest. 
Will  ye  beset  me  still, 

Or  in  that  silence  shall  I  find  relief  ? 
Kndless  existence  as  a  living  Will, 

With  deathless  memory,  unavailing  grief, — 
Or,  closing  up  the  path  we  tre.a4l  no  more, 
And  breaking  in  the  fog  upon  the  shore. 

Oblivion's  dark  waters. — which  were  best  ? 

1  hear  the  reapers  singing  on  the  heights, 
Joyous,  though  weary,  for  their  toil  is  o'er ; 

bo  sheaves  remain  for  gleaners,  even  yet  ? 
Too  late  !  Life's  day  is  over.     Lo  I  the  night's 
Dark  siuidows  close  around  me,  and  regret 
Shall  deepen  to  remorse,  forevermore. 

G  And  yet  it  was  not  in  my  heart  to  sow 

111  seeds,  nor  yet  to  live  a  selfish  life  ; 
Only  I  lackeil  the  stern  resolve,  to  throw 

Man's  fullest  energy  into  the  strife. 
Nor  hicked  alone  the  earnest  will. 
Perhaps  as  well  the  kinilly  thought. 
Which  leads  some  gentle  souls  unconsciously  to  fill 

Life  with  sweet  charities  and  noble  deeds. 

Now,  like  a  garden  full  of  barren  weeds, 
My  heart  lies  desolate  ;   I  know 

That  ill  is  wrought 
By  not  intending  gooil,  through  weakness  of  the  will. 


7  .Still  do  ye  haunt  mo,  Spiriti»  of  the  Pa*t ; 
Hut  now  your  gentle  sigliings  M'em   to  say : 

'•  We  come  a-t  frii-nds,  and  n<jt  a-.  eiiemicK  ; 

Accept  our  warnings,  and,  though  late,  arise  \ 
Do  one  rii^ht  act.  even  if  it  be  thy  la>t. 

No  longer  tarry,  when  thy  Ixjrd  hays.  Come 
Into  the  vineyard  ?    I^-ave  to  Ilim  thy  jmy  ; 

Assurtnl  that  in  the  world'ogreat  Ilarvent  Home, 
The  Miister's  <lealings  shall  be  seen  aright ; 
And,  though  thy  life  Inw  Ixen  a  cloudy  day. 
Perchance  at  evening  time  there  shall  bo  light," 

BKTUUl  TUOKHB. 


MAXIMUS. 

1  I  hold  him  great,  who.  for  love's  sake. 

Can  give  with  generous,  earnest  will ; 
Yet  \w  who  takes  for  love's  sweet  sake 
I  think  1  hold  more  generous  still. 

2  I  bow  iM'fore  the  noble  mind 

That  freely  some  great  wrong  forgives ; 
Yet  nobler  is  the  one  forgiven 

Who  bears  that  burden  well  and  lives. 

3  It  may  lx>  hard  to  gain,  and  still 

To  keep  a  lowly,  steadfast  heart; 
Yet  he  who  loses  hxs  to  lill 
A  harder  and  a  truer  jwirt, 

4  Glorious  it  is  to  wear  the  crown 

Of  a  deservcnl  and  pure  sticcess ; 
He  who  knows  how  to  fail  has  won 
A  crown  whose  luster  is  not  less. 

5  Great  may  be  he  who  can  command 

And  rule  with  just  and  tender  sway  ; 
Yet  is  diviner  wisdom  taught 
Better  by  him  who  can  obey. 

6  Blessed  are  they  who  die  for  God 

And  earn  the  martyr's  crown  of  light; 
Yet  he  who  lives  for  God  may  be 
A  greater  conqueror  in  his  sight. 

ADKLAiOB  raocrc 


THE   OLD   STORY. 

1  Alas  for  the  head  with  the  crown  of  gold ! 
The  tempter  csime  as  he  came  of  old. 
Alxs  for  the  heart  th.it  was  glad  and  light  ! 
Alas  for  the  soul  that  was  pure  and  whiu-.  1 

2  Censure  who  m.ay — condemn  who  must; 
It  wa-H  p«-rfect  faith — it  was  utter  tru«t 
That  a.ske<l  her  promise  :  nor  ph-ilge  nor  sign, 
lie  was  hers — she  was  his  by  law  divine 

8   He  wxH  lifted   up  ;  he  wa«  set  np-irt  : 

He  fille.1  her  thoughu  ;  he  filletl  her  heart  : 
She  oalUil  him  gn>at  ;  she  U  lievt^l  him  true, 
As  women  will,  as  women  do. 


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WOMAff  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


Oh  !  to  botray  such  tender  trust ! 
(God  will  ri'pay,  and  lie  is  just) — 
Throuj^li  wrong  and  ill  slic  loves  him  still, 
As  women  do,  as  women  will. 
Givinjj  little  and  taking  much, 
Fickle  and  false — there  are  many  such — 
Selfish  and  cruel  ! — you  know  the  rest — 
He  broke  the  heart  that  loved  him  best. 


MARY   r.    TUCEKR. 

lu  "Chicago  Herald." 


Sirs,  gintflia  ©pir. 


AmelU  Aldenon  wu  born  at  Norwich  December,  12,  1769.  Her 
father  waa  a  pliyiiician.  In  May,  1798,  »he  marrii^d  Mr.  Opie,  a  celebra- 
ted artist,  who  died  In  1807.  Mm.  Opie  returned  to  Norwich  to  reside 
with  her  father,  until  liisdeath,  after  which  she  becamea  Quakeress.  She 
had  hitherto  published  several  successful  works  of  fiction  and  poems, 
but  after  this  cliange  her  writings  were  more  serious.  She  spent  nnich  of 
ber  time  iu  visiting  the  sick  aud  i>oor.    She  died  December,  2,  1S53. 

LINES   WRITTEN    ON   THE   SEA-SHORE. 

1  Above,  lo  !  cloud  to  cloud  succeeds  ; 

IJelow,  the  waves  in  surges  roll, 
Bounding  and  white,  as  Cxiecian  steeds 
That  bore  their  monarch  to  the  goal. 

2  Now  his  swift  wings  the  sea-bird  lowers, 

For  well  he  reads  the  angry  skies ; 
And  ere  the  storm  its  fury  pours. 
For  shelter  to  the  rock  he  Hies. 

3  Bird  of  the  wave,  when  dangers  threat. 

When  life  looks  dark,  and  all  is  drear, 
Should  dee])  remorse  and  vain  regret 
Rouse  in  my  heart  de.^ponding  fear, 

4  May  I  for  shelter  seek,  like  thee — 

Shelter  which  can  all  fears  remove, 
Aud  to  my  l?ock  of  refuge  flee — 
A  dying  Saviour's  pardoning  love. 

5  Such  wanderers,  Lord,  from  things  impure 

Let  Thy  awakening  Spirit  call ; 
By  hope  of  smiling  mercy  lure 
By  fear  of  frowning  wrath  appall. 

6  For  though  the  missioned  wanderer  go 

O'er  desert  wilds  and  trackless  tides, 
To  regions  of  eternal  snow. 
Or  wheresoever  man  abides — 

7  More  dangerous,  wretched,  rugged,  wide, 

The  best,  the  brightest  path  must  be 
Of  him,  allur'd  from  virtue's  side. 

Who  wanders,  gracious  Go<l,  from  Thee. 

AMKUA  OPIB. 

AT    EVENING. 

1   When  last  night's  sun  went  down, 

O'er  wood  and  field  and  town. 
A  mantle  full  of  (piivering,  rosy  light ; 
The  darting  birds  made  glad  the  airy  height ; 

Along  the  crystal  sky, 


Cloud-banners  floated  high, 
Crimson  and  gold  against  the  tender  blue  ; 

And  whore,  'mid  jewels  pilt'<l. 

Day,  passing,  paused  an<l  smiled. 
With    keen,    bright,    trembling    ray,   one   star   shoue 

through. 

Watching  on  every  side, 

"Oh  :  stay  !"  the  children  cried  ; 
"  Sweet  glory,  leave  us  not  to  shadowy  night !  " 

2  But  even  while  they  spoke, 
A  purer  radiance  broke ; 

Across  the  rose-bloom  fell  a  snow-white  ray. 
The  moon  passed  up  the  shining  heavenly  way. 

Serene  and  fair  and  still. 

She  looked  on  vale  and  hill  ; 
The  earth  grew  calm  before  her  angel  face, 

Veiled  with  a  silver  mist, 

In  tender  amethyst  ; 
The  sky  seemed  hushed  to  watch  her  silent  grace. 

So,  all  the  solemn  night. 

She  blessed  the  world  with  light. 
Till,  with  fresh  roses,  dawned  another  day. 

3  Ah  !  many  an  earthly  sun 
Goes  down  when  joy  is  done. 

Leaving  its  trail  along  the  flushing  skies. 
In  dying  bloom,  before  our  longing  eyes. 

"  Fairer  than  e'er  before," 

We  cry,  when  day  is  o'er ; 
"Oh  !  linger  with  us  yet,  dear  passing  glory  !" 

Yet,  let  the  brightness  fade. 

If  through  the  deepening  shade, 
God's  blessing  gleam  athwart  our  graver  story  ; 

His  moonlight  calm  and  still, 

His  strong  and  tender  will. 
Shall  make  our  shadows  sweet  till  morning  rise. 

ALTCE  M.   EDOr. 
Detroit.  Mich.  1883. 

"LO,  I  AM  WITH  YOU  ALWAY.  EVEN  UNTO 
THE  END  OF  THE  WORLD." 

1  Lo  !  I  am  with  you,  when  the  world 

Hath  grieved  thy  trusting  heart, 
And  thy  pure  efforts  are  condemned 

And  thou  rejected  art. 
When  foes  are  near,  and  hope  expires, 

And  friends  are  cold  and  few. 
Remember  the  despised  of  men  ; 

Lo !  I  am  there  with  you. 

2  And  in  the  hour  of  chastened  mirth 

And  innocent  delight. 
When  every  care  is  lulled  to  rest 

'Mid  cheering  visions  bright ; 
When  ye  exult  with  hearts  of  joy, 

In  gentle  friendship  true. 
And  loving  smiles  and  words  abound, 

Lo !  I  am  then  with  you. 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER.  Ae 


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3  And  in  tlio  dreary  hour  of  woe, 

Wlioii  happiiiess  luia  fled, 
When  souio  btloved  and  gi-nth-  furm 

Lies  pale  and  cold  and  dead  ; 
^VHien  tliy  once  ^lad  and  sinilinjj  Iiome 

Kesounds  with  grief  and  care, 
And  every  joy  set^ms  crusln-d  in  tears, 

Lo  !   I  am  with  you  there. 

4  And  in  the  sad  and  erring  Iiour 

When  passion  wild  may  reign, 
And  thou  from  some  forbidden  sin 


Al; 


IS  !  may 


not  refrain 


Ah  I   when  'mid  dark,  unhallowed  i>atli8, 

Thy  Saviour  is  forgot. 
And  thou  griev'st  Ilim  who  died  to  save, 

E'en  then  I  leave  you  not. 

5  And  when  the  years,  the  sober  years, 

Of  feeble  ago  draw  nigh, 
And  a  faint  mist  is  gathering  fast 

O'lT  carili  and  sea  and  sky  ; 
When  soitn  the  silver  cord  may  loose, 

The  g(tldeu  bowl  may  briak  ; 
When  fears  arise  and  cares  dismay, 

Lo  !  1  do  not  forsake. 

6  And  in  that  last  and  solemn  hour 

When  icy  death  is  near, 
When  the  immort^il  soul  must  ipiit 

Its  earthly  temple  here  ; 
When  darker,  darker  is  the  light. 

More  faint  the  voice  of  friend, 
Lo  !   I  am  there  to  soothe  and  bless, 

I'm  with  you  to  the  end. 


MARY  CIITTH. 


Carolina  ^ana  Jlotot. 


Fmm  %  Krio*  of  iketche*  of  "  rnrtlan<)  PixrU,'  irab1l>he<l  In  the 
"  Trauacript"  of  that  dtjr,  we  gather  thiii  e«r<>liue  D^ia  IIdwu  wu  bum 
Ui  Prreburg,  He.,  bnt  tuTisg  ilnoe  Infancy  lir«l  iu  rurtlaiid.  the  blrth- 
pUcu  of  LoDgfellow  ami  WlltU,  nf  Neul  and  Mellcu,  thU  home  ut  the 
piieta  majr  well  claim  her  aa  Ita  own.  A  large  aumber  nf  her  aongs  hare 
been  let  to  muiio,  for  which  they  are  atlmlrably  adapted,  and  are  to  be 
found  to  theet  miuio  and  in  church  ooUcctioDi. 

The  not  uncommon  fate  of  lyrioal  writcn  hai  been  ber'a.  for  her  cele- 
brated anng.  "Leaf  by  T<eaf  the  Roiea  fall,"  haa  been  claimed  and  uaed  by 
acTcral  diS>>runl  authon.  until  now.  the  publlahen  bare  appended  ber 
nami!  to  all  latvat  editlona. 

.She  la  alao  well  known  aa  a  writer  of  abort  aerial  ituriei.  JaretiOe 
ikotcboa,  caaan,  Ao.,  and  theMaaa.,  Sandayauhnol .Suclity  baa publlshcil 
a  bnuk  of  about  30O  |«gei  of  her'a,  carried  aocceafnllT  through  at^rerml 
editiona. 

Mrs  Howe'a  pocma  hare  a  dignity  and  purity,  united  with  a  depth  <if 
thought  anil  feeling,  that  commend  them  at  once  to  all  rvadi-n  of  culU- 
Tatod  litenuT  taaie ;  and  It  may  be  aaid  with  truth,  that  no  liring  writer 
In  her  iiaUre  .State  la  mnre  taToiably  known  in  the  department  of  aoog, 
than  Mm.  Camline  Dana  tlowe. 

Iler  aongi  hare  been  gathered  Into  at  leaat  twenty-eU  ooUcetiooa. 

THE   ONE    LIFE. 

**An(l  fnilia'it  mmtioa  ^aoK  aright 
Of  the  One  Life  |>erTadin(  all." 

Thine  are  the  rivers  :   Thine,  O  Gotl,  the  power 
That  bids  them  bear  their  wat«'rs  to  the  si^a  ; 
No  cloud  is  mirrored  there  at  morning  hour. 
No  wave  uplift.i  its  surging  anthem  free. 
Until  the  great  command  id  heard  from  Thee. 


2  Thine  are  the  mountains.     To  the  thunders  nigh, 
Sounding  their  echo  through  the  length  of  days, 
I'nawed  they  sUtnd,  like  gi:ui(>«  towering  high. 

In  monumental  state  to  sp.ak  Thy  praise. 
Unshaken  still,  thr)ugh  lightnings  are  abla/c. 

3  Thine  are  thi;  forests,  circling  mile  on  mile, 
Where  labyrinthine  patlis  untriMldcn  wind. 
Until  our  souls,  all  doubts  to  reconcile. 

Turn  from  these  widening  realms  to  Thee,  to  Ind 
The  mighty  purjKjsc  of  'J'hy  mightier  mind. 

4  Thiin:  are  all  worlds,  and  'I'hiiie  all  realms  of  kjiuco, 
^\  hereon  the  stars  mark  out  their  shining  course  ; 
Whate'er  the  sunlight  clasps  in  its  embrace. 
Hears  im[>ress  of  the  Love,  whose  tender  force 
Kindles  the  soul  and  traces  out  its  source. 

5  Thine  are  the  heavens  ;  the  wondrous  arch  of  blue 
Uj)  which  the  monarch  sun  shall   prou<llv  climb. 
And  Thine  the  clouds  of  gold  and  purple  hue. 
With  |)lanets  laughing  at  the  march  of  Time, 
And  shadowing  forth  Tliy  mysteries  sublime. 

G  Thine  are  our  .souls!     Our  ln-in^'s  blend  with  Thine, 
Upreaching  towanl  Thee  tiiroiigh  these  longings  high. 
Stamped  with  Thy  seal,  and  Ixaring  crjuntc-rsign 
Of  that  One  Life  in  us,  that  gmws  divine. 
By  Love  illumed,  as  we  to  Thee  draw  nigh. 

CIBOLIMI   VKJtK   noWK. 

Portlaod.  Me  ,  U8S. 


NATIVE    WORTH. 

FOK   AN   AI.niM. 

As  sunlight  warms  the  darkened  room. 
As  |K'talIeil  cups  drink  crystal   rjow  ; 

So  hearts  will  turn  to  native  worth. 
Ou  which  to  build  a  frieudshi])  true. 

caauB  n.  aaoaoB. 


I    WOULD    NEVER    KNiiI::L. 

1  I  would  never  kneel  at  a  gildrd  slirine. 

To  worship  the  idol  gold  ; 
I  would  never  fetter  this  lieart  of  mine. 
As  a  tiling  for  fortuuc  sold. 

2  Tliere  are  haughty  steps  that  would  walk  the  globe 

O'er  necks  of  humbler  ones  ; 
I  woiilil  scorn  to  Ixiw  to  their  jewelletl  robe. 
Or  the  l)eam  of  their  coin-lit  suns. 

3  Rut  I'd  bow  to  the  light  that  God  has  given. 

The  nobler  light  of  mind. 
The  only  liu'ht.  wive  that  of  Heaven, 
Tliat  should  free-will  homagi^  find. 

aaftAM  bMias  r.  uiira. 


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WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


I^rs.  I'nbi;!  |anc  gicrsoii, 


WTi'tso  uiaitli'ii  iiamo  wa«  Wheeler,  and  who  vtoa  tcrme^l  **  The  Forest 
Hiudtri'l, '  was  bum  at  Midilk-towii,  Com-.  Her  parents  were  educat*)d^ 
rcflnol  auil  iiiuus,  uu  1  allowed  their  diiU^ihter  ever)'  (ttcUity  tor  culture 
that  those  days  alTordixL 

Her  poetical  (anus's  were  f  oudly  encoungscd  by  her  father  who  was  him- 
self p.tS8iouately  foud  of  poetry,  flowers,  music,  aiid  all  that  makes  life 
beautiful  Some  of  her  earliest  recoUecUous  arc  of  siuKlug  her  own 
rhymt«  to  wild  little  aiis  of  her  owu  extemi>oraiicous  comjiositiou. 
When  she  was  sixteeu  years  old  her  family  moved  to  Canandaitnu,  X.  Y., 
where  she  married  a  year  or  two  later,  and  soon  made  hurhomeat  what  is 
now  Liberty.  Tioga  Co.,  Pa.,  where  she  endured  the  hardships  of  pio- 
neer life.  For  a  long  time  her  dwelling  was  a  log  cabin,  five  miles  from 
any  human  habitation,  and  twenty  miles  frtim  a  store  or  church.  But 
like  a  cagt'd  bird  she  poured  out  her  soul  in  soug,  and  U>  use  her  own 
words,— "couTciso  with  poetry,  wild- flowers  aud  birds,  was  nearly  all 
that  made  life  bearable,"  About  this  time  there  was,  in  a  portion  of  the 
State  where  it  was  more  thickly  peopled,  much  agitation  about  promot- 
ing the  cause  of  iduc:ktinu.  A  imwerful  ]>roductiou  in  verse,  on  this 
topic,  appeared  in  C'nj  of  the  most  widely  circulated  pai>eni  of  tlie  day. 
Judge  Lewis,  a  dlsijngxiished  and  able  jurist,  made  in<iuiries  as  to  tho 
writer.  Learning  of  her  |>ecuniary  condition,  he  soon  enlisted  Tbaddeus 
Stevens,  then  a  wealthy  Iracbeloraiid  already  quite  an  eminent  states- 
man in  the  House  of  Refiresentaiives,  who  ordered  the  finest  farm  in 
that  section  to  be  purchased  for  her.  she  herself  selecting  it  upon  his 
earnest  solicitation  by  letter  through  the  Juilge,  neither  of  whom  had 
seen  her,  and  she  was  .soon  settled  in  the  comfortable  home  she  so  richly 
deserved.  (Woul<l  there  were  moreof  the  benevolent ThaddeusStevens' 
in  the  present  (Uy.  In  1845  she  published  a  volume  of  poem.i  called 
"Forest  Leaves,"  and  soon  another— "The  Forest  MiustreL"  She  used  to 
be  a  constaut  c:>utribut<jr  to  ' '  Graham's  Magazine."  She  wrote  from 
the  heart,  with  an  intensity  of  feeling  aud  strength  of  expres-sion  which 
show  that  slic  ha<l  suffered  much.  Those  who  are  informed  say  that  she 
was  disciplined  in  the  .'school  of  sorrow,  many  of  her  pieces  having  been 
written  at  midnight  with  a  weary  hand  aud  yet  mure  weary  heart. 


SING   ON. 

"Sing  on  I— You  will  win  the  wreath  of  Fame  :    if  not  in  life,  it  will  bloom 
gloriously  over  your  tumb." — Fritndly  Currenpondtnce. 

'T  is  not  for  Fame  :   I  know  I  may  not  win 
A  wreath  from  liigli  Parnassus,  for  my  name 
Is  written  on  tlie  piige  of  humble  life, 
From  which  the  awarders  of  the  laurel  wreath 
Avert  their  eyes  with  scorning. 

T  have  felt 
The  mildew  of  aflliction,  the  last  wind 
Of  withering  contempt,  the  pelting  storms 
Of  care,  and  toil,  and  bitieruess  and  woe, 
In  almost  every  form.     I  too  have  known 
The  darkness  of  bereavement,  and  keen  pangs 
Whioh  woman  may  not  utter,  though  her  heart 
Consume  amid  their  fierceness,  and  her  brain 
liurn  to  a  living  cinder ;  though  the  wound 
Which  is  so  hard  to  bear,  lie  festering  deep 
Witliin  her  outraged  spirit ;  though  her  sighs 
Disturb  tlie  quiet  of  the  bles.sed  night. 
While   the  sweet   dews   cool   and   soothe   the    fever'd 

breast 
Of  overy  other  mourner  ;  thougli  she  pour 
The  Hood  of  life's  sweet  fountain  out  in  tears 
Along  her  desert  pathway  ;  while  the  blooms 
Of  health,  and  hope,  and  joy,  that  should  have  fed 
Upon  its  gushing  waters  and  rich  dew, 
Lie  withered  in  her  bosom,  breathing  forth 


The  odors  of  a  crush'd  and  wasted  heart, 
That  cannot  hope  for  soothing  or  redress, 
Save  in  the  (piiet  bosom  of  the  grave, 
Aud  in  the  heaven  beyond. 

'T  is  not  for  Fame 
That  I  awaken  with  my  simple  lay 
The  echoes  of  the  forest.     I  but  sing 
As  sings  the  bird,  that  pours  her  native  strain, 
Because  her  soul  is  made  of  melody  ; 
And  lingering  in  the  bowers,  her  warblings  seem 
To  gather  round  her  all  the  tuneful  forms, 
Whose   bright   wings    shook    rich    incense    from    the 

flowers. 
And  balmy  verdure  of  the  sweet  young  spring. 
O'er  which  the  glad  day  shed  his  brightest  smile, 
And  night  her  purest  tears.     I  do  not  sing 
Like  that  sad  bird,  who  in  her  loneliness 
Pours  out  in  song  the  treasures  of  her  soul. 
Which  else  would  burst  her  bosom,  which  has  naught 
On  which  to  lavish  the  warm  streams  that  gush 
LTp  from  her  trembling  heart,  and  pours  them  forth 
Upon  the  sighing  winds  in  fitful  strains. 
Perchance  one  pensive  spirit  loves  the  song. 
And  lingers  in  the  twilight  near  the  wood 
To  list  her  j)laintive  sonnet,  which  unlocks 
The  sealed  fountain  of  a  hidden  grief. 
That  pensive  listener,  or  some  playful  child, 
May  miss  the  lone  bird's  song,  what  time  her  wings 
Are  folded  in  the  calm  and  silent  sleep, 
Above  her  broken  heart.     Then,  though  they  weep 
In  her  deserted  bower,  and  hang  rich  wreaths 
Of  ever-living  flowers  upon  her  grave. 
What  will  it  profit  her  who  would  have  slept 
As  deep  and  sweet  without  them  ? 

Oh  !  how  vain 
With  promised  garlands  for  the  sepulchre, 
To  think  to  cheer  the  soul,  whose  daily  prayer 
Is  but  for  bread  and  peace  !     Whose  trembling  hopes 
For  immortality  ask  one  green  leaf 
From  oft"  the  healing  trees  that  grow  beside 
The  pure  bright  river  of  Eternal  Life. 

LTDIA  JANE  PIKBSON. 


OPINIONS. 

1  Inside  a  window,  by  a  public  way, 

A  little  diamond  lay  exposed  to  view ; 
Its  rays  were  small,  but  its  light  was  true, 
Few  saw  it  as  they  hurried  by  thai  day. 

2  One,  looking,  cried  :     "Oh  I  what  a  brilliant  gem  ! 

No  fairer  one  is  there  in  all  the  land  ! 
See  how  it  flashes  out  on  every  hand  ! 
'T  is  fit  to  deck  a  royal  diadem !  " 

3  "A  gem  no  doubt,"  another  said,  "but  small; 

And  roughly  cut.     Its  setting,  too,  is  poor. 
Then  see  where  it  is  kept — a  third-class  store ! 
Don't  look  at  it ;  it  cannot  please  at  all." 


MISCELLANEOUS.     C/flirSTMAS,  NSW  YEAR'S,  EASTER,  df. 


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4  "  Mere  paste !  "  a  third    remarked,  with    careless 

glance, 
"The   world    is    full    of    such.     Thtir    luockinjj 

glare 
Meets  us  on  every  hand.     Diamonds  are  rare. 
To  think  all  true  displays  great  ignorance." 

5  "Mow  lovi'ly  !"  said  a  fourth.     '-What  may  this  be  ? 

I  urn  not  wise  in  gem  and  treasuiv  lore, 
This  may  be  true  or  fal^e.    I  know  no  more 
Than  that  it  is  a  pleasant  thing  to  see." 

6  The  little  diamond,  with  a. steady  light, 

licauK'd  from  its  cushion  all  that  sunny  day; 
No  hitter  comment  dimmeil  a  single  ray  ; 
No  flattering   words  brought  out  a  gleam    more 
bright. 

7  O  heart  of  mine — I  said — can  you  not  read 

A  needed  lesson.  thoii;;h  in  senseless  stone  ? 
L»'ap  not  at  praise.     Sink  not  at  censure's  tone. 
Wonls    cannot   change    your  worth.     Why    give 
them  heed  ? 

LAURA  aABLA.XD  CAHR,  1883. 


Sliss  Vml 


Wbo  wan  the  dtngliter  n(  a  well-known  Uocher  of  penmanship  lo 
Philadelphia  yeun  afo,  wa«  iHiru  in  that  city  in  1K24.  When  only  eight 
jean  old  ibe  began  Uxprnrc  her  lore  for  (xietry,  ami  hir  enihryo  talent 
fur  writing  it.  At  the  age  of  foiirt4-en,  aiinie  of  her  verM-«  wrrepiibhAlied 
Id  "The  Young  People'^  Ilotik"  e<llte<l  by  .lohn  Froait.  In  aft^T yearn «he 
contribuUtl  able  artlclra  tn  the  popular  perin<IlcaU  of  that  day.  which 
were  pmnounciHl  t*-n(lrr  and  p«^tical  in  feeling  and  ezpreasioD.  Sho 
dle<l  atCnklianiTiUe.  South  Caiollna.  iii  1M9. 


SYMPATHY. 


3       Hast  thou  no  human  friend 

To  whom  in  liours  like  these  to  turn 
When  liiiiie  o'erburdeiied  »oul  will  yearn 

Its  liilterness  to  end  ? 
Oh  !  still  despair  not — there  is  One 
To  wliom  satl  hearts  have  often  gone — 
Though  rich  the  gifts  for  which  they  pray. 
None  ever  came  unhlest  away  : 
Then  though  all  earthly  ties  \te  riven. 
Smile,  for  thou  hast  a  friend  in  heaven. 

MABIU*   U.   RAXIt. 

VICTOR    HUGO. 

OR 

MONARCH    'MONGST    THE    LIVING. 

1  They  tell  us  Victor  Hugo's  dead.      IIow  can  it  lie? 
His  toiling,  loving,  suiTering,  sympathizing  self  he  gave 

away 
To  Fnince,  the  world,  to  you  and  me. 

2  Victor  Hugo  dead  I   IIow  can  it  be,  the  world  is  full 

of  him  ; 
'T  was  hut  his  bones  a  million  sorrowing,  loving  hearts. 
In  solid  phalanx,  followed  to  the  grave  and  dropped 

their  tears  U[)Oii. 

3  There  is  no  home  so  high  or  low  or  tightly  close<l 
He  may  not  open  wide  the  door  and  give  the  thought 
That  fires  the  brain  by  ({uickened  sense. 

I5y  siilitlo  force  of  mighty  men. 
Who  learn  the  power  to  wield  the  pen, 
Procluiniing,  toil  from  morn  till  night 
Hriiigs  with  it  genius  and  its  might. 

His  works  proclaim  him  monarch  'mongst  the  living 
deatt. 

And  here  within  our  very  midst  his  spirit  is. 

•AAAH   WIIPKR  rRATT. 


Hide  not  thy  secret  grief 
In  the  dark  chambers  of  the  soul. 
Where  sombre  thoughts  antl  fancies  roll, 

Bringing  thee  no  relief. 
Gloomy  and  cold  the  spirit  grows. 
While  bro<Kliiig  over  fancied  woes  ! 
The  lightest  care  while  yet  concealed, 
Lies  like  a  mountain  on  the  breast  ; 
The  heaviest  grief,  when  once  revealetl, 
Is  lulled  by  sympathy  to  rest. 

Relieve  a  bursting  heart. 
Ami  pour  into  some  loving  e:ir 
Kach  bitter  thought,  each  chilling  fear; 

How  soon  will  all  depart! 
Anil  wonls  of  love  like  liealing  balm. 
Will  genthk'  soothe  and  sweetly  calm. 
Till  reason's  almost  fa<ling  ray 
Resumes  '\ts  firm  and  wonted  sway. 
And  though  thy  burden  Ih»  not  less. 
Thou  wilt  not  still  bti  comfortless. 


HANDS. 

OH 
HUMAN    AGENCIES. 

1  Hands  I've  clasped  along  life's  journey, 

Ivoving  hands  and  true  ; 
Of  life's  fullest,  richest  treasures 
Much  I  owe  to  you. 

2  Lovinij  hands  whose  touches  thrill  me 

When  my  own  ihey  gnisp. 
Bearing  pleilge  of  truth  and  friendship 

In  their  warm,  (inn  c\ai>\K 
S  Gentle  hands  that  from  my  forehead 

Drove  the  mad'ning  pain. 
BrnslitHi  away  the  tears  of  sorrow, 

Bringing  |>eace  again. 
4   Little  hands,  brown,  dimpled  fingen. 

That  in  Summer  hours 
From  the  hills,  the  field*,  the  wotMllaocb 

Brought  me  sweet  wild  fiuwi  r». 


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WOMAy  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


0  Years  liave  passed,  and  some  lie  folded 
III  that  iiist  loiif^  rest ; 
TiiriiLMl  to  clay,  once  warm  and  thrilling, 
As  mine  own  they  pressed. 
G  Some  to  other  palms  are  clinging  ; 
Some  I  clasped  of  old, 
Tho'  life's  warm  tide  through  them  course 
To  me  have  grown  cohl. 

7  In  tlie  fondest  and  the  truest 

Of  all  hands  I  pressed, 
jMiiie  own  palm  through  all  the  future 
Trustfully  shall  rest. 

8  Hands  I've  clasped  along  life's  journey, 

Through  the  roar  and  din 
Of  the  world's  broad  field  of  battle, 
Lead  me  on  to  win  ! 

Miyx   a   SPEAR, 

In  "Gems  of  Poetry." 
Dell  Rapids,  Dakota,  1884. 


THE    UNFINISHED   CATHEDRAL. 

1  Trace  the  foundations,  see  how  vast  the  plan 
For  this  cathedral  !   Here  the  transept  ran, 

And  yonder  stretched  the  nave.     It  might  have  been 

As  grand  a  structure  as  the  world  has  seen. 

If  the  sublime  ideal  in  the  thought 

Of  its  first  architects  had  been  outwrougbt 

Uy  patient  after-ages.     See,  the  choir 

Was  built,  scarce  dwarfed  from  that  first  high  desire. 

Lo  !  where  it  stands  the  city's  heritage  ! 

From  earnest  spirits  of  that  earlier  age  ! 

2  But  when  zeal  cooled,  and  faith  and  hope  decayed  ; 
Within  the  hallowed  ground  intruded  trade  ; 
Grew  noisy  streets,  where  sacred  aisles  were  traced, 
And  markets  sprang  among  the  towers  ungraced. 
Yet  here  and  there,  amid  the  bustling  streets, 

A  hint  of  what  was  meant  to  be,  one  meets  : 
A  column's  base,  a  flight  of  steps,  a  stone, 
A  bit  of  wall,  a  buttress  ivy-grown  ; 
Like  surpliced  choir  boys,  lost  amid  the  crowd 
Of  motley  revelers,  profane  and  loud. 

3  Ah  !  soul  that  mourn'st  this  wreck  o^  aspiration. 
Hast  tliou  lived  up  to  thy  self-dedication  ? 
Hath  greedy  Mammon  built  no  noisy  mart 
Within  the  sacred  places  of  thy  heart? 

Hath  selfishness  nor  folly  come  to  dwell 

Where  God's  house  beautiful  was  planned  so  well  ? 

Ilecall  tliy  aims  ;  see  what  foundations  lay 

Where  mean  and  sordid  buildings  stand  to-<lay  ; 

What  fair  ideals  of  a  noble  life 

Have  shrunk  and  vanished  in  the  world's  low  strife. 

4  This  fair  Italian  town  will  never  chase 
The  money-<'hangcrs  from  her  holy  place, 
Nor  re-assert  her  first  resolve  to  raise 

A  glorious  house  for  endless  pr.-xyer  and  praise. 
The  busy  shops  and  sijualid  hovels  still 


Will  crowd  upon  her  consecrated  hill. 
Enchained  b}'  them,  no  will  is  left,  or  power 
To  build  cathedral  walls  and  lofty  tower, 
Or  on  pure  altars  light  the  sacred  fires. 
Or  lift  to  Heaven  the  beauty  of  her  spires. 
5  And  can  the  soul  arise  and  build  anew 

By  those  great  plans  her  holier  longings  drew  ? 
Can  she  drive  forth  beyond  her  sacred  gate 
The  vain,  intruding  world,  unconsecrate  ? 
Will  wakening  zeal  avail,  alas!  so  late, 
The  soil  profaned,  anew  to  dedicate. 
All  the  once  hoped-for  structure  to  complete 
In  faultless  beauty  ?  Ah  !  the  years  are  fleet 
And  youth  is  spent.     O  Saviour  Christ,  reclaim 
Thy  temple  for  the  honor  of  Thy  name  ! 

MARY   E.  ATKIN-80K. 

Saugutuck.  Conn.,  1883. 

"THY   WILL    BE    DONE." 

If  God  sees  best,  I  ask  it  not 

By  word  of  mouth.     My  heart  breathes  out 

Its  wish  to  Him  who  knows  it  well. 

The  longing  is  so  full  of  bliss, 

That  if  he  granted  it,  I  fear 

'T  would  make  a  heaven  on  earth  for  me ; 

And  so  I  leave  it  all  unsaid. 

Just  asking  Him  to  give  me  still 

What  He  thinks  best  of  joy  or  grief  ; 

Then,  if  He  grants  me  this,  I  know 

He  will  take  care  that  it  brings  not 

The  sin  of  caring  less  for  Him, 

Of  loving  earth  so  much  that  I 

Yearn  not  to  live  with  Him  on  high. 

KF.LLIE  O.  KICK. 
BelTidere,  lU..  J878. 

GOD  KEEP  US  ALL  FROM  ENVY. 

1  "  God  keep  us  all  from  envy  !"  thus  he  prayed, 

A  gray-haired  saint,  long  since  to  glory  gone. 
Whose  earthly  life  knew  more  of  sun  than  shade. 
Since  iu  his  heart  the  love  of  heaven  shone. 

2  He  knew  not  riches,  for  he  burdens  bore 

That  bade  him  plod  along  in  barren  ways  ; 
He  was  not  poor,  since  full  and  running  o'er 
Did  peace  till  up  the  measure  of  his  days. 

3  He  had  no  gold,  nor  gear,  nor  acres  broad. 

Nor  sweet-breathed  cattle,  nor  spice-laden  fleets ; 
Nor  sat  he  crowned  and  dowered  like  a  god. 
With  brimming  beaker  cooling  savory  meats. 

4  But  when  he  spake  the  greatest  paused  to  hear, 

And  as  he  walked  the  loftiest  hea<l  was  bowed  ; 
The  little  children  ran  as  he  drew  near. 

And  clapped  their  little  hands,  and  laughed  aloud. 

5  And  when  he  died,  around  his  lowly  bier 

The  proudest  did  him  reverence  ;  who  died 
To  show  how  great  a  thing  is  godly  fear, 
To  show  how  mean  a  thing  is  human  pride. 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S.  EASTER,  *f. 


851 


G  For    tliero,    calm-browed    and  lips    wreathed    with 
smiles, 
lie  lay,  who  hiul  borno  sorrows  with  such  prace 
That  hfiiuty  came,  that  had  witlidrawii  erst-wliile. 
And  shed  ait  artcsome  glory  o'er  his  face. 

7  So  that  men  said,  above  the  beauteous  clay, 

"It  is  the  raii3omi<l  spirit  hovering  o'er, 
To  cast  a  passing  radiance  ere  away 

On  joyous  pinions  it  shall  upward  soar." 

8  God  ktt  p  us  all  from  envy !  so  they  say 

Who  love  all  beauteous  things  btdow,  above ! 
God  keep  us  all  from  envy  !  thus  we  j)ray  ; 

We  know  that  "  Love  is  heaveu,  and  heaven   is 
love  1  " 

KATE  BROWNLTS  SaiRWOOD. 

GODS    ANGELS. 

When  a  slave's  child  lay  dying,  parched  with  thirst. 

Till  o'er  the  arid  waste  a  fountain  burst : 

When  Abraham's  mournful  hand  upheld  the  knife 

To  snjite  the  silver  cord  ()f  Isaac's  life  ; 

Wlicn  faitliful  IVter  in  his  prison  slept ; 

Wlicn  lions  to  the  feet  of  Daniel  crept; 

When    the    tried    three    walked    through    the    furnace 

glare, 
n<'lieving  God  was  with  them  even  there; 
^^'llen  to  Hetiusda's  sunrise-smitten  wave 
Poor  tninl)ling  cripples  crawled,  their  limbs  to  lave ; 
In  all  the  various  forms  of  human  trial, 
Hriniinihg  that  cup,  lilled  from  a  bitter  vial. 
Which  c't-n  the  sutTfring  Christ,  with  fainting  cry, 
ITnder  God's  will,  had  shudderingly  past  by — 
Vo  hunger,  pain,  and  thirst,  and  human  dread, 
InprisonmcMit,  sharp  sorrow  for  the  dead, 
1). ■formed  contratrtions,  burdrnsome  disease, 
llmubliiig  and  fleshly  ills  ;  to  all  of  these 
The  shining  tm-sscngers  of  comfort  came, 
Gixl's  angi'ls,  healing  in  GiMl'sholy  name. 
Ami  when  the  crowning  j>ity  sent  to  earth 
The  Man  of  Sorrows,  in  mysterious  birth, 
And  tlie  angelic  tones  witli  one  acconl 
M  I'le  loving  chorus  to  proclaim  the  Lord, 
W;i-i  I-.a;ic's  guanlian  there,  and  lie  who  gave 
lla,'ir  tlie  sight  of  that  cool  gushing  wave  i' 
Did  the  defender  of  the  youthful  three. 
And  Peter's  usher,  join  that  psalmody, 
Witli  Mini  who  at  the  dawn  made  healing  sure. 
Troubling  the  waters  with  a  fresh'ning  cure  ? 
And  those,  the  elect,  to  whom  the  ta.sk  was  given 
I'o  olTer  solace  to  the  Son  of  Heaven, 
When — inorUil  tremors  by  the  Immortal  felt — 
Pale,  'neath  the  Syrian  olives  .Tesns  knelt 
Alone,  with  God's  compassion  antl  His  pain  ! 
•  ♦•••••• 

All  that  our  wisdom  knows,  or  ever  can, 
Is  tliis,  that  Gixl  hath  pity  ujKin  man  ; 
And  where  His  S[>irit  shines  in  holy  writ. 
The  great  wonl  Comforter,  comes  after  it. 

TUB   Unn.    MR*.    KniiTKK. 
LootkKI.  >UigUlHl. 


MAY    DAY    1884. 

TliU  little  KFin  of  poeteT  U  protxiaDeed  bj  food  rrltta  la  b*  tb*  I 
of  >U  Ihr  Mkjr  lUr  pnsnM  uf  ISM- 

1  Exultant  as  a  bird 

Whose  first  spring  note  is  heard 

MeliHliously  sweet, 

I  shun  the  busy  street 

To  revt  1  'mid  the  springing 

Of  buds  and  blossoms,  flinging 

Refreshing  o<lors  round. 

With  fragrance  from  the  ground. 

2  O  resurrected  friends, 

My  grateful  homage  bends 
In  wondrous  love  and  awe. 
For  Nature's  vigorous  law, 
Knnning  through  sun  and  rain, 
Calls  back  my  flowers  again, 
Lily's  cream  and  violet's  bine. 
The  rose-blush,  sweet  and  new. 

3  I  lovingly  caress 

And  cull  them  friend,  who  ble.ss 
And  tell  me  stories  sweet  ; 
And  oft  with  reverent  feet 
Gli<le  llowery  paths  adown. 
Thinking  of  flower-gemmed  crown 
Our  darlings  gone  Infore 
Wear, — fa<leless  evermore. 

4  May  brings  us  birds  ami  bloom. 
Gone  winter's  grey,  dim  gloom, 
Earth-tombs  asunder  bur^^t 
Dry  seeds  and  bulbs  athirst 
Towards  light  and  life  come  forth 
In  the  Southland  and  (he  North; 
Exult,  ()  soul  of  mine 

lu  sweetest  faith  sublime. 


CARRiB  L.  ran. 


THE  SUMMER   NIGHT. 

1  The  night  is  here,  the  peaceful  summer  night. 

Of  hdling  waves  and  soft  entran<Mng  ravs. 
When  mortals  lift  unto  the  Source  of  Light 

Their   weary  hearts   surcharged  with   pniyer  and 
praise. 

2  The  night  has  come  I  the  "calm,  still,  holy  night," 

Wlieii  s(>othe<l  to  n?Rt  tlie  d.ay's  engrossing  (>ouiidii. 
When  households  have  their  se.isons  of  delight. 
And  friends  unite  on  I^ove's  enrhantetl  gruunds. 

3  The  night  h.is  come  !  the  air  is  full  of  balm, 

Like  that  whieh  came  from  Ellen's  spicy  grove. 

Ah  I   woe  to    those  whose  heart.t  know  not  the  calm. 

Of  pray'rful  thoughts  infused  by  gract*  aitd  love 

4  The  night  has  come  !     O  ye  »ho«<>  •".  .%- 

Have  fouml  the  puths  that  lead  u  ..r, 

'Mid  scenes  that  tempt  tiie  carele-s  .titd  lh«  gay, 
Is  there  no  voice  to  call  a  n>othcr'»  prayer  ? 


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!)  The  iiiijlit  has  como!     Return,  0  wand'rcr,  home, 
Ti>  kiuH'l  repentant  by  that  mother's  side, 
Anil  lift  your  eyes  to  iieaven's  starry  dome, 

To  pray  to  God  for  strength  and  grace  to  guide. 

6  The  night  has  come!     Ah!  with  its  welcome  hush, 

Mow  many  hearts  unite  in  song  and  pray'r, 
Which  opes  the  way  for  mem'ry's  mighty  rush 
To  enter  in  and  wake  the  echoes  there. 

7  The  night  has  come !     Oh  !  may  existence  close 

Like  unto  thee,  thou  calm,  sweet  summer  night; 
May  j)eaceful  hours  attend  my  last  repose, 
And  blend  into  the  perfect  morning  light. 

HRLEN  A.  RAINS. 


A   SUNSET   PROPHECY. 

"Jerusalem  the  Golden  ! 

1  languish  for  one  gleam 
Of  all  tiiy  beauty,  folden 

In  distance  and  in  dream. 
My  thoughts  like  palms  in  exile, 

Climb  up  to  look  and  pray 
For  a  glimpse  of  that  dear  country 

That  lies  so  far  away  !  " 

Up  to  my  window  thrills  the  fresh  young  voice. 

I  drag  me  from  my  bed  of  pain. 
Where  through  the  heartless  sheen  of  sunny  hours 

I  and  my  old,  old  grief  have  lain. 
All  the  heat  has  passed  from  the  western  sky — 
(Pale-green,  and  barred  with  sunset  glow) — 
'Mid  the  burnished  leaves  of  the  maple-boughs 
A  girl  swings  lightly  to  and  fro. 
"Jerusalem  the  Golden  ! 

When  sunset's  in  the  West, 
It  seems  the  gate  of  glory, 
Thou  city  of  the  blest !  " 

Ah  !  but  the  way  is  long,  the  gate  is  high. 

The  shining  stair  is  hard  to  win  ; 
Glory  is  there — my  load  of  care  is  here. 

Present  my  sorrow.     Is  it  sin 
That  voices  spent  with  weeping  cannot  shout? 

Remember,  Lord,  the  finger  laid 
Upon  Thy  garment's  hem,  and  turn  to  me 
With — "  Daughter !  peace  !  be  not  afraid  !  " 
"Jerusalem  tlie  Golden  ! 
Where  loftily  they  sing. 

O'er  pain  and  sorrow  olden, 
Forever  triumphing !  " 

I  think,  were  I  tliis  very  hour  to  stand 

In  tliat  dear  land,  unbound  and  free, 
I  should  not  even  hear  the  echoing  psalms 

That  tell  the  singers'  mastery. 
With  sacred  hands  ciossed,  with  tired  lids  folded  down 

On  eyes  that  could  know  tears  no  more, 
I'd  lii- — a  battered  sliallop,  moored  at  last. 

In  some  calm  iidet  of  the  Shore. 


"Jerusalem  the  Golden  ! 

There  all  our  birds  that  flew, 
Our  flowers  are  half-unfolden. 
Our  pearls  that  turned  to  dew  !  " 
Our  birds,  that  fled  from  frost  and  bitter  skies  ; 

Our  buds,  that  perished  on  the  stalk  ; 
Dew-pearls,  that  slid  between  our  careful  hands, 

And  wasted  on  Life's  dusty  walk ! 
We  weep,  by  day,  the  priceless,  scattered  gems. 

In  deathless  love,  our  withered  flowers. 
And  for  the  vanished  songsters  of  our  homes. 
Mourn  sore  in  midnight's  silent  hours. 
"Jerusalem  the  Golden ! 
I  toil  on,  day  by  day  ; 
Heart-sore  each  night  with  longing 

I  stretch  my  hands  and  pray 
That  'midst  thy  leaves  of  healing 

My  soul  may  find  her  nest 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling. 
The  weary  are  at  rest  I  " 
How  long?  how  long.  O  Healer  !  Thou  dost  know 

It  is  not  in  me   to  "  hold  still  " 
In  meekness,  like  Thy  saintly  ones  to  wait 

Th'  unfolding  of  Thy  gracious  will. 
Yet,  weak  and  restless,  with  blurred  eyes  I  gaze 

Upward  to  Thine,  and  kiss  the  rod 
Which  shows  mj'  chastened  soul  the  steps  that  lead 

O'er  heights  Thy  blessed  feet  have  trod. 
Still  swings  the  girl  'mid  scarlet  maple-leaves. 

And  chants  her  sunset  prophecy. 
Sun-gleam  and  blossom,  tree  and  singing-bird. 

Rapture  to  her,  and  soothing  unto  me. 
Down  steadfast  linos  of  light,  set  ladder-wise. 

To  both,  God's  viewless  angels  come  ; 
"Jerusalem  the  Golden  !  "  still  she  sings. 
And  I — "Jerusalem  my  Home  !  " 

MAKION  HARLAND. 
In  "Sunday  Maeazine," 

ON    THE    HEIGHTS. 

1  To-night  in  the  purple  twilight, 

As  I  folded  my  hands  to  rest, 
The  care  and  fret  of  the  work-day 

Have  died  all  out  of  my  breast, 
As  the  royal  splendor  of  sunset 

Is  dying  out  of  the  West. 

2  I  s(;em  in  the  softened  gloaming 

To  stand  on  a  breezy  height. 
Below  lie  the  vales  of  Habit, 

And  the  fields  of  the  daily  fight, 
Wlicie  the  men  on  their  arms  are  sleeping. 

In  the  evening's  dreamy  light. 

3  From  the  Heights  of  Life,  how  distant 

Are  the  plains  of  Every-day  ; 
How  the  cares  and  hopes  are  shrunken     • 

Tliat  fill  up  the  weary  way  ; 
How  the  joys  lose  their  thrill  of  transport 

And  the  terrors  their  dismay. 


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4  On  the  Heights  we  are  near  to  heaven  ; 

It  is  fur  from  the  plains  below  ; 
So  far  it  is  dim  and  \\xi\. 

And  loses  its  f^lury  and  glow, 
Until  a  mirago  wo  deem  it, 

lie  t ween  the  Above  and  Below. 

5  But  if  once  to  the  Ileiglits  we'v*?  risen, 

And  breathed  their  inspiring  air, 
It  is  easier  then  to  battle 

In  tlie  depths  with  doubt  and  care; 
Though  gone  is  the  beautiful  vision — 

To  recall  it,  is  a  prayer. 

UATTII  TYNU  UUlilWULD,  VSA, 


THE    SINGER'S    APOLOGY. 

1  If  I  may  not,  like  the  skylark. 

Soar  with  glorious  bursts  of  song ; 
Nor,  like  pensive  nightingale. 
Strains  most  ravishing  prolong; 

2  Nor,  a  little  timid  linnet. 

Sweetly  gush  in  hawthorn-tree  ; 
If  a  warbler  to  entrance  you 
I  may  never,  never  be  ; 

3  If  to  wake  the  distant  echoes 

I  Inive  two  notes, — or  but  one, — 
Be  it  murmuring  dove's  or  cuckoo's, — 
With  full  soul  I  will  sing  on. 

4  God  has  room  for  all  His  creatures, 

And  the  varied  tone  of  eadi 
Fills  the  air  with  richer  nmsic 
Than  the  single  silv'rest  speech. 

5  Monotones  may  be  full  royal ; 

Monotones  the  heart  can  move  ; 
Ami  the  note  I'd  sing  in  dying 
Is  the  golden  note  of  Love. 

6  Mother-love, — of  all  most  tender. 

Never  dying,  ever  free  ; 
I^^ver's  love, — the  most  ecstitic  ; 
Filial  love, — so  sweet  to  me  ; 

7  Love  of  angels  hovering  o'er  us, — 

Guiding,  guarding  us  from  harm  ; 
FatiuT-love, — the  great  .VIl-Father's, 
Filling  us  with  heavenly  culm ! 

8  iSonls  distrnnght  bv  angrv  voices. 

Faint  with  toil,  and  care-opprest. 

Loves  of  Earth,  or  loves  of  Heaven, 

Softly  sung,  may  give  you  rest. 

9  Love  shall  bring  surcrase  of  sorrow. 

Heal  tlio  wounds  of  man's  untruth ; 
Love  shall  sing  of  brighter  morrow, 
Or  recall  tlie  days  of  Youth. — 
Ring  the  silver  bolls  of  youtli  I 

MARIA   ■>   aoLTOKK. 


GETHSEMANE. 

1  In  golden  youth,  when  sei-ms  the  earth 
A  sununer  land  for  singing  mirth. 
When  souls  are  glad  ami  hearts  are  light. 
And  not  a  shadow  lurks  in  sight, 
.Somewhere  veiled  under  evening  skies, 
A  garden  all  nmst  sometime  see, 

Gelhsemane,  (Jethsemano, 
Somewhere  his  own  Gethsemane. 

2  With  joyous  steps  wo  go  our  ways. 
Love  lends  a  halo  to  the  days, 
Light  sorrows  sail  like  clouds  afar. 
We  laugh  ami  say  how  strong  we  ar» 
We  hurry  on,  and  hurrying  go 
Close  to  the  border  land  of  woe 
That  waits  for  you  ami  waits  for  me, 

Gethsemane,   fiethsemano, 
Forever  waits  Gethsemane. 

3  Down  shadowed  lanes,  across  strange  streams 
Bridged  over  by  our  broken  dreams. 
Behind  the  misty  ca|»e  of  years. 

Close  to  the  great  salt  fount  of  tears. 
The  garden  lies  ;  strive  as  you  may 
Yon  cannot  miss  it  in  your  way. 

All  paths  that  have  been  or  shall  be. 
Pass  somewhere  through  Gethsemane  ! 

4  All  those  who  journey,  soon  or  late 
Must  pass  within  the  garden's  gate ; 
Must  kneel  alone  in  darkness  there 
And  battle  with  some  fierce  desj)air. 
God  pity  those  who  cannot  say — 

•'  Not  mine,  but  Thine ;  "  who  only  pray, 
"  Lot  this  cup  pass,"  and  cannot  see 
The  purpose  in  (lethsemane. 
(irethsen)ane,  (icthsemane, 
God  help  us  through  Gethsemane. 

KI.LA   WnCKLKIL 

THE  STORM    KINGS    LESSON. 

1  Orchanls  bloomed  gaily  with  promise. 

Nature  seemed  laughing  right  out, 
Wiien  peach  tree  and  plum  shook  their  censers. 
Flinging  sweetness  and  wlor  about. 

2  We  looked,  and  Iwhold  the  blossoms, 

I'ink  witJi  the  white  and  the  red. 
Lay  strewn  all  soiled  and  shrivelled. 
All  their  beauty  and  fragrance  dead. 

3  Night  had  brought  storm  and  slaughter, 

While  pitiless  hailstones  fell. 
And  the  wind  made  wreck  of  the  petals; 
vMi  !   how  couM  we  help  but  relx-l  ? 

4  What  waste  of  fair  things :  we  murmured. 

Scarce  «laring  to  think  it  was  true. 
That  the  tender  young  fniit  had  |>erishe<l 
P;ist  sunbeams'  power  to  renew. 

5  Rude  storm  !  it  unravelled  tho  fringe* 

That  gracefully  swung  from  the  oak. 
And  nic«-|y  notrhcd  Iravt-s  of  iIm-  elm  tree 
From  loftiest  limlw  liercely  broke. 


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6  All  reckless  of  life  that  was  human, 

The  Storm  Kiiiij  flew,  beating  iiis  way 
Like  twivi'dijed  swords,  cuttiiijj  keenly 
III  the  strength  and  force  of  its  play. 

7  But  sun  rays  came,  cheerily  warming 

Our  faith  so  frozen  and  cold, 
And  we  sought  an  early  assurance 
That  the  fierce-winged  robber  so  bold 

8  Had  loft  unharmed  the  dear  babies 

Of  plum  tree,  cherry  an<l  jieach  ; 
Yes,  Nature,  with  kindliest  wrapping, 
Warm  blankets  hast  thrown  over  each. 

9  Oh  !  precious  and  wise  are  tlij-  lessons  ; 

We  know  our  sweet  blossoms  must  fall, 
But  the  robe  of  a  Saviour's  completeness 
Will  cover  and  shelter  them  all. 

CARRIK  L.   POHT. 
Springfield,  111.,  April  26, 18S0. 

UNDERTONES. 

1  I  hear  earth's  master-songs,  sublimely  sweet : 

The  morning  larks,  to  unknown  glories  springing, 
Pour  out  upon  the  twilight  world  below 

Tiie  vision  of  their  eyes  in  raptured  singing ; 
Anil  nightingales,  in  moon-enchanted  groves, 

Wide   to    the    night   their   passioned    hearts   are 
flinging. 

2  Yet  sparrow-songs  along  the  wayside  path, 

Whose    simple    notes    small   outward  grace   can 
borrow. 
Bring  also  sunlit  messages  from  heaven, 

And  weary  passers,  burdened  with  the  morrow. 
Glean  from  the  joyful  accents  hope  and  cheer, 

And  half  forget  the  heavy  care  and  sorrow. 

3  I  know  the  world  is  full  of  vivid  bloom, — 

That  purple  passion-flowers  with  mystic  story 
Mount  ever  towards  the  sky  ;  that  roses  burn 

Rod  with  the  glow  of  Love's  swift  oratory, 
And  tall  white  lilies  stand  up  in  the  sun 

Pale  prophets  in  the  strength  of  stainless  glorj'. 

4  But  are  no  violets  clasped  with  tender  hands 

Where  gold  and  ruby  cups  the  tulip  raises  ? 
When  all  the  June-kissed  roses  light  the  earth 

Is  there  no  room  for  buttercups  and  daisies  ? 
May  God  not  hearken  'mid  the  grander  notes 

To  hear  the  wood-anemone's  low  praises  ? 

5  Oh  I  grant  another  brown  bird  leave  to  sing! 

Altliough  no  azure  flight  of  tireless  winging 
U|)lift  the  notes  nor  darkness  wrap  them  round. 

Its  deeper  tones  of  grief-born  sweetness  bringing  ; 
Springtime  and  Morning  may  not  hide  their  joy. 

How  shall  I  still  my  eager  heart  from  singing? 
G  I  pray  you,  friendly  ones,  for  room  to  grow. 

Though  small  the  beauty  there  may  be  for  showing 
And  if  no  sini])le  cliild  or  burdened  soul 

IVfay  find  the  floweret  fair  b(>yond  my  knowing, 
Pcrclianoe  the  Lord  who  planteth  every  seed 

May  smile  to  see  the  folded  blossoms  growing. 

Ml.NNir.    I>      IIATKIIAM. 

raiui'svillv,  O.  1884. 


VEILED. 

1  Our  fragile  hearts  would  break  with  joy 

If  we  should  gain  a  glimpse  of  Heaven— 
We  could  not  linger  at  our  tasks ; 
We  could  not  wait  to  be  forgiven. 

2  If  we  could  know  each  dear  surprise 

AVhich  God  is  keejjing,  day  by  day. 
How  could  we  bear  earth's  sullen  gloom  ? 
How  could  we  tread  our  rugged  way  ? 

3  The  shining  form  of  Truth  is  veiled — 

We  cannot  face  its  wondrous  white. 
God  knows  we  should  be  stricken  blind 
Before  its  full,  effulgent  light ; 

4  And  so  He  draws  a  gracious  mist, 

Just  softened  with  the  hues  we  know, 
Across  the  glare,  and  shrouds  away 
The  glory  of  its  dazzling  snow. 

5  O  blessed  plan,  that  wisely  holds 

Our  hearts  intent  upon  Thy  will  ! 

We  praise  Thee  that  we  cannot  know 

The  mysteries  Thou  keepest  still ! 

JULIA   R.   THAYER. 

Chicago,  18S2. 


?Itrs,  Slarg  ^.  §alr^  nee  ^m  |u?ffn, 


Wan  born  in  Sullivan  Co.,  New  York,  Dec.  12, 1837,  and  mored  to  Illinoli 
in  June,  1859.  She  bos  written  to  quite  an  extent,  aud  is  an  earnest  worker 
in  many  Christian  causes.  She  is  prominently  connected  with  the  "Wo- 
man's Christian  Temperance  Vnioo,"  and  ia  one  of  its  most  valued 
members. 


CASTLE   AND   COT 

1  Castle  and  Cot,  in  this  beautiful  land — 
Castle  and  Cot,  side  by  side  there  they  stand ; 
Rich  man  and  poor  man,  how  different  their  lot, 
Bless'd  bv  one  Father,  and  neither  forsot. 

2  Strange  sounding  words,  we  believe  in  amaze. 
How  God  in  His  justice,  can  equal  these  ways; 
The  one,  having  all  that  life  hath  to  give. 

The  other,  hath  barely  enough  to  live. 

3  Toiling  and  hoping,  enduring  in  pain 
Burdens  too  heavy,  yet  borne  on  again ; 
Struggles,  privations  and  hardships  to  breast, 
Eliding  alone  in  the  grave  and  its  rest 

4  While  the  old  earth  grows  wrinkled  and  gray 
And  generations  are  dying  eacth  day  ; 

With  God's  love  over  them  there  they  will  stand, 
Caiitle  and  Cot,  in  this  beautiful  laud. 

MART  K.    BALCn. 
BpoKi,  lU.,  March  8.  1871. 


MISCELLANEOUS.    CnRISTMAS,  SEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER,  dx. 


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f  abs  Carolint  '^mxt 


■Wm  born  In  1768,  and  died  In  1845.  She  wu  formerlj  k  HIa  Ollpliaia, 
and  the  pUco  of  licr  iiotlTity  wait  Perth.  HcotUiid.  She  murrifU  Majtw 
MairUB,  wlio  wm  aflcrwanl  iiromotod  to  Ittu  Vwngu,  which  gure  hir 
tbu  tltlf  of  Ilan.i.iMt.  "  The  Ijiml  of  the  Lcnl."  auJ  tht-  follnwlug  i-wm, 
an)  ami.iiK  hiT  lH-»t  pnHlnc-li.u».  aiid  glye  her  a  rank  among  tlio  b.-»l 
EnglUh  p<K-t«.  Her  p<«inji  liairo  ofu-n  been  publl»hc<l  aiionyiuoiMly.  or 
credited  to  other  Scottltli  poet*.  Thoy  can  bo  found  In  her  collection 
•od  memoir*,  odltod  by  Dr.  Charlaa  Rogen,  and  publl»hod  In  1868. 

WOULD   YOU    BE   YOUNG   AGAIN. 

1  Would  you  be  young  again  ? 

So  would  not  I — 
One  tear  to  memory  given, 

Onward  I'd  liie. 
Life's  dark  flood  forde<l  o'er, 
All  but  at  rest  on  shore, 
Sav  would  you  plunge  once  more. 

With  home  so  nigh  ? 

2  If  you  miiilit,  would  you  now 

Retrace  your  way  ? 
Wandtr  througli  .stormy  wilds. 

Faint  and  astray  ? 
Night's  gloomy  watches  fled. 
Morning  all  Ix'aming  red^ 
Hope's  smiles  around  us  .she<l. 

Heavenward — away. 
8  Where,  then,  are  those  dear  ones, 

Our  joy  and  delight  ? 
Dear  and'  more  dear,  though  now 

Hid<len  from  sight. 
Where  they  rejoice  to  be, 
There  is  the  land  for  me. 
Fly  time,  fly  speedily  : 

Come  life  and  light. 


LAOY  NAIRXI 


4  Down    to    the  hour  when   tlio  lost  priestesMnollier 

bore 
Some  child  of  promise  for  some  waiting  nation's 

need. 
All  true  reformers,  teachers,  lea<lcr8,  evermore 

Must  come    in    forms   preparinl,  despite  all  wem- 

iiig  need. 

5  In  forms  prepared,  and  through  their  one  appoiuu-d 

lot 
Th((Ui:h  none  in  all  the  era  see  and  recognize 
The  worker,  as  in  grooves  of  royal  law,  forgot 
By  those  for  whom  they  toil,  to  mounLn  of  sacrifice 

6  Called  irresistibly — and  for  all  reason  why 

The  toil,  toll,  toll,  throughout  their  soul  the  rra- 

b<ll 
By  which  God  calls   His  chosen — Ah  1   lk;love<l,  to 

die 
Were  so  much  easier;  yet  "  He  doeth  all  things 

well." 

7  The  far  event  and  purpose  justifies,  explains. 

Ho   (;od-apj)ointe<l    work    may    ever  "hastfl"  or 
"  rest," 
The  pruned    away,   the    shorn,   unblossoming  years 
have  gains 
Of  late  rich  fruit  that  proves   a  hand  divine  hath 
drest. 

8  It  shall  l)e  given  these  to  walk  in  paradise. 

God's  priests  and  priestesses  co-workers  arc  with 
Him. 
'T  is   not  too  much   to  pay  for  such  pearl  of  great 
price, 
That  many  passing  earthly  years  be  shorn  and  dim. 

UAI>0»B  <-.  OILBCRT, 

CaikacD.  U7Sk 


HIDDEN    PATHS. 

"Wliat  tbon  doeit  I  know  not  now.  but  I  tball  know  beccaftcr.' 

1  SadH'yed  Madonnas  walk  the  earth  in  every  land — 

Pure  mother-hearts  whose  secret  e'en  to  them  is 

hid 
In  deeps  of  love  and  pain,  deeps  by  bright  promise 

spanned. 
But  all  unbridjied  of  those  fulfillments,  that  amid 

2  Earth's  pressing  needs,  make   solid  ground  for  mor- 

tal feeU 
It  is  so  hard  to  walk  by  faith  when  years  go  by. 
And  bring  no  added   sight,  or  proof  wherewith  to 

greet 
And  strengthen  failing  power,  or  still  reproachful 

cry. 

3  So  w.alk  the  seers  and  sages  of  all  lands  and  times, 

A  true  ajMJstles'  true  surrossion  frf)m  the  olil 
First  days,  when  God    first  set    His  seal   in  ancient 
climes 
Upon  ilevoted  priestly  souls,  through  all  the  fohl. 


LIFE  THREADS. 

1  Out  of  life's  tangled  skein 

Draw  here  and  there  a  thread, 
And  one  is  black  with  pain 
And  one  with  grief  is  re<i 
To  show  a  heart  hath  bled. 

2  And  one  is  white  as  youth. 

It  marks  its  perfect  time. 
When  life.  unUjurhcd  of  ruth. 
Mounted  towanl  Sununer  jirime 
Through  love,  romance  and  rhyme. 

3  Beside  Love's  plowing  threads, 

Here  one  is  cool  and  gray, 
Where  pa-ssionalc  morning  weds 
A  net>tral-tint<"d  day 
And  Pe^ce  comes  down  to  stay. 

4  Im|>erial  purple  this 

To  tyrannize  and  prey, 
With  hint  of  loftier  bliss 
S«'t  in  its  royal  ray. 
Yet  calm  to  hurl  or  slay. 


85  G 


WOMAN  IN  BACKED  SONG. 


5  Pallid  and  paling  lines 

Of  youth  forever  fled. 
Sijjns !  Tiicy  are  only  signs 
Of  tiie  living  joy  long  dead  ; 
AVniillis  for  the  eyes  bespread. 

6  Yet,  touching  them,  they  glow — ■ 

Again  the  young,  warm  thrill, 
The  tones  all  sweet  and  low. 
The  hushed  heart  waiting  still, 
As  eyes  with  love  o'erfill. 

7  Memory  her  trophy  yields 

To  the  Present's  happier  real ; 
We  pace  the  Summer  fields, 
We  move  to  Hope's  ideal. 
And  Faith  and  Love  are  leal. 

8  We  seat  us  down  some  day. 

And  from  life's  tangled  skein, 
That  Memory  holds  alway. 
We  smooth  out  lines  of  pain. 
And  love-threads  hold  pure  gain. 

9  O  myriad-tinted  threads! 

We  gather  you  all  at  last. 
You  mark  our  whit'ning  heads, 
You  bind  us  to  our  past. 
And  we  hold  you  close  and  fast. 

MAltV  CLKMMUR, 

New  York  "  Indejiondeat."  1883. 

TINY   TOKENS. 

The  murmur  of  a  waterfall 

A  mile  away. 
The  rustle  when  a  robin  lights 

Upon  a  spray ; 
The  lapping  of  a  lowland  stream 

On  drip|>ing  boughs,  • 

The  sound  of  grazing  from  a  herd 

Of  gentle  cows. 
The  echo  from  a  wooded  hill 

Of  cuckoo's  call. 
The  quiver  through  the  meadow  grass 

At  evening  fall  : 
Too  subtile  are  these  harmonies 

For  pen  and  rule  ; 
Such  music  is  not  understood 

By  any  school. 
But  when  the  brain  is  overwrought 

It  hath  a  si)ell. 
Beyond  all  skill  and  human  power, 

To  make  it  well. 
The  memory  of  a  kindly  word 

For  long  gone  bvi 
The  fragrance  of  a  fading  flower 

Sent  lovingly  ; 
The  gleaming  of  a  sudden  smile 

Or  sudden  tear. 
The  warmer  j)rcssurc  of  the  hand, 

The  tone  of  cheer  ; 
The  hush  that  means  I  raimot  speak, 

liul  I  have  heard  ! 


The  note  that  only  bears  a  verse 

From  God's  own  Word  ; 
Such  tiny  things  we  hardly  count 

As  ministry  ; 
The  givers  deeming  they  have  shown 

Scant  sympathy  ; 
But,  when  the  heart  is  overwrought, 

Oh  !  who  can  tell 
The  power  of  such  tinj-  things 

To  make  it  well  ! 

FRANCKS  RIDLEY  HAVEKOMu 

%  fon.  Sirs.  Norton. 

Caroline  Elizabeth  Sarah  Sheridan  wa«  bom  in  I80S.  She  is  the  Rtand- 
daughter  of  the  celebrated  Richard  Briiislcy  Sheridan.  When  very 
young  she  lost  her  father,  but  the  loss  was  supplied  by  her  estimable 
mother,  who  devoted  herself  to  her  children,  and  personally  conducted 
theii  education,  as  every  mother  ought  to  do  who  has  time  and  capacity 
for  th^  task.  Miss  Sheridan  began  to  write  poetry  at  a  very  early  age, 
and  appeared  before  the  public  as  an  author  while  stilt  in  her  teens.  At 
the  age  of  nineteen  she  married  the  Hon.  George  C.  Xorton,  brother  ot 
Lord  Grantlcy.  She  was  most  unfortunate  in  her  choice,  and  in  1836  a 
separation  took  place  by  mutual  consent.  Her  afflictions  Tcry  probably 
enhanced  the  depth  of  her  poetry,  which  is  also  remarkable  for  its 
strength  of  feeling.    (£ng.  Cnl.  | 

In  his  Cyclopedia  of  Female  Poets,  the  Editor,  Frederic  Rowton,  says  • 
of  Mrs.  Norton,  that  while  agreeing  with  the  "  Quarterly  Reriew"  in 
calling  her  "The  Byron"  of  her  day,  in  style  and  intensity  of  express- 
Ion,  she  is  yet  essentially  unlike  in  spirit ;  that  whereas  he  scoffs  and 
sneers  at  the  best  and  happiest  ties  of  life,  she  does  her  utmost  to  strength- 
en and  extend  their  influence,  and  that  while  he  with  a  proud  skepticism 
flings  from  him  the  consolations  and  delights  of  religion,  she  clasps 
them  closely  to  her  heart,  and  finds  in  them  a  balm  for  the  bitterest 
wounds  of  her  spirit. 

The  same  gentleman,  in  his  preface  to  the  above-named  meritorious 
and  eiteusive  volume,  remarks  in  regard  to  woman :— "In  these  eiiliKht- 
ened  days  it  may  certainly  be  taken  for  grunted  that  women  have  souls, 
and  further,  that  their  souls  have  no  small  influence  upon  the  world  of 
thought  and  action.  This  admii>sion  made,  it  will  follow  that  the  men- 
tal efforts  of  woman  have  as  good  a  claim  as  man's  to  be  recorded ;  and 
that  we  should  be  deeply  ashamed  cf  ourselves  for  so  long  withholding 
from  them  that  prominent  place  in  the  world's  esteem  which  is  so  un- 
doubtedly their  due." 

Near  the  close  he  adds :— "  The  author  confidently  hopes  that  the  work 
which  he  here  presents  to  the  reader  will  justify  the  i>osition  which  he 
has  assumed  and  at  least  prove  that  the  poetical  faculty  is  not  confined 
to  one  o>  the  sexee.  If  it  should  only  serve  to  direct  critioil  attention  to 
the  subject,  he  will  be  fully  satisfied  :  for  he  well  knows  that,  in  such 
case,  oiu"  female  poets  will  soon  be  as  honorably  appreciated  as  they  de- 
serve to  be.** 

TO  THE  DUCHESS  OF  SUTHERLAND. 

1  Once   more,    my    harp !    once    more,   although   I 

thought 
Never  to  wake  thy  silent  strings  again, 
A    wandering    dream    thy    gentle    chords    have 

wrought. 
And  my  sad  heart,  which  long  had  dwelt  in  pain. 
Soars  like  a  wild  bird  from  a  cypress  bough. 
Into    the    poet's    heaven,  and    leaves  dull  grief 

below. 

2  And  unto  thee,  the  beautiful,  and  pure. 
Whose  lot  is  cast  amid  the  busy  world 
Where  only  sluggish  dullness  dwells  .secure. 
And  Fancy's  gc-norous  wing  is  faintly  fiirl'd  ; 
To  thee — whose  friend.sliip  kept  its  equal  truth 
Through   the  most  dreary  hour  of  my  cmbitter'd 

youth — 


MIl^CELLASEOUS.     CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEARS,  EASTER,  <tf. 


857 


3  T  dedicate  th(!  lay.     Oli  :  m-vi-r  l)ard 

In  <lavs  wlifii  povtTty  was  twin  witli  son;;; 
Nor  wandi-rini^  liar|>cr,  loiu'ly  and  ill-^tarr'd, 
Cheer'd  l)y  sona-  casllt-'s  chief,  and  liarlxir'd  long; 
Nor  Scott  s  Last  Min>irel,  in  liis  trenil)lin;;  lays, 
Woke    willi    u    warmer    liuurl    the    curuc-bt    uiuud 
of  praise  ! 

4  For  easy  are  the  alms  the  rich  man  spares 
To  sons  of  (lenius  l>y  misfortune  bent  ; 

Hut  thou  gav'st  me,  what  woman  seldom  dares, 
Relief — in  spite  of  many  a  coiil  dissent — 
When  slaiider'd  and  mali;;n'd  I  stood  apart 
From   those   whose    nounded   power   hath    wrung, 
uot  crushed,  my  heaiU 

5  Thou,  then,  when  cowards  lied  away  my  name 
And  scoll'd  to  see  me  feebly  stem  the  lido  ; 
When  some  were  kind  on  whom  I  had  no  claim, 
And  some  forsook  on  whom  my  love  relied. 
And  some  who  n)i^'hl  have  battled  for  my  sake 
Stood   off  in   doubt   to  see   what   turn    the   world 

would  take, — 


6  Thou  gav'st  mo  that  the  poor  do  give  the  poor. 
Kind  words  and  holy  wishes  and  true  tears  : 
The  lov'tl,  the  man  of  kin  could  do  no  more, 
Who   changed    not    with    the    gloom    of    varying 

years. 
But  clung  the  closer  when  I  stootl  forlorn, 
And  blunted  Slander's  dart   with  their  indignant 

bcuru. 


7  For  they  who  credit  crime,  are  they  who  feel 
Their  own  hearts  weak  to  unresisted  sin  ; 
Memory,    not    judgment,   prompts     the     thoughts 

which  steal 
O'er  minds  like  these,  an  easy  faith  to  win  ; 
And  tales  of  broken  truth  are  still  believed 
Most    readily    by     those     who    have     themselves 

deceived. 


8  But  like  a  white  sw.an  down  a  tronblofl  stream, 
Wliosc  ruflling  pinion  hath  the  power  to  lling 
Aside  the  turbid  drops  which  darkly  gleam 
And  mar  the  freshness  of  her  snowy  wing, — 
So  thou,  with  queeidy  grace  and  gentle  pride. 
Along  the  world's  dark  waves  in  purity  dost  glide. 


9  Thy  pale  and  pearly  cheek  was  never  made 
To  crimson  with  a  faint  false-hearted  shame  ; 
Tbou  didst  not  shrink — of  bitter  tongues  afraid, 
Who  hunt  in  packs  the  object  of  their  blame; 
To  thee  the  sad  denial  still  held  true. 
Fur  from  thiuu  own  good  tliought^  \\a  mercy  drew. 


10  And  though  my  faint  and  tributary  rhymes 
Adil  iiolhiiig  to  the  glory  of  thy  day. 
Yet  every  poet  Impes  tiial  after-times 
.Shall  set  some  value  on  his  votive  lay  ; 
Anil  J  woidd  fain  one  gentle  deed  re<ord, 
Among    the    many    buch    with    which   thy   life  is 
stored. 

Loodoo,  Ed(.  U30. 


NAOMI. 

The  ri|K^ned  harvest  smiled  on  5Ioa])'8  plain. 
As  with  a  faltering  step  Naomi  passed 
Towards  Ik-thlehem,  her  native  land. 
For  it  was  told  her  there  was  bread  in  Israel. 
Yet  pa.ssed  she  not  alone  ;  Orpha  and  Hulh, 
The  yonthfid  widows  of  her  buried  sons. 
Forsaking  home  and  kindre<l  for  her  sake. 
Clave  to  her  side,  even  as  the  ivy  clings 
To  the  scathed  oak,  clothing  the  leafiehs  trunk 
With  verdure  not  its  own. 

Pausing  to  rest 
Beneath  a  wayside  palm,  Naomi's  grief 
Burst  forth  in  all  the  self-abandonment 
Of  sad  despair  :      "  My  daughters,  go,  return 
Kach  to  her  mother's  house  I      It  is  not  nuet 
That  ye  should  further  link  your  <l(siinies 
With  mine.      One  draught  from  my  life-cup 
Of  sorrow  may  suflice  fj)r  tlie«',  alone 
I'll  drain  the  dregs,  nor  murmur  at  my  lot. 
Within  your  breasts  the  germs  of  ha|>pine88 
May  yet  put  forth  their   tender  shoots,  and  in 
Their  native  soil  prinluce  abundant  fruit. 
(io<l  deal  with  you  as  ye  have  kindly  dealt 
With   me,  and  with  the  dea<l.      Farewell." 
So  Orpha  kissed  her  mother,  and  rt-tnrned. 
But  steadfast  Huth.  twining  her  arms  around 
Nar)mi's  neck,  in  ]>laintive  accents  thus 
Iler  suit  |)referre<i  : 

"Ah  me,  my  mollur  :   by  that  s.-icred  love 
Whicli  thrilled  my  soul  wlieu  thy  mat«rnal 
Lips  kissed  the  tinshed  cheek  of  Mahlos's  bride, 
Anil  called  her  daughter; 

( )h  I  by  the  mem'ry 
Of  that  fatal  blow  which  left  thee  chihlless. 
And  myself  a  widow  ;  by  all  my  ho|H'8 
Of  happiness  Ix'Vond  this  vale  of   tears, 
F.nfreai  me  not  to  \r\\\v  thi-o.      Wherever 
Thou  giH'st  I  will  go,  thy  p-ople  shall  Ih-  mine  ; 
Thy  (iivl  my  (iod  ;  aiitl  where  thou  diest, 
There  will  I  be  burie<L" 

One  long  omhracr. 
Baptised  in  tears,  the  holy  compact  seale<l. 
So  hand  in  hand  their  journey  they  pursU(>d, 
And  as  the  sun's  departing  rays  lingepnl 
On  .ludaii's  hills,  tiiey  entenil  BiMhlehem. 
With  heart.s  cast  down,  but  not  forsaken. 
The  weary  pilgrims  turniMl  aside  their  feet 
Far  from  the  crowded  street. 


b-'))i 


IVOMAN  /A*  SACRED  BONO 


And  with  their  f;iith  in  Tsrnrl's  God  unshaken, 
In  a  loniiy  dwilliiig  laid  tlicin  ilown  to  rest, 

Witli  (Jo(J's  protrction  blest. 
Sav,  w  IS  it  fancy,  or  did  anjiols,  stealinjr 
On  noiseless  winjs  around  that  widow'd  bed, 

Rrin:^  tidings  from  the  dead. 
Their  blissful  horaa  in  Paradise  revealing? 
And  with  a  prophet's  ken  did  she  foresee 

Utith's  lilorious  destiny  ? 
At  first  in  lioaz's  fields  a  hinnhle  "rleaner, 
Then  at  tiie  altar,  standiiiji  by  his  side, 

A  lovely,  blushing  bride; 
And  by  that  revelation,  hath  she  seen  her 
The  joyful  mother  of  a  race  of  kings, 

From  \vheiic(^  ^lessiah  springs. 
Yes,  in  that  hour  niethinks  her  unsealed  vision, 
Peering  the  mist  of  ages,  hailed  afar 

That  bright  and  Morning  Star, 
The  Stiir  of  IJethlehem  ;  and  from  the  elysian 
Burst  on  her  ear  that  sweet,  seraphic  strain, 

A  Saviour's  come  to  reign  ! 

MRS.  E.  8.   KELLOOa, 
Janesville,  Wis. 


TWELVE    YEARS   OF   SILENCE. 

1  Father,  who  in  love  unerring     , 

Hast  my  life  in  silence  veiled. 
Hushed  be  every  faithless  murmur. 

For  that  love  has  never  failed  ; 
Twelve  long  years  a  spell  unbroken 

Hath  o'er  ear  and  voice  been  thrown, 
Yet  the  Saviour's  voice  has  spoken 

To  my  hiiart  with  clearer  tone. 

2  Eight  bright  years  their  course  had  numbered, 

All  undimmed  by  care  or  pain  ; 
Though  those  sounds  so  long  have  slumbered. 

Yet  their  echoes  still  remain. 
In  my  fancy  still  I  hear  them. 

And  a  gleam  of  light  they  throw 
O'er  a  path  whose  lonely  sorrow 

Only  "  silent  ones  "  can  know. 
8  As  the  bird  at  midnight  singeth 

In  its  purest,  clearest  strain. 
Music  sweet  our  Father  bringcth 

From  the  discipline  of  pain  ; 
On  my  heart  Him  peace  bestowing, 

Hetter  far  than  earthly  bliss. 
Soul  ami  miinl  and  heart  are  growing 

As  they  might  not,  but  for  this. 
4  What  of  life  to  rae  remaineth. 

Lord,  I  consecrati;  to  Thee  ; 
Silent  still  but  working  ever, 

Ijik(!  the  light,  my  life  shall  be, 
Till,  the  shallow  from  it  lifted, 

Sound  once  more  shall  (iod  bestow. 
In  that  world  whose  ceaseless  music 

I'ausu  and  discord  uc'ur  shall  know. 

ALICK  C.  JKNNIMai. 


HE    HATH    BORNE   OUR    GRIEFS. 

1  lie  came  into  this  world  of  sin,  and  bore  the  weight  of 

woe  and  grief. 
That  we  who  call  upon  His  name,  might  have  His 

joy  and  find  relief  ; 
And  so  we  journey  to  the  light,  because  He  struggled 

in  the  night. 

2  We  bear  Ilis  blessings  in  our  hands,  and  pass  along 

the  pleasant  way 
With  buoyant  steps  and  happy  hearts,  and  glad  eyes 

looking  to  the  day  ; 
While  He,  amid  contempt  and  loss,  carried  our  sorrows 

to  the  Cross. 

3  We  dwell  beside  a  lighted  hearth,  with  household  joys 

and  kindly  mirth  ; 
We  find  the  shelter  of  our  home  the  fairest  corner  of 

the  earth  : 
He  by  no  friend  was  comforted — He  had  not  where 

to  lay  His  head. 

4  Love  weaves  a  crown  about  our  brows,  and,  lest  a 

sorrow  should  remain. 
It  smooths  away   the   marks   of  care,   and,   with   its 

kisses,  steals  the  pain  ; 
The  cruel  thorns   men   jilanted  there  made  all  the 

crown  He  had  to  wear. 

4  The  wine  of  life  is  poured  for  us,  and  rivers  flow  and 

fountains  gush  ; 
We  close  our  eyes  in   happy  dreams  ;  He  gives  us 

sleep  amid  the  hush. 
No  copious  draught,  no  rest  He  knew  :  He   thirsted 

and  was  weary  too. 

5  We  shall  not   meet  alone  and  sad   the  white-robed 

messenger  of  death ; 

Dear  friends  shall  bless  us  as  we  go,  dim  eyes  shall 
watch  the  parting  breath  ; 

The  people,  in  His  hour  of  dread,  forsook  their  dying 
Lord  and  fled. 
7  O  base,  ungrateful  heart  of  men,  that  love  not  Jesus 
even  yet ! 

O  wondrous,  loving  heart  of  God,  that  even  now  can- 
not forget ! 

O  Saviour,  love  us  as  before !  O  Master,   make  us 
love  Thee  more  ! 

MARIANNE  FARNINQUAM,   1878- 


STILLNESS. 

"  Be  qniet :  fear  not."— laa.  vii :  4. 

1   Thou  lavest  Thine  hand  on  the  fluttering  heart. 

And  sayest  "  Be  still !  " 
The  shadow  and  silence  are  only  a  part 

Of  -Thy  sweet  will : 
Thy  presence  is  with  me,  and  where  Thou  art, 

I  fear  uo  ill. 

MIB8   r.   n.    UAVEAOAL, 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER.  *e. 


859 


^an  |.  Clark  ^'ippinrotl, 

The  weU-knuvu  »uthur  if  nuracroiu  puviiu,  trureli,  •lorie*,  (kelchoa, 
kc.,  uudiTlbti  flurfl•ti>-Jf^lf/lrof  (jTiiColjroeuHtMxl,  WijilMirii  In  N«»  Yurk  iu 
1823.  She  U  oiiu  uf  tUu  lint-a*.  Iccturi-rv  llviiu,  on  t<:iiij*rruiiL*  -  aiiil  nther 
wclal  rvliirnu  During  liur  ik^vinU  Curoiiekii  tmini,  nlir  hu  tli-ll(liU-U  kiiil 
liit«rust«<l  thi>iuaiHU  with  hrr  cniT*-fl)Mtiidi*iioo  pultUiUtc<l  \n  thp  lo'iai 
proiiiiiiKiit  JnuniaU  of  uiir  (JixUrn  citl<'«.  Hhn  In  oiimiiliTrd  onr  u(  the 
lewUug  pucU  u(  to-«litjr,  will  hur  iiruae  article*  are  Dot  oxovUmI  b|r  an/. 

THE   STORY   OF   SOME    BELLS. 
TOLD    FOR    A    POET. 

1  A  little  lesjoml.  doar  anil  fjracions  friorifl, 

Has  stniiijjtly  wroii;,'hi  upon  my  heart  t<Mlay  ; 
Let  me  tlir  story  to  thy  heart  cominciul, 
And  ttii  it  to  thee  in  my  himjjle  way. 

2  Lon<(  years  a^one,  a  Southern  artisan, 

I)o\vt;rt(l  willi  the  tender  jjenins  of  his  clime, 
A  dreaniy-«'ye<l,  devout,  and  sad-voiced  man, 

Cast  witli  rare  skill,  a  wondrous,  tuneful  chime, 

3  Whose  very  sound  might  draw  the  pajjan  Turk 

To  bow  in  rapture  on  tlu;  minster  Hoor ; 
And,  it  was  said,  this  founder  seemed  to  pour 

His  deep  Italian  soul  into  his  work, 
I.,ik(^  molten  nni>ic ;  and  when  first  hij;h  hung 
A  trinmpli-peal  tin?  hells  harmonious  rung. 
And  made  a  Salthath  on  the  golden  air, 
He  stood  with  eia-petl  haiuls,  and  brow  all  bare, 
And  murmured  liijuid  syllables  of  prayer. 

4  Against  the  cliff,  lH:neath  the  convent  tower, 

He  built  the  rude  nest  of  his  peasant  homo, 
Nor  wandering  sail,  nor  liopc  of  gain,  had  power 
To  tempt  him  from  the  8[)Ot  blessed  by  his  bells 
to  roam. 

5  At  last  there  ramo  to  curse  that  lovely  land, 

The  woe  and  waste  of  war  ;   the  legend  tells 
How  onc!  wild  night  a  sacrilegious  band 
Despoiled  the  convent  even  of  its  bells. 

6  The  foimder,  seizing  his  nule  arms,  in  vain 

Strove  that  fierce  tide  of  blood  and  fire  to   stay, 
lie  saw  his  honu!  in  flames,  his  brave  sons  slain, 
And  then  a  dungeon's  walls  shut  out  the  day. 

7  Long  years  wore  on  ;  at  last,  the  artisan, 

A  weary,  i)owe(i,  gray-haire<l,  and  lonely  man, 
Joyless  iM'held  again  the  sea,  the  sky, 

Aud  pined  to  hear  bis  bells   once    more — then 
die. 

8  Somewhere,  he    knew,   those    bells   at  mom  and 

even 
Made  sweetest  music  in  the  ear  of  Ileavon  ; 
Voiced  human  worship.  ealle<I  to  prai>e  and  prayer 
Censers  of  sound,  high  swin^ring  in  the  air. 

9  The  legeml  telleth  how,  from  town  to  town 
Where'er  a  minster  cross  8too«l  up  to  blesa 
God's    praying    souls,    where'er   a   spire    lookeil 

down. 
He    through  strange    lands  an<l    weary    ways    did 

press 
Uis  mournful  pilgrimagv,  oompanioulc&s. 


10  The  Norman  carillons,  so  sweet  and  clear, 

The  ehinuH  of  Amhleidam  and   gray  old   Ghent, 
But  alien  musie  rang  they  to  his  ear, 

No  (aintehi  thrill  of   joy  to    bib  hail    heart   they 
bent. 

11  Before  full  many  an  Knglish  tower  he  stoml 

And  vainly  listened,  then  pursued  bis  quest; 
At  last  a  noble  lady,  fair  and  goo<l. 

The  8ail-<»yed  pilgrim  |>ointed  to  the  west. 
And  said,  ".\t  Limerick  is  a  chime  of  IrIIb 

Fit  to  ring  in  the  coming  of  the  Lord, 
So  solemn  sweet  the  melody   that  swells 

From  their  bronze  throats  all  pealing  in  accord. 

12  Soft  shades  foretold  the  coming  f)f  the  night ; 

Yet  goldenly  on  Shannon's  emerald  shores. 
As  charmed,  or  fallen  :ij>leep,  the  (-unset   light 

Siill  lingered, — or  as  there  sweet  Day 
Had  ilrop|>ed  her  mantle,  ere  she  took  her  flight. 

rp  Shannon's  tiih;  a  i>oat  slow  held  its  way  ; 
All  silent  In-nt  the  boatnu-n  to  their  oars 

For  at  their  feet  a  dying  stranger  lay. 

13  Li  broken  accent.s  of  a  foreign    tongue 

He  breathed  fond  names  and   murmured  worda 
of  pr.ayer, 
And  yearningly  his  wast«il  arms  out  flung. 

Gr;isped    viewless   hand    and    kissed   the   empty 
air.  * 

14  .Sudden  upon  the  breeze  came  floating  down 
The  sound  of  vesjM-r  Ik-IN  from   Limerick  town, 
So  sweet  't  would  seem  that  holiest  of  chimes 
Stored  up  new  notes  amid  it  silent   times. — 
Some  wandering  mehxlies  from  heavenly  climes; 
Or  gathered  music  from  the  snmmet  hours. 

As  Im'cs  draw  sweets  from  tributary  flowers. 
I'eal  followiHl  jM>al,  till  all  the  air  around 
Trembled  in  waves  of  undulating  Round. 

15  The  dying  stranger,  where  he  gasping  lay, 

Heard    the  sweet    chime    and    knew   it   ringing 
nigh. 
Quick  from  his  side  the  phantoms  fljnl  away. 
And  the  last  soul-light  kindled  in  his  eye  ! 
His  cold  hands  reaching  to  the  shadowy  (.horr, 
"Madonna,  thanks  I"  hecrietl,  "I  hear  my  bells  once 
more .'  " 

16  Nearer  they  drew  to  Limerick,  whore  the  Ixdls 

Wen*  raining  music  from  the  church-tower  high  ; 
The  pilgrim  lislene<l  till  their  latest  swells 

.ShiM)k  from  his  heart  the  faintest  echoing  sigh. 

17  With  thoir  sweet  erasing.  cease<l  his  mortal  breath, 

•So  like  a  conipn-ror  to  the  U-tter  laiicl 
l*ass«'d  the  worn  artisan. — such  music  grand 
I'prollcfl  ln'fore  him  on  the  heavenly  path. 

18  From  the  west  heavens  went  out  the  hun^'t  gold. 
And  Hes|)«>rus  his  silver  lamp  uphung  ; 

To  countless  pious  liearts  iIiom-  Im'IU  li.td  rung 
The  ves|M-r  chime  that  humntonelh  to  pray  : 

lint  to  that  siranijcr,  weary,  lone  nml  old. 
They  |>calctl  thv  maliut  of  iuimuruU  daj. 


8G0 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


19  Tims  thou,  my  port,  from  thy  soul  hast  wrought 
III     niiiclul    Miiig   sweet    chimes    of     deep-toued 

th()uj.dit, 
To  sound   toward  heaven,  high  hung  on  massive 

tow  ITS 

Tliiit  ovcrh)ok  the  world  ;  in  silent  hours, 

Kviui  in  darkness.  i:athorin<r,  note  by  note, 

God's  deepest  melodies,  tliat  ever  float 

Above  the  toiling  or  tiie  sleeping  earth  ; 

To  answer  grief  with  grief,  and  mirth  with  mirth. 

To  tling  sweet  strains  upon  the  path  of  day. 

As  flowers  are  flung  upon  the  victor's  way ; 

To  cheerily  peal  out  amid  the  storm 

Beneath  the  rolling  of   the  thunder  cars  ; 

Ring  in  the  calm  eves,  with  sunset  glories  warm, 

And  sound  before  the  coming  of  the  stars. 

20  And  from  thy  bells  we  deem  each  latest  time 
We  hear  a  clearer  and  a  grander  chime. 

That  fall  their  faintest  notes  with  sweetness  rare, 
Like  birds  that  sing  in  death  soft  dropping  down 

the  air  ; 
And  when  thou  floatest  o'er  that  solemn  river 
That  for  its  shade  the  mournful  cypress  hath, 
Along  whose  shore  the  peaceful  aspens  shiver 
That  stream  of  dread,  the  icy  floods  of  death. 
Parting  our  mortal  life  from  God's  forever, 
Then  fi%ni  the  shore  thou  leavest,  ah !  mayst  thou 
Know  thy  true  thoughts  yet  chiming  clear  and  high ; 
Then  may  the  joyliglit  kin<lle  in  thine  eye 
And  smile  the  cold  death  shadow  from  thy  brow. 
Hearing    that   chime    sound   o'er  the  stream's  sad 

flowing. 
And  echoed  from  the  land  to  which  thou'rt  going! 
Not  smiling  sliari)ly  on  the  air  above 
And  not  in  thunder  bolts  of  sound  down  hurled ; 
But  ringing  soft  God's  peace  and  pitying  love, 
And  pealing  His  redemption  o'er  the  world. 

SARA  J.   LIPPINCOTT. 

In  "Atlantic  Monthly." 

New  York,  1872. 

Sliss  (Ophcliii  6.  grotoning 

Is  the  author  of  many  hymns,  and  has  published  a  book  of  poems. 
She  frequently  writes  under  the  nom  dr  plume  of  "Phelie,"  "  Felie." 

PRAY   WITHOUT   CEASING. 

1  Unanswered  yet  the  prayer  your  lips  have  pleaded 

In  agony  of  heart  these  many  years? 
Does  faith  begin  to  fail,  is  hope  declining, 

And  think  you  all  in  vain  those  falling  tears? 
Say  not  the  Father  has  not  heard  your  prayer ; 
You  shall  have  your  desire,  sometime,  somewhere. 

2  Uii.inswered  yet  ?  tho'  when  you  first  presented 

This  one  petition  at  the  Father's  throne. 
It  seeniiMl  you  eouM  not  wait  the  time  of  asking, 

So  anxious  was  your  heart  to  liave  it  done: 
If  years  have  pas.sed  since  then,  do  not  de.spair. 
For  God  will  answer  you  sometime,  somewhere. 


Unanswered  yet?  But  you  are  not  unheeded; 

The  promises  of  God  forever  stand  ; 
To  Him  our  days  and  years  alike  are  equal ; 

Have  faith  in  God  I  It  is  your  Lord's  command. 
Hold  on  to  Jacob's  angel,  and  your  prayer 
Shall  bring  a  blessing  down  sometime,  somewhere. 

Unanswered  yet  ?  Nay,  do  not  say  unanswered 
Perhaps  your  part  is  not  yet  wholly  done, 

The  work  began  when  first  your  prayer  was  uttered; 
And  God  will  finish  what  He  has  begun. 

Keep  incense  burning  at  the  shrine  of  pra\er. 

And  glory  shall  descend  sometime,  somewhere. 

Unanswered  yet?  Faith  cannot  be  unanswered; 

Her  feet  are  firmly  planted  on  the  Rock; 
Amid  the  wildest  storms  she  stands  undaunted, 

Nor  quails  before  the  loudest  thunder  shock. 
She  knows  Omnipotence  has  heard  her  prayer. 
And  cries  "  It  shall  be  done"  sometime,  somewhere. 

MISS  OPHELIA  OUVON  BROWNINO. 

Fougbkeepeie,  N.  Y. 


From  her  book  of;  poems  "Singing  with  Grace,"  iPub..  by  Willan) 
Tract  Repository,  Boston  and  New  York,  1882. 

AMEN. 

1  I  cannot  say. 

Beneath  the  pressure  of  life's  cares  today, 

I  joy  in  these  ; 

But  I  can  say 
That  I  had  rather  walk  this  rugged  way 

If  Him  it  please. 

2  I  cannot  feel 

That  all  is  well  when  darkening  clouds  conceal 

The  shining  sun  ; 

But  then,  I  know 
God  lives  and  loves  ;  and  say,  since  it  is  so. 

Thy  will  be  done. 

3  I  cannot  speak 

In  happy  tones ;  the  tear-drops  on  my  cheek 

Show  I  am  sad ; 

But  I  can  speak 
Of  grace  to  suffer  with  submission  meek. 

Until  made  glad. 

4  I  do  not  see 

Why  God  should  e'en  permit  some  things  to  be. 

When  He  is  love  ; 

But  I  can  see, 
Though  often  dimly,  through  the  mystery. 

His  hand  above ! 

5  I  do  not  know 

Where  falls  the  seed,  that  I  have  tried  to  sow 

With  greatest  care  ; 

But  I  shall  know 
The  meaning  of  each  waiting  hour  below, 

Sometime,  somewhere ! 


MISCELLANF.OUS.    CHK/STJUAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTKIl,  Ac 


KGl 


6  I  <lo  not  look 

Ul)on  the  present,  nor  in  Nutnrc's  Itook, 

To  nail  my  i-^^^i. 

But  1  ilo  look 
For  promisoil  l)lu.s.sin;;s  in  God's  Holy  Book  ; 

Anil  I  can  wail. 

8  I  may  not  try 

To  keep  tlio  hot'trais  back  ;  but  busli  that  si-^'h, 
"  It  mi;,'lit  have  beeu  ;" 
And  try  to  still 
Each  rising  mnrmnV,  and  to  God's  sweet  will 
Respond  "Amen." 

OPHELIA  O.    imoWNINil. 

Poiii[hkceti«l<),  N.  Y..  18M. 

Tfrom  '  Siuglug  with  (Sraoe," 


fgliia  glaria  (llilb 


Wm  horn  In  Mwlf.inl,  Miu«i  In  ISM.  Hit  ancnitnni  «>tnlKraU-<J  from 
KugUnil  to  iJiin  c  miiiry  In  163a  In  I8J5  Mm  Kmnowi-for  tlu»t  wm  l"-f 
nuUduu  iianio  -oiwhimI  »  prirttto  Kh.xil  lu  W»UTt.>wn.  Two  yi-ttm  laU-r 
■ho  MUbliiilinl  "  The  JutuuUu  MlncrlLuiy  "-tliu  pioneer  clillilr»Mr«  M»«- 
•zliie.  She  iiivtietl  l>»»id  Leo  Clilld.  a  Il.wton  lawyer.  In  182S.  Tlio 
f.aiowlug  ya»r  die  publUheJ  "  Tlio  Fnnfal  H.iu«iwlfe.  "  wltlcli  ixvui 
reach  '•!  iu  fortieth  eUitlou  This  wa»  •UMi-eJca  by  "The  Mother"! 
Bioli."  '■TheGlrriOwu  B.x)k."  "Tlio  History  of  Women."  "Tlie  Blog- 
nphles  of  Good  Wire*"  »c  The  miwt  eminent  iwrliidlcal  of  that  ilajT 
»ld  of  her:  -  "We  are  not  »ure  that  any  wciinan  of  our  country  could  out 
niik  Mr«.  Child  "  Few.  If  any  writer*,  had  done  more  or  betU-r  thlnica 
for  literature  at  that  time  Tliat  »he  waa  lirare  and  fearlenB,  when 
kiiowliiK  liur»elf  to  lie  In  the  right,  la  nhowii  In  the  iirefacc  to  her  "  Al»- 
peal  In  liehalf  of  that  claiw  of  Americaiui  callcit  .Vfrican*-"  Shn  wrote : 
"  t  am  fully  aware  of  the  uniiopularity  of  tlie  taiik  I  haTo  nnderUken; 
but  though  I  e»pect  ridicule  ami  oenaure.  I  do  not  fear  them.  A  few 
Tean  heuce.  the  i>plnl.>uii  of  the  world  will  Ik-  a  matUr  In  whiili  I  liara 
rot  the  roort  traaaleiit  lnten-«t.  But  thl«  book  wlU  U-  abr>ad  on  lU 
minion  of  humanity,  long  aft43'  the  hand  that  wrote  It  \»  mingling  with 
theduat." 

The  poet  WhItUcr  once  iialil  of  hor:— 'It  la  not  exacseration  to  »ay  tliat 
nomannr  woman  of  thatperi.nl  rewlered  nxm!  (ulaUntial  n-rrlcc  to 
tho  caoae  of  freedom,  or  made  auch  a  grvat  renunclaUon  to  do  It." 
Of  her  dom««Uc  car«.  which  at  time*  weighed  hoaTlly  up.in  hir.  ahs 
remark«l:-"It  liuot  I  who  drudge.  It  l<  merely  tho  caae  containing  me. 
I  ilefy  all  the  powem  of  earth  and  hell  to  make  mo  tcrub  floom  or  feed 
pigs.  If  I  chooM  to  lie  off  conTening  with  tho  augcU,"  yet  her  wtUlog 
hand  wa»  alw»y»  ready  for  any  needc<l  »erTlco. 

For  eight  yean  »ho  and  hir  hu«l»nd  editeil  a  New  York  PM>W-  HI* 
Dl  health  compelled  h~r  to  manage  It  entirely  al-nn  for  two  yean,  but 
with  great  nioeeia,  though  anluoua  toll.  Her  huaband  wa»  a  moat  con- 
genial C"impanlor.  and  In  old  age  waa  the  aame  loTcr  aa  In  ^outh.  fhie 
day  In  their  old  ago  ho  aald  to  her  :  -"  I  wUh  f.T  yntir  "ak"  I  wm  aa  rich 
aaCnwua"  to  which  ahe  n-plifl.  "V  of 

Lydla."    Her  hiulond  waa  fond  o(  '  I« 

m  rntionwl  almply  aa  another  c«o  ..;  .   .., '  o' 

lUT*ry  people.  A  wrong  imprea»l..n  prrraila In  thia  nutter,  or  haa.  but 
b  now  being  righted.  Aa  a  role,  our  lllormry  womL-ii  are  Ih.-  he«!  hm»^ 
k.tpera  and  make  the  beet  wlTea.     An  .>ccaai.>uil  eict;'  rea 

the  role,  and  In  theee  InaUnoe*  wnnltl  h-iTo  tieeu  unlia|.,  .,od 

In  U*.erary  poranlta).     For  Iwentf-two  jfn  Mr.  and  Mi»  '  >  .1  oo- 

tlnly  al'HO.  wilhoal  any  domaatlo  aariafanre.  and  io  the  maut  booM, 
and  untloT  the  inoel  hapw  cbeomitancac 

She  waa  Tory  beocrolent  and  waa  cunatantly  doing  aomrthinc  to  aid 
the  unfortunate  and  r»lae  tho  fallen.  Dnring  her  laat  yrara  alie  remarked 
that  she  ha-l  nerir  rxperieneetl  any  happlneaa  to  U-  enni;rtrr.l  with  tho 
eo'iacloiunew  "f  Hftlnit  a  bamwi  anal  out  of  the  mire  Thl«  ww  In  ref- 
•renee  Iai  the  ref..rroaU.Mi  of  a  drankard.  after  many  monlha  of  diligent 
aObct  on  her  part  to  aaalat  him. 


age. 


In  her  will  apMTl«loii  w.u  ma.U-  Ui  luiTo  llfty  dolUn  aye«  paid  Uiblm 
In  uKiiilhly  hmtalnii'iilA,  au  hmg  oa  lie  rrf mined  from  drink.  Tnu  U  hut, 
one  ijf  thr  many  Inituiioea  In  arliich  iihebel|>t«lllitea  U>  a  higher  alaudanL 
.Many  a  fallen  woman  and  teiuptud  liiobriato  alio  twik  to  hor  own  homo 
and  oounaelled  and  waioho<l  uier  tlicui  uunth  by  uioutli.     I*riaou  l«n 

wore  no  Uurkr,  when  alio  felt   Uial  alie  O'juld  r  ■   ' -•.eeur 

c-Mnfiirt  t.>  tlioiu  Inhind  tlieiii      Thua  waa  Ui<  i>r»' 

fina.  a  iut,d  .lUt  In  her  <Uily  life,  and  «Jie  put  I.  I.etl, 

h^iur  by  hiMir.  With  no  cliUdnn  •  f  her  own,  altu  Odaytl  aIiuv  uioiher 
to  many.  1  ler  liualund  In.  d  to  Iho  rti«i  old  awo  .jf  elght>  Uiro  j.  and  ahe 
a.-Tenty  eight.     Her  laat   wcik.   "  .\     '  f  the  WoriU."  waa  j.uli- 

lUhid  In  1S7S.     Wendell  l'hilli«aa  i.u waatbeUoduf  wumau 

one  would  chooae  t<i  repreaint  w..h.  I  -  Into broailcr life.     Mod- 

eat,  womanly,  alnoerv.  altii:ile.  aiillil,  real,  loyal,  to  lie  truatnl;  *<|ual  to 
aflalra,  and  yet  uliuTe  th.ui;  a  hand  n-atly  for  Croaide  help,  and  a  rraeh- 
liig  out  of  Into  tlie  InflnlU'  and  unfatlioiuahlo,  ao  thai  Ufa  waa  UlVed  to 
romance,  to  heroliin.  ami  Ui  InftUa'.  faith." 

Her  iMH-ina.  although  not  ao  nunieroiu  aa  herpmae  worka,  are  of  ablgb 
Older  and  much  ailmlrad  and  amuht  afu-r.  conlaluing  aa  they  eirer  do 

thouglita  ele»atlng  li;  their  l.ndenciea.     Her  grate  In  Waylaiid  (Vnlro. 

Maaa,  la  marked  only  by  a  i-lain  while  inarl.lo  alab  »«ring  l.rr  name, 
date  of  death,  and  Iho  worda  -"You  call  ua  dead  Wo  ara  tint 
,  but  troly  llTlng  now." 

THE   STREAM    OF    LIFE. 

1  In  morning  hours, 
Full  of  llowcr.s. 
Our  swift  boats  i^Vvh^ 
O'er  life's  brigiit  tide  ; 

And  every  tiiiu>  the  ours  \\v  raise. 
The  fulling  ilrops  like  diamonds  hl.izc. 

2  From  earth  and  sky 
Comes  melody  ; 
And  every  voice 
Singeth,  "  R«'joioc  !  " 

While  echoes  all  around  prolonjj 
The  cadence  of  that  wondrous  song. 

3  Above  each  boat 
Bright  fairies  float. 
Mounting  on  air 
To  castles  there. 

The  earth  is  full  of  glorious  things. 

All  tinged  with  light  from  rainbow  wings. 

4  Dear  friendship's  smile, 
And  love's  sweet  will, 
Make  life  all  bright 
With  genial  liglit. 

And  seem  to  shine  with  steady  ray, 
That  no'er  can  cliange,  or  fade  aw  .iy. 
•  •••••• 

5  More  slowly  gliiles  life's  evening  l>oat. 
And  witlund  flowers  nnmnd  it  Hoat. 
The  drops  fall  dark  from  many  oars. 
And  dismal  fogs  shroud  all  the  shores. 

6  Like  a  widowed  hinl  that  mourns  alone. 
Sillies  Music,  in  her  minor  tone. 
Of  llowtTS  that  blossom  but  to  die  ; 
And  echoes  answer  plaintively. 

7  Bright  fairies  change  to  limping  hags ; 
Their  rainlKiw  wings  to  dingy  rags  ; 
Dark  heavy  rloudt  sail  ihmugh  the  air. 
Where  goKlcn  cosllos  shono  so  fair. 


8C2 


WOMAy^  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


8  Strono;  licarfs  grow  faint,  and  young  ones  old  ; 
FriL-ndsliips  decline,  and  Lov*'  is  cold  ; 

Dim  iwiliglil  changes  morn's  ideal 
To  tlick'riiig  shadows,  ail  unreal. 

9  Hut  joy  remains,  if  we  have  thrown 
Fresh  flowers  to  boats  around  our  own, 
Though  currents  part  us  far  and  wide, 
Sweet  perfumes  live  from  (lowers  that  died. 

10  Or  if  our  blossoms  formed  good  seeds, 
Such  as  the  growing  future  needs, 
Tiiose  little  gems  jjcrehance  may  yield 
Rich  waving  crops  in  Time's  ripe  fields. 

11  Tliougli  dark  the  tide  we're  drifting  o'er, 
It  brings  us  near  that  brighter  shore, 
Where  longing  souls  at  length  will  know 
The  use  of  this  world's  changing  show. 

12  Meanwhile,  though  sunlight  has  gone  down, 
Life's  ev'ning  wears  a  starry  crown. 
Where  weary  ones,  who  look  above, 

May  read  the  letters,  **  God  is  love." 

LYUIA  MARIA  CHILD. 

FALLOW   GROUND. 

Like  to  an  upturned  field,  all  brown  and  bare. 
From  which  are  gathered  all  the  scanty  sheaves, 
Still  scattered  o'er  with  broken  grassy  leaves, 
Or  stock  of  stubble  standing  here  and  there. 
Lying  exposed  unto  the  sun  and  air. 
Drinking  the  rain  in,  and  the  blessed  dew, 
Until  'tis  ready  for  the  harvest  new. 
And  turned,  and  mellowed  by  the  deep  plow-share; 
So  I  lie,  broken,  wearied  by  the  toil 
Which  yielded  harvest  of  such  scanty  grain. 
The  plow  of  thought  drives  deep  within  the  soil 
Of  barren  soul  ;  and  still  I  wait  the  dew 
And  fruitful  sun  of  heaven  to  renew. 
And  make  me  bud  and  blossom  once  again. 

CAROLINE   HAZARD. 

Peace  Dale,  R.  I.    1SS5. 

AWAKENING. 

KECOONIZING  THE   UOLY  SnillT'S   PRESENCE. 

1  W^ith  careless  feet  and  dim   unseeing  eyes 

We  plod  along  the  weary  ways  of  life. 
Closed  are  our  ears  to  angel-harmonies, 
Hi<lden  from  sight,  the  deeper  mysteries 

With  which  the  spirit-world  is  ever  rife. 

2  One  touch  of  the  Enchanter's  hand,  and  lo  ! 

We  waken  nji  to  a  new  heaven  and  earth  ! 
O  balmy  air, —  O  golden  sunset  glow  ! 
O  wondrous  fr.agrance  of  the  flowers,  that  blow 

In  the  glad  sunshine  of  the  heart's  new  birth. 

3  O  soul  of  mine,  that  trembles  to  the  touch 

Of  fairy  fingers  never  felt  before, 
A  viewless  Presence  broodeth  like  a  doye, 
Fills  and  enfolds  thee  with  a  perfect  love 

Unknown,  undreamed-of  in  the  days  of  yore. 


4  'T  is  the  sweet  token  of  the  great  "  To  Come  " 
Thro'  gates  ajar  soft  falling  on  thee,  now. 

Then,  ever  as  now,  one  earthly  part  must  die 

Before  we  bask  in  immortality 

Or  catch  the  radiance  from  Jehovah's  brow. 

ELIZABETH  PALMER  MATHEWS. 

THE    LAST   HYMN. 

1  The  Sabbath  day  was  ending 

In  a  village  by  the  sea. 
The  uttered  benediction 

Touched  the  people  tenderly. 
And  they  rose  to  face  the  sunset 

In  the  glowing,  lighted  west. 
And  then  hastened  to  their  dwellings. 

For  God's  blessed  boon  of  rest. 

2  But  they  looked  across  the  waters. 

And  a  storm  was  raging  there ; 
A  fierce  spirit  moved  above  them. 

The  wild  spirit  of  tlie  air. 
And  it  lashed  and  shook  and  tore  them. 

Till  they  thundered,  groaned,  and  boomed, 
And  alas  !  for  any  vessel 

In  their  yawning  gulfs  entombed. 

3  Very  anxious  were  the  people 

On  that  rocky  coast  of  Wales, 
Lest  the  dawn  of  coming  morrow 

Should  be  telling  awful  tales. 
When  the  sea  had  spent  its  passion 

And  should  cast  upon  the  shore 
Bits  of  wreck  and  swollen  victims, 

As  it  had  done  heretofore. 

4  With  the  rough  winds  blowing  round  her, 

A  brave  woman  strained  her  eyes. 
And  she  saw  along  the  billows 

A  large  vessel  fall  and  rise. 
Oh !  it  did  not  need  a  prophet 

To  tell  what  the  end  must  be, 
For  no  ship  could  ride  in  safety 

Near  the  shore  on  such  a  sea. 

5  Then  pitying  people  hurried 

From  their  homes  and  thronged  the  beach. 
Oh  I   for  power  to  cross  the  water 

And  the  perishing  to  reach. 
Helpless  hands  were  wrung  for  sorrow. 

Tender  hearts  grew  cold  with  dread, 
And  the  ship,  urg(>d  by  the  tempest. 

To  the  fatal  rock-shore  sj>ed. 

6  "  She  has  parted  in  the  middle  ; 

Oh  !  the  half  of  her  goes  down  ! 
God  have  mercy  !  Oh  !  is  Heaven 

Far  to  seek  for  those  who  drown  ?  " 
Lo  I  when  next  the  white,  shocked  faces 

Looked  with  terror  on  the  sea. 
Only  one  last  clinging  figure 

On  the  spar  was  seen  to  be. 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CllRISTAfAS,  NEW  YEAH'S.  EASTER.  Jef. 


BG.i 


7  AikI  mar  llic  Iriinliliiii;   watcliors 

Caiiif  tile  wreck,  tii>.><'il  \\\  tin-  Wiivp  ; 
Anil  tlio  iiiiui  still  cluii;;'  and  lloalcil, 

Tliouj^li  no  ju)\viT  on  t-artli  coiilil  save. 
"C'oiilil  «(•  scimI  liiin  a  >liiirl  ni<'s-;a;iO  ?  " 

H<-ri-s  a  IniMipct       Sliuiit  away  ! 
'T  was  ilir  iircarliir's  lianil  llial  t<u)k  it, 

And  lie  wondered  what  It)  say. 

8  Any  memory  of  his  sermon — 

Firstly,  secondly  ?  Ah  I   no! 
There  was  hut  one  thinj;  to  utter 

In  the  awful  hour  of  woe. 
So  ho  shouted   through  the  liuuipet  : 

'*  Look  t(j  .lesus  !   Can  you  hi-ar?  " 
And  *'A\e,  aye,  sir!  "   rani:  ih"  answer 

O'er  the  waters,  loud  and  elear. 

9  Then  they  listened.      He  is  sinking 

"  .Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul  !  " 
And  the  winds  hron<:ht  hack  the  echo, 

"While  the  nearer  waters  roll." 
Stnin<;e,  indeed,  it  was  to  hear  him, 

"Till  the  storm  of  life  was  past," 
Sinfriny  bravely  from  the  waters, 

"  Oh!  receive  my  soul  at  last!" 
10  He  could  have  no  other  refuse, 

"  Han;;s  my  heli)less  soul  on  Thee"; 
"  Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not" — The  singer 

Dropped  tit  last  into  the  sea  ; 
And  the  watchers,  lookiiii:  homeward 

Through  their  eyes,  with  tears  made  dim, 
Said  :  "He  passed  to  be  with  .Jesus 

In  the  singing  of  that  hymn." 

MARIAXNA  rARNINOUAM. 


THE    WIND-SWEPT    HARP. 

1  A  huiip  iEolian  harp  was  still. 

While  gentle  breezes  plaved  ; 
Rut  when  rude  storms  and  tempests  rose, 
They  woke  the  mighty  wire's  re|>ose, 
And  music,  such  as  (iabriel  knows, 

Startled  each  listening  ear. 

2  How  like  that  harp  the  human  soul, 

Whose  deep  vibrations  sleep 
Till  tribulatiiMi  sweeps  the  strings. 
And  an^uiNli  ope's  the  hidden  springs. 
Anil  from  it-s  depths  such  music  brings 

As  angels  love  to  hear  ! 
8  Thou  Great  Musician,  hero  am  I, 

A  poor,  discordant  harp; — 
My  trembling  strinijs  await  'I'liy  blow; 
Strike  as    I'liou  wilt,  for  well  1  know, 
Tho'  minor,  yet  shall  music  tlow. 

Touched  by  the  Master  hantl. 

MHN.   J.   M.   a«t<I<.   18M. 

Ill  •■  Wnnian  at  Wnrk." 

For  M  Tcan.  Kits,  sadd  wm  tho  dty  ulwlotuM-jr  at  UmUTlll*.  Kjr^ 


THE    ROCK 

"Tbern  ur  lUimu  ou  llfe'f  liark  v*Un.' 
"Ami  tlir  K<ick  •»  Chnai  '  I  Ow  -   i  -  4 

1  I  looked  on  the  surface  of  life'n  cleiir  rlver 

Ami  on  its  fair  liosoni  a  banpie  gilded  on  ; 
Ah  !   niethoiight,  't  would  remain  ax  iinnillleil  forever 
So  soft  were  the  /j'pliyis.  NO  liri;.'lif  waK  the  Kill). 

2  Within  the  lii,'lit  liarijUc  I  beheld  ilirre  were  oealiHl 

Forms  that  were  youthful,  liglil-liearled  and  free, 
Strangers  to  sorrow,  with  w.arin  heail>.  united 

And  hands  intertwined  ax  they  sailed  o'er  life*M  soa. 

3  And  a  bright  bud  of  beauty  was  Ixuind  to  encli  heart 

Whose  nnfoliiing  ch.-irms  were  like  w  itcherv's  h|H'!i ; 
They  dreamed  not  of  change  th.-il  should  wither  and 
part 
Dear  forms  and  sweet  fjiccs.  they  loved  each  m*  well. 

4  But  \\w  calm  stream  was  ruffleil,  and  tempeHtH  nwept 

o'er. 
The  ice-blast  and  billows  lashe<l  furioiislv  on. 
The  wild  waves  and  blasts  took   them   far  from  the 

sliore, 
They  were  on   the  dark   waters,  all   helj)less  and 

lone. 

5  Then  the  angry  waves  lifted  their  white  crests  on  higli. 

The  tempest-tost,  storm-beaten  barque  was  in  twain  ; 
And  listening  —  I  heard  "mid  the  moanin;:  a  cry, — 
Oh  !  give  me  the  "  Peace  be  still  "  calinness  again. 

6  But  the  cruel  storm  severed  the  stron;;  golden  chain 

Which  bound  the  loved  "  oak  "  and  the  "  ivv  "  and 

"  bud," 
And  the  "  oak  "  ami  the  "  bud  "  to  some  far  shore- 

l(;ss  main 
Were  swe[)t  from  my  sight  by  the  pitili'R<  f1o<Ml. 

7  Ah  !   where's  the  lone  "  ivy  "  so  trust ing  and  eliiiginw? 

Alone  on  dark  waters,  with  tendrils  all  torn. 
But  bla-st-s  swi-ej)  on  to  a  "  Rock  "  that  is  Hinging 
Its  strong  arms  a  refuge  from  billow  and  <torm. 

8  And    the  "  ivy  "  twined  around  it  and  hushing  her 

fears 
Whispered  softly,  yet  meekly,  '•  Here  will  I  bring 
My  bruised  heart  and  bleetling.  my  crusheil  ho^tes  and 

fears  ; 
Simply  and  truly  to  this  •  Ilock  *  will  I  cling." 

CAUtlc  I.   Poarr. 
la  -  Tbr  A4<aBoak* 

A    PICTURE. 

1  I  stniye<l  last  eve  across  the  lomly  down  i 

One  solitary  pictun-  siru<"k  my  eye — 
A  distant  pIow-l>«>y  ^u\o>\  ai:niii«t  the  sky; 
How  far  he  seemed  al)Ove  the  noisv  town  ! 

2  U|Min  the  iKCiom  of  a  cloud,  the  »o<l 

Laid  its  bruised  chi-i-k  as  be  mov««d  slowly  by, 
And,  watching  him.  I  ooki"*!  my  noul  if  I 
In  very  truth  sto<xl  half  .i.«  near  to  GoH. 


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Sirs.  (i\\\\M\ 

Foriuvrly  MUs  Huliuc.  u  it  iiatire  of  Uurliiigtoii,  N.  J.,  but  resided  for 
jeara  in  (>lii>>.  Hlir  puliliabwl  a  iiiiiiilKr  of  juvenile  works  and  wan  a 
rDSoliU-  contributor  to  the  "  K|ii8C(>|uiI  liecordcr"  and  other  iieriodiculs. 
She  vrrote  with  eau*  and  spirit,  mariced  by  pure  and  exulted  8en*.inient, 
and  uauolly  anonyiuouRly,  or  witb  the  wm|>Ie  signature  "  C"  The  foUow- 
iiil!  was  written  near  ttie  year  1847. 

THE  ELECTOR  OF  SAXONY  AT  AUGSBURG. 

1  The  first  faint  light  of  early  day 

Rested  on  vale  and  hill. 
Touched  the  old  towers  and  turrets  gray, 
But  Augsburg  slumber'd  still. 

2  Its  silent  streets  gave  back  no  sound 

Save  some  lone  passer's  tread, 
Some  peasant  to  his  labor  bound, 
Some  watcher  o'er  the  dead. 

3  Courtier  and  prince  in  deep  repose 

Forgot  each  toil  and  care, 
Yet  from  one  quiet  ciiamber  rose 
The  voice  of  early  prayer. 

4  His  princely  robes  aside  were  thrown 

His  sword  unsheathed  lay, 
Where  an  old  warrior  bent  him  dowa 
In  solitude  to  pray. 

5  The  long,  thin  locks  of  hoary  years 

Hung  round  his  noble  brow. 
While  from  his  aged  eyes  the  tears 
Fell  all  unheeded  now. 

6  Not  for  his  threatened  state  and  crown 

Did  they  in  silence  flow, 
No  selfish  fear  that  spirit  bound 
Of  royal  crafty  foe  ; 

7  'T  was  for  the  holy  ark  of  God 

He  wept  and  wrestled  there, 
Beseeching  tiiat  his  gracious  Lord 
Would  guard  it  from  each  snare. 

8  Tiie  rosy  light  fell  on  his  form. 

The  soft  breeze  stirred  his  hair. 
And  peace  from   heaven  was  gently  borne 
In  answer  to  that  prayer. 

9  His  soul  grew  calm  with  faith  and  love. 

His  eye  witii  fe^rvor  bright : 
The  strength  that  cometh  from  above 
Had  nerved  him  for  the  fight. 

10  lie  sat  amid  that  little  band 

Of  noble  Cliristian  men. 
And  seized  with  eager,  joyful  hand 
Tiie  truth-confessing  pen. 

11  "  Nay  ;  stop  me  not !  "  he  quickly  cried, 

"  I  would  confess  my  Loid  ! 
Take,  tak(^  from  me  th«'se  marks  of  pride, 
My  ermine,  hat  and  sword. 

12  "To  me  the  Cross  of  Christ  is  more 

Than  ail  those  toys  of  kings  ; 
Tliey  pass  with  lift — it  rises  o'er 
The  wreck  of  earthly  things. 


13  "  My  Master's  Cross  I  I'll  bear  it  higli 

Wliile  life  and  breath  rem.iin  ; 
Christ,  Ciirist  alone  I  I'll  d^'ing  cry 
When  other  hopes  are  vain ! 

14  "  Then  let  me  humbly  place  my  name 

I'jion  this  speaking  scroll — 
Ye  men  of  (Jod,  be  mine  3'our  shame. 
Your  couliict,  and  your  goal !  " 

15  Thou  brave  old  man  !  where'er  thou  art, 

'Mid  courts  at  princely  board, 
How  l>eautiful,  how  true  in  heart. 
Thou  servant  of  the  Lord ! 

16  Thou  veteran  in  the  glorious  fight 

For  Christ,  for  heaven,  for  truth. 
Faith  gave  tliine  aged  arm  tlie  might 
Of  strong  undaunted  youth. 

17  First  in  that  band,  the  noble  few. 

Thou  stood'st  with  bearing  high, 
"  I  must  confess  my  Saviour  too  1 " 
Thy  watchword  and  thy  cry. 

18  No  wish  for  honor,  pr.aise,  or  fame 

GJow'd  in  thine  aged  breast, 
Yet  never  shone  more  honor 'd  name 
On  proud,  imi)erial  crest. 

19  And  long  when  his  who  triumph'd  there 

Has  passed  from  mortal  sight. 
Thine  yet  shall  live  more  radiant  far. 
Engraved  with  heaven's  own  light. 

11K8.  U.   C.   CANriELD. 


THE    PRESENCE   OF   GOD. 

1  O  Thou,  who  fling'st  so  fair  a  robe 

Of  clouds  around  the  hills  untrod ; 
Those  mountain-])illars  of  the  globe. 

Whose  peaks  sustain  Thy  throne.  O  God ! 
All  glittering  round  the  sunset  skies, 

Their  trembling  folds  are  lightly  furl'd, 
As  if  to  shade  from  mortal  eyes 

The  glories  of  yon  upper  world ; 
There,  while  the  evening  star  upholds 
In  one  bright  spot  their  j)urple  folds, 
My  spirit  lifts  its  silent  prayer. 
For  Thou  the  God  of  love  art  there. 

2  The  summer  flowers,  the  fair,  the  sweet, 

Upspringing  fnu-ly  from  the  sod, 
In  whose  soft  looks  we  seem  to  meet 

At  every  step.  Thy  smiles,  O  God  ! 
The  luunblest  .soul  their  sweetness  shares, 

They  bloom  in  jialace-hall  or  cot — 
Give  me,  O  Lord  !  a  heart  like  theirs, 

Contented  with  my  lowly  lot  I 
Within  their  pure  ambrosial  bells 
In  odors  sweet  Tiiy  spirit  dwells; 
Their  breath  may  seem  to  scent  the  air, 
'Tis  Thine,  O  God!  for  Thou  art  there. 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CURISTSIAS,  NEW  YKAllS,  EASTER,  At. 


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3  The  spirit  oft  oppresscfl  with  dotiht. 

May  strive  to  ai.st  Thee  from  its  thought. 
Bill  wlio  can  shut  Thy  pn-sniice  out, 

Tiiou  mii^lily  (Jut-st  that  coiirftt  uusought! 
In  spite  ol   ail  our  cold  resolves, 

Wiiate'er  our  thoujihlji,  wiiere'cr  we  go, 
Still  maj^iiet-iike  the  heart  revolves. 

And  jtoiiits,  all  trenil»liii<^,  up  to  Thee. 
We  cannot  shifhl  a  trtnililed  hreast 
Beneatli  the  conlines  of  the  bless'd, 
Above,  below,  on  earth,  iu  air, 
For  Thou,  the  living  God.  art  there. 

4  Yet,  far  beyond  the  cloud  outspreail, 

Where  soarin;;  fancy  oft  hath  i)een, 
There  is  a  land  where   Thou  hast  said 

The  pure  in  heart  shall  enter  in  ; 
In  those  fair  realms,  so  calmly  bright, 

llow  many  a  loved  and  gentle  one 
Bathes  its  soft  plumes  in  loving  light 

That  s|)arkles  from   Thy  railiaiit  throne. 
There  souls,  once  soft  and  sad  as  ours. 
Look  up  and  sing  'mid  fadeless  Howers ; 
They  dream  no  more  of  grief  and  care, 
For  Thou,  the  God  of  peace,  art  there. 

AMKLIA   B.    WILBT, 

THE    WAY,   THE   TRUTH.   AND   THE    LIFE. 

1  Thou  art  the  Way  ! 

All  ways  are  tiiorny  mazes  without  Thee  ; 

Winn  hearts  are   jiierced,    and   thoughts    all   aimless 

stray, 
Iu  Thee  the  heart  stands  firm,  the  life  moves  free : 
Tiiou  art  the  Way  ! 

2  Thou  art  tlie  Truth  ! 
Questions  the  ages  break  against  in  vain 
C'oufront  the  spirit  in  its  untried  youth  ; 

It  starves  while  learning  poison  from  the  grave: 
Thou  art  the  Truth  I 
8  Thou  art  the  Truth  ! 

Truth  for  the  mind,  grand,  glorious,  infinite  ; 
A  heav('n  still  boundless  o'er  its  iiighest  growth; 
Bread  for  the  heart  its  daily  need  to  meet: 
ihou  art  the  Truth. 

4  Thou  art  the  Light ! 

Earth  beyond  earth  no  faintest  ray  can  give  ; 
Heaven's  shadeless  noontide  blinds  our  mortiil  sight; 
In  Thuu  we  look  on  (mmI,  and  love  and  live ; 
Thou  art  our  Light! 

5  TJiou  art  the  Ilock  ! 

Doubts  none  can  solve  heave  wild  on  every  side. 
Wave  un-etiug  wave  of  thought  in  ce:i.seles3  shock  ; 
On   Thee  the  soul  rests  calm  aiuitlst  die  tide  : 
Thou  art  the  Km-k  ! 

6  Thou  art  the  Life  ! 

Al!  ways  without  Thee,  paths  that  end  in  death ; 
All  life  without    Thee,  with  death's  liarvest  rife  ; 
All  truth's  dry  l)ones.  disjoinivl  and  void  of  bn-ath  : 
Thou  art  our  Life  ! 


7  For  Tliou  art  I^^vo  ! 

Our  Way  and  Knd  '.   the  way  is  n>Rt  witli  Thee  ! 
()  living  Truth  !   the  truth  is  life  ia  Thee  I 
O  life  essential :   life  is  bliss  with  Thee  I 
For  Thou  art  Love  I 

Mu.  ciAkLn. 

THE    LARK. 

1  The  lark's  voice  dies  \*  h<-n  fall  the  leaves. 
And  where  were  hea|K<|  the  liarveni  sheave* 

The  crickets  chirp  the  whole  night  long  ;  ' 

The  morning  of  the  <-hilIy  d.ay 

Through  iKxiing  clouds  breaks  dim  and  gray, 
And  wukes  no  burst  of  matin  song. 

2  Hut  in  a  myriiul  lowly  nests 
Iteiieath  a  myriad  plusiiing  breasts, 

Through  noontide  heat  and  twilight  dew 
Life  out  of  shafM-Iess  voiii  i(Kik  form. 
That  voices  still  tlirou;:h  shine  and  storm 

Mi,;lil  sing  the  mother  song  anew. 

3  Wliat  matter  if  we  hear  them  not, 
Hut  lie  in  some  still  place  forgot. 

Dust  crumblin<:  into  older  dust  i 

The  song  shall  still  make  L'lad  the  «'arth, 
Life  triumph  «»\er  Death  through  birih, 

And  doubt  be  satistied  in  trust. 

¥*lir  II.  BliniTT. 

In  "Thr  Cumrnl." 

IiMlbuupoliik  lud.  UBSk 

THE    SLIGHTED    GUEST. 

1  My  friend,  one  morning,  knocking  at  my  door. 

Found  me,  like  Martha.  cundM-red  with  nni<h  care; 
And  though  my  lips  a  smile  of  welcome  wore. 
Scant  time  for  friendly  converse  could  1  spare. 

2  And  so.  ere  long,  on  iietMlIess  t.isks  intent, 

I  left  to  silent  walls  my  gentle  guest ; 
Nor  rest«'<l  from  my  toil  till  <lay  was  spent. 

And  shadows  weird  crept  uji  the  darkening  west. 

8  Rememl)ering.  then.  I  turned  with  grief  unfeigned. 

And   cried.   "  Forgive  me,"     through     the     boning 
gloom  ; 
But,  lo  I  my  guest  was  gone,  and  silence  reigned, — 
A  mocking  s|K-clre  iu  the  euijity  room. 
4  O  Heavenly  Guest,  forgotten  all  the  day, 

Wouldst  thou  but  grant  .again  Thy  presence  sweet, 
•  Fain  would  I  put  my  hindering  cjin-s  away 
Aud  bit,  like  Alary,  al  Thy  sacre<l  feet ! 


MART  m.  RtKiatrr. 
Iji"OaoJCI>r«c' 


CO  RON  AT. 


All  day    the  wind   with   bitter  breath   had  with   the 

trees  IxHrn  plying. 
Had  rocke<I  and  tosseil  them  to  and  fro  and  filled  (ho 

air  with  sighing. 
The  p.illid  earth  lav  cold  and  still,  tlie  hoavcna  were 

gray  and  lowering ; 
Between  there  hung  a  shifting  veil  of  snow-flake 

softly  showering. 


870 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


2  It  was   a  day   tliat   seemed  to  moan   of  earth's  dull 

wcinlii  of  anguish  ; 
Of  joys  that  die   and  love  that   pales  and  hopes  that 

slowly  laiiguisii  ; 
Of    all  that  caus(!s    jarring  notes  where  should  be 

sweetest  singing  ; 
Of  discords  in  the   music  that  the  hand  of  God  set 

ringing. 

S  But  as  the   hidden   sun  went  down,  the  snow-flakes 

ceased  descending, 
And  golden  beams  like  lances  flashed,  the  clouds  in 

shivers  rending, 
Wiiile  through  the  rifts  a  flood  of  light  burst  on  the 

tree-tops  hoary, 
And  set  the  white  earth  iii  a  blaze  of  radiant  sunset 

glory. 

4  Then  in  the  golden  sheen  the  load  of  weary  thoughts 

was  lightened — 
The  Hand  is  one  that  sent  earth's  pain,  and  darkest 

storm-clouds  brightened 
He  lets  the  mist      scare  His  sun,  and  lives  be  dimmed 

with  sadness, 
But  in  His  own  mysterious  way,  doth  crown  the  end 

with  gladness. 

5  We  know  not  how  discordantnotes  can  roll  to  Him 

in  sweetness, 
Nor  life's  poor  tangled,  broken  reeds,  be  gathered  in 

completeness. 
We  only  know  its  purpose  is  with  Him  in  beauty 

breaking, 
And  on  eternal   shores,  earth's  strains   are  sweetest 

echoes  waking. 

LUCY  L.  WAKD.     1883. 

HOPE. 

1  'T  is  the  sunshine  of  life's  troubled  ocean, 

The  perfume  of  each  budding  flower  ; 
'T  is  the  zephyr  that  wafts  to  devotion 
The  spirit  in  grief's  darkened  hour. 

2  'T  is  the  breeze  that  wakes  from  its  slumbers, 

The  lyre  of  the  heart  long  unstrung ; 
'T  is  the  soft  bnjath  tliat  bringctii  sweet  numbers. 
From  tile  iiarp  on  the  willow  boughs  hung. 

3  'T  is  the  radiant  sunbeam  of  morning. 

The  dew-drop  tiiat  s|iarkles  at  even, 
'T  is  the  joy  of  life's  earliest  dawning—      • 
The  angel  that  guideth  to  Heaven. 

ELLEN'   C.    BARNETT. 

New  HftTen,  Conn.,  April,  1883. 

O    BEAUTIFUL   FRIEND. 
1  There  are  pocuis  unwritten  and  songs  unsung. 
Sweeter  tiian  any  tliat  ever  were  heard  ; 
Poems  that  wait  for  an  angel  tongue. 
Songs  that  but  long  for  a  Paradise  bird. 
Chorus — Sing   to  my  soul  the  sweet  song  that  thou 
livest — 
Ile.'id  nn-  tlie  jjoem  that  nev(>r  was  penned. 
The  wonderfid  idyl  of  life  tiiat  liioii  givcst, 
Fresh  from  thy  spirit,  O  beautiful  friend. 


2  Poems  that  ripple  through  lowliest  lives 

Poems  unnoted  and  hidden  away 
Down  in  the  soul,  where  the  beautiful  thrives. 
Sweetly  as  flowers  iu  the  airs  of  May. 

3  Poems  that  only  the  angels  above  us. 

Looking  down  deep  in  our  hearts  may  behold; 
Felt  though  unseen,  by  the  beings  above  us. 
Written  on  lives  and  in  letters  of  gold. 

MAKY  M.   C.    BOOTB. 

HOW    HE   SAVED   ST.    MICHAEL'S. 

1  So  you  ask  for  a  story,  my  darling,  my  brown-eyed 

Leopold, 
And  you,  Alice,  with  your  face  like  morning,  and 

curling  locks  of  gold  ; 
Then  come  if  you  will,  and  listen, — stand  close  beside 

my  knee — 
To  a  tale  of  the  Southern  city,  proud  Charleston  by 

the  sea. 

2  It  was  long  ago,  my  children,   ere  even  the  signal 

gun 
That  blazed  above  Fort  Sumpter  had  wakened  the 

North  as  one  ; 
Long  ere  the  wondrous  pillar  of  battle-cloud  and  fire 
Had  marked  where  the  uncliaiued  millions  marched 

on  to  their  heart's  desire. 

3  On    the  roofs,  and   glittering    turrets,    that    night 

when  the  sun  went  down, 
The  mellow  glow  of  the  twilight  shone  like  a  jewelled 

crown  ; 
And  bathed  in  the  living  glory,  as  the  people  lifted 

their  eyes, 
They  saw  the   pride  of  the  city,   the  spire  of  St. 

Michael's  rise. 

4  High  over  the  lesser  steeples,  tipped  with  a  golden 

ball. 
That  hung  like  radiant  planet  caught  in  its  earthly 

fall,— 
First  glimpse  of  home  to  the  sailor  who  made  to 

harbor  round. 
And  last  slow  fading  vision    dear   to    the   outward 

bound. 

5  The  gently  gathering  shadows  shut  out  the  waning 

light ; 
The  children  prayed  at  their  bedsides  as  you  will 

pray  to-night ; 
The  noise  of  buyer  and  seller  from  their  busy  mart 

was  gone  ; 
And  in  dreams  of  a  peaceful  morrow  the  city  slum- 
bered on. 
G  But  another  light  than  sunrise  aroused  the  sleeping 

street. 
For  a  cry  was  heard  at  midnight  and  the  rush  of 

tramping  feet; 
Men  stared  in  each  other's  faces  through  mii»gled  fire 

and  smoke 
While    the  frantic  bells    went  clashing  clamorous 

stroke  on  stroke. 


MISCELLANEOUS.    CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER.  Ac.  871 

7  By  tlie  pliiro  of  her  blazing   roof-tree    the  homeless  14  Slow,  steadily  tuuuiitiny,  uuheediug   auyht  have  tho 

mother  tied,  goal  of  lire. 

With  the  babe  she  pressed  to  her  bosom  shivering  in  Still  higlier,  and  higher,  an  atom,  he  moves  on  tho 

nameless  dread,  face  of  the  spire. 

While  tlie  lire-kings  wild  battalion  scaled  wall  and  lie  stops  !  will  he  fall  r  lol  fur  answer,  a  gleam  like 

capstone  high,  a  meteor's  track. 

And  planted  their  tlaming  banners  against  au  inky  And  hurled  on  the  stones  of  the  pavement  the  rwl 

sky.  brand  lies  siiattered  and  black. 

8  From  the  death  that  raged  behind  them,  and  tho  15  Once  more  the  shouLs  of  the  people  have   rent  tho 

crash  of  rniii  loud.  (piivering  air  ; 

To  the  great  s(|uare  of   the  city,   were  driven   tho  At  the  church-door  mayor  and  council  wait  with  their 

surging  crowd  ;  feet  on  th<-  stair  ; 

When  yet  Hrm  in  all  tho  tumult,  unscathed  by  tho  And  the  eager  throng  behind  them  press  for  a  touch 

'  fiery  flood,                                                  "  "f  l>is  hand, — 

With  its  heavenward  pointing  linger  the  Church  of  The  unknown  saviour  whoso  daring  could  compjuss  a 

St.  Michael  stocnl.  dt^ed  »«  grand. 

9  But  e'en  as  they  gazed  upon  it  there  rose  a  sudden  16  But  why  does  a  sudden  tremor  seize  on  them  .is  I 

w  ail— "  giize  ? 

A  cry  of  horror  blended  with  the  roaring  of  the  gale,  And  what  meaneth  that  stifled  murmur  of  wonder 

On  whose  scorching  wings  ujMlriveu  a  single  Ham-  'ii'd  amaze  ? 

ing  brand  lie  stood  in  the  gate  of  the  temple  he  had  perile<l  his 

Aloft  on  the  lowering   steeple  clung   like  a  bloody  ''f*-'  to  save, 

baud.  And  the  face  of  the  hero,  my  children,  was  the  sable 

face  of  a  slave  ! 

10  "Will  it  fjide  ?  "  the  whisper  trembled  from  a  thou-  .  ,  ,  , ,    , 

sand  whitened  lips  ;  17   >\  ith  folded  arms  he  was  six-aking  in  tones  that  were 

Far  out  on  the  lurid  harlwr,  they  watched  it  from  '"''"'''■  ""'^  '""d, 

tho  ships.  And  his  eyes  abla/e  in  their  sockets,  burnt  into  tlie 

A  baleful  gleam  that  brighter  and   ever  brighter  _,          *^y^^  °f  ^^^  crowd  :— 

g|,o,m  "lou  may  keep  your  gold:   I  scorn  it !  but  answer 

Like  a  flickerinix.  trembling  will-o'-wisp  to  a  steady  "T't-^l  "       *"'"' 

beacon  "rowu.  '*'*^  ^  "•''^^'  done  before  you  l>c  not  the  deed 

°  of  a  man  ?  " 

11  "  Uncounted  gold  shall  be  given  to  the  man  whoso 

brave  ri"ht  hand,  1°  1*®  8tcppe<l  but  a  short  space  backward  ;  and  from 

For  the  love  of  The  perilal  city,  plucks  dowii  yon  _,            "'•  the  women  and  men 

burnin"  brand  !  "  There  were  only  sobs  for  answer;   and    the  mayor 

So  cried  the  mavor  of  Charleston  that  all  the  people  ,    ^    ^  ^*'"*^''^  ^o""  »  P^"' 

l,(..jr,l  .  ■  And  the  great  seal  of  the  city,  that  he  might  read 

But  they  looked  each  one  at  his  fellow  ;  and  no  man  .     ,    .   ^  l**  '^"  ' 

siwke  a  wonl.  Aud  the  slave  who  saved  Su  Michacrs  went  out 


MAJir  JL    r.  STAXIIBCBT. 


from  its  door  a  man. 

12  Hut   whose   is  it   leans   from   tho  belfry   with   face 

upturned  to  the  sky.  Applaion.  Wk. 

Clings  to  a  column  and  meanures  tho  dizzy  spire  w  ith 

his  eye  ? 
Will  he  dare  it,  tho  hero  undaunted,   that  terrible  COMFORTED 

sickening  height  ? 
Or  will  the  hot  blood  of  his   courage  freeze   in   his 

veins  at  the  sight  ?  ^  i-w.Ut1:u 

13  But  see!  he  hxs  steppo.l  on  tho  railing:   he   climbs  ^   ^^  ^^YT  T"  V^^  t'^.''*"'"."  ''-^"ds 

with  hU  feet  and  hands,  ,.  And  locks  adrift  with  wintry  snow, 

And  ftrm  on  a  narrow   projection,   with   tho   belfry  ^  "•'[  '7^  '^r  ':"'  ^"'  ""'"''J  '^  >'•■"■' 

b«<neath  him  he  stands ;  And  still  with  onwartl  step  must  go. 

Now  once,  ami  once  only,  they  cheer  him, — a  single  2  Yet  coming  as  my  feol  do  now. 

ti-miM'stiious  breath. —  When  life's  front  ranks  havr  farr«l  the  gniv(> 

And  tliere  falls  on  tho  multitude  gazing,a  hush  like  I  have  a  longing,  even  hire 

the  stillness  of  death.  For  joys  that  little  children  have  .■ 


872 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


3  Those  little  ones  whose  trustinf;  hearts 

Find  sht'InT  'iicath  such  (irottpiiij;  wings, 
AVho  cannot  (jurstion  love's  defence, 
Or  tliink  ot  any  care  it  brings; — 

4  And  soinelinies  tossed  and  beaten  back 

Willi  niiKJi  to  do  anil  more  to  bear, 
With  many  lii-arts  to  lean  on  mine, 

Wiien  mine  sinks  overborne  witli  care. 

5  I  long  for  some  love-strengthened  hand 

To  take  the  helm  an<l  trim  the  sail, 
And  through  my  safe,  unbunbined  rest, 
(Juide  my  frail  vessel  through  the  gale, 

6  Wiiile  the  sweet  strains  of  holy  cheer 

That  bore  my  soul  on  <lreainy  wings 
Floats  on,  tiiough  none  but  angels  hear 
Tlie  song  my  faitiiful  Pilot  sings. 

7  Sweet  dream  of  peace.     Though  but  a  dream 

Too  often  born  of  needless  pain, 
Yet  even  this  my  Lord  hath  used 
To  bring  me  to  His  breast  again : 

8  For  oft  in  such  unwearied  hours. 

When  faith  gives  way  to  memory. 
The  sweetness  of  a  mother's  love 
Comes  with  the  name  He  giveth  me. 

9  Come,  wandering  one,  by  doubt  beguiled, 

By  earth's  vain  estimates  oppressed ; 
I  know  that  as  a  little  child 

That  I  must  cradle  iu  my  breast ! 

10  Mine  own !  once  purchased  by  my  blood, 

Sliall  I  not  still  thy  meekness  keep, 
And  bear  thee  on  'till  Love  Divine 
Shall  give  to  my  beloved  sleep?  " 

11  Dear  Lord  !   that  love  which  sought  for  me 

O'er  ocean  waste  and  desert  wild, 
Finds,  as  of  old,  its  precious  sum 

When  Thou  dost  bless  Thy  "  little  child." 

12  And  such,  in  weakness,  Lord  am  I, — 

Such  iu  my  faith  I'd  ever  be — 

Though  sorrow  b(;  Thy  messenger 

To  call  me  to  my  rest  in  Thee ! 

HANNAH   MORE  J0HN8OV.  * 

Philaiklphia,  Pa.,  Nov.,  1885. 

A   SPRING   SONG. 

"  And  wo  know  that  to  them  that  loTe  God  all  things  work  together 
for  gixxl,  fVfii  to  th«iu  that  arc  called  according  to  Ilia  .purjKWe.  —  Ro- 
uaiiH  viii :  2-8. 

•■  l»ok  unto  me.  and  be  ye  naTcd.  all  the  ends  of  the  earth;  for  I  am 
Go<l.  and  there  is  none  else."—  Isaiali  xlT  :  23. 

1    What  limitless  comfort,  my  Father,  to  me 

IJrealhes  soft  in  this  "  all  things ;  "  nor  billow,  nor 

sea, 
Nor  sorrow,  nor  suffering,  foeman  can  be. 

While  this  promise  stands  I 

Though  my  shij)  strands, 

The  rock  were  thy  touch, 

Earth  has  no  such, 

*T  wonlil  eom<'  as  thy  kiss. 

And  only  be  bliss. 


2  The  long  darkness  flieth,  the  true  light  now  shines; 
To-<lay's  in  God's  Canaan,  how  pleasant  the  lines; 
The  false  prophet's  dying,  the  true  now  divines ; 

Hark,  sin  is  at  rout,  I 

And  evil  dies  out ;  ' 

Hush,  angels,  and  hear 

What  now  saith  the  seer; 

'T  is,  man  shout  and  sing. 

For  God  is  earth's  King. 
8  Join,  soul,  in   heav'n's  vernal  song,  end  famine's 
moan  ; 
Fast  follows  the  harvest  long  ages  have  sown. 
To  song  of  heav'n's  reapers  attune  now  thine  own. 

Quick,  work  with  thy  might. 

Work,  motion  makes  light; 

See,  leaps  e'en  the  clod 

To  bloom  love  of  God. 

Shall  thy  being  shine 

Aught  less  his  divine  ? 
4  O  sing  for  earth's  almond  rod  bursteth  to  bloom, 
Its  fragrant  breath  filleth  (iod's  holiest  room; 
Life  triumphs  o'er  dying,  disaster  and  doom. 

The  promise  falls  due, 

"  I  create  all  anew," 

And,  "  sighing  shall  cease," 

"  Descend  Salem's  peace." 

Sing,  soul,  work  and  sing; 

Shout,  soul,  God  is  King. 

MKS.   AMELIA   SWAVSON  QUINTON. 

riiiUidelphia,  Nov.,  1885. 
General  Secretary  ATomaii's  Katioual  Indian  Association. 

DEILAYED. 

1  Idly  T  mused  beside  the  mountain  stream. 

Watching  all  dreamily  the  light  and  shade 
That  through  the   wind-stirred  leaves  upon  it 
played 
In  a  wild  revelry  of  gloom  and  gleam. 

2  Noting  with  half-shut  eyes  the  shifting  tints 

Of  pearl  and  opal,  emerald,  amethyst. 
That  through  the  diamond  spray  and  gilded  mist 
Shot  like  winged  arrows — giving  wondrous  hints. 

3  Of  the  rich  treasure,  prisoned  in  a  ray 

Of  silver  light,  until,  with  noiseless  shock. 
Some  strange  prismatic  touch  its  walls  unlock, 
Flinging  its  jewels  recklessly  away, 

4  So  wearied  was  I — body,  mind,  and  soul. 

It  seemed  almost  an  effort  when  I  tossed 
A  rose  leaf  on  the  brook.     A  moment  lost 
In  a  foam-crested  whirlpool,  then  it  stole 

5  Silently,  swiftly,  down  the  streamlet's  course, 

Shooting  the  rapids,  backward  hurled  by  shocks 
Of  sudden  contact  with  imbedded  rocks. 
But  onward  still,  borne  by  resistless  force. 

6  Till.  <lrifting  shoreward,  straightway  it  was  caught 

In  a  rude  fan<;l(!  of  dead  twigs  hard  by.     . 
"  Sir.inded  I  "  I  murmured  with  a  gentle  sigh, 
"  So  like  to  mine,  thv  course,"  sadly  I  thought. 


•   Hannah  More  Johnson  is  a  zealous  wiirkor  In  hrhalt  of  f.in'lgn  missions,  especially  among  young  ladies.     Her  hardest  literary  work  tias  been  done  since 
1873.    bbu  has  ruCGUtly  Onishud  bur  eighth  Uwk.    ttubjuct,  "  Mexico."    (1886.1 


MISCELLANEOUS     CHRISTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER,  Ac. 


873 


7  "  Suatclifil     without     wiiniing     from    a    life-work 

IX'stiiieil,  iiko  thcf,  poor  leaf,  iilly  to  lie 
Ami  wiitch  the  crafts  tliat  were  Uiiiiid  8uii  by, 
Scoruiiiy  iuy  iuipoteiico.      1  utidi-rataiul 

8  "  It  not,  (lour  Lonl  ;  tlio  work  I  |>!:iuiie«l  wus  Thine, 

And  j)n)H|R'ri'«l  in  my  liuiuls.   'rhin  why,  I  pray  f"' 
Lol    wliile  I  uuisi.'il,  the  halitt  broke  away 
And  sailed  from  siglit,  bathed  in  ilie  i,'!ad  sunshine. 

9  Then  sani;  tiie  brook  :  '*  Not  stranded,  i>ut  delayed. '• 

"  Di'layetl,  delayed  !  "  echoed  u  bird  o'erliead, 
And  in  my  lieart  llopo  softly  stirred  and  said, 
"  Mayhap  thy  course,  likewise,  is  only  stayed." 

Colonulij  8i>rliics,  Col.  Not.  188S. 
«  KLLA    HEB'-UKK  UKTTINUS. 

A    SUNSET   THOUGHT 

1  O  radiance  mine  when  day  is  o'er ! 

()  sunset  reach  of  thouj;lit  to  <lwell 
On  linj^'rini;  joys  the  landscape  wore  I 
An<l  eahu  the  inlrospectivt!  view 
Of  what  was  i^iven  me  to  do. 
For,  if  I  failed,  with  |iurpo>e  true, 

God  knoweth  all,  and  it  is  well. 

2  And  be  it  mine  at  close  of  life  ; 

This  rapture  giv'n,  wbate'er  befell, 
Of  yesterdays  unlilied  with  strife, — 
This  uleam  of  the  Unliveil  to  lend 
Foreglory.     Truth  the  (Jodward  trend, 
Were  imperfected  life's  great  end. 

God  kuoweth  all,  and  it  is  well. 


rANNIE   II.   BeS<<ElJ< 
SuiborntoD.  N.  H..  ISU. 


OLD. 


1  I  wondered,  counting  the  years, 

Over  the  childish  tliought 
Of  "when  I  am  a  woman — !  " 

Ah,  me !   w  hat  time  has  wrought ! 
Faded  and  pale  and  gray — 

See  what  care  will  do  ! 
I  cannot  be  old  tcMlay, 

The  years  are  so  short  aud  few. 

2  I  wondered  over  again. 

Another  chihli.>,h  dream — 
The  prince  I  once  expected, 

Aud  never  yet  have  seen  ! 
A  nervous,  ancient  maiden — 

Do  the  children  call  me  so? 
I  laid  away  my  playthings 

Not  80  very  long  ago. 
8  I  have  been  startknl  lately. 

The  children  are  so  tall  ; 
Sister  Alice  is  younger 

Than  I,  but  when  Maudie  called 
"Measure  witii  me.  Aunty." 

She  had  half  an  inch  or  more — 
That  baby  I  rocked  and  cuddled, — 

Well,  tiftcen  years  before  ! 


4  A  his,  but  there's  but  one  comfort  — 
It  isn't  wrong  to  grow  old. 
Spring  and  youth  are  eternal 

Somewhere,  I  have  been  told. 
The  ohle.it  thing  I  see 

Is  Karlh,  as  fair  and  Strang 

To-day,  as  when  tlie  starry  choir 

Began  their  morning  song. 

">    What  of  th<,'  w  rinkle<l  brow  ? 

What  of  the  silv»!red  hair? 

The  blessed  sunlight  falling 

Mirrors  its  gladness  there, 
NeariT  eternal  youth — 

IJeauty  that  will  not  fade — 
I  am  glad  to-<lay  so  much 

Of  the  journey  of  life  is  made. 

ciiABLorrE  M.  WEiMirwnoD. 
WaukiMi,  Iu»«,  1176. 
t 

WENDELL    PHILLIPS. 

1  Along  the  streets  one  day  with  that  swift  trea<l 
He  walked,  a  living  king — then  **  lie  is  <lead," 
The  whi.sjxr  Hew  from  lip  to  lip,  while  still 
Sounding  within  our  ears,  the  echoing  thrill 
Of  his  magician's  voice  we  secine*!  to  hear 

In  notes  of  melody  riug  near  and  clear. 

2  So  near,  so  clear,  men  cried,  "  It  cannot  be  I 
It  was  but  yesterday  he  spoke  to  me  ! 

Hut  yesterday  we  saw  him  move  along, 

I  lis  head  above  the  crowtl,  swift-paee<l  and  strong, 

Iiut  yesterday  his  plan  and  purjtose  sjH.'d  ; 

It  cannot  be  to-day  that  he  is  dead." 

3  A  moment  thus,  half  dazed,  men  met  and  8|K)ke, 
When  first  the  sudden  news  U|)on  theiii  broke  ; 
A  moment  more,  with  sad  acceptance  turne<l 
To  face  the  bitter  truth  that  they  had  spurned. 
Friends  said  through  tears,  "  How  empty  seems   the 

town  :  " 
And  warring  critics  laid  their  w*cai>ous  down. 

4  He  had  his  faults,  they  said,  but  they  wore  faults 
Of  hea<l  and  not  of  heart — ids  sharp  assaidt^. 
Flung  seeming  hee«lle.ss  from  his  (juivering  1k)w, 
And  heeilless  Striking  eitlicr  friend  or  foe. 

Were  launehed  with  eyes  that  saw  not  foe  or  fi-ii  i.il. 
Uut  only,  shining  far,  some  goal  or  end. 

5  That,  compas.sed  once,  shoidd  bring  GihI's  saving  gra».o 
To  |)nrge  and  purify  the  human  race. 

Tiie  me:isure  that  he  meted  out  he  l<M»k. 
Anil  blow  for  blow  receivi  d  without  a  Kxik, 
Without  a  sign  of  <'oii!.cious  hurt  or  h.ale. 
To  slirlhc  Iramjuil  calmness  of  his  .Stale. 

6  Roni  on  the  heights  and  in  the  purple  brrd. 
He  chose  to  walk  the  lowly  ways  instead. 
That  he  might  lift  the  wn'lche<l  and  defend 
The  rights  of  those  who  langni«hed  for  a  friend. 
So,  many  years  he  sp«Mit  in  listenini: 

To  these  sad  cries  of  wrong  and  stiffering. 


H74 


WOAfAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


7  It  was  not  stranjjc,  perlifips,  lie  thought  tlic  right 
Could  iicVLT  livu  upon  the  easeful  height, 

Nor  strange,  indeed,  that  slow  suspicion  grew 
Against  the  class  whose  tyrannies  he  knew. 
But,  bitter  and  unsparing  as  his  speech, 
Hu  meant  alone  the  evil  deed  to  reach. 

8  No  hato  of  persons  winged  his  fiery  shaft, 
He  had  no  hatred  but  for  cruel  craft 

And  selfish  measurements,  where  human  Might 
Hore  down  upon  the  immemorial  liight. 
Ev'n  while  he  dwelt  his  bitterest  blows  at  power, 
No  bitterness  that  high  heart  could  devour. 

9  How  at  the  last  his  great  heart  conqurered  all. 
We  know  who  watched  above  his  sacred  pall — 
One  day,  a  living  king,  he  faced  a  crowd 

Of  critic  foes  ;  over  the  dead  king  bowed 
A  throng  of  friends  who  yesterday  were  those 
"Who  '  thought    themselves,    and    whom    the    world 
thought,  foes. 

NORA  PF.RRY,  1884. 
Ill  "CoDsregationaJiat.'' 


Itiss  |t:in  Ingcloto, 


An  English  poet,  born  'at  Ipswich,  is  now  about  50  years  old,  (I8S5). ' 
She  lias  written  much  prose  ami  verse.  "'  Tlie  high  tide  on  the  coast  of 
Liucolnsbin!"iBconsideredbyinaiiya8herbcst  poem.  "Songsof  Seven," 
ranks  next,  perhaps. 

COMFORT    IN    THE    NIGHT. 

She  thought  by  Heaven's  high  wall  that  she  did  stray 

Till  she  beheld  the  everlasting  gate  ; 

And  she  climbed  up  to  it,  to  long  and  wait. 
Feel  with  her  hands  (for  it  was  nigiit),  and  lay 
Her  lips  to  it  with  kisses ;  thus  to  pray 

That  it  might  open  to  her  desolate. 

And  lo  !   it  trembled,  lo  !  her  passionate 
Crying  prevailed.     A  little,  little  way 
It  opened:  there  fell  out  a  thread  of  light, 

And  she  saw  winged  wonders  move  witiiin  ; 
Also  she  heard  sweet  t^ilking  as  they  meant 
To  comfort  her.     They  said,  "  Who  comes  to-night 

Shall  one  day  certainly  an  entrance  win  ;  " 
Then  the  gate  closed  and  she  awoke  content. 


J£AN   IN'UKU>W. 


REST. 

1   (Jo  search  through  Nature,  you  will  fiml  no  rest. 
llie  ocean  has  no  respite  day  or  night. 
Th«!  calm  that  lies  u|)on  the  mountain-height 
Is  l)ut  respose  of  action  at  the  best; 
Uelow  tlic  Kun-touelu'd  beauty  of  its  crest 
Voleaiuc  forces  labor.     Out  of  sight, 
Shut  from  the  curious  world  by  blinds  of  white, 
Tiirougli  the  long  Winter,  with  increasing  /est, 
The  Karth  toils  in  her  lab'ratorv. 


Death 

To  the  enlarged  requirements  of  the  soul 
Will  yield  employment  in  new  realms  alway, 
We  lu'ed  not  think  with  our  e.xpiring  breath 
To  sink  to  rest ;  rest  in  an  unknown  goal, 
For  even  the  deserted  body  must  decay. 


lu 


ELLA    WHEELER. 

"The  Chicago  Tribune." 


THE    POET'S   CROWN, 

Once  echoing  down  the  shores  of  time 
M}'  spirit  heard  th'  Immortals'  chime. 
Beneath  the  silent,  priestly  Palms, 
It  trilled  my  soul  lik§  Martyrs'  Psiilms: 
"  0  fields  and  flowers  immortal. 

From  realms  of  upper  air, 
Give  to  the  poet  mortal 

The  buds  ye  well  can  spare. 
Give  Laurels  green  and  shining, 

The  Myrtle  boughs,  the  Rose 
And  Lily  intertwining 

With  fragrant  Heather-blows. 
Give  Passion-flowers  for  sorrow, 

And  Palms  for  victory's  gain ; 
And  something  let  us  borrow, 

Type  of  the  Poet's  pain." 

Then  came  from  far-olF  flowery  slope, 
Fragrant  with  purpling  Heliotrope, 

Voices  that  sounded  most  like  knells 
Ringing  from  Eden's  asphodels, 

"  O  Poet  love  !  O  Poet  story  ! 
O  poet  life,  O  poet  glory  ! 
Alas!  Alas!" 

Here,  take  Love's  Myrtle,  bind  his  brow. 

So  much  that's  sweet  and  fair  allow  ; 
But  take,  entwined  with  myrtle  leaf. 

Willows  for  grief —  willows  for  grief. 
Roses  for  beauty —  Lilies,  too. 

For  purity —  and  Violets  blue 
For  friendship :  and  the  Passion-flower, 

For  Love's  self-abnegating  hour  ; 
Yet,  ere  the  wreath  his  brow  adorns. 

Bind  on  his  head  the  crown  of  thorns. 
This  shall  remain,  this  shall  remain. 

Forever  type  of  Poet's  pain. 
For  he,  who  souls  of  men  may  touch. 

Must  in  himself  have  suffered  much. 

"  O  Poet  life  !  O  Poet  story  ! 
O  Poet  love,  O  Poet  glory  ! 
Alas !  Alas  I  " 

Fell  then  a  hush  of  holy  calms — 
Yet  eclioing  'neath  the  priestly  Palms, 
The  Immortals'  chime  the  mortal  warns; 
For  poets'  crowns  are  crowns  of  thorn.s. 

MABT  E.  0.  WYKrn, 

St.  Louis,  issa 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CnniSTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER,  dr. 


875 


MORNING    AND    NIGHT. 

1  IIow  beautiful  is  mom,  when  <;la<l  and  new 

All  nature  wakes  to  jjreet  anotlicr  day  ! 
TIk'  sweet  n>_vst«;rious  efirisni  of  tlie  dew 

ILis  washed  all  n'vj^us  of  weariness  away  ; 
The  flow'rs  that  drooped  at  yestere'on,  now  lift 

Once  more  their  sjnirklinj^  faces  up.     We  ton, 
With  heart  and  hrain  refreshed,  receive  the  gift 

Of  a  new  day,  on  whose  fair  l)a<je,  as  yet, 

No  character  of  good  or  ill  is  set. 
So,  joyously  and  eagerly,  with  hoi>e  and  courage  high. 
We  seek  to  trace  a  record  grand  before  the  day  g(jes  by. 

2  IIow  beautiful  is  night,  when  darkness  falls 

Softly,  like  some  dear  loving  hand,  upon 
'V\\o  (inished  page  of  day  !     The  heart  recalls. 

With  helpless  grief,  the  duties  left  undone — 
Tlu^  bright  hours  wasted,  we  ha<l  thought  to  fill 
With  hel|>ful  words  an<l  noble  det'ds,  until 

Tile  vision  wiiicli  at  morn  we  craved,  appalls. 
And  gladly,  as  a  weary  child  creeps  to  its  mother's 

breast. 
We  creep  into  the  silent  night  for  comfort  and   for 
rest. 

MAHV   K.   lll'i'K. 
Traruno  City,  Mich.  ISM 

MISUNDERSTOOD. 

1  O  .souls  that  struggle  to  express 
The  truths  ye  cannot  now  repress. 

Of  inward  life  for  outward  goiwl ! 
In  this  earth  language  do  ye  own 
A  word  of  sadder,  keener  tone 

Than  this  slow  uttered  word —  misunderstood  ? 

2  Earth  crucified  her  Lonl.  and  still 
Cries  crucity,  when  iinman  will 

Sets  (iodward  strong  above  her  bid  ; 
And  frientis,  vexed  sore,  with  kindly  rulh. 
Cry  out  "  Kuongh,"  l>ecause  forsooth. 

Truth's  Shechiiuih  from  their  dim  eyes  is  hid. 

3  What  wonder  if  the  human  lip.s. 
Trembling  »vith  dread  apocalypse, 

(Jrow  white  with  silent  pain,  and  keep 
Otxl's  truth  within,  until  His  voice 
Hreak  through  theni  like  their  own  with  choice 

Of  the^r  poor  words  to  utter  meaning  deep ? 
1   What  wonder  if  the  spirit  faint 
An<l  wearily,  with  tireil  plaint, 

I'ray  for  its  own  deliverance. 
Too  weak,  indeed,  alone  to  rise 
To  its  fore-seeing  destinies. 

Too  great  to  float  on  life's  smooth  stream  of  chance 
5   As  indiviilual  stars  are  wo 
Set  out  in  (Jod's  infinity. 

With  cyclic  ways  alwul  IFis  throne; 
What  if  the  mystic,  spheric  course. 
Drawn  by  this  silent,  unseen  force, 

Swervi'  lint  Ii.  yontl  tliv  ken  in  the  unknown  ? 


C  Why  therefore  cry  Alas  !  and  scorn 
That  gravitation,  heaven  Ixirn, 

Which  draws  us  nmtoly  to  Ilin  will? 
Who  shall  (loil's  secret  t<.ll  i 
Who  move  in  His  own  parallel? 

One  purjHise  deep  ull  destinies  fulfill. 

7  Dear  friends,  whoso  patient  lovo  wo  knur. 
Why  say  ye  "  Move  ye  thus  and  so, 

For  fiesh  is  weak,  and  heart  is  strong." 
Say  rather,  ♦'  Move  ye  straight  and  true 
To  God's  great  pulse  Ix^at,  moving  through 

Thy  own  frail  lifo  to  tuno  of  His  new  song." 

8  Still  .sounds  from  shore  of  Cialileo 
That  voic(!  resistless,  "  Follow  me." 

Meek  Sufferer,  wo  take  Tliy  chrism  : 
Throngh  earthly  loss  we  seek  Thy  gain, 
And  knowing  thus  Thy  crown«5<l  pain 

I{<'ar  [latiently  the  waves  of  this  bapt'din. 

HHH.    MAEIA   CrUAM  CKtAK^  1984 

IN    PATIENCE. 

1  What  if  thou  livest  evermon;  alone, 

Poor  and  forgotten  and  in  thy  sil(>nt  place? 
What  if  for  bread  thou  gettest  but  a  Mone, 

And  in  thy  garden  no  rose  lends  .t  ^race  ? 
Still  in  thy  .soul  the  souls  of  all  the  Howers 
Will  fill  with  i>erfumo  all  thy  drean.lng  hours. 

2  What  if  the  stars  are  far  away  and  cold. 

And  love  hath  no  last  ki.sses  for  thy  lips  — 
If  thou  hast  foinid  misfortune  overtold. 

And  joy's  sweet  sun  hid  'neath  a  cloud's  prlip.se  ? 
Still,  some  stray  gleams  must  keep  thy  desert  fair. 
And  wandering  breezes  lift  thy  heavy  hair. 

3  No  soul  but  hath  some  sun,  or  star,  or  moon, 

That  keeps  itself  a  sacred  thing  of  light ; 
As  brooks  go  rambling  through  the  rose-rapt  .Tune, 

Some  joy  will  seek  thee  in  thy  darkest  night ; 
Some  hallowed  dream  will  be  fulfilled  and  swcel. 
Some  buds  will  oiH-n  at  thy  patient  feet. 

4  Seek  not  to  wrench  from  Fate  the  hoardc<l  prize  : 

Seek  not  to  luMid  grim  Fortune  to  thy  need, 
Save  by  tln^  upturned  glance  of  loyal  eyes. 

Save  by  the  heart  that  can  in  silence  blee«l ; 
Stand  in  thy  (tod-appoint4'd  place.  u|)right. 
And  thou  shalt  yet  Ixj  victor  in  the  fighl. 

FANNV   DRmmlX. 

AS   THY    DAYS. 

1  Not  for  some  future  years. 

Within  whose  misty  length 
May  lie  a  shadow  of  gre-;it  wim-  and  tears, 
A  burden  sore  of  can-  ami  fears, 

He  stores  His  promise*!  strength. 

2  Not  till  my  weary  feet 

Dark  billows  stem. 
Or  from  my  life  have  fled  my  fn'jisuro.n  swoct. 
And  the  d.'iys  come  when  s.adly  I  r«>|MMil., 

"  I  have  no  joy  in  them." 


87  r. 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


.3    Hut  as  the  manna  fdl 

Kuc'li  (lay  from  licuvcn. 
And  for  the  host  of  waitinj;  Israel 
Did  the  fierce  liun<;er  (jui'll, 

80,  too,  is  freely  gi\en. 

4  Strength  for  the  daily  life, 

A  ble>sed  store, 
For  the  small  worries,  and  the  petty  strife, 
With  which  eucli  hour  is  rife. 

Some  less,  or  more. 

5  He  hath  His  great  supplies 

For  all  our  w-ays  ; 
For  tempest  drear,  or  for  the  sunny  skies. 
Whether  we  weep,  or  songs  of  joy  arise, 

Strength  for  our  days. 

LUCV  RANDOLPn  Fl.EMINO. 
Woodstock,  Va.  18S1. 


THE    PEACE   OF   THE    MOUNTAINS. 
"  The  momitalris  shall  bring  peace  to  the  people."— Psalms  IxxU :  2. 

1  To  him  who,  dwelling  by  the  restless  deep, 
lias  shared  its  wild  commotion  day  by  day, 
And  felt  its  moaning  voice,  thon;:h  midnight  shiep 

O'er  his  wrapt  soul  had  sway ; 

2  When  he  shall  seek  the  purple  heights  again. 
And  find  from  vexing  thoughts  a  sweet  surcease, 
How  softly  on  his  spirit  falls  that  strain, — 

"  The  mountains  shall  bring  peace !  " 

3  "  The  covenant  of  God's  peace  doth  still  remain," 
lie  saith,  recalling  some  dear  word  of  hope, 
When  golden  sunbeams  after  chilling  rain 

Brighten  the  mountain  slope. 

4  Clearly  against  the  azure  sky  they  trace 

The  finest  spray ;  they  pierce  the  darksome  grot ; 
Whilst  airy  footsteps  of  the  rainbow  grace 
Some  uufrequented  spot. 

5  How  can  he  cherish  an  unworthy  thought 
In  presence  of  these  everlasting  hills  ? 
Calmness  and  strength  unto  his  soul  arc  brought. 

And  God  the  silence  fills. 

G  Be  still,  my  soul !  offer  thine  incense  too, 

When  vapor-wreaths  from  these  grand  altars  rise, 
Reflect  thy  God,  as  mountain  meres  the  blue 
Of  the  o'erbending  skies. 

7  He  is  so  near  and  earth  so  far  away, 
I  bid  all  lesser  as|)irations  cease  ; 
My  God  !  Thy  word  of  promise*  is  my  stay  ; 
Thy  mountains  bring  me  peace. 

A.NNA  L.  HMITII. 
•  "Ai  the  mniintalns  are  arouml  alKnit  Ji'nualcoi,  aoUic  Lord  is  ruuiid 
about  bU  piviplc  (r»iu  bciicvfortli  vrvii  furuTiT." 


I'ouisf  Cbanblcr  gluulton 


Has  a  beautiful  borne  opposite  that  of  Oliver  Wendell  Holmes,  on 
Beacon  street,  BosUiu.  Mrs.  Moultoii  sayn  sliu  wrote  her  best  verses  in 
the  beginniiit!  of  lier  literary  career,  her  later  pro<luctiou8  not  Iwiug  half 
so  simple  and  full  of  beauty."  It  geueraUy  works  the  other  way,  —  the 
more  experience  one  has  with  the  pen,  the  more  does  the  beauty  of  real 
siujplicity  grow  upon  one.  Brevity  and  simplicity  are  strong  jwints,  but 
it  re<iuiri'8  greater  mental  power  to  concentrate  ideas  into  small  com- 
pass than  to  diffuse  them  all  over  the  sheet.  Carlyle  once  wrote  to 
Emerson  that  be  should  on  tliat  |>articular  day  be  obliged  to  write  him 
a  long  letter,  as  he  had  not  the  time  to  write  a  short  one."  Mrs.  Moul- 
tou  is  at  present  in  England,  and  spends  much  of  her  time  abroad.  (1885). 
She  is  everywhere  acknowledged  to  be  one  of  the  best  poets  of  the  day. 


WE    LAY    US    DOWN    TO   SLEEP. 

1  We  lay  us  down  to  sleep. 

And  leave  to  God  the  rest. 
Whether  to  wake  and  weep 
Or  wake  no  more  be  best. 

2  Why  vex  our  souls  with  care  ? 

The  grave  is  cool  and  low, — 
Had  we  found  life  so  fair 
That  we  should  dread  to  go  ? 

3  We've  kissed  Love's  sweet,  red  lips, 

And  left  them  sweet  and  red  ; 
The  rose  the  wild  bee  sips 
Blooms  on  when  he  is  dead. 

4  Some  faithful  friends  we've  found. 

But  they  who  love  us  best, 
When  we  are  under  ground. 
Will  laugh  on  with  the  rest. 

5  No  task  have  we  begun 

But  other  hands  can  take  ; 
No  work  beneath  the  sun 
For  which  we  need  to  wake. 

6  Then  hold  us  fast,  sweet  death. 

If  so  it  seemeth  best 
To  Ilim  who  gives  us  breath 
That  we  should  go  to  rest. 

7  We  lay  us  down  to  sleep. 

Our  weary  eyes  we  close  ; 
Whether  to  wake  and  weep 
Or  wake  no  more,  He  knows. 

LOUISK    CHA.NDLER   MOULTON. 

London,  Eng.,  1SS3. 

THE  STRENGTH    OF   THE    HILLS. 

1  My  thoughts  go  home  to  that  old  brown  house, 

With  its  low  roof  sloping  down  to  the  east,    - 
And  its  garden  fragrant  with  roses  and  thjme, 
That  blossom  no  longer,  except  in  rhyme, 

Where  the  honey  bees  used  to  feast. 

2  Afar  in  the  west  the  great  hills  rose, 

Silent  and  steadfast  and  gloomy  and  gray  ; 
I  thought  they  were  giants,  and  doomed  to  k(^ep 
Their  watch,  while  the  world  should  w.xkv  or  .•-Icep, 

Till  the  trumpet  should  sound  on  the  judgment  day. 


I 


MISCELLANEOUS.     CSmSTMAS,  NEW  YEAR'S,  EASTER,  ie. 


877 


3  I  used  to  wonder  of  wliat  they  dreamed 

As  they  l)rotKled  there  in  tlieir  silent  nii^dit, 
AVhile  March  winds  smote  tlitin,  or  June  rains  fell, 
Or  the  snows  of  Winter  w  itii  their  gliostiv  si)lI1 

Wrought  in  the  long  and  lonesome  night. 

4  They  remembered  a  younger  world  than  ours, 

Before  tlie  trees  on  their  toj)  were  horn, 
When  the  old  brown  house  was  itself  a  tree, 
And  waste  were  the  fields  wliere  now  you  see 

The  winds  astir  in  the  tasseled  corn. 

5  And  I  was  as  young  as  the  hills  were  old, 

And  the  world  was  warm  with  the  breath  of  Sjiring, 
And  the  roses  red  and  the  lilies  white 
Budding  and  bloomed  for  my  heart's  delight. 

And  the  birds  in  my  heart  began  to  sing. 

(5   .^>ut  calm  in  the  distance  the  great  hills  rose, 
Deaf  unto  raptures  ami  dumb  unto  pain. 
Since  they  knew  that  Joy  is  the  mother  of  Grief, 
And  remembered  a  butterfly's  life  is  brief. 
And  the  sun  sets  only  to  rise  again. 

7  They  will  brood,  and  dream,  and  be  silent,  as  now. 
When  the  youngest  ciiildren  alive  to-day 
Have  grown  to  be  women  and  men,  grown  old. 
And  gone  from  the  world  like  a  tale  that  is  told. 
And  even  whoso  echo  forgets  to  stay. 

LOUME  cnANDLKR  llOVLT«m. 
Ill  "  Itarpcr't  Blaculue."  188S. 


PETER'S    DREAM. 

1  In  happier  days  of  old,  when  still 

Earth  felt'the"  mighty  thrill 
Of  lieavenly  presences  in  mortal  guise, 

When  angels  walke<l  with  man. 

Nor  yet  h.ad  fallen  the  ban 
That  drives  far  off  the  once  close-girdlincr  skies, 

In  some  rapt  hour  of  prayer  there  came 

To  Peter's  heart  God's  wonl  of  arrowed  flame. 

-'  '•  Whate'er  the  Perfect  ;\rind  hath  plannetl. 

Whate'er  the  Master-h.ind 
Ilath  formed  to  bear  new  witness  to  its  power. 

And  on  the  same  sweet  earth 

That  gave  thy  l)eing  birth 
Hath  set  to  share  with  theo  thy  little  hour, 

I  lowe'er  so  outcast  or  so  mean. 

That  shalt  not  thou  c.ill  common  or  unclean." 
3  Long  ye.irs  have  fled  since  that  stern  worrl 

'llie  dreamer's  Ixrsom  stirred. 
An.l  slew  with  fire  the  abj.'ct  fiend  of  sroni  ; 

\et  down  the  listening  age 

(Our  noblest  heritage) 
Clear  rings  the  mandate  of  the  Manger-lwrn, 

Tin-  shunned  and  branded  N.i/arene  : 

'•  U  hat  {U»\  halli  eleausi-«|,  that  call  not  tlimi 
unclean." 


4  About  us  still  the  Gentile  dwells, 
And  still  the  vain  heart  sw<lls, 

With  base  thanksgiving  for  itji  larger  light ; 

The  pharisaic  cry 

Blaspheming  mounts  on  high  : 
"  I  thank  Thee,  Lord,  for  I  am  pure  and  white, 

And  not  as  these.  Thy  castaways. 

But  walk  in  stea<lfast  wiwlom'  all  my  days." 

5  Hard  by  our  gates  scjuats  Caliban, 
Misshaped,  inchoate  man. 

The  disowned  brother  of  our  lordly  breed ; 
The  great  Unkept,  Untaught, 
Whose  birthright  we  have  Iwrnght 

With  doles  of  pottage  stinted  to  his  need, 
While  on  his  brow  our  tramjiling  heel 
Stamps  deep  and  deeper  yet  the  bestial  seal. 

G  And  thus  with  higher  knowledge  filled. 

Our  house  of  fools  we  build, 
Kor  fear  the  writhing  brute  we  «leem  accurst. 

A  little  while  we  hold 

The  chain  so  strong  of  old. 
Worn  now  so  thin,  the  rusty  links  must  burst. 

And  leave  us  face  to  face  at  la.st 

With  all  the  garnered  vengeance  of  the  pasU 

7  Grim  truth  the  hoary  legend  spake 
Of  that  Titanic  snake 

That  coils  iu  fettered  spirals  round  the  world — 

How  yet  shall  snap  the  chain 

The  old  go<ls  forged  in  vain. 
When  evil  Loki's  flag  of  woe  unfurletl 

Leads  Death  and  Chaos  to  the  fray. 

Where,  side  by  side,  sink  munlerer  and  prey. 

8  Lo !  we,  the  little  gods  who  sit 
Above  the  seething  pit 

Where  our  cooped  giant  twists  his  tortured  length, 

With  hoarse  and  l)east-like  cries 

Threatening  our  sacred  skies — 
Cahnly  we  smile,  at  rest  in  conscious  strength. 

Nor  see  that  still  the  monster  grows. 

And  Ilagnariik  its  coming  sliadow  throws. 

0  Yet  well  for  us,  wo  fools  and  blind. 

We  can  no  longer  bind ! 
For  we  m.ay  loasc,  though  late,  the  bon<ls  of  shame. 
And  with  sweet  light  and  air 
Make  pure  and  stifling  lair 
^\  here  crouch  the  sharers  of  our  shape  and   name 
And  cKxsp  the  bnite  hand  in  our  own. 
Which,  sjmmed,  shall  crush  to  dust  our  flimsy 
throne. 

10  O  brethren  of  the  stunted  brain. 

Sunk  in  that  d.ark«>st  pain 
A\  iii<li  knows  no  Ixttcr  hojM-  through  sense  of  Nmui  '. 

With  inarticulate  spi-crh, 

Bruise<l  arms  to  us  you  reach 
I'p  from  tli<>  shadow  of  i'hi>  .M-lf-s.ame  Crrnw 

\\  liiTi-  llt>  who  tlitil  tor  everv  n»aii 

Wi|Kil  out  in  bloo.1  the  ancient,  inan-nuwle  ban. 


878 


WOMAN  IN  SACRED  SONO. 


1 1  Tlicro  is  no  soul  too  wrecked  to  bless, 

Xo  li;ili(l  too  Inlll  to  ])rcss, 
No  grovclliiii;  wreleli  too  loathsome  for  our  love  ; 
No  tainted  touch  he  fears 
Who  still,  like  Peter,  hears 
The  Crucitietl,  low  whis])erin!r  from  above  ; 
"  (i(»d,  who  all  secret  things  hath  seen, 
Calls  naught  that  liveth  conunon  and  unclean." 

FANNY   rAKNKI.L. 

lu  "The  ludeiKJiidciit."  1SS3. 
Died  1S81. 

gliss  3ngflinc  ^sIibiT  |ulltr 

Was  l)om  at  Ravaiiim,  HI.,  in  1S41.  At  tlie  age  of  tliirtecn  she  became 
piTfuctly  diaf  tlirouijli  congestive  chills,  Tlie  Buiue  coiiiiilaiiit  iitHicted 
luT  eyes,  so  tluit  much  of  the  time  she  lias  beeu  almust  totally  blind. 
While  a  |iU|>il  in  a  Vvnt  aii<l  Dumb  Institute  at  Jocksouville,  111.,  Dr. 
(iillett  pruciux'd  books  with  raised  letters,  for  her.  Mo  medical  treat- 
ment lias  been  able  to  do  more  than  allay  the  suffering.  She  is  pro- 
nounced the  most  voluminous  writer  among  deaf  mutes,  now  living.  Her 
contributions  l><)th  in  prose  and  blank  verse  appear  in  many  papers,  and 
nearly  all  the  deaf  mute  iiajiers  published  in  America,  are  indebted  to  her 
formally  valuable  contributions.  In  ISS3  she  pubhsheda  volume  of  poems 
cilled  "  The  Venture,"  which  has  received  just  tributes  of  praise  from 
Ohvcr  Wendell  Holmes,  Whittier,  Ella  Wheeler  and  others.  Several  of 
the  iioeuis  in  this  volume  are  from  "  The  Venture,"  by  her  jieruiission, 
anil  were  composed  during  seasons  of  illness,  or  blindness,  or  in  the  night 
time  while  others  slept,  and  were  comniitteu  to  paper  by  her  weeks  or 
months  afterwar^ls,  when  strength  and  leisure  would  permit.  Her 
father  is  an  Englishman,  her  mother  French,  of  Canadian  extraction, 
and  she  is  the  eldest  of  nine  cliildren  —  six  brothers,  two  of  whom  are 
dead,  and  three  sisters.  Every  reader  can  but  sympathize  with  the  ten- 
der heart  and  cheerful  activity  of  the  authoress,  to  say  nothing  of  her 
poetic  talent,  which  coupled  to  her  sad  imiiedimcnts  commands  thehigh- 
est  esteem  and  admiration.  As  the  poet  Whittier  says,  there  seems  to  be 
a  touch  of  inspiration  in  many  of  her  ixicms.  and  their  religious  fervor, 
faith  and  trust,  are  especially  characteristic. 

A   STRANGE   HALF-CENTURY. 

Suggested  by  the  remark  of  Laura  D.  Bridgman,  in  a  letter  written 
Septeinljer  1^,  1S70,  while  she  was  visiting  her  mother  at  the  old  homo- 
stuad  in  Hanover,  N.  U. 

"My  birthday  is  on  the  2l8t  of  December— fifty  years  old  I" 

1  Almost  fifty  years  of  darkness, 

Darkness  deep  as  ever  fell 
O'er  the  world  at  day's  declining, 

With  its  wiurd  and  waking  spell ; 
Darkness  so  intense,  no  glimmer, 

Were  all  Nature's  ligiits  combined 
With  all  lights  of  man's  inventing, 

K'er  could  reach  the  imprisoned  mind. 
Yet  she  wails  no  (juestion  "why  ?  " 
Satisfied  that  by  and  bye 
Time  with  emi)hasis  will  tell : 
"  Though  so  trying,  it  was  well." 

2  Almost  fifty  years  of  silence, 

Sil('iK'(t  utter  and  profound. 
As  if  Nature  liad  grown  powerless 

To  produce  a  siiigh;  sound. 
As  if  all  liie  air  was  niuHled 

Or  had  lost  re.somiding  force, 
Lost  all  |)ower  to  carry  echoes 

Or  reveal  their  primal  source- 


Yet  she  wails  no  question,  "why  ?  " 
Satisfied  that  by  and  bye 
Time  with  emphasis  will  tell : 
"  Though  so  lonely,  it  was  well." 

3  Almost  fifty  years  unable 

Rightly  to  articulate 
Exclamations,  (piestions,  answers, 

Which  would  show  the  spirit's  state, 
AVouId  reveal  its  joy  or  sorrow. 

Show  its  cause  for  hope  and  fear, 
Tell  why  mirth  gives  place  to  sadness, 
Or  why  falls  the  pearly  tear. 

Yet  she  wails  no  question,  "why  ?  " 
Satisfied  that  by  and  bye 
Time  with  emphasis  will  tell : 
"  Thou<ih  so  grievous,  it  was  well." 

4  Almost  fifty  years  of  toiling, 

Toiling  patiently  to  gain 
Word  by  -ivord,  the  common  knowledge 

Others  rapidly  attain  ; 
W^ord  by  word,  the  truth  that  reason 

Holds  and  will  forever  hold 
Far  more  prec'ious  than  earth's  treasures, 
Multiplied  to  countless  fold. 

Y'et  she  wails  no  question,  "why  ?  " 
Satisfied  that  by  and  bye 
Time  with  emphasis  will  tell : 
"  Thoujih  so  tedious,  it  was  well." 

5  Almost  fifty  ^ears  of  groping, 

(Jroping  cautiously  about, 
Pausing  oftentimes  in  terror, 

Oftener  still  in  dread  or  doubt, 
Wondering  if  the  sun  is  shining, 

Or  if  clouds  the  sky  obscure. 
If  the  evening  lamp  is  lighted. 
Or  the  food  and  drink  are  pure. 

Y'et  she  wails  no  (piestion,  "why  ?  " 

Satisfied  that  by  and  bye 

Time  with  emphasis  will  tell : 

"  Though  so  wearying,  it  was  well." 

6  Almost  fifty  years  of  striving 

To  win  victory  from  defeat, 
Make  a  prosy  fate  a  poem 

Millions  proudly  shall  repeat ; 
Make  for  s(;holars  and  for  skeptics 
Theories  and  (piestions  strange, 
Arguments  and  views  perplexing 
When  from  God  they  dare  to  range. 
Yet  she  wails  no  question,  "why  ?  " 
Satisfied  that  by  and  bye 
Time  with  emphasis  will  tell : 
"  Though  so  mysterious,  it  was  well." 

7  Almost  fifty  years  attesting 

We  are  not  the  work  of  chance, 
]?iit  the  heirs  of  One  who  ever 

Bids  us  rise,  achieve,  advance  ; 
Bids  us  show  by  wise  improval 

Of  our  talents,  small  or  great, 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

We  may  not  one  jot  nor  tittle 
Of  oiir  Maker's  praist;  aluit*!. 

Yet  sliij  wails  no  (iiustion,  "why  ?  " 
Satisliefl  that  l)y  aii<l  Itye 
Tinn;  with  ciniiliasis  will  ti'll  : 
"Though  so  onerous,  it  was  well." 

8  Almost  (ifty  years  diclaring 

Mind  is  mighty  and  will  rise 
From  the  wreck  of  senso  and  venture 

Boldly  after  crown  and  prize, 
Venture,  strive,  aspire  and  stnigglo 

Concpier,  persevere  and  stand 
On  the  lofty  heights  of  triumph, 
Known  and  praised  in  many  a  land. 
Yet  she  wails  no  (piestion,  "  why  ?  " 
Satisfii'd  that  hy  and  bye 
Time  with  emphasis  will  tell  : 
"  God  decreed  all,  it  was  welL" 

9  Almost  fifty  years  of  hoping 

For  the  morning  that  shall  end 
The  protracted  night  of  trials 

Which  so  dearly,  strangely  blend  ; 
End  the  slow  and  cautious  groping 

Knd  the  isolation  sore, 
Enil  the  wondering  and  the  longing, 
End  thein  all  foreverinore. 

Yet  she  wails  no  question,  "  why  ?  " 
Satisfied  that  by  and  bye 
Time  with  emjdiasis  will  tell  : 
"  All  that  Goil  ilecrees  is  well." 


CURISTMAS,  AF.W  YEAR'S,  EASTEIi.  Af. 

THE   BLIND   DEAF-MUTE 


879 


AXOIK  ri'LLKR. 


A    SOLILOQUY. 

1  No  sound,  no  sound  !  no  loudly  cliiming  Ik-II. 

Nor  cannon's  boom  nor  wind's  intensest  roar. 
Nor  thunder  peal,  nor  ocean's  loudest  swell. 
Nor  music,  such  as  high-tone<l  organs  pour. 
Or  l)est  strung  harps  yield  from  their  secret  store. 

2  No  sound,  no  sound  !     Silence  on  every  side, 

A  silence  so  profound  no  words  can  show 
Its  solemn  porfcctness,  liow  like  a  ti<le 

Of  cold,  dead  waters,  without  ebb  or  flow. 
It  holds,  engulfs  and  wears  by  tortures  slow. 

8  No  sound,  no  sound  I     An  alien,  though  at  home. 
An  exile,  even  in  my  native  land, 
A  prisoner,  too,  for  though  at  will  I  roam. 
Yet  clu-iined  and  manaeleil  I  oft  must  stand, 
Unmo%-ed,  though  sounds  vibrate  on  every  hand. 
4  No  pleasant  >onnd,  yet  I  am  well  cnntrnt 
To  wait  uiiii!  the  Master  deigns  to  sav 
In  tones  by  sympathy  made  eloipient, 
"  It  is  enougii.  lo  1   thy  deliverance  day 
Is  dawning,  weary  prisoner,  come  awiiy. 

*N«ii  rt'i.Lrn. 


1  Deaf,  dumb  and  blind  I     It  seems  so  Inird,  so  hard. 

No  sound,  no  souml,  silence  on  every  bide 
Silence,  as  perfect,  utter  and  profound 

As    reigned  when  chaos  yawned,  deep,  dark  and 
wide. 

2  Deaf,  dumb  and  blind !     It  seems  so  hard,  so  lianl. 

Dumb,  though  the  mind  be  all  ablaze  with  thought, 
Dumb,  though  the  spirit's  tenderest  depths  an<l  height 
Are  int«)  ecstacy  or  fren/y  wrought. 

3  Deaf,  dumb  and    blind !     It   seems    so  strange,    so 

strange. 
No  light,  no  light,  forever  in  the  dark, 
Darkness  most  dense,  wide  as  the  world  is  wide, 
\\  ith  no  relieving  glimmer,  ray  or  sjiark. 

4  Deaf,  dumb  and  blind  !     Alone,  wholly  alone, 

Shut  up  in  the  small  prison  of  her^elf, 
Kesembling  nnieh  a  Inxik  firm  elose.l  and  clasi>ed 
And  tossed  as  useless  upon  Mysterv's  shelf. 

5  And  yet,  perchance,  she  dwells  not  quite  alone, 

Angels  may  be  her  visitants  and  friends, 
Or  at  tlie  dear  Lord's  pitying  connnands 
Often  tlie  Comforter  to  her  descends. 

6  And  it  may  Imj  her  spirit  senses,  all 

Keener  than  ours,  pierce  the  celestial  spheres. 
And  while  \\v.  pitying  say,  "Deaf,  dumb  an<l   blind," 
liare  sights  delight  her  eyes,  rare  sounds  her  mind. 

AKUIt  ri'LLUL 


ASHES. 

1    I  saw  the  gardener  bring  and  strew 
(Jray  ashes  where  blush  roses  grew. 

The  fair  still  roses  lu-nt  them  low. 

Their  \n\\k  cheeks  dimpltd  all  with  dew, 

And  seemed  to  view  with  pitving  air 

The  dim  gray  atoms  1\  ing  there. 
Ah  I   Ixniny  rose,  all  fragrancies. 

And  life  and  ho|)c  and  cpiick  doires. 
What  can  you  neinl  or  gain  from  these 

Poor  ghosts  of  long  forgotten  fires  ? 
The  rose  tree  leans,  the  rose  tree  sighs, 
Ami  wafts  this  answer  snbtiv  wise: 

"All  <leath,  all  life  are  mixi-^l  and  blent. 

Out  of  dead  lives  fre.sh  life  is  sent ; 
Sorrow  to  these  is  growth  for  me. 
And  who  shall  <|uestion  CJoil's  decree  ?  " 

2  Ah  !  dreary  life,  wlmse  gladsome  sitark 

No  longer  leaps  in  song  and  firo, 
But  li»'s  in  aslies  gray  and  sl.irk, 

I*«>feate«l  ho|H-s  and  dead  desire. 
Useless  and  dull  and  nil  WwU  — 
Take  counige,  this  one  thing  is  h-ft, 

Some  happier  life  may  ns^-  thee  so, 
SouM'  flower  bliMiin  fain-r  on  \\s  tni>. 

Some  swcci  or  lender  tiling  may  grow 


880 


WOMAJV  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


To  stronger  life  because  of  thee. 

Content  to  i)luy  an  Iiumltle  part, 

(Jive- of  tlie  aslies  of  tliy  licart, 
Ami  li;i]ily  Ciod,  wliose  dear  decrees 
'lakrtli  froMi  tliose  to  give  to  tliese, 

Who  draws  tlie  snow-ilrop  from  the  snows, 

May  from  tliose  ashes  find  a  rose. 

BU8AN  COOLIDllE. 


WHOM    HAVE    I    IN    HEAVEN    BUT   THEE 

1  I  ask  not  for  the  streams,  but  for  the  fount ; 

I  ask  not  for  the  river,  but  the  sea :  — 
When  my  feet  stand  on  the  eternal  mount. 

Whom  shall  1  seek,  O  !  Lord,  but  only  Thee  ? 

2  Witb  new  surprise,  each  day  Thy  hand  I  trace 

In  all  Thy  works,  so  varied,  grand  and  sweet; 
Let  me  behold  the  mighty  Master's  face, 
Oh  !  let  me  fall  adoring  at  His  feet. 

8  Tlie  ocean's  caverns,  crags  that  pierce  the  sky, 
Majestic  trees,  the  human  form  erect. 
The  worlds  on  worlds  that  round  about  us  lie, 
Oh  !  let  me  look  upon  their  Architect. 

4  The  ])rophets  and  apostles, —  I  have  read 

Their  words,  more  p7-ecious  far  than  pearl  or  gold ; 
But  when  the  holy  city  I  shall  tread. 

Their  great  Inspirer  I  would  there  behold. 

5  The  Testaments  will  both  be  folded  up 

When  the  Divine  Testator  shall  appear  ; 
We  shall  not  need  the  sacramental  cup 
When  our  beloved  Lord  himself  is  near. 

6  In  all  the  devious  paths  tliat  I  have  trod, 

A  Guide  invisible  has  led  the  way. 
And  when  I  reach  the  city  of  my  (lod 

And  this  great  Friend  shall  cast  His  veil  away, — 

7  This  Friend,  that  has  been  all  in  all  lo  me, 

Safe  leading  me  through  forests  lone  and  dim, 
'  Midst  clouds  and  darkness,  where  I  could  not  see, 
Can  any  other  sight  compare  with  Him  ? 

8  A  soul  redeemed  !  —  I  was  the  slave  of  sin  ; 

To  ransom  me  the  Prince  of  Life  has  died  ; 
And,  when  the  golden  gates  shall  take  me  in. 

Shall  I  not  press  through  throngs  to  reach  His  side  ; 

9  Through  scpiadrons  of  bright  angels  and  sweet  saints 

Yes,  past  the  dear  home  faces,  pined  for  long, 
To  meet  the  Lord,  for  whom  my  spirit  faints. 
And  pour  into  his  ear  a  grateful  song, — 

10  Unmindful  of  the  crowns  and  harps  of  gold, 

All  sights  and  sounds  that  there  in  glory  meet, 
Mv  soul's  Redeemer  only  to  beliold. 

And,  prostrate,  kiss  the  nail-prints  on  his  feet. 

MISS  H     A.  WOODBRrDOK. 

Tmiton,  N.  J..  Jan.  10.  1871. 
Ill  "Ni'W  Vitrk  (ibm-nfcr." 


DAYBREAK. 

1  As,  in  dim  wowUands,  ere  one  rosy  ray 
Calls  forth  the  birdling  from  its  mossy  nest. 
Some  line,  foregoing  influence  of  the  day 
Allures  sweet  music  from  the  songster's  breast, 
And  in  the  dusk  it  murmurs  dreamily; 
Thus,  oft,  ere  morning  cometh,  nnirmur  we 
Snatches  of  song  we  warble  in  unrest. 
Snatches  of  olden  hymns,  whose  music  quaint 
Some  martyr  fired,  or  cheered  some  dying  saint  — 
Lyrics  which  haunt  the  universal  heart, 
Whatever  creeds  of  intellect  divide, 
Whatever  joys  elate  or  ills  betide  ; 
So  through  our  lives  let  the  dear  music  glide, 
Till  discords  die,  till  shadows  shall  (h-jjart ! 

ANNIK   LESrilAL  SMITH. 

Btouiiigtoii,  (.'(iiiii.  1878. 
From  "  The  Scarlet  Oak." 

glrs.  ewm^  ©ahts  BwJAl 

Cnmberland,  near  Portland,  Me.,  was  the  birth-place  of  Miss  Prince, 
who  married  Seba  Smith,  the  well-known  author  of  thehumorous  "Jack 
Downing  Letters."  When  Mrs.  Smith  first  wrote,  she  did  scat  the  bid- 
ding of  an  impulse  within.  Afterward,  it  issaid  financial  embarrassment 
necessitated  her  doing  so.  In  1342  she  published  "  The  Sinless  Child 
and  other  Poems,"  a  much  praised  and  widely  circulated  Tolume,  in 
those  days-  "The  Roman  Tribute,"  "The  April  Rain. "and  "The  Acom," 
arc  among  her  best  productions.  Her  norn-<lf-plume  was  formerly  Kmest 
Helfenstein.  At  present  (1883)  she  is  rei>orted  in  the  Xew  York  "  Home 
Journal,"  as  pastor  of  the  Independent  Church  of  iCaiiestoga,  N.  Y..  in 
which  i>osition  she  gives  eminent  satisfaction,  and  is  doing  much  good. 

CHARITY,    IN    DESPAIR    OF    JUSTICE. 

Out-wearied  with  the  littleness  and  spite, 
The  falsehood  and  the  treachery  of  men, 
I  cried,  give  me  but  justice,  thinking  then 
I  meekly  craved  a  common  boon  which  might 
Most  easily  be  granted;  soon  the  light 
Of  deeper  truth  grew  on  my  wondering  ken, 
(Escaped  baneful  damps  of  stagnant  fen,) 
And  tlien  I  saw,  that  in  my  pride  bedight 
I  claim'd  from  erring  man  the  gift  of  Heaven — 
God's  own  great  vested  right ;  and  I  grew  calm. 
With  folded  hands  like  stone  to  patience  given, 
And  pityings  of  pure  love-distilling  balm, 
And  now  I  wait  in  quiet  trust  to  be 
All   known  to   God, —  and   ask  of  men,    sweet 
Charity. 

ELIZABETH  OAKES  SMITH,   1810. 

MARY'S    CHARM 

1   'T  was  not  the  features,  not  the  form  — 

The  eyes'  celestial  blue  ; 
'T  was  not  the  blushes  soft  and  warm, 

The  lips'  vermilion  hue. 
Th(^  waving  of  her  golden  hair, 

The  beauty  of  her  face. 
Though  her's.  in  sooth,  was  very  fair. 

Nor  e'en  her  matchless  jrrace  ! 


MISCKLLASEOUS.     CUJUSTMAS,  Ai,H'  YEAIiS,  EASTEJi,  X. 


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2  He  f»az(!(l  upon  her  speaking  eye, 

IJiit  'twas  till)  soul  to  see  ; 
III'  iiiarkM  the  glance,  the  smile,  tlio  t>igh, 

That  spake  of  I'urity  ; 
He  sought  the  eharins  that  long  endure, 

That  heauteous  make  the  mind  ; 
He  only  loved  the  j(!\vel  j)ure 

That  this  fair  casket  shrineil. 

ANNA  COILA  MOWATT. 


ARTIST    AND    MAN. 

1  Make  thy  life  better  than  thy  work.     Too  oft 
Our  artist.s  spend  their  skill  in  rounding  soft, 
Kair  eurves  upon  their  statues,  while  the  rough 
And  ragged  edges  of  the  unhewn  stuff 

In  their  own  natures,  startle  and  offend 
The  eye  of  critic  and  the  heart  of  friend. 

2  If  in  the  too  brief  day  thou  must  neglect 
Thy  labor  or  thy  life,  let  men  detect 

Flaws  in  thy  work  ;   while  their  most  searching  gaze 
Can  fall  on  nothing  which  they  may  not  praise 
In  thv  well-<-hiselled  character.     The  man 
Should  not  be  shadowed  by  the  artisan. 

ILLA  WntKLlR  WILCOX.  1884. 


The  follnwInK  litUe  fern  from  "  Whmt  imd  Field  Flrnrm,"  b>  ad- 
dieaed  t»  tho  wife  of  nne  of  Chiatgo'i  moat  eminent  cIItIuc*.  Tb« 
poeiun  of  iU  ftiithnr.  Mm.  WiUiami,  we  my  much  •■tmimL  Ourine 
the  hiili'lu>-s  of  '83  anil  'M.  the  hunk  from  «hlch  It  l.i  taken  came  out  un- 
der nnotliiT  name  "Tri-ai<nrvs  New  and  Old  "  gutteo  out  In  elegant 
(tjle  sultahle  for  a  huUdoj  gift. 


SENT    FROM   GOD. 

TO  I-  r.  X. 

1  I  asked  tho  Sun, 

Canst  tell  me  what  love  is? 
lie  answered  only  a  smile 
Of  golden  light. 

2  I  praye<l  the  flowers  : 

Oh  I   tell  me  what  is  love  I 
Only  a  fragnint  sigh  was  wafted 
Throuuh  tho  ni^ht. 

3  Is  love  the  soul's  tnie  life  ? 
Or  is  it  but  the  sport 

Of  iille  summer  hours  ?     I  asked 
Of   Heaven  altove. 

4  In  answer,  Go<l  sent  thee. 
Dear  heart,  to  me  ; 

Anil  I  no  longer  question 
What  is  love. 

MIW.   ALUB   I.    WtI.LI*1)ll. 

t-hJcacD.' 111. 


I    CANNOT    LOSE. 

1  Now  summer  limls  her  perftci  prime, 

Sw<-et  blows  the  wind  from  western  culuis, 
On  eviry  bow«T  red  ntses  clindi. 

The  meadows  sleep  in  mingleil  balms. 
Nor  stream,  nor  bank  the  wayside  by. 

Hut  lilies  float,  and  daisies  throng. 
Nor  space  of  blue  and  sunny  sky 

That  is  not  cleft  with  soaring  song. 

0  flowery  morns,  O  tuneful  eyes. 
Fly  swift,  my  soul  ye  cannot  fill ! 

I»ring  the  ripe  fruit,  the  garnered  sheaves, 
The  drifting  snows  on  plain  and  liill, 
Alike  to  me  falls  frosts  and  thws ; 
But  heaven,  O  Lord,  I  cannot  lose. 

2  Warm  hands  to-<lay  are  claspe*!  in  mine; 

Fond  hearts  my  mirth  or  mourning  share  ; 
And  over  hope's  horizon  line, 

The  future  dawns  serenely  fair. 
Yet  still,  though  fervent  vow  denies, 

I  know  the  rapture  will  not  stay ; 
Some  winil  of  grief  or  doubt  will  rise 

And  turn  my  rosy  sky  to  gray. 

1  shall  awake  in  rainy  morn 

To  find  my  hearth  left  lone  and  drear; 
Thus,  half  in  sadness,  lialf  in  scorn. 
I  let  my  life  burn  on  as  clear, 

Thongli  friends  grow  cold,  or  fond  love  wo<js  ; 

But  heaven,  O  Lord,  I  cannot  lose. 

3  In  goMen  hours,  tho  angel  Peace 

Comes  down  and  browls  me  w  ith  her  wings, 
I  gain  from  sorrow,  sweet  release, 

I  mate  me  w  ith  divincst  things  ; 
Wiieii  shajies  of  guilt  and  gloom  arise, 

And  far  the  nadiant  angel  flees, 
l^Iy  song  is  lost  in  mournful  sighs, 

.My  wine  of  triumph  left  but  lees. 
In  vain  for  me  her  j)inions  sliine, 

And  pure,  celestial  days  Ix^gin  ; 
Karth's  p.assion-flowers  I  still  must  twine, 

Nor  braid  one  beauteous  lily  in. 
Ah,  is  it  goo<l  or  ill  I  chcxjse  ! 
But  heaven,  O  Lord,  I  cannot  lose, 

4  So  wait  I.     Every  day  that  dies 

With  flush  and  fragrance  born  of  .luiif, 
I  know  shall  more  resplendent  rise, 

Where  is  no  need  of  sun  nor  moon. 
And  every  bud  on  love's  low  tree 

^V^loso  mo<'king  crimson  flames  and  falls, 
In  fullest  life,  I  yet  shall  sec 

Hiijh  blooming  by  the  jas|MT  walls. 
Nay.  every  sin  that  dims  my  days. 

And  wild  regrets  that  v<  il  the  sun. 
Shall  fade  iM-fore  (hose  da7/.ling  rays. 
And  my  long  glory  be  liogiin. 

I..et  the  years  come  to  bless  or  bniiso. 
Thy  heaven,  O  lA>rtI,  I  shall  not  Iom*. 

u»ia  D  nuM-fiiB. 


882 


WOMAIf  IN  SACRED  SONG. 


DRAXYS    HYMN. 


1  I  cannot  tliink  but  God  must  know 
Alxiut  tlu!  tiling  I  long  for  so  ; 

]  know  He  is  so  good,  so  kind, 
I  cannot  tiiink  but  lie  will  find 
Soniu  way  to  lidj),  soujc  way  to  show 
Mu  to  the  tiling  1  long  for  so. 

2  I  stretch  my  hand  —  it  lies  so  near, 
It  looks  so  sweet,  it  looks  so  dear, 

"  Dear  Lord,"  1  pray,  "Oh  !  let  uie  know 
If  it  is  wrong  to  want  it  so  ! " 
He  only  smiles.  He  does  not  speak  ; 
]\Iy  heart  grows  weaker  and  more  weak 
"Witli  looking  at  the  thing  so  dear, 
Which  lies  so  far  and  yet  so  near. 

8  Now.  Lord,  I  leave  at  Thy  loved  feet 
This  thing  which  looks  so  near,  so  sweet ; 
I  will  not  seek,  I  will  not  long  — 
I  almost  fear  I  have  done  wrong. 
I'll  go,  and  work  the  harder,  Lord, 
And  wait  till  by  some  loud,  clear  word 
Thou  callest  me  to  Thy  loved  feet 
To  take  the  thing  so  dear,  so  sweet. 

"SAXE  HOLM. 
In  Scriboer. 


By  buttress  and  tower,  and  postern  arch, 
Of  many  a  Jericho's  walls  of  i)ride ; 

And  still  behind  the  rallying  ranks 

The  Jordan  Hows  over  all  its  banks. 

lletreat  is  death  I — and  the  work  we  do. 
Seems  an  idle  mai-ch,  as  in  days  of  yore, 

Ko  victory  won,  no  conflict  through, 
But  timing  footsteps,  o'er  and  o'er. 

But  courage,  hearts  !  be  brave  and  strong, 

Ye  bear  in  your  midst  the  Ark  of  God, 
The  path  that  your  feet  have  travelled  long. 

The  bleeding  feet  of  the  martyrs  tro<l. 
Soon  shall  be  ended  God's  week  of  years, 

The  spell  of  silence  shall  soon  be  riven. 
The  victor-cry  banish  all  your  fears, 

"  Shout,  for  the  city  to  you  is  given  !  " 
From  the  sunset  shore  comes  the  rallying  word, 

The  Father  of  Waters  has  caught  the  cry. 
New  England's  hills  have  the  challenge  heard, 

And  in  answering  eciioes  made  reply. 
The  world  moves  on, — our  God  is  true. 

Without  Him  never  a  sparrow  falls, 
The  triumph-hours  of  the  past  review, 

Count  the  Jericho's  fallen  walls. 

ALICE  M    CUERNSEY. 
Brattleboro,  Vt.  1885. 


THE    WOMAN    OF   CANAAN. 


A   SONG    OF   TRUST. 


1  My  wondering  eyes  see  a  city  rise. 

Fair  on  the  Jordan  banks, 
The  sky  above  it  is  clear  and  blue, 

Tii(!  air  is  sweet  'with  the  breath  of  morn  : 
Its  walls  are  strong  and  its  guards  are  true. 

The  siesre  or  attack  it  lauijhs  to  scorn. 
I  see  its  army's  glittering  ranks. 

I  hear  its  warders'  challenge  cries. 

2  And  at  break  of  day  a  strange  array 

Unfolds  to  my  wondering  ken  ; 
A  long  procession  passes  by, — 

I  see  in  its  midst  the  ark  of  God, 
I  know  that  this  host  with  courage  high 

Through  the  waves  of  Jordan  in  safety  trod. 
I  hear  tlie  tramp  of  armed  men. 

And  the  trumpets'  call  to  the  deadly  fray, 

But  never  a  voice  through  all  the  way. 


The  cycle  rounds  with  the  circling  year, 
The  days  of  old  are  the  new  and  here. 

Ui'set  with  foes  on  every  side, 
Slill  llio  hosl.'j  of  <l"il  sweep  their  mystic  march, 


"And  Jeaus  answered  and  said,  '  O  woman,  great  is  thy  faith,  be  it  uuto 
thee  even  aa  thou  wilt." " 

1  Outlined  against  the  eastern  skies 

The  cedar-crowned  hills  of  Lebanon  rise. 

And  away  in  the  distant  west. 
The  jMediterranean  blends  its  blue 
In  the  aml)er  red  of  the  sunset's  hue 

That  glows  on  its  placid  breast. 

2  Bathed  in  the  light  of  the  sunset's  fire, 
They  stood  on  the  coast  of  sea-swept  Tyre.^ 

Christ  and  His  chosen  band, 
When  a  woman  came  with  a  humble  ])lea, 
"  O  thou  Son  of  David  !  jiity  me," 

And  she  knelt  on  the  drii)ping  sand. 

3  "  Send  her  away !  "  the  people  cried, 

As  she  closer  pressed  to  the  Master's  side, 

"  vShe  has  vexed  us  with  her  cries  ;" 
But  her  simple  prayer  the  Saviour  heard, 
And  the  light  of  a  loving  pity  stirred 
In  the  depths  of  His  tender  eyes. 

4  "O  woman  !  great  is  thy  faith,"  spake  He, 
"Even  as  thou  wilt,  be  it  unto  thee;" 

And  she  went  on  her  joyful  way. 
Down  through  the  centuries  dim  and  slow 
Those  sweet  words  si>()ken  so  long  ago 

Seem  echoing  to-day. 


iaiSCELLANEOUS.     CHRISTMAS,   t>  EW  YEAR'S,  EASTER,  dee. 


888 


5  Ages  have  passed  since  the  splendor  bright 
Ol  liu)  TyriiiM  sunset's  ainlM-r  light 

I'Vll  oil  lliut  group  hy  the  sea  ; 
But  the  simple  Miitenee  that  woman  heard, 
The  lesson  of  faith  iu  the  M:ujter's  word, 

Still  liveth  for  you  and  luc. 

6  O  woman  of  Canaan  I   lliy  simple  trust 
Springs  like  a  tlower  from  the  buried  dust 

Of  the  eenturies  deail  and  gone. 
Anil  we  fill  ill  this  liawiiiiig  of  woman's  hour, 
That  by  woman's  faith,  and  womau's  jiower, 

The  victory  shall  be  wou. 

Jl'LIA  MILLH  ni'NM. 
UuUiir.  UL,  Aug.  ItlSS. 


InapoMDOO  Um  lata  Ueuerml  Uuiilua  art  tiwac  cnoofuJ  Uim! 

Oil  !  it  wuH  wonderful  tlint  he  should  chooso 

I'o  dwell  among  the  |toor,  and  vile,  and  lost. 
All  things  rcpiiUive  ;  where  wan  all  to  lose, 

And  naught  to  gain  ;  save,  at  extreuiest  eobt, 
A  few  dark  souU  ; — jewels  tin;  Lord  might  set — 

\Vliose  sight  is  not  as  ours:  whose  love  in  broiul- 
Whiih,  purged  from  ignorance  and  iiifam>s 

Might  glorify  the  living  Father,  God. 

MU.  BE  qr*. 
Aurora,  III  Nut.  UBIw 


?Jlrs.  Jiarritt  Marntr  ftc  (Qu:i 


Hm  Jiut  publUheil »  rolnmp  "f  fxiiK  .i.UlIci  •  •  8U>no«  for  the  Temiao," 
from  wlilch  'ha  foUnwliig  tit*-!I  ar.'  «■  l.ct«'»l.  Tlic  mtlu.r  Is  utI.UuUj 
one  who  luu  miffcrvU  uiuoh.  »uil  Oiiu  leanicJ  Taltuhlu  Imwmk  In  Itfo. 
obUlunl  In  iionthfr  w»jr.  In  U>o  Uuigiuffo  uf  tlio  "nirlntlnii  lUrald:" 
'•TheouMjUllnii  »lilcti  nhe  r.Ti-l»fU  of  the  MmUt,  »lu- lUrtriJmU-*  In 
taneful  UuiK<ii>«<>  to  her  fi'llow  U'llcTor*.  »ud  wo  Ihliik  no  i'hri»tl»ii.  and 
(■pcolallr  iinnn  who  are  (wmIiik  Uirough  trial,  can  n-ail  hrr  woikwllboul 
Ihaiikfuluea  and  pioBt,  aa  woll  ai  pluanire."    Not.  SO,  IJU. 


FUOM   THE   rOESI 

"IN    HIS   FOOTSTEPS." 

1  Sometimes  the  snow  of  a  drifting  cloud 

Comes  sifted  among  the  flowers, 
But  mv  dearest  treasures  it  cannot  enshroud. 
And  the  snn-rays  stoop  to  the  heads  that  are  bowed, 

Till  snow  turns  to  ^eshening  showers. 

2  The  way  is  rough,  is  oftt-n  rough, 

And  over  the  mountains  high  ; 
Hut  I  sing  as  I  climb  o'er  each  frowning  bluff, 
Tiie  shining  summit  I'm  sure  enough. 
Is  nearer  the  throne-lit  sky. 

3  And  it  may  be  there,  it  may  be  there, 

I  shall  catch  a  passing  gleam 
Of  the  i.'arni->lii'd  towers  of  the  city  fair; 
Or  the  sapphire  arili  of  the  gateway  where 

The  gloritiod  go  in. 

MBS.  RK  qCA. 


SUNSET. 


1  The  setting  sun 
Fills  ull  the  sky 
With  sweet  goo<l-byo 
AVhen  day  is  doue. 

2  TJut  sunset  hero 
Is  sunrise  where 
The  <lay  has  gone. 
So  time  rolls  on  1 

8  Oh  !  when  the  snow 
Of  sunset  yi-ars 

Shall  come. 
And  life — like  wing 
Of  birds  that  sing 

And  fly- 
Soft  folded  lie 
Awaiting  doom 
Of  night  and  gloom. 
May  wc  abide 

Content 
That  beauty  lent. 
The  other  .side, 
IJeyond  the  tide 
Of  doubt  and  tears, 

Shall  show 
In  sunrise  glow- ! 


r.'Tirrn  t.  iKii-Rit. 
In  "  Tlic  Wonkaii'ft  Cvotttry,"* 


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